Matt Stallworth

I knew the day I walked into Kelsey’s record store that she’d be difficult to win over. But fuck, she resisted—hard. The more she tried to push away the more it became a competition. My life was spiraling out of control and I knew I was wiring up a bomb with the possibility of it blowing up in my face.

I looked down at my situation below. Her resistance the other day wasn’t the only thing that was hard.

Fuck, the things she did to me just by being in the same room.

When she’d opened her door and I caught a glimpse of the thin fabric of her Spinderellas tee clinging tight to her curves and amazing tits—I thought my dick was going to explode.

And here we were at Bizzell, my favorite place on the planet. I handed Kelsey her beer. I’d been waiting for this concert forever and now all I could think about was Kelsey—and Kelsey naked—oh, and Kelsey’s naked boobs. Kelsified brain; it was a thing.

She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a long drink. I cursed the beer bottle silently. Her lips belonged pressed against mine. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want them wrapped around my cock, too, but Jesus, even just a kiss would be heaven.

Still, I hadn’t foreseen the pushback all night long. The date had gone totally differently in my mind. I’d pick her up. We’d go to the show. She’d realize I’m a decent guy and we’d talk about music. Maybe one thing would lead to another and I’d stop things after a kiss, so she’d know I was a good guy who wasn’t just looking to get laid.

Her incessant need to push me away only made me want her more. I mean, she should’ve known I was an athlete. Saying I was competitive would be an understatement.

“I think they’re about to come on.” About the time Kelsey mentioned it, the lights dimmed down.

“This is going to be fucking awesome!” I smiled at her and held out my bottle of beer.

She tapped it with hers. “Definitely.” She paused and did this sort of frown thing and then looked up.

She always did it when she thought about what to say. Her eyes roamed back over to mine. “Thank you for bringing me.”

“Can’t think of anyone I’d rather be here with.” I grinned.

Jesus, that was lame.

It was becoming very real to me that I liked Kelsey, a lot. Originally, I’d thought I’d ask her out and see if there was any chemistry, and if not we both loved music so we’d just be friends maybe. I didn’t know any other guys on the team who were into vinyl records and had refined and eclectic musical tastes. Even Ethan’s eyes would glaze over when I would talk about new wave post-modern punk.

Plus, she worked at a record store. How fucking cool was that?

I hadn’t planned on things being so gray instead of black-and-white, though. I stared down at the way her Levi’s hugged her hips and ass just right. Her shirt was cut so that it rode up just over her hip and revealed the slightest bit of the soft flesh there.

Fuck.

I turned my head and bit down on a knuckle, trying to will away the thought of digging my fingers into her hips while I fucked an orgasm out of her. Kelsey moaning my name over and over.

I glanced back to her as she took another drink of her beer and all I could see was her lips on the bottle. My cock went to war with my zipper.

Beyond her tits and ass and hips and flat stomach, though, she was just insanely beautiful. My eyes roamed her dirty-blond hair and when she stared at me with those honey-colored eyes it took me to another place.

“What?” Her word had a hollow echo to it and I realized I was still staring right at her ponytail that fell down and curled at the end, framing her face. She held the bottle of beer next to her lips and had asked the question into the bottle.

With the lights dimmed and reflecting off her eyes and the anticipation of the band about to walk on the stage, my hand naturally went and pushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. When my fingers made contact with the smooth skin on the side of her face her eyelashes fluttered.

For a brief moment we just stared at each other. She looked right at me and it’s like we had an entire conversation with no words. But I could tell everything she was thinking and responded clear as day.

We can’t do this.

It’ll be fine. Just trust me.

I’m too busy. I don’t have time to date.

Neither do I. But do you feel this between us?

What about Jenny and Ethan? It’ll be awkward if something goes wrong.

I want to see where this goes.

I do, too. But it’s a bad idea.

Bad ideas are fun.

She grinned and I returned the gesture before raucous cheers severed us from our unspoken moment. The band walked out and the place went ballistic along with Kelsey and me.

The Spinderellas were amazing. Their music was sort of bluesy-folk but with some electric instruments and occasionally even some techno backing. Very different, but they just had a sound. You could hear any song of theirs and know who it was. I loved that about them.

