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When I came over this afternoon, I wasn’t expecting to find myself in this kind of lucky situation, but hell if I’ll complain about it. I just wanted Melony to talk to me, but this is better than that. We’ve prepared a foundation of great things to come. I’m convinced of it. Our path might be slow, but it’s worth the wait with Melony.She is worth the wait. Always.
Chapter Eighteen
MELONY
Dude has cock.
Uh . . . yes. I don’t think I’ve ever agreed with something as much as I do with that statement. Hollis Knightly, Olympic Diver has cock . . . big, girthy, addictive cock.
Right about now, I want to praise said cock, give it a handshake, hand it a blue ribbon for being the best cock this side of the western hemisphere.
And then there is his tongue. I never knew a muscle could do such destructive damage to my sex life. I’m by no means a newcomer to oral sex. Men have eaten me out before and have done a fine job, but Hollis, he’s in his own league. He licked me so methodically, with a rhythm. It was like he could read my body before I knew what was going to happen. Three orgasms from his tongue. Three!
And then his cock, oh shit, his cock. I’ve never felt so full, so complete with anyone else. He’s ruined me forever.
His fingers run up and down my back with light caresses, it’s soothing. “Are you okay, baby? I wasn’t too hard, was I?”
I shake my head against his chest, my fingers playing with the contours of his abs, which can I just say should be illegal? No man should be this cut; it’s not fair. “No, it was perfect.” I sigh.
Yes, I sighed. He’s sated me.
“Perfect, huh? And here I thought there is always room for improvement,” he teases.
“I don’t know what you could improve.”
“Does this mean you’re impressed? And here you’ve been holding out on me for so long.”
I chuckle. “You were the one taking it slow, I could have fucked you a week ago.”
His hand stops moving along my back as he says, “Yeah, but I don’t want to just fuck you, Melony.”
Melony. Whenever he says my name, I know he’s starting to get serious. For some reason, the sound of my name coming off his lips sounds strange, unnatural. Am I really used to his stupid nicknames for me?
God, help me.
“Yeah, I know you want more,” I answer, grateful I don’t have to look him in the eye right now.
He strokes the back of my head as he says, “Please tell me I didn’t just screw up my pursuit by fucking you. I . . . shit.” His other hand goes to his hair where I can feel him yanking on his strands. “I needed you to feel wanted, Melony, to know that you’re so goddamn special. Please tell me I didn’t just fuck this all up.”
“I’ve never been in a relationship, Hollis,” I tell him honestly. “I don’t do commitments.”
His body tenses and I can tell he’s about to lose it. I can feel his panic.
“Listen,” he speaks softly, his voice wavering slightly. “I know this is scary, giving your heart over to someone, trusting another man in your life, but I promise you, baby, I will only care for you. I’m not going anywhere and I don’t plan on ever hurting you. You’re so fucking special, I want nothing more than to be granted the chance to cherish you.”
“It’s a lot,” I answer.
“We can take it slow.” He links our hands together and rests them on his stomach. “If things start to become too overwhelming, just tell me and we’ll talk about it. Just give me a chance to prove I can be the man you need.”
One question has been burning me ever since I met Hollis, and, if I’m ever going to think about giving in, I have to know. “Why me? You met me once at a photo shoot and decided we were going to get married. How do you even know I’m the one you’re looking for?”
He doesn’t skip a beat when he says, “It was fucking kismet the minute you turned and looked at me. Your eyes sucker-punched me, and I fucking knew you were it for me. It’s in the Knightly blood. My grandpa knew, my dad took one look at my mom and knew, and with you, it was as if everything in my life was building up until the moment I met you. Sometimes, you just know.”
“What if I don’t live up to the hype in your head?”
“Not possible.” He shakes his head, so sure of himself. “You’ve already exceeded everything I’ve ever expected. I mean, shit, baby, you keep me on my toes, you make me laugh,andyou put up with my obnoxious behavior. And, you’re the perfect fit for my giant dong.”And there he is.
That makes me laugh. “Oh my God, don’t say that.”
