39. Chapter Thirty Eight
Chapter Thirty Eight
I find Blaise in his bedroom, jacket and shoes off, as he sprawls out on the bed.
"Hi," I mutter fondly, entering the room and closing the door behind me.
He looks up, a smile breaking across his face. "I thought you might have gotten lost," he laughs.
I shake my head. "I'm definitely not lost anymore."
Blaise looks at me curiously but I just smile back at him, putting my purse on the computer desk. I notice two glasses of champagne in front of the computer, and when he catches me staring at them, he stands up, walking over.
"I thought we could have a drink," he says, picking the two glasses up. He hands me one, which I take, before he clinks my glass.
I tilt my head, confused. "What are we toasting to?"
He smiles at me, eyes sparkling. "To the new couple."
"Alfie and Lauren?" I laugh.
"No," he replies quickly. "To us."
My lips part at his words. "To our fake relationship?" I ask sheepishly.
Blaise's jaw twitches as he considers his words. "I don't want to have a fake relationship with you."
"Oh," I mutter, feeling a sharp sting in my chest. "That's okay. It was silly of me to blurt it out."
He reaches up with his free hand, cupping the side of my face. "Sky," he murmurs. "I want you. There's nothing fake about us."
"What?" I gape at him.
"I'm in love with you," he muses, eyes scanning my face for my reaction. "I have been for a while now."
I freeze, trying to process his words.
He loves me…
My best friend loves me.
"Say something," he whispers, a slight look of panic in his eyes.
Shaking my head, I put my glass down on the computer desk, hands shaking. "Blaise… are you sure?" I ask wearily, a moment of self-doubt filling me.
He puts his glass down next to mine, grabbing my face with both hands now. "Sky, you're my stars in the night sky. My little sin. I love seeing you every day, waking up to find you there. I love working with you, and going to sleep knowing you're in the house with me. I love eating pizza with you and watching movies. Seeing your face when you try to hide behind a pillow when there's gore on the screen. The way you scrunch your nose up when you take a shot of tequila or are deep in thought. I love you."
My gaze flicks between his eyes a few times before I lean forward, smashing my lips into his. He's caught off-guard, stumbling slightly as I press myself against him. Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses me back, my heart exploding with an inferno, burning every single past scar that lies inside of me. And when they turn to ash, he's like a tornado, blowing the small pieces away so that all that remains is him.
Blaise moves back with me, his knees hitting the bed. He falls onto the mattress, pulling me with him, our mouths still attached.
Rolling us over, he leans over me, hands in my hair as he heatedly kisses me. My fingers reach for his shirt, slowly undoing the buttons one by one as he places gentle kisses along my neck. My hand slips behind his neck, removing the bowtie before I let it fall next to us.
Kissing down my chest, he runs his hands along the side of my dress as he slips lower to the end of the bed. Grabbing my feet, he takes his time loosening the straps of my heels, slipping them off my feet. Carefully, he puts them on the ground, hand sliding up my calf under my dress.
When he's hovering over me again, his arm snakes under my back, rolling us again so I'm on top of him. I feel his hands tug at the lace straps at the back of my dress, slowly untying them. Grabbing my shoulder straps, he gently pushes them down my arms, and I help him, slipping my arms out. The dress hangs loosely on my frame, and suddenly, I'm on my back again. Blaise delicately grabs the bodice of my dress, pulling it down my body.
My heart races as my breasts become visible, then my stomach, leaving me in just my matching light blue panties. The dress slides off the bed onto the floor, but neither of us pay it any mind as warm kisses trail a blaze up my legs.
His mouth finds mine again and I push his open shirt off him, hands fumbling for his trousers. I unbutton them, pulling the zipper down as he helps me push them off.
The two of us are left only in our underwear, bodies pressed together as we kiss ardently.
I'm not scared… or embarrassed.
I feel completely at ease with him, our bodies so familiar already that it's like this was always where we were meant to end up. It's as if our minds and bodies work together in tune, reading the other perfectly.
Blaise's hand strokes my thigh, brushing against my panties. I push my hips into his hand, letting him know I want him too. He smiles against my lips, hand reaching inside the material to caress my skin. His finger traces my slit slowly, lips on mine, before he pushes further inside.
When he enters me with his finger, my breath stammers, a small moan escaping. He smiles against my mouth, gently adding another finger.
The world disappears again, and I'm completely focused on him, his movements sending waves of pleasure toward my body. He curls his fingers, pressing into my g-spot which sends me flying into him, my back arching off the bed.
His thumb circles and presses against my clit as his other fingers rub the sweet spot, concomitantly sliding in and out.
My eyes squeeze shut as I feel my climax approaching, and I grab his arms, nails digging in slightly as I brace myself.
"You're safe with me," he whispers against my cheek. "Let it out."