The lead singer was tall and skinny with tattoos covering damn near every square inch of him. He wore a bright suit and top hat. I always referred to him as Willy Wonka. The cheering died down as he approached the microphone. We were about twenty feet away in the middle of the standing crowd.

“Glad I got the golden ticket in my chocolate bar today.” Kelsey looked up at me and smiled.

I busted out laughing and shook my head.

“Don’t shake your head and laugh. It’s true. He kicks ass but he’s totally Willy Wonka.”

I bent down to her in case the music started. Kelsey wasn’t short per se, but I was six foot five and was used to bending down for everyone anyway. “That’s not why I’m laughing. I’ve never told anyone else, but I always call him Willy Wonka, too.”

She gave me a playful look that said, Don’t fuck around with me.

I shrugged. “It’s true. I promise.” I took a sip of my beer and could feel her eyes still searing into me. I raised both eyebrows and my eyes widened with the bottle still pressed to my lips. “I’m not kidding. Don’t chew any gum in this place. You might blow up into a blueberry.”

The deafening guitar chords rang out. I couldn’t hear Kelsey but it definitely appeared like she snorted. I went in for the kill and my mouth was right on her ear.

“I don’t want to have to roll you out of here.”

Who would’ve thought a bratty Roald Dahl character would score me some comic relief points on a date?

Kelsey laughed her ass off and couldn’t stop grinning after. The first song they played was one of my favorites. Light on vocals and heavy on instrumentals. The guitar player was a fucking virtuoso in my opinion. I couldn’t play an instrument if I tried and I think that was something that always drew me to music. When you can’t do something it makes you want to be a part of it even more.

Kelsey appeared to be loosening up and her head began to move in sync with the bass line. I followed suit. Something was different, though.

The music was spot on and the whole thing was perfect, but it didn’t hold me captive like it usually did. The song fought like hell for my attention, but Kelsey transcended the rest of my surroundings.

I wanted to sit back and watch her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to know more about her.

Everything in me longed to keep talking in her ear and to hear what she had to say in return, but no way was I going to ruin the concert for her. The last thing an audiophile wanted was someone yapping in their ear during a show.

I bobbed my head in time and played along, but I stole a glance at her every chance I had.

After the first song ended everyone screamed and cheered. The whole place was electric and the crowd on fire.

I turned to face Kelsey. “Man, these guys fucking rock!”

“Yeah, they do!”

The drums blasted as I started my next question and drowned it out. “So, you’re glad you came, then?”

Shit!

She mouthed, “What?”

There was no way I could yell where she could hear. I leaned down to her ear again. I made sure to exhale warm breath on her neck before I spoke this time. I wrapped my arm around her waist and my fingers grazed the small soft area of exposed hip I’d stared at all goddamn night.

“So, you’re glad you came, then?” I yelled next to her ear and exhaled directly into it.

She leaned into my hold and I pulled her in a little closer. I moved my head back and she looked at me and nodded.

I thought my heart would leap out of my chest and my dick out of my pants, all at the same time. God, she was so fucking sexy and vulnerable, like the music just cut through all the bullshit walls.

I smiled and mouthed slowly, “Me, too.”

I released her hip and stood up straight. Not because I wanted to—not at all. Because I knew she’d have felt guilty about exposing herself to me and I didn’t want to give her a chance to shrug my arm off her.

Timing was everything and Kelsey Martin wasn’t a random hookup or a short-lived relationship in the making. Yeah, I wanted to fuck her. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t. But I wanted to fuck her more than once, and for a very long time.

Before I’d even noticed we were five songs in and both of us had pretty much found ourselves lost in a combination of each other’s stares and the music. My stomach twisted itself in a knot and adrenaline pumped through my veins any time she’d accidentally lean into me or graze me with her swaying hips.

Some of the songs were up-tempo and people bounced and danced around, and some leaned more toward classic rock with long guitar and drum solos. I recognized the next song as soon as the light guitar riff started. It was one of their slower songs, very ballad-ish in nature.

