Annie had a nervous smile and tried to laugh. “Sorry. It’s just been awhile.”

“I know what you mean.”

Scrunching her face, she said, “No, I don’t think you do.”

Popping the button on her shorts and pulling the zipper down, I slipped my hand under her light pink lace thong. I felt her smooth, silky skin. “What do you mean?”

Annie’s cheeks heated. “Have you had sex within the last six years?”

I gave her a look that said “duh” and nodded my head. “Oh. Oh! You haven’t fucked anyone since Derek?” I asked incredulously.

She shut her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. “No.”

Keeping my hand in her panties but not moving, I demanded, “Look at me.”

Peeking at me she mumbled, “Let me guess, I can go now?”

Smiling at how adorable she looked, I shook my head. “No. I want you right here. But, why me?”

Annie fully opened her eyes. “I told you. You make me want to live. I don’t know why, but I feel safe with you. I feel alive. When you’re around I don’t hurt so much. Like you said, though, I’m not ready for anything special. I just want to find myself again and live. Have fun.”

“I am happy to help.” I flashed her a grin and brought my mouth to hers. I’m not sure if I’m doing the right thing but for right now I’m turning my brain off. I liked the way Annie made me feel.

Slipping my hand the rest of the way into her panties I felt just how alive I made her. Which also made my shorts that much tighter. “Yeah, I would say you’re alive. Damn, baby.”

Annie pulled my head back to her. She took control of the kiss, moving her mouth with reason, purpose. I felt her hand sliding down my side and into the waistband of my shorts and boxers. My body jerked when her warm hand grabbed my dick. Her touch singeing me.

She broke the kiss, her eyes where huge. “What’s wrong?”

Pulling both her lips between her teeth, she glanced between us. “Um. I d-don’t think…I don’t think this will work.”

Trying not to let my frustration show, I pushed myself up onto my arms. “Just a few minutes ago you were all for it.”

She shook her head and palmed my erection. “This. I don’t think it will work. Like, fit. Inside me. You know what I mean?”

Not that I look at other guys junk or compare sizes, but I was happy with what I had. There had never been any complaints. Just hearing Annie’s true concern had my cock twitching. Fighting my laughter, I said, “It will fit. Trust me.”

Letting out a sigh, she slowly nodded in agreement. Standing, I pulled her shorts and thong off. I let them fall to the floor before taking my shorts and boxers off, dropping them next to her discarded clothes. Pulling my shirt over my head I stopped when I saw her mouth wide open, one eyebrow arched. “What?” I asked, dropping my shirt.

She snapped her mouth shut and swallowed. “I’ve just um…I’ve never seen so many muscles on one person. Not that I really check out a lot of guys but to go from nothing to”- she motioned up and down my body- “that. Shit!”

Grinning, I crawled over her until we were face to face. “And I plan to use every one of these muscles.” Not waiting for her reply I kissed her hard. Using my tongue to explore her mouth. Using my legs I pushed hers open. With one hand I rubbed over her swollen bud. She raised herself up and released my mouth just long enough to pull her shirt, which just so happened to be my jersey, over her head. Crashing my lips back to hers I quickly unsnapped her bra and with my free hand and tossed it the floor.

Running kisses down her neck, I stopped to inhale her soft vanilla scent. Continuing down her neck I made my way to her taut, pink nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and lightly nibbled on it. She let out a soft moan and shoved her hands into my hair. Using her fingers she massaged my scalp as I used my fingers to massage her warm, wet pussy.

I pulled my hand away from her. I grabbed my throbbing cock and placed it at her opening. Slowly, I started pushing into her slick heat. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her bottom lip, hard.

“Too much?”

She shook her head. Pulling in a deep breath, she said, “No. Oh God. Don’t stop.”

“Hurt.” I meant it as a question but it was more of a statement.

“No. More uncomfortable. I’ll be okay.”

I slid to the hilt. Not moving I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m going to move.” I started pulling out when she was grabbing the sheets around us, her body arching off the bed.

“Oh my God! Holy fuck!” She yanked the pillow from beside her head and covered her face. Drowning out her cries.

That didn’t take long. I guess that old saying is true. No pain, no gain. I pulled the pillow from her face. Her cheeks were flushed. Her pupils dilated. Her breathing heavy. “Why did you cover your face?”

“Gabe. I didn’t want to wake him. I don’t know how well he would take to walking in here seeing his mommy impaled by your unhumanly large penis.”

