Three Little Words

“I’ve also been thinking about how quickly we’re moving,” she said at last. “In the relationship department. I like it, but… it scares me a little too.”

“I know what you mean.”

“And I’ve been thinking about my beliefs, especially since you gave me the cross. Then I think about the lingerie and sleeping with you, and how

much I enjoy it. And I guess I feel like two different people sometimes. One of them is this good girl who’s pure and innocent. The other is a bad girl who wants to do naughty things. I know it isn’t that simple, but I guess part of me wants it to be.”

“Believe me, I understand.”

“I know. That’s why I told you what I’m thinking. You never make fun of me for being so messed up in the head.”

“You aren’t messed up. You’re just human. And complicated.” I chuckled softly. “Just like me. A mess of contradictions and confusion.”

“You always make me feel better.”

“That’s my job.”

“You’re very good at it. Thank you.”

I kissed her temple. “You’re welcome.”

“And thanks for not making me feel dirty when we… you know.”

“I won’t ever make you feel dirty about sex. It’s in my best interest to make you feel good and enjoy it. If you do, you’ll want to do it again… and again and again.”

“And again and again and again,” she added with a small laugh. Then she looked up at me. “Can you really do it that many times? In one night?”

“Wait and see,” I said with a roguish grin. Then I kissed her full on the mouth. She sighed and surrendered herself.

“Mmm,” she said afterward. “You make it so easy to be naughty.”

“All part of my nefarious plan. One minute you’re pure and innocent, the next you’re part of an orgy with a half-dozen people.”

“Oh my gosh!” She searched my expression. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”

“Wait and see.”

“You’re terrible. I thought you were serious.”

“You never know,” I said. “But don’t worry. We won’t have any orgies until I’ve had a chance to fuck you myself.”

Her eyes widened.

“Yeah, so you’re safe for a while.”

“Safe forever as long as I keep telling you no. At least till our wedding night.”

“That’s what you think. But you know it’s gonna happen long before then.”

“What’s gonna happen?” she taunted.

“You know.” I kissed her. “I’m going to spread your legs, get your pussy nice and hot and slippery, and slide every inch of my cock into you. I’m going to pound your little box until I fill it.”

She whimpered.

“Then I’m going to fuck you again and shoot another load inside you.

After that, I’ll make you suck my cock until I’m hard again. You can ride me until you come, and I’ll fill you with a third load.” I kissed her again and she leaned into me. “And that’s just the first hour,” I added softly. “Imagine a whole night of that.”

She sighed with barely suppressed desire. “Yes, please.”

“When you’re ready. All you have to do is ask.”

“Ugh! Why’d you have to spoil it? You know what I want!”

“Uh-huh. But—”

“I know. You don’t want another Kendall. I get it.” She grimaced.

“Sometimes I really don’t like you.”

“Sorry,” I said unrepentantly.

She tried a pout, but that didn’t work either, so she did her attitude-adjustment trick. “Tell me again what you’re going to do.”

I described a recurring fantasy, one where I tied her to the bed and had my way with her.

“Oh my gosh.” Her cheeks had turned pink from the heat, and she squirmed in my lap with even more heat between her legs.

I let her imagination run wild for a few moments before I said, “We’d better head inside.”

“Do we have to?”

“Yeah, sorry. If we don’t, I’m going to throw you into the back and fuck you for real. Call me a romantic, but I really don’t want our first time to be in the back seat of a ’72 Toyota.”

She laughed. “Me neither.”

“At least we agree on that.” I pretended to think about it. “Actually, we agree on pretty much everything. You just don’t know it yet.”

“Excuse me?”

“You said it yourself, I make it easy for you to be naughty.”

“You can say that again!”

“I make it easy for you to be naughty.”

She rolled her eyes but kissed me anyway.

“Okay,” I said at last, “back seat or inside.”

“I dunno, the back seat looks pretty comfy. Or…,” she hesitated, “you could tie me to the bed.”

“Don’t tempt me.” I patted her bottom and gently slid her off my lap.

“Now come on, Little Bit. Let’s get a move on.”

“Yes, sir.”

Erin spoke up during dinner. “Um, hey… is it okay if I invite Leah and Mark to come over tonight?”

Mom’s brow furrowed. “Are you talking to me or Paul and Christy?”

“You.”

“Fine by me,” she said.

“I’d better explain first,” Erin said. “Mark said he’ll bring the stuff to make B-52s. Those’re shots, by the way. Alcohol, not planes.”

“We know,” Dad said with a laugh. “We aren’t complete squares.”

“Yeah, sorry. Anyway,” she continued, “I figure if we’re going to be drinking, you won’t want them to drive home. So, if they come over—and that’s a big ‘if,’ since I want to make sure it’s okay with Christy and Paul too

—I was going to ask them to spend the night. But I wanted to clear it with you first.

“I mean, we could surprise you with the overnight part,” she explained,