It was as close to a love song as the Spinderellas had in their catalog. I slid an arm around Kelsey when the lead singer belted out the lyrics and she leaned in close to me. Fuck, I was weightless, like I was floating on the words of the song. Bright blue streams of lights swirled around the room, creating vivid patterns on the walls.

I pulled Kelsey in front of me and wrapped both of my arms around her. She nuzzled her cheek against my arm and moved a hand to one of my forearms. She fit perfectly inside my arms. Her breasts pressed into my hold and she backed her ass up against my cock. We swayed back and forth to the slow cadence of the song and I peeked around to steal a glance of every one of her reactions to our movements. Her eyes closed as she ground her hips back and forth against me. I knew she felt every inch of my rock-hard dick pressed against her, and for a split second her mouth formed an O coupled with a sigh.

Goddamn! I could get used to these kinds of moments with her.

I tightened my hold and rested my chin lightly in her sandy-colored hair. Even the smell of her shampoo was orgasmic.

The song ended and it was like reality slammed into her chest. She blushed and stepped away from my embrace. Fuck it, that moment had been heaven and better than anything I’d imagined happening on a first date with her anyway.

The rest of the songs and the encore were all gritty and heavy. They definitely kicked major ass live, and it was one of the best shows I’d ever seen. The house lights brightened and people spilled out of Bizzell.

Kelsey turned to me. “Man, that was epic! Rock-solid performance.”

I glanced down at my crotch and then back up to her. “Thanks.”

She bit her lip and tried not to smile. “Couldn’t help yourself there, could you?”

I grinned back at her and shrugged. “Nope. Would you like to help me out?”

I had a feeling Kelsey didn’t blush much. She seemed like a pretty brash and open person all the times I’d met her. When her cheeks flushed with the slightest bit of pink I chalked it up as a victory and smiled.

She stood there with her hands on her hips and shook her head. Part of me hoped she’d continue this whole resisting charade. It would only make me try that much harder.

“You should do stand-up. Seriously.”

I glanced down again for a second and then cocked an eyebrow up at her. “Already standing up.”

“Oh my God.” She looked away.

“That’s what she said.”

“Can you go all night like this?”

I nodded. “Yes, Kelsey. Yes, indeed.”

She giggled. I made the rocker chick giggle. I possessed a particular set of skills, apparently.

“I can go all night,” I deadpanned.

Kelsey burst into a fit of laughter. I thought for a second I might reach a score of infinity if I got her to snort where I could hear.

I reached out and took her hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

We trailed the crowd heading toward the door and she kept looking up at me and smiling and then she’d look away.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s cool. You can tell me.”

She stared at me. “Nothing, it’s just…” She paused. “Funny, hot, rich, popular…” She poked an index finger into my shoulder and smiled. “Excellent taste in music. Why aren’t you like married and having kids or anything by now?”

I glanced down at her.

She cringed a little. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—I didn’t mean to hit you with such a personal question like that. I just speak without thinking sometimes.”

We walked through the door and I led her over to the side so that we weren’t blocking anyone’s path.

She stared at the ground and I lifted her chin with my index finger so that we looked at each other. “It’s okay. Really. You can ask me stuff like that. I don’t mind.” I grinned to reassure her a little.

Fact was, I wanted her to want to know more about me.

“Okay, it just seemed like a tough question for a first date.”

I chuckled.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing, just—have you ever seen a press conference on television?”

“Sure.”

I held my hands out to the side like look what I do for a living.

“Right.” She sighed and her shoulders relaxed. “People interview you all the time.”

“Nothing you can ask will be more personal than what I get grilled about on national television. I promise.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

I took her by the hand again because I fucking loved the way it fit in mine and she hadn’t put up a fight about it all evening. “And, I’m not sure. My job and schedule have been hard on relationships I’ve had. I’m always busy. But really, I’ve never felt that anyone I’ve dated before was the one, you know? It just never felt right.”

“I suppose it’s a decent answer.”

Kelsey glowed more now than she had earlier in the evening. I didn’t know how to describe it any better than that. When she was happy and relaxed and in her element—without sounding like too much of a hippie—it was almost like she had an energy about her. An aura radiated from her that wasn’t necessarily visible, but I could feel it.

