When Sky Breaks: Burn & Break Duet Book 2

42. August

Nothing stopsme from propelling off the couch and following behind Sky.

Except Winter.

She whines once I get up, thinking it’s time to play, and I have to wrestle the chewy toy from her mouth and toss it down the hall so she’d chase it out of the living room. Then I have to do it all over again because I feel bad about shutting her out of the bedroom where I plan to do very naughty things to her new friend.

Out of breath, I finally make it to the closed bathroom door, where I hear running water behind it. “Sky?”

“Come in.”

Swallowing, I enter and stumble over my feet.

Sky lounges in my garden bathtub, bubbles and water lapping at her chest as it rises. I get a small glimpse of a wet and shiny nipple before it disappears under the water. Her hands glide back and forth, making waves, but it’s her face that gets me.

She’s gazing at me with a mischief and boldness I missed so badly from her. The carefree and enthusiastic side of her is magnetic. It draws me further into the room.

“You sure got a big bathtub here.”

“Is that an invitation, Shortcake?” I cross my arms and try to ignore the press of my dick against the front of my sweats.

“A thinly veiled demand. Take off your clothes.” Her voice is full of smoke.

Goddamn.

She was gorgeous at eighteen. She’s fucking sexy as hell at twenty-three. The rules are different now.

She shifts and exposes her breasts again, along with a tiny peek of her apple tattoo spanning her ribcage. Those slippery things bob and I clench my fists before I dive into that damn bathtub. The sound I utter makes her grin.

“Are you sure? There’s no going back if I join you in that bathtub. I won’t be able to hold back. It’s you and me forever after this.”

She turns the water off and leans against the back of the tub. Her toes, manicured in pink polish, peek out of the bubbles as she rests them on the edge. “You and me forever, huh? It feels right when you say it like that.”

In one motion, I peel my shirt off and toss it to the ground before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats, my cock pressing insistently through the fabric.

Before I go further, I hesitate, flicking my eyes to hers. She’s not watching my hands—her baby blues are on my face.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Nothing, everything is perfect. I just. I have to tell you something.”

Her nod is small, and I swallow the jagged lump in my throat. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

Her brows raise before they soften. “Me either.”

“You mean you never…?”

She lifts her head and shakes it, shifting to the side of the tub where I stand, my back as rigid as my cock. “No. I couldn’t. Not with him, not with anyone.”

Suddenly, I’m as shy as the virgin I was when we were younger.

Sky reaches out, and with a slight, shaky bob of my head, I help her peel down my sweats until they’re pooled at my feet.

I’m naked, hard as stone, and aching to connect with her on this level again. It’s been five years of intense longing and enormous regrets. I’m ready to wash it all away.

“Come here. Let me take care of you,” she says, her voice husky with need.

“I think that’s my job,” I rasp as she pulls me forward by my hand, looking me up and down with fire in her eyes.

“Not this time.”

On trembling legs, I climb in and she makes me turn until I’m clutching the edge of the tub while on my knees, the porcelain slipping beneath my slick palms. Her fingers dance up my spine, and I bow on instinct when they reach my hair, teasing my strands.

Her nipples graze my back, and I stifle another groan as she folds herself around me, the warm water lapping just under my hips.

Droplets drip from her fingers to my shoulder as she grips my chin and pulls my head to the side. “Trust me?”

My nod is instant and eager.

She smiles, her eyes glittering, and whispers, “Then close your eyes and don’t let go of the tub.”

Breaths ragged, I shut my eyes as her wet hair tickles my cheek. Her lips meet mine in a slow kiss and her hand leaves my chin. It sweeps around my chest, dragging down my stomach, her nails scoring shallow trails along my skin. Bubbles pop and fizz, but nothing makes me feel more alive than her hands on my body. Her tongue presses into my mouth just as her fingertips graze the tip of my cock, and I buck, gripping the edge of the tub until my knuckles are surely white. She holds all the power as she deepens the kiss and encases me with her fist. An unholy whimper desperately escapes my throat.

“I got you,” she whispers, and I chase those words, delving my tongue in her mouth with heady licks as she strokes me from base to tip, her other hand threading tightly through my hair.

