Cheesy on the Eyes by Teagan Hunter Page 0,53
were obviously defiled long ago.”
I don’t refute her claim.
Thea leans across me and peeks at her phone on the nightstand. “Holy shit,” she says, falling back onto the bed and curling up next to me. “No wonder I’m hungry. It’s after eleven.”
“Damn. I can’t remember the last time I stayed in bed this late. Actually”—I scratch at the stubble lining my jaw—“I can’t remember the last time I didn’t start my morning on the beach in one way or another.”
“That addicted to it, huh?”
“It’s safe to say I should consider going to meetings for it.”
“I know you’re not from here, but have you always lived along the East Coast?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t grow up near the water or anything. I’d been a time or two on family vacations, the memories of which are now a bit fuzzy, but after my dad went to prison, those stopped. So I hadn’t really experienced the call of her in full force until I came here.”
“Let me guess—now that you’re living here, you can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
I nod. “The moment I crossed into this town, I knew I wouldn’t be leaving.”
“That’s how I’ve always felt about it. Some people grow up hating where they come from and can’t wait to leave. Most don’t feel strongly one way or the other, but they never leave because it’s comfortable and familiar. Then there are a few who are like me—their roots feel entwined with the soil, and they wouldn’t dare rip a plant from its home.”
“I was definitely in the first camp, and not just because of my father.” I shrug. “From a young age, when I started getting my feelings, I just knew I didn’t belong there. It was home, but it wasn’t my home. I just didn’t fit. It’s probably why I was anxious and wound tight all the time, and why when I finally left, it was easier to breathe.”
“I’m glad you’re breathing now, Sully.” She leans over and pecks a kiss to my cheek like she’s been kissing me all her life. “But if you don’t feed me soon, there’s no telling how much longer you will be.”
My shoulders shake with laughter. “Is that right?”
“Afraid so. It’d be a shame, too, because I think I’d have let you put it in my butt if you asked nicely.”
Just when I thought I didn’t have anything left in me, my cock twitches to life at the thought of taking her ass.
I move fast, pulling her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.
She gives me a lopsided grin, wrapping her arms around my back. “I didn’t mean right now.”
I slide my hands down hers, palming her ass cheeks. I massage them both, pulling at them just enough to let the cold air hit her hole, then I rock her over my hard cock.
She gasps as I bump into her clit.
“Sully…” she whispers, dropping her forehead to mine. “You’re killing me.”
“I think you’ll live.”
“No, seriously. You’re killing me. It’s not that I don’t want to bang your brains out again, but I. Am. Starving.”
She sinks into me, and I laugh. “Well get up then. I’ll find us something to eat.”
She hops off me faster than ever and grabs for my discarded shirt, pulling it down over her head like it belongs to her. She’s so damn short it nearly falls to her knees.
“I’m going pee. When I get done, there better be food.”
“And if there’s not?” I challenge.
“Then at least the sharks will get to eat.”
She marches from the room, leaving me staring after her, shaking my head.
I pull myself from the bed and forgo throwing on anything other than the pair of boxer briefs I’m wearing.
No point in being modest anymore, I suppose.
I make my way to the kitchen and head straight for the coffee machine. By now, I know Thea well enough to be certain it’s the first thing she’ll need.
“Dude, put some fucking clothes on, would ya?”
I barely hold on to the coffee mug as I spin toward the door.
“What the shit, Winston?” I scowl at him. “Does nobody around here knock anymore?”
He lifts a shoulder. “The door was open.” I pin him with a Don’t bullshit me look. “Fine, it wasn’t—but I did knock.”
“And I didn’t answer. That doesn’t mean break in.”
“Please. It’s not like I caught you in the middle of anything naughty. You don’t have a girl over here or…”
Winston trails off as the door to the bathroom opens and Thea makes her way up the stairs.
“You better be