“Thank you for your approval.” I smirked, but a playful one this time.

She nudged me in the ribs with her elbow.

“I’ve just believed, even since I was a kid, that when you meet the person you’re supposed to end up with, you’ll just know. Everything in the world will just fall into place and make sense.”

She shook her head and grinned but kept looking straight ahead toward the parking lot.

“What’s so amusing?”

“Nothing. Didn’t say a word.”

“No, no. You shook your head. Now it’s time to fess up.”

“Just a little surprised. Matt Stallworth is a romantic.”

“So.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Just stated a fact, sir.”

“You said it like you were surprised. Like it was a girly trait for a guy.” I nudged her back with my elbow to emphasize that I was teasing her.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a feminine man. I’ve known lots of girly guys who were awesome.” She chuckled.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her petite frame around so that she faced me. In another smooth motion I ran both of my palms to her cheeks and moved inches from her face. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened. Her whole body trembled and I could practically hear her heart pounding in her chest.

“You’re so beautiful, everything else in the world fades away when you’re in front of me like this. There’s nothing I want more than to kiss you so hard that every ounce of air rushes from your body. When I take you home and walk you to your apartment later tonight it will take every ounce of resolve in my body to let go of your hand because I know that you’ll disappear when the door closes. And you’ll be all that I think about until I see you again.” I leaned in closer to her ear. “The only thing keeping my lips from yours right now is the fact that I want more than one amazing night with you. I want every single fucking one of them.”

I released her and stepped back. Kelsey’s chest heaved up and down with each deep breath she sucked into her lungs. Her cheeks were fully flushed with pink hues this time and she almost looked catatonic, like she was frozen in some sort of trance.

I waggled my eyebrows at her and grinned. “Tell me how girly that shit was.”

She finally regained her composure and I reached down and took her hand once more. She squeezed it back, hard, and a warmth spread through my chest.

“It was a little manly. I guess.” Her words came out weak on her labored breaths. She leaned into me as we walked.

When we were about a block from the parking lot I glanced over to her. “My turn. Top five concerts. Go!”

Kelsey didn’t miss a beat and immediately belted out, “One, Stones, obviously. Two, White Stripes. Three, Pearl Jam. Four, Florence + the Machine. Five—” She hesitated and stopped in her tracks.

I stopped while she looked out at the line of headlights on the road, seemingly thinking through her next words.

After a few beats she cleared her throat and looked up at me. “Five, Spinderellas at Bizzell.” A smile crept across her lips.

“Was it this show? Or the one you saw before?”

“This was my first time seeing them at Bizzell.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“I thought it was an amazing show, too. Definitely in my top five.” My Mercedes came into view and I steered us in that direction.

I looked down and noticed Kelsey had both of her hands wrapped around mine. Something told me she probably hadn’t noticed it, but I didn’t give a shit. She was amazing.

“Real quick, before we get to your car. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

I liked the game. It was fun. Rendering Kelsey speechless had been the highlight so far, but I needed to give her something in return.

“Okay, I’ve got one.” I nodded.

“Mmm, yeah, give me the juicy deets. Then slap me for saying deets.”

I chuckled. “I hate this shirt that I have on.”

She stopped in her tracks and crossed her arms. She really should’ve given warning before she did things like that. The way it shoved her tits together kept my dick popping up like it was auditioning for the lead on Meerkat Manor.

“You hate your shirt? That’s the big reveal?”

She released my hand and I scrubbed it through my hair. “Yep, that’s pretty much it.”

Kelsey frowned. “Well, why did you wear it, then?”

She fell right into my trap. I couldn’t go on dressing like this forever anyway. It just wasn’t me.

“I usually dress, well—like you do. When I’m not working, anyway.”

Shit!

Kelsey died laughing.

Smooth, Matty. Really fucking smooth.

“Maybe we can go jeans shopping sometime?” Her face was red and her whole body shook trying to hold back another outburst of chuckling.

I started to say something when she said, “What are your thoughts on capris? The denim capris, of course. I couldn’t see you in khaki.”

