Spring Fling (Dating Season Book 1) by Laurelin Paige (novel24 .TXT) 📗

He adds a finger to the mix, pressing my clit, and my orgasm reappears.

“Yes, do that. Please, please, don’t stop.”

“You like it when I fuck your tight pussy?”

“Mm-hmm.” Why is this a problem for me? Am I defective? I don’t understand why I’m not preening with pride that he finds the lack of looseness sexy. Maybe it’s the uncomfortable position with my leg askew and the course friction of the ground against my back. Well, if I don’t say something, this was all for nothing and I could potentially have to fake my orgasm. I really don’t want to do that. What lioness fakes it?

“I need on top.”

“Ah, fuck yeah.” We roll back over. “Ride my big cock.”

That was easy. Ask and receive.

“Come for me, my little slut.”

Ugh. I’m trying my best here. The odds should be in my favor. He’s sexy and ripped and has a ginormous dick. So why am I struggling? This is taking way too long, but it seems rude to tell him I’m not feeling his dirty talk in the throes of passion. I’ll just keep trying. I kiss him, long and slow, to avoid further talking. He leads me back to that rapturous place I was in before the jumble of Kama Sutra positions happened. Bubbles dance along my skin, ready to burst. Astride him, I plant my feet and use his solid chest for leverage to find reprieve.

Briefly, anyway.

I’m still sore from the workout yesterday, and my legs are numb from the numerous pretzel shapes.

This must be my punishment for trying to distract from the Austin question with sex. I need to regroup, so I stop moving and attempt to clear my head. I’m hyper-aware of everything now and attaining climax seems impossible. I’ve been here before and don’t want a repeat of all the things I’ve done wrong. Once you fake it, it becomes a cycle.

Finn bends up yet again, wrapping his arms around me. “Who do you belong to, Chloe?”

I can’t answer. A shooting star streaks across the sky, and I wish...well, I can’t say what I wish for in this moment. I close my eyes, and do something horrible, something shameful.

An owl hoots in the distance, repeating Finn’s question, mocking me for imagining dark eyes and a dimple. Music notes lead me back to orgasm heaven, but I can’t let myself unlock the gate. It’s so wrong.

I open my eyes. Finn watches me, waiting for my answer.

If I say it, maybe it will make it true, “You.”

I silently apologize and fake it.

Ten

Raspberry is not my color. Turns out, all that scooting around on the lawn in the dead of night connected me with the wild in ways I couldn’t have imagined—a spider bit me on the ass.

“You’re so swollen, you remind me of a balloon,” Austin says, peering over at my bloated face. “Bet that clown guy at the craft fair could shape you into a little animal.”

“Please, don’t make me laugh. If I split open, you’ll never get history facts again.” I claw at my neck and arms.

“Sorry,” he says, but the humor in his eyes tells a different story.

“Thank you for taking me to the emergency room.” Charlotte and Mr. Charlotte-to-be have an early meeting with their wedding planner later this morning and June can’t see to drive at night, so Austin was my savior. “I hated to ask, but my body itches so badly, I didn’t know if I could stay on the road.”

“Don’t be silly, Chloe. I didn’t mind.”

Why do these things happen to me? The spider bite is karma for the fauxgasm. When Finn drove me back to my place, I was so lost in guilty thoughts, I didn’t pay attention to the faint itching of my body. Nor the soreness on my bottom. I wrote it off to an aftereffect from the spanking. It was my first time, so how was I to know the throbbing sensation stemmed from a spider?

After I showered, it was clear the red hue of my skin wasn’t from the scorching water. Swollen and itching so badly I wanted to skin myself alive, I called Finn.

“Take some Benadryl, babydoll. You’ll be fine,” he said before he let me go so he could sleep.

Part of having a person is them being there for you in emergencies, isn’t it? That article Charlotte wrote about superheroes was full of lies. SuperFinn did not rush to save me in my distress. Not to mention, I didn’t even have Benadryl and therefore could have died. That’s dramatic, but sue me. Not having to fend for yourself is an expected perk of a relationship I didn’t receive. Well, at least I have friends to lean on at two a.m. when rogue spiders come calling.

Pink tinges the brightening sky as Austin pulls into the driveway and parks. “Do you need me to stay with you?”

“No, no.” I grab my handbag. “The doctor said the shot will make the allergic reaction pass soon. Go home and get some sleep. That’s what I’m going to do.”

He bites his lip. “Is Finn coming over to stay with you?”

“No. He has a training session this morning, and after that, basketball with some friends.” I see the judgement written all over his face. “It’s okay, really. Thanks again.” I open the door. “You’re a lifesaver. Literally.”

He pulls the key from the ignition. “I can’t let you stay by yourself.”

“I’ll be okay.“

Chivalry isn’t dead. He ignores me and exits. Life would be so much easier if he’d drive away. How can I stop comparing the two men when Austin insists on staying and my boyfriend is nowhere to be found?

I’m too tired to convince him I’ll be fine, so he follows me inside and I stretch out on the couch.

“You should go home,” I tell him. “You must be exhausted too.”

“Nope. Not leaving. I’ll just take a nap.”

I let my eyes drift close as he settles into the club chair angled across from me.