Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

I scowl up at him. He smiles.
Patting his pockets, Ren checks for his wallet and phone, pulls out his keys.
With one last kiss to my cheek, he turns away and strolls out of the room,
looking all sexy hockey player in his after-game suit.
“Just text me brand and size. And get comfy!” he yells from the hallway.
“You’re allowed out to grab a bag of root beer gummies, but I swear if you’re
anywhere other than in my bed when I get back, Francesca, you’ll be in big
trouble.”
I want to tell him where he can shove his high-handed directives, but don’t
you know, instead I find myself silently, happily snuggled in his bed, a sunshine
grin warming my face.
NOT THAT I’M SURPRISED BY MY SHIT LUCK, BUT I WOULD GET MY PERIOD RIGHT
when it seemed like Ren was going to quit torturing me and finally let me get
under him. Another week—because my periods are assholes—of cruel celibacy.
Okay, maybe not celibacy. He made me come last night just from teasing my
nipples while doing this thing with a vibrator—
“Frankie?”
I jerk from my seat in the car. “Huh?”
Ren’s mouth tips in a grin but his eyes stay pinned on the road. “You didn’t
hear a word I just said, did you?”
“Nope. Sorry.” I take a slow, calming breath. “Didn’t mean to zone out. I
was daydreaming.”
He squeezes my leg gently. “You don’t need to be sorry. I didn’t know your
thoughts were elsewhere.”
“‘Elsewhere’ makes me sound very philosophical, when really I was just
picturing new variations on mutual non-penetrative pleasure, and how much I
really want you to bend me over the sofa, then—”
“Frankie.” Ren’s voice is strangled. “I’m going to be walking into practice
with a…” He gestures to his groin and a pronounced erection.
“I’m sorry.” I bang my head on the headrest and sigh. “I’m just frustrated. I
hate periods.”
“I said, I didn’t—”
“No.” I lift a silencing hand. “Absolutely not. No way were you losing your
V-card to me while I’m riding the crimson tide. Noooope.”
“It’s not like I’ll be swapping tales with the guys over a pint. It’ll be private