One-Timer (Carolina Comets)
One-Timer: Chapter 15

I tried to resist her.

Heaven help me, I tried.

But it was impossible with her looking up at me with those sapphire blue eyes full of desire and need. So, I caved, and if it meant waking up with her curled around me like she currently is, I’d do it all over again.

Hell, I’d do it all over again even if she weren’t. Last night was incredible. The kind of incredible that rocks you to your core and scares you because you’re certain absolutely nothing will ever be that good again.

It can’t be. It’s impossible.

She wiggles against me, and I can tell by the change in her breathing that she’s beginning to wake up, which means I should probably stop staring at her like a total creep.

“Mmm.” She snuggles deeper into me. “You’re warm.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse.”

“I’m always cold.”

“I’ve noticed.”

She presses a soft kiss to my side, and I can feel her grin against me. It’s the same dopey grin I’m wearing.

“Good morning,” she mutters.

“Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Mmm,” she says again, this time stretching her body out. “So good.”

“Are you sore?”

“A little.” She blushes. “But I like it.”

I like that she likes it.

She pushes up on her elbow and looks down at me. “Can I try something?”

“Of course.”

She leans down and presses her lips to mine. It’s a quick kiss before she’s pulling away, but I grab her, holding her hostage before she can get too far.

“We’ve tried that before,” I say to her.

She laughs. “We have, but you’ll thank me later.”

She kisses me again, but this time, she doesn’t pull away—she heads south.

And keeps going and going.

She pauses when she reaches my stomach.

“Is that… Is that lint in your belly button?” She digs the piece of fuzz out, tossing it onto the floor.

“Hey! Put that back! It was keeping me warm.”

“You’re ridiculous.” She smothers a laugh against my stomach, continuing her path.

She looks and feels fucking amazing, sliding over me, pressing kisses down my stomach. Her pussy slides against my cock as she continues her languid assault, and I’m only mildly embarrassed by the sound that leaves my throat.

She laughs, then places kisses all over my thighs, dutifully ignoring my cock that’s likely harder than it’s ever been in my life. I would do anything in this moment to feel her pretty lips wrapped around it.

She kisses my right thigh, then my left. Back to my right, but this time she’s just slightly closer to my balls. She keeps going until I’m pretty sure I’m going to nut without her ever touching my dick.

Then, in one slow, long lick, she traces her tongue from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock and finally covers it with her mouth.

As embarrassing as it is, I almost come.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” My hips rise involuntarily.

She giggles around me, and I swear to fuck I feel it in my toes too. She sucks me, rolling her tongue around the head, using one hand to fist my length and the other to lightly scrape her nails along the sensitive inside of my thigh.

I’m going to die.

I am going to die, and this is going to be the most epic death ever.

I don’t even notice I’ve driven my hips upward until she gags, and I immediately feel bad, backing off.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m so sorry. I—”

She shoves me back down, continuing to work me over, and it’s not long until I build right back up to where I just was—about to make a mess.

“I’m going to come, Hollis, so unless you want me—”

“Use me,” she murmurs, repeating my words back to me.

She wraps her tits around my hard cock and opens her mouth. She wants me to fuck her tits.

Oh god.

So, I do.

I fuck her tits, loving the way the tip of my cock brushes against her tongue. Everything is just enough to make me explode.

“Incom—”

It’s all I can manage before I coat her lips and throat and her chin with my cum, and I’d be lying if I said the sight of her covered in me wasn’t enough to make me ready for another round right away.

Because it is. I’m not exactly sure why it is, but it’s hot and it’s doing something to me.

She pushes up to her knees, looking up at me with a proud smirk.

“You good?”

I laugh, throwing myself back on the bed as she crawls back up to the pillows. “I can’t believe I just fucked your tits. That’s like shit you do when you’re eighteen and your girlfriend is on her period, but you want to screw and she says no to anal, so you go to town between her tits.”

“That sounds…oddly specific.” Hollis lifts an amused brow.

I shrug. “Just some story I heard from some guy.”

“Uh-huh.” She laughs. “Sorry we didn’t… I’m just tired.”

My brows crush together. “Hollis, you don’t need to apologize, and you also don’t need to titty-fuck me because you feel too tired for sex.”

“Well, I wanted to. So there.”

“Is that your way of saying no to anal?”

She sputters out a laugh. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

“Yet…right?”

She shakes her head with a grin, rolling away from me. “Don’t you have practice this morning?”

Oh fuck.

I scramble to check the time, but it’s still early. Like way–too-early-to-be-up kind of early.

But I have an idea.

“Come on,” I tell her. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Is it to the shower? Because…” She looks down at the mess drying on her.

“Yes. And then to donuts.”

“Donuts?” She dashes off the bed faster than I’ve seen her move in weeks and runs to the bathroom. “I’m showering first!” she calls out, and I laugh.

We are definitely not taking turns.

“This is the place you’ve been getting donuts from?”

“Yep. Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just wasn’t expecting an adorable food truck. I thought it would be a little mom-and-pop shop or something.”