I’d learned in all of my years that there were two kinds of guys when their masculinity was called into question. Those who angered and those who were comfortable enough with their sexuality to play along. The first screamed insecure and there wasn’t a drop of insecurity in my body.

“Don’t be jealous of how great my ass would look in women’s jeans.”

Kelsey chuckled and then bit her lip playfully.

That’s right. You’re thinking about my ass, aren’t you, Kelsey?

I did a slow spin so she could have a look. She’d been swaying her hips in front of me all night, making my dick twitch. It was high time I gave her a clit flutter to deal with.

She whistled. “It is a decent ass, Matthew. I’ll give you that.”

I halted when I faced her once again. Matthew. Only my mother ever called me that. Well, and Ethan, when he was being a prick. Something about the words falling from Kelsey’s soft, magnificent lips—I don’t know, but I liked it. I liked her. A lot.

“No, but seriously. I don’t wear these shirts. I have a closet full of workout clothes and T-shirts of my favorite bands. Oh, and Chucks. Definitely Chucks.”

Kelsey looked down at my feet and then hers. “They are essential, aren’t they?”

“Yep.”

She regarded me for a quick moment. “So why didn’t you just wear one of your shirts you usually wear?”

I looked away. “It’s stupid.”

“No, tell me.”

I sighed. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want you to think I was just dressing like that to score points or something? Like you’d think I was just wearing it to try and hook up with you. I mean, I figured it might look that way, from your point of view. It was stupid.” I paused. “And I wanted to look nice for you, too. But that’s why I’m telling you. I don’t usually wear shirts like this. I’ll shut up now.”

She stared at me for a minute and it seemed a battle was taking place somewhere behind her eyes. “That’s actually pretty sweet and thoughtful.”

“Thank you.”

She grinned. “And weird.”

My smile faded.

She reached out and grabbed my forearm. “No, no. Like a good weird. Not creepy weird. I like that you thought about details like that. Most guys don’t give a fuck.”

I shrugged. “I usually don’t. But it was you.”

The moon lit the side of her face while she stared up at me. “You say things like that and it just—” She shook her head.

“What?”

She laughed, but it was one of those sarcastic laughs. Like she couldn’t believe why I would ask such a question.

“It’s like you elevate me up to your level. Like I’m something special. I’m just a normal commoner. There are hundreds of thousands of girls just like me all over the world, and you could take your pick. I’m not trying to shit all over who I am, I’m just being honest with you.”

“Well, I think you are, in fact, special, and that there’s no one else like you. And just because more people know who I am, it doesn’t mean I’m not just a normal person.” I looked out to the west. “I was born in a hospital a couple of miles from here. Not in a manger with wise men.”

Kelsey narrowed her eyes at me and then she nodded. “You’re right.”

I leaned over to her and cupped a hand to my ear. “Huh? Didn’t catch that.”

She shoved me away by the shoulder, playfully. “I’m not saying it again.”

I shoved my hands in my pockets. “Fine. And I didn’t realize my shirt would bring out some deep philosophical shit.”

“Well, you look nice in the shirt. But you have proven that you are a music junkie, like myself. So from now on, just be yourself, okay?”

“Deal.” I paused. “And seriously, if I’d shown up in a Spinderellas shirt it would’ve been awk. Wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah.” She drew out the word. “You’re right. I probably would’ve judged you. I hate saying that. Your thoughts were pretty accurate.” She smiled at me. “But I know you a lot better now.” She paused. “It’s funny, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“I mean, we’ve met like, what, a handful of times? But we really didn’t know much about each other until tonight. I mean, you checked me out plenty of times and flirted, but we never really had a chance to talk.”

“Wait, I flirted? You were the flirt!”

“No!” She gasped as she said it. “It was all you. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” She looked out at the night sky.

“You still hungry?”

“You know, I’m not really.”

My heart felt like it dropped into my stomach. I thought for sure she’d actually let me take her somewhere to get food. I didn’t want the night to end. Ever.

She reached over and slid her hand into mine. “But I could sit and talk for a while.”

My heart went back to a full-on sprint in my chest.