The words tug at me, my world falling apart as the seams of my broken heart rip open. I cry out, body trembling as I fall over the edge.
I thought I was broken. But turns out I just hadn't found the right person to fix me.
Sometimes we need to break before we can be rebuilt.
When I stop shaking, I reach for his boxer briefs, pushing them over his ass. He kicks them off, resuming his place between my legs as he kisses me again.
I hook a leg over his back, pulling him as close to me as possible. I feel his cock pushing into my leg, and I reach down, wrapping my fingers around him.
He feels perfect.
Stroking him a few times, he groans into my mouth and I guide him towards my entrance, desperate to feel him. He reaches down, his hand joining mine, and together we line him up as he starts pushing inside of me.
Slowly, he fills me, the air vacating my lungs as I feel him consume me in every way possible. He fits perfectly, like we were made for each other.
Blaise grabs my face, pulling back from our kiss to look me in the eye. He's buried in me completely, not moving, as he takes the moment in.
I stare back at him, eyes heavy with pleasure. "I love you too," I breathe out, watching as his eyes flash brightly.
He lunges forward, kissing me again fiercely, his hips moving as he starts rocking in and out.
The two of us move together, hands threaded by my head as we make love.
We can't get enough of each other, my body no longer needing air so long as I have him. Sweat coats our bodies, and I feel my stomach start to tighten again.
I don't need to tell him — he knows.
Just like he knows everything about me.
It's perfect, both of us finding our climax at the same time, little moans and growls of pleasure mixed together as we fall over the cliff, holding each other tight.
As we come down from our high, we still refuse to let go, Blaise not leaving my body. He holds me, whispering little confessions and compliments in my ear.
Everything is spinning around me, but for once, I don't fall. I'm pulled to him, stable, like he's the center of gravity. And outside as fireworks go off at 11:59pm, signaling the end of the most magical day, I feel Blaise harden inside of me, and we make love again.
I'm woken up by soft kisses along my face.
Arms are wrapped tightly around my body again and I groan happily, wiggling back into the body behind me.
"Good morning, little sin," Blaise murmurs, kissing my lips as I turn my head toward him.
My eyes slowly open, finding his light brown eyes watching me.
"Good morning," I whisper. "What time is it?"
Blaise shrugs, pressing his lips against my bare shoulder. "Time is irrelevant because you're here with me."
Smiling, I roll over to face him. "What's the plan for today?"
"Hm," he hums, two fingers walking over the curve of my hip. "First, I'm going to make love to you. Then I'll go get some coffee. After that, I believe Mom is organizing a lunch before Alfie and Lauren head off on their honeymoon."
"Oh," I breathe, caught on the first part of the agenda as his fingers grace my side. "Where are they going for their honeymoon?"
"The Bahamas," he says, ducking under the blanket. I let out a squeal as he pushes me onto my back, his hot mouth on my stomach. "And I'm going Down Under."
We finally make it downstairs, fully dressed in casual clothes.
Mackenzie is in the kitchen, pulling out leftovers from our pre-wedding dinner and the wedding food.
"Good morning you two," she says warmly to us as we enter.
"Morning Mom," Blaise answers, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
My hair is still damp from my morning shower and I'm thankful none of them heard us in the bathroom together. Judging by the lack of bodies in the house, most of the guests have left.
"Where is everyone?" I ask, taking a seat at the table.
"Alfie and Lauren are still asleep. The boys are outside packing the car for them. I think most of the bridesmaids have gone home," Mackenzie says, bringing me over some cake. She winks at me, making me laugh.
Cake is almost the answer to everything.
"Do I get cake?" Blaise scoffs playfully.
"Nope," she answers. "It's our special bond."
Blaise looks at me confused, but I shrug, playing coy. He shakes his head, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl next to the microwave.
"We'll head off after lunch," he tells his Mom. "I'll wait until Alfie leaves."
Mackenzie sighs. "And you'll be back soon, right? You can't leave it that long again."
"I promise I'll be back to visit," he says warmly. "Sky as well."
"Good," Mackenzie replies enthusiastically. "Make sure you keep him in line, Skylar. That boy works too much."
Blaise throws his arm up. "She works with me too. In fact, I'm her boss."
"Girlfriend trumps employee," I smirk, and he gives me a sharp look, registering my words.
"That is true," he agrees, grinning at me. "Except during business hours. Remember: no personal stuff at work."
I snort. I think the ship has sailed on that.
I help Mackenzie set up for lunch, before we all wave goodbye to Alfie and Lauren as they drive off. When they are gone, I head back to Blaise's room, packing my stuff. It's strange how much has changed in the last three days. My mind is still struggling to believe it, but I guess life has a funny way of working out.
After promising Mackenzie I would be back, Blaise and I set off back home, the drive a much better one than last time. He holds my hand the entire time, the two of us relaxed