“Nah. Just Scout.”

She lifts a brow. “Scout? You’re on a first-name basis with the donut maker?”

“You jealous?”

“No,” she says quickly…too quickly.

I try not to think too much about how much I like the idea of Hollis being jealous of another woman over me. Not that she has a reason to be, but still.

“Right. Sure.” I wink. “Stay there.”

I round the truck and pull her door open, helping her down.

“You don’t have to do that, you know. I am perfectly capable of exiting a vehicle by myself. I’m pregnant, but not that pregnant.”

“Are you seriously complaining about me being a gentleman right now?”

“I—well, no. Kind of.” Her cheeks darken as we make our way up the path to the food truck turned donut shop.

“I was raised with manners, Hollis, and pregnant or not, I’ll still help you out of the truck. Because that’s what gentlemen do.”

She presses up on her tiptoes to whisper, “Do gentlemen also do what you did to me this morning?”

Don’t get a boner.

Don’t get a boner.

Do. Not. Get. A. Boner.

“Behave,” I mutter, both to her and myself because I know I really don’t want to behave right now.

We get into the back of the line. It’s short today. Usually, this place is about ten people deep every time I come here. I have no idea how Scout keeps up with everything, but she always does.

“So, how’d you replace out about this place?” Hollis asks, taking in the little setup.

“Well…I grew up about two hours from here, and Scout went to high school with me. She’s two years younger and was in the same grade as my sister. Word got out back home that she owned this place, so I made it my mission to come by and support it as much as I can. I might also make sure to cause a scene when I’m here and get my picture taken as much as possible in hopes it makes it on social media and gets her some of the recognition she deserves.”

What I don’t tell her is that Scout was bullied a lot for being shy and for having gay dads, and I couldn’t stand the thought of her putting her all into this business and having it fail, not after everything she’s gone through.

Hollis tips her head to the side, studying me. She doesn’t stop, not even when I shift uncomfortably under her gaze.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. It’s just… You’re a good guy, Lowell.”

“Are you surprised by this?”

She takes a moment to answer, and that’s how I know it’s honest and not a reflex. “No.”

That makes my heart swell with pride.

“Mr. Lowell!”

A little voice pulls my attention from Hollis, and I look over to replace the eight-year-old who believes we’re the best friends in the world charging at me, a sketchbook and pencil in her hand as usual.

To be fair, she’s right—we are the best friends in the world.

“What’d I tell you about calling me Mr. Lowell?” I ask as she skids to a stop in front of me.

“That it makes you sound like your dad and you ain’t no old man.”

“That’s right.” I hold my fist out, and she bumps it. “What are you doing here today, Miss Macie? No school today?”

“Nope. I have the day off because the teachers gotta talk to the mommas and pappas.”

“Are they talking to your momma and pappa?”

She shakes her head adamantly. “No! I’ve been good!”

“No more kicking?”

She puts her hand on her hip. “Only when the boys need it.”

I tuck my lips together, trying not to laugh. “That’s fair.”

“Who’s this?” She points to Hollis. “This your girlfriend?” The word girlfriend comes out with the slightest hint of disdain, and neither I nor Hollis miss it.

“I’m Lowell’s…friend,” Hollis tells her, sticking her hand out to shake it.

Macie looks at it, then back at Hollis. “I’m Lowell’s best friend.”

“Oh, so you’re the one he’s been telling me all about, huh?”

I grin because I know she’s just trying to make Macie feel important. I’ve never mentioned her to Hollis before at all.

Macie’s little eyes widen. “He talks about me?”

Hollis nods. “All the time. He was telling me what a good artist you are too.”

“I am a good artist. You want to see?”

“I would love to.” Hollis turns back to me. “Grab us girls some donuts, will ya?”

She winks, then lets Macie drag her away to a table nearby. I watch as they go, stepping up to the front of the food truck to order.

Scout being Scout, she already has my usual ready to go.

“Can I get a chocolate milk and a Boston cream too?”

I catch her grin from the corner of my eye, then finally look over at her.

She’s watching me with a look I can’t quite decipher, and I don’t know how I feel about that. I’ve known Scout from a distance for a long time now, and we’ve even been friendly over the last few years. I don’t like that I can’t quite read this expression when I usually always can.

“What?”

She shakes her head, raising her hands. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit. That’s a something look.”

“What’s that you’re doing with her, Lowell?”

“With who?”

Scout nods toward the table where Macie and Hollis have their heads bent together, discussing whatever it is they’re drawing. They look so cute, and with Macie’s dark hair, they almost look like they could be mother and daughter.

That’s going to be mine someday.

The thought hits me all at once, and I’m taken aback by it.

I know logically, this will be mine someday. But not mine mine.

And the thought that I want it to be terrifies me.

I slide my card toward Scout. “It’s nothing.”

Her brows rise, the corners of her mouth tipping up. “Then my look was nothing too.”

We’re both full of shit, and we both know it.