We sat on the hood of my car and talked for another hour in the parking lot. Before we were done she had on one of my baseball jackets I’d retrieved from the car. She told me about musicians she’d dated and I wanted to use their faces for batting practice after hearing how they’d treated her. How could some loser guy do that to her?

We talked about our favorite bands, shows we’d seen, everything we loved about music.

At the end of the date I drove her home and walked her to the front door of her apartment.

“I don’t have a house and a porch like you talked about earlier.”

I put my palms on both of her cheeks, just like I’d told her I would, and then snaked my hands through her sandy locks of hair. Her eyes fluttered closed and then opened again. There was a spark inside them that hadn’t been there all night and she nuzzled her cheek into one of my palms.

“It doesn’t matter. I could do this anywhere.”

“Please do.”

Her soft skin was heaven against my fingertips. “I don’t want tonight to end. But I’ll do whatever it takes to get more tonights out of you.”

She started to speak and I slid a finger over her lips. Fuck me if they didn’t feel perfect like the rest of her.

“But if you’re worried about screwing things up with our friends, or think we could ruin that, I’ll wait. Not because I want to. But because I don’t want you to be anything but happy.”

“I want—”

“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll call you tomorrow after you’ve had time to think about things. I want another date with you. You choose if and when that will happen, okay?”

I fought every urge in my body to kiss her right then and there. She’d have let me. We both knew it. I could see it written all over her face and feel it in every one of her actions—but when I kissed Kelsey Martin for the first time, it wasn’t going to be something she regretted the next day. That wasn’t an option.

I ran my hands through her hair one last time and cupped the back of her head.

“This was hands down the best first date I’ve ever had in my life.”

She nodded against my hand with half-hooded eyes. I snaked my hand back through her hair and released her.

She turned and I watched her walk through the door. At the last second she peeked over her shoulder and a huge smile spread across her face. She waved and disappeared inside her apartment.

When I got back in my car I thought I might vomit. I hadn’t planned on the emotions and feelings being that intense with Kelsey Martin when I’d asked her out. It wasn’t right, what I was doing. What if I had to leave for New York? I mean, I wanted to stay in Texas. I probably would stay in Texas. But shit fell through all the time. Nothing was ever totally in my control.

The worst part of it was that I could tell she felt the same way, even if she did put up her walls. I knew how she felt or I wouldn’t have let my guard down for as long as I had.

We hadn’t even kissed at this point and I could already tell that she was susceptible to being hurt. Maybe Ethan was right after all.

I sat down on my couch and pulled my phone out in front of me before swiping the screen. Ethan’s head shot from the firm with a Snapchat filter of him throwing up a rainbow sat inches from my face. Obviously, I laughed and pressed the screen to call him.

I counted out the rings and like clockwork he picked up right after number three.

“Always three.” I shook my head.

“I don’t know why you think I’m going to do something different every time. What do you want?”

I let out an over-the-top gasp. “Is that any way to talk to your best friend and biggest client?”

“I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment.”

“I actually called to talk about my contract, if you must know.”

I heard Jenny grumble something in the background. “Oh good, she’s there. Glad you guys are making this easy on me.” I grinned.

“Yep. Get on with it.”

“You know what I want.” I whispered like it was a secret code voice.

Ethan inhaled a long breath. “She likes you. She’s worried. It’s not a good time for her. But you’re awesome. You have great taste in music. She thinks you’re hot as balls. We done here?” Ethan spoke faster than one of those infomercial people trying to make a sale. “Ouch!”

It sounded like he took a punch. I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t know.” I made sure to speak as slow as humanly possible, just to make him wait it out. Dragging this on while Jenny sat on the bed—most likely naked—seemed like a pretty good way to entertain myself.

Static and rustling landed in my ear and Jenny’s voice rumbled through the speaker loud and insistent. “You did good, Matt. But I need to borrow Ethan’s body for” —she paused—“thirty seconds or so. And then you can call him back, okay?”

I nearly choked on a glass of water I took a sip from.

“What the fuck? Thirty seconds, my ass!” Ethan’s voice boomed from the background.

