Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Book One: Darren
- first date
- coffee date
- the cleanup
- nature retreat
- boundaries
- square one
- the olive branch
- Book Two: Nadia
- curious
- testing the waters
- first kiss
- routines
- hooky
- first time
- flirting
- movie night
- connecting
- Book Three: Jourdan
- appointment
- errands
- normal shit
- on my knees (emotionally) (and sexually)
- favor
- making a date
- the right look
- nerves
- careful
- massage
- all together now
- midnight
- epilogue
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“Are you scared about what I’ll say? Do you want me to say yes? Or no?”
“Fuck,” I breathe because she’s rubbing me harder now.
“Or are you nervous because you like her so much, so fast?” One of her hands slips inside my shorts. I’m certain I won’t survive this. “Did you not ask because you think you want it too much?”
Her familiar warm hand wraps around the base of my shaft. I can’t lie when I’m so close to orgasming. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
She shoves her other hand inside my shorts and starts to jack me off much more forcefully, using my own precome as lubrication. “Oh, Darren,” she hums against the side of my neck. “You’re supposed to like her. What would be the point of us dating someone you didn’t like? I haven’t even met her in person yet, and I like her. I like how hard she makes you,” she whispers against my earlobe.
My back bows. I’m so fucking close.
Nadia has to reposition her body to keep her hands moving, but she doesn’t let up. “I trust your judgment,” she whispers. “If you like her, then I know I will too. And if she makes you this hard, think of how wet she’ll make me.”
I could come — I almost come — but Nadia lets me go just as my balls start to tighten. I’m embarrassed by the whining sound that escapes my mouth.
She smooths her hands up and down my back, soothing me again while I put my hands on my knees and try to breathe normally again. I feel like I’ve run a mile.
“You better get going, babe. You don’t want to be late. I approve any and all sexual touching, but your dick stays out of her pussy,” Nadia laughs. “And ass.”
“Fuck,” I gasp.
When I pull into the parking lot at the nature preserve walking trail, there are a few cars there, but it’s not packed. Even though I don’t expect to run into anyone here, each of the empty parking spaces makes me feel a shot of relief. It is barely seven-thirty on a Friday morning, though.
I park my car and take a few more deep breaths before I pull the visor down and check my reflection in the mirror. I run a hand down my beard and over the crown of my head. I also give myself a pep talk.