More Than Her

I laughed. "I know. I'm getting in the shower now." I leaned forward on the bed to kiss her.

She squealed. "No! Shower first." Then she looked up at me. "Whoa. You run shirtless?"

I nodded.

"All the time?"

"Not when I start off, but after a while, yes. Why?"

"Don't do that anymore," she deadpa

I laughed once. "What? Why?"

"I mean it, Logan." She capped her nail polish and put it on the nightstand. "That shit you're selling," she pointed up and down my body, "it's not for sale anymore. I own it. And I say it's for my eyes only."

I had to laugh. "Are you kidding me right now? You own me?"

"Problem?" She raised her eyebrows.

I dropped my shorts and walked into the bathroom. I heard her moan. "No problem at all, babe, but it goes both ways. Remember that."

***

I walked out of the shower and put on a pair of sweatpants. She had both earphones in now, reading a book on her e-reader. I don't think she heard me come out because she laughed quietly, her eyes never leaving the book. She shook her head, "Reid Knox," she whispered. "You hot piece of alpha male asshole."

"What?" I said, loud enough for her to hear.

She looked up and gasped, then slowly pulled her earphones out.

"Uh..." she stammered.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Just..."

I waited.

"Lucy told me to read this book, and it's..."

I waited.

Then she laughed, "Baby," she cooed, "you're better than all the book boyfriends in all the world. Promise." She was all out laughing now.

"What's fu

"Just that you're insecure or jealous over a fictional character."

I rolled my eyes. "Cameron says Lucy reads dirty shit. Do you?"

"Yup," she said, almost proudly.

I turned around to face her, surprised "Really?"

"Yup," she repeated.

"Huh. You ever want to re-enact some of those scenes you let me know." I was only half joking.

"Actually," she whispered, moving so she was lying with her head on the pillow. Her knees bent. She motioned with her finger for me to join her, spreading her legs as she did. I swallowed, and moved up in between her legs. I was already sporting a semi caused by my imagination. Her arms went around my neck, bringing me into her. Then she kissed me. Her tongue didn't bother asking for permission. Her hips pumped up to me; I was hard as all hell. Her hands moved from my hair, down my bare back and into my pants. "Mm," she moaned. Her mouth left mine and made their way down my jaw, my neck and only my shoulder, back up and into my ear, "I read this book once," she whispered, her hips raised and rubbing my hard-on. I started pushing into her, harder.

"Yeah?" I managed to get out.

"Mm-hmm—mm, baby." She started moving faster, her body squirming on the bed. Her hands on my ass squeezed. "This guy...uh..his...girlfriend..." she panted.

"Mm?" I asked, thrusting into her now. Her hands moved further down my ass.

"...fingered his asshole."

I don't even know what happened next but I was up and against the wall adjusting my dick in less than second.

"That's fucked," I spat out.

She threw her head back in laughter.

"I'm not fucking kidding, Amanda."

She laughed harder, coming up to a sitting position. She held the sides of her stomach from the pain of laughing so hard.

"It's not fucking fu

She was wiping tears now.

I shook my head at her. "Are you done?"

She tried to contain it, holding one finger up at me to wait. Her breathing started to slow and her laughs became sporadic. After five minutes, she finally spoke, "So what did you have to tell me?"

I sat back down on the edge of the bed. She sat with me. "It's my birthday today."

She gasped loudly, almost too loudly. I turned to face her. She was fucking with me. "You knew didn't you?"

She nodded. "Yep. I was wondering when you'd tell me." She came to a stand between my legs. Her arms went around my shoulders. "How come you didn't say anything?"

I shrugged. "Not really a day to celebrate, you know, with my parents and all."

She leaned down and kissed me slowly. I held her closer to me. She pulled away and moved the hair away from my face, and then she smiled. "We're making new memories, remember?"

"Right," I agreed. "And you're my favorite one."

She sighed. "I wish I could tell you how I feel about you."

"You don't need to tell me. I know."

"You do?"

"Of course." I picked up her hand to kiss her wrist but she quickly pulled it away.

"I got you something!" she said, excited. She leaned over me and felt under the bed on the opposite side. "Here it is!" Then she came back to stand. "Okay," she breathed out. "It's small, and stupid, and I think about it now and I don't even want to give it to you. Maybe I'll just—" she started to pull it away.

"No." I grabbed it from her hands. "You got me something?"

"Yeah—but it's stupid." A blush crept to her cheeks.

I smiled. "Babe, I'm sure I'll love it."

"Fine," she sighed out. She sat on one of my legs, so I could unwrap it. "It's dumb," she said, as if she was warning me.

A plain white box was underneath the wrapping. I glanced at her quickly before lifting the lid.

A stethoscope.

My eyes snapped to hers.

"See? Stupid," she said.

"No, baby, not stupid at all. I just – I mean this is amazing."

"You like it?" She asked, unsure of herself. She bit her lip anxiously.

I picked it up and placed the empty box next to me. "Of course I like it."

She took it from my hands. "I got your name engraved on it, see?"

I looked down. Dr. L. Matthews was engraved in the middle. "This is amazing. Thank you."

I tried to act cool. As if all she was doing was giving me a gift. But that's not all it was. Not to me. Not at all.

I loved her.

I opened my mouth to tell her.

"I figured you'd need one soon," she spoke, interrupting me. "This can be your first one. It's not the best, I couldn't afford anything amazing but the research I did said that this is the one most doctors start off with. I hope it is. I hope I did okay."

"You did better than okay."

She smiled huge. "Good!" She kissed me once. "Now we gotta get ready!

***

"Whuu." A sound got stuck in my throat. I think I stopped breathing. My jaw dropped to the floor, my eyes moved down to her legs. My dick went up at the site of her. "Holy shit," I breathed out. I don't think I'd ever seen her look so fucking hot before. She was wearing the shortest dress I'd ever seen, it clung to her ass and left nothing to the imagination. The sleeves were long, loose, but buttoned up at the ends. It had no back. At all. And the front dipped between her tits down to her navel. I don't even know how it was holding up. "You can't leave the house looking like that."