“Fucking hell, this feels good.” I pant as she squeezes and rolls her thumb over the head, my chest heaving and fingers aching with the need to touch her.

She shivers and presses further into my back, moving her kisses to my jaw and ear, then my neck, each sensation bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re such a good boy, August.”

Fuck me.

A growl of approval reverberates in my chest when she drags her other hand down my chest to use both on me, her lips pressed to my skin, the harsh breaths echoing off my spine as she works my cock. I thrust into her fists, clenching my jaw as pleasure spikes.

“Sky, I—fucking hell. I need you. Now. I don’t want to come like this. I want to come inside you.” I wheeze through another glorious tug, stars shimmering behind my eyes. “Please. Oh fuck, baby, please let me.”

She hears my desperate plea and releases her hands, her fingernails skating along my abs to my chest before leaving me completely. I lean my head down and take in gulps of air to stop from blowing all over the side of the tub.

Throbbing and aching, I turn and sit, my knees poking out of the water. I try to control my breathing as she kneels in front of me, breathtakingly beautiful. The heat from the water pinks her cheeks, and her skin is slick with sweat and mist, bubbles sliding down the swells of her breasts and the peaks of her nipples.

Gripping the sides of the tub, I ground out, “I’m having trouble concentrating when you look at me like that.”

She shifts in the tub, pulls the plug, and moves to straddle my lap. I hiss when my cock brushes against her naked cunt. It pulses, and I have to remember to breathe, so I don’t fucking come right now.

“August?”

“Mm?” I say with my eyes closed, just barely able to sit there and not thrust up into her.

She makes contact, and I grunt and jerk, the sensations overwhelming. But I’ll wait. I’ll wait forever if I have to. This isn’t about me, it’s about her, and I refuse to take advantage. We’ve come so far.

Sky lowers another fraction of an inch. I catch the back of her neck and squeeze my fingers up into her wet hair. It’s a torture of the best kind.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks.

My eyes spring open. Hers are bright and honest as she hovers, the heat from her body incinerating me.

“I’ve wanted you my whole life. My body and soul are literally begging for you, Shortcake. But I don’t have condoms. I haven’t needed them, never had the desire to be with anyone else. The way I took you the last time, bare and reckless, ate at me. I took away your choice, and I fucking hated myself for it.”

She softens and lowers, my dick straining to connect to her wet heat. I pant and grip the side of the tub.

“We were both stupid then, but I was on birth control, and I still am.” Her lips meet my ear and goosebumps tumble down my spine. “If you want me, you can take me.”

A second later, I roughly snare her mouth and palm her hips, shoving her down on my cock, swallowing her loud moan as I fill her all the way to the hilt.

She’s hot and wet and perfect as she wraps her knees around my waist. I savor the feel of her body. Her silky thighs hold me tight, and her fucking hot cunt strangles me. My eyes roll back as she begins a steady rock of her hips, sending any remaining water up the sides of the tub as it drains, leaving our feverish skin cool.

“Fuck. Goddammit. You’re perfect.” My breaths are harsh, and I pull her close, her nipples grazing my chest.

Her fingers in my hair and around my neck, as we kiss, drives my need higher. I can’t get enough—will never get enough. I flex and grip her hips, guiding her back and forth, needing her to orgasm all over me.

She moans and swirls her tongue around mine, each swipe sending pulses of heat down my spine. Despite my immense need for release, I’m holding out for her, wanting to get her there first.

“Sky, you’re so beautiful, you—you’re gonna make me come so hard.” Another keen of pleasure from her almost tips me over, but I grit my teeth, my hands slipping over her skin.

“I’m almost there, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she chants against my lips.

I shove my hand in between us and find her clit, rubbing my thumb in sweeping circles, feeling her first spasms.

Together, we fall apart, just like all the times before. We’re so in tune; we know when and how to push and pull like the tides of the moon.

Sky clenches and digs her knees into my sides as her pussy contracts. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and I cling to her mouth desperately, frantically, as I spill inside her.

We rock slowly, wringing out every bit of our climaxes before slumping into each other in the cold tub.

I kiss her forehead, her temple, her cheeks, trying to memorize this moment for the rest of my life.

She was my first. My first love, my first of everything.

I vow to be her last.