“Shh, babe. You know you can’t handle this.”

I appreciated the fact that Jenny appeared much more comfortable with our friendship, but we had quickly approached the land of TMI.

“Did she say anything specific?” Jesus, I sounded like an excited twelve-year-old boy with a crush. Part of me didn’t care, though, because it’s exactly what I felt like.

“We have to go. Ethan looks like he might cry.” She laughed. “But seriously, Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“She is tough as nails and guarded. But she has feelings, too. And if you hurt her I will kill you. And I don’t mean that figuratively. I will literally put you in the ground.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“You need to figure out if you’re going to be around before you take it any further. And you need to tell her about it, because I can’t, legally.”

“I know.”

“Good. We won’t have any problems, then. Have a nice evening.”

“Night.”

I tossed my phone aside on the couch and grabbed the remote. Anxiety ate at my stomach. The television flickered on to SportsCenter. Hockey highlights played, nothing exciting. I grabbed my favorite book of all time—Cash by Johnny Cash—off the coffee table and started to read, but nothing registered.

Kelsey Martin held every thought in my head. I groaned. “Fuck.”

I dropped back on the couch and kicked my feet up. When I looked up at the ceiling all I could picture was Kelsey on top of me, her hair falling around my face as she leaned down for a kiss. My cock twitched in the gym shorts I’d changed into.

I rolled my eyes over to the television. Still hockey.

You like the way I ride you?

My brain was fucking relentless.

Kelsey’s words, all in my mind, of course.

She licked down my neck and her soft-yet-firm tits pressed into my chest and slid down as she took me deeper. I glanced down at my aching cock that went from Leaning Tower of Pisa to Empire State Building in roughly three seconds.

I raised an eyebrow. “Well, you aren’t going away anytime soon, are you?” I reached down the front of my shorts and fisted my dick. He approached morning wood status. “Impressive. Guess I better help you out with that so you can sleep tonight.”

I slid my hand up and down my shaft and imagined Kelsey’s tight, wet pussy taking all of me. In and out slowly as she moaned with each thrust.

I raised my hips up and slid my shorts halfway down my thighs. There wasn’t time to get them all the way off when I was balls deep in imaginary Kelsey.

God, your cock is amazing.

I haven’t even fucked you yet.

I looked up and it seemed so real. Every expression on her face, every word from her tongue—I lived it.

Her eyes widened and I cupped her breasts in each hand, rolling her nipples between my thumb and index finger on each hand. She arched her back and moaned, driving my cock to the hilt.

My hand sped up and primal instincts took over. I wrapped my arms around Kelsey and locked my fingers behind her back, pinning one of her arms behind her. Lifting up on the balls of my feet, I yanked her into my chest and hammered into her tight pussy. She belted out a squeal that turned into a loud moan.

“Holy fuck.” Her words were a gravelly mumble and her eyes rolled up into her head. My balls slapped against her ass and the suctioning sound of my cock hammering into her echoed through the room.

She clamped down on my rock-hard dick when an orgasm ripped through her limbs. Her lips formed an O and she looked like she wanted to scream, but the words caught in her throat. My balls tensed and a huge load crept up my shaft.

I grunted and held it back as long as I could before pulling out of the warm wonderland that was her wet pussy. I started to reach down as her orgasm finally subsided and her eyes locked on to mine.

Let me. She reached back and stroked my cock. I let loose after her second stroke and groaned. Hot jets of come shot across her ass as I thrusted into her hand.

She milked every drop from my cock and my fantasy subsided. My breaths came fast and hard. I opened my eyes and realized I was still thrusting into my own hand. The V-neck tee I’d worn was covered in a jizz bomb from hell, and my cock was still hard as fuck in my hand.

I glanced at the shirt once more. “Well, I didn’t like you anyway.”

The back of my head sank into the couch with a thud when I fell back. Sweat beads formed across my hairline and I fought a moment longer to catch my breath.

Jesus Christ, I have it bad for this girl.

I stood up and carefully removed my shirt without covering my face in jizz. The kitchen lights were still on and I walked shirtless to the pantry door. I opened it and tossed the shirt into the trash can.