A Fresh Ending

Chapter 12

(Steve's POV)

I couldn't believe Y/N had bared herself so easily to me that night. Allowed me to touch her in ways I had a feeling no man ever had. She gave that body over to me in ways that I never believed she would. Sure it wasn't the way I wanted, but there was time for that. I needed to get to know her better than just physically. If I was being honest, part of me was frightened because she would want the same. It was only fair to share all aspects of my life as well. My sweet girl knew about my lifestyle, but she had to have questions.

That would all have to happen another day. Today I needed to focus on getting back to work. My basement was empty, and my clients had been waiting some time for fresh meat. I apologized for the lack of shipments, sharing a few details on what I endured. I understood if they wanted to leave and find another supplier, but I was the best, according to many. Finding a supplier for this type of work is a bit difficult.

The first thing I needed to do was find meat. I needed girls. I needed a lot of girls. I sat in a nearby coffee shop, trying to find a target. No one caught my eye. I groaned in frustration, trying to figure out why this seemed so hard. In all my years of doing this, finding product came easy. Since the incident with Noa, I needed to be a bit cautious. I didn't have Ann vetting the women before I picked them up. I'm sure Y/N wouldn't take over Ann's position. My sweet girl was beginning to love me for me, so pulling her into this part of my life was not the right move.

Heading back to the house empty-handed wasn't what I wanted either, but by late afternoon frustration took over. I placed a tip on the table, deciding to head home. I needed to regroup and come up with another plan to get product. I didn't have to be the one going after the girls, but I felt like I was better suited. Maybe the sweet girl waiting at home made it harder for me to concentrate. I didn't want any girl but Y/N. Picking up and manipulating women to date me didn't give me the same feeling as it used to.

Returning home, I found my sweet girl sitting in front of the fireplace, dressed in light pink sweats, hair pulled back loosely in a bun. Her cheeks flushed from the heat of the fire, and attention focused on the book in her nimble fingers. I smiled played on my face as I quietly entered the house to not to disturb the woman. I placed myself on the couch next to her, pulling her attention to me.

"Hi," she smiled, closing her book.

"Hi," I responded, taking the book from her hand and placing it on the ottoman in front of us.

"Did you have a good day?" Y/N questioned, turning that sweet little body towards mine.

I shrugged, "Not really, but it's better because I'm here with you."

A blush crept onto her cheeks, "I missed you today."

"Well, it's good coming home to you," I admitted, cupping her face, kissing her cheek, then her lips.

A small moan vibrated against my lips, making me pull her body over mine. I combed my fingers through her loose hair as she straddled my hips, relishing that my sweet girl felt comfortable enough to explore her sexuality in these moments. I yanked a bit on her hair, pulling her back to move my lips to her neck.

"Steve," she whimpered as her nails dug into my shoulders.

Hearing my name roll off her tongue caused all the blood to rush to my cock, "FUCK!" I moaned out, pulling away to look at her. She gazed back at me with flushed cheeks from me this time and her hair falling out of the bun on her head. "We need to stop." I hated myself for speaking those words.

"I am sorry. Did I hurt you?" Y/N asked, leaning back and gazing down at my crotch.

My cock twitched inside my slacks, hearing her sweet voice concerned about my well-being. "I'm fine, my sweet girl. I need to cool down."