Laughing, I said, “He’s at the opposite side of the suite. No way will he hear you. I want to see your face when you get off.”

“Next time?” She coughed out.

“Yep. This isn’t a one night thing, Annie. Obviously we don’t want anything serious, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be special friends.”

“You want me to be your fuck buddy?”

Lifting my eyebrows I searched her face. “For lack of better words, yeah, you could call it that.”

She shifted under me, my cock sliding back into her. Her breath caught. “Deal.”

Gorilla by Bruno Mars filled the room. How apt. Not letting my dick fully slide into her, I pulled out and quickly slammed into her. I repeated the process a few more times before Annie’s eyes grew dark, her breathing labored. And that’s how I found out she was mutli orgasmic. Seeing her face twist with pleasure and hearing her saying my name had me losing it. My body went jagged, jerking at its own accord.

I rolled to my side and let out a wary breath. Pulling the blanket over our naked bodies, I stared at the ceiling. “I have a question.”

Annie lifted herself, resting her head on her hand. “What?”

“What does your tattoo mean?” I ran my hand along her lower hip and back where the ink was.

“She flies with her own wings. I got it when I was sixteen. One of Derek’s friends that was in the band with him is a tattoo artist. Not that I was a stoner like the other guys, but one night we were all smoking and Kamp decided he was going to give me a tattoo. I found the quote and Kamp permanently put it on my skin. Little did I know just how much meaning those three words were going to hold.”

What does a person say to that response? She had been through so much. Something inside me wanted to protect her and keep her safe. I wanted to find her mom and shake the shit outta her. Who could ever leave their children, choosing drugs over them? I didn’t want Annie to experience any more hurt. Too bad I knew that’s exactly what I would do. I would hurt her. I should walk away. But, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

20

Annie

Gage: Do you have little man?

Me: No. He’s with Leigha. Why?

Gage: I have a surprise. Tell her 2 be at ur house in 15 min. I’ll pick u up

Me: Ummm k?

Me: Can u and Gabe be at my house in 15 min?

Leigha: Sure. Everything ok?

Me: Yeah. I think. Gage said he has a surprise.

Leigha: I don’t think u want ur son seeing that!

Me: Ew! No. He said he would pick us up.

Leigha: Hmm. K. be there in a few.

“Mommy, I’m home! Aunt Leigha said Gage had a surprise,” Gabe yelled, walking through the door.

Drying my hands from the dishes, I sat the towel on the counter. “Hey, baby. I missed you.”

Gabe gave me his watery smile. “I missed you too mommy. What’s my surprise?”

“I don’t know. Gage said he would be here in a few minutes to pick us up.”

“You two certainly have been spending a lot of time together since New Orleans.” Leigha winked. I stuck my tongue out.

Gabe took off into the living room to play. No interest in adult conversation. “We are just friends, Leigha.”

“Yeah, and the Pope is Catholic.”

Cocking my head at my gorgeous, but not too smart friend, I said, “Um, Leigha, the Pope is Catholic.”

She shook her hands in the air. “Oh. Huh. Well then the two of you are just friends like the Pope is Jewish.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. It’s been weeks since New Orleans. For all I know he could be screwing thirty different girls.” And, I would not admit how bad that stung saying that. We agreed. Just friends. Fuck buddies.

It was Leigha’s turn to roll her eyes. “Girl, you’re not an idiot. Every chance he gets he spends with you. You, Gabe, Gage, and Londyn look like the perfect little family.”

“Stop. I’m not getting ahead of myself. I don’t even know if I want that perfect little family. Gabe and I are our own perfect little bubble. I don’t want to bust that and him get hurt.”

Leigha pursed her lips, “Hate to burst your bubble, but, oh no wait, you already did. Do you not see how Gabe and Gage get along? It’s like the two of them were made for each other. Same with you and Londyn. I know the two of you agreed to be”- Leigha held her hands up, air quoting- “fuck buddies”- “But, it has turned into more than that.”

Leaning against the kitchen counter, I picked at my nails. Deep down I knew she was right. I just didn’t want to admit it. I knew the day Gage introduced me to his friend, Trent that my feelings were changing. Gage had told Trent who I was and Trent had a huge smile cover his face when he said, “Ah, so you’re the hottie he won’t stop talking about.” Hearing that Gage talked about me had my heart skipping a beat and my head spinning. My heart was telling me to jump, go all in. My head was telling me to tread lightly, nothing was this good.