My Summer Girl

Chapter Twelve

Dulce

Todo De Ti – Rauw Alejandro

I’m still on cloud nine.

Not only did we create a bond that physically tugs at me whenever they’re thinking of me, we had sex. It was the single most intimate moment of my life.

After they came, we went through our normal aftercare routine. Theirs is cuddling and bathing me. Mine is having circles rubbed into my back as they sing me to sleep. This morning, I woke up in their arms, not wanting to go back to work.

Vex doesn’t snore. Their breaths are so gentle and soft that I wondered if they were really like vampires in human myths. Dead but somehow alive.

“You’re staring,” they tease, nipping at my nose. I love how easily they are affectionate with me now. It’s as if the only thing holding us back was ourselves, and now that we’ve crossed that bridge, we can continue to build onto it, creating an entire world for ourselves.

“You’re beautiful,” I admit, staring at their jaw, the way my bite marks are somehow still there. They’re almost like highlighter, shiny and silvery. I trace it with my finger, soothing and claiming all in one.

They’re mine.

“I wish I could capture the image of you staring at me. The look in your eyes undoes me.”

A small smile forms on my lips and heat fills my face. Is this what affection feels like? Subtle loving stares and soft eyes?

“Take a picture,” I taunt, “with that phone you hate so much.”

They growl and bite my cheek. “Cheeky, dove.”

I giggle, my heart feeling all warm as I lean forward to take their mouth with mine. They open for me, gentle and inviting, as if this is the most natural thing we’ve done.

When our lips part, I bite mine, wanting to bottle this feeling forever. “I decided to do a ‘fuck it’ list.”

Humor dances in their eyes. “And pray tell, dove. What does my curious pet want to try?”

“I want to do a scene in the Viewing Room,” I start softly, not wanting to scare them. When they raise a brow like they know there’s more to it, I continue, “And maybe a threesome.”

They let out the silliest puff of air like they’re feigning being wounded. “You or me?” Their question is valid and I already know what they’re asking. Who is being touched? What are our limits?

“I think we should go with what feels right. Always. If you want to fuck them and have me watch and join, I will.”

“What if I don’t want to fuck anyone but you but also want to watch you with them? See your face as you fall apart while they fuck you?” they rasp, the sexiness they emit when desire flies freely filling their tone.

“Then they’ll fuck me as you watch,” I agree without argument. I’d never force Vex in any sexual situation they’re uncomfortable with. The thought of being in a sandwich with Vex, however, no matter the toppings, is exactly what the cosmos sounds like. “If you only ever want to fuck me, I’m okay with that too.”

“You’re perfection,” they say, their tone reverent. Their fingers trail up my throat, touching my jaw and then landing where they bit me. “You’re mine.”

I touch their mark too. “Are these permanent?”

Their eyes try to see what I’m showing but they can’t bend that way. They move my jaw. “These mate marks are forever. We’re bound.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Eyes twinkling with mischief, they bite at my fingers. “Careful, dove. You’re giving me an ego boost.”

A chuckle slips from me. “Like it could get any more inflated.”

They grab their chest. “I’ll have you know... it isn’t inflated. It’s all natural.”

I stick out my tongue and rise, feeling all the aches in my body gone somehow. A part of me wants to ask if that’s because of the blood sharing, but as my phone buzzes, breaking my attention from them, I forget about it.

“It’s been buzzing all morning,” Vex tells me, standing in all their naked glory. Unable to help my wandering and appreciative gaze, I can’t look away from the marvel that’s their body. Between their piercings I didn’t know they had and all the tattoos that trace every inch of their skin, I’m in awe.

They glide over to me, closing my jaw with a smirk. “Better keep it closed, love. Might need to fill it if you leave it open.”

“Would you?”

“Let you suck my cock?” they press. I swallow, my throat suddenly dry at the fantasy fueling my brain.

“Let me...” I trail off, feeling the heat warm my face and throat. “Warm you in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” they rasp, closing their eyes. “Yes, sweet dove. I’ll let you suckle me any time.” They grip my jaw, eyes honed in on me. “Maybe even when I’m working on new event setups. You’ll sit at my feet and suckle me, hmm?”

I whimper, unable to sate the newest need I have. “Please.”

It’s one word, and still, it has them biting their fist. “Stop giving me ideas when we need to get to work.” They drop their hand, leave a chaste kiss to my cheek, and head over to their armoire, grabbing clothing and buttoning up their dress shirt.

They grab a silky one, placing it over my shoulders, kissing each one before covering it. Their fingers trace over each button as they do them up.

“I couldn’t imagine a more tempting sight than you in my clothing, dove. Breathtaking.”

Heat floods my face and has the warmest sensation sinking into my bones. “Better check your phone.”

I do.

Regret festers beneath my skin.

There’s a million messages and missed calls from Paloma—my boss—and my sister Di.

“Guess that discussion about quitting my job needs to happen,” I grumble, closing my eyes. They tilt my chin and reach down, bringing our lips together.

“If you quit—give in to this ‘fuck it’ list—I’ll make tonight very satisfying for that list.”

I go to object, not sure if I’m ready to add a third to our party when we’ve only just bonded. It has to feel right. The tug must be there for me to be able to connect and share Vex. To share myself too.

“Not that,” they immediately assuage, their thumb dragging across my bottom lip. “The Viewing Room. It’s ours tonight.”

“Guess I’ve got a date with death.”

“Don’t think your brother likes to be called a grim reaper.”

I laugh, but it comes out obnoxiously like a yell, while I think of Val and his black attire. “I meant my boss, but that’s pretty accurate.”

They swat my ass and hand me my port-path necklace that somehow got removed in the shuffle last night. “Off you go, dove. Be free.”

My heart hammers, both fear and excitement battling for the heartbeat in my chest.

It’s time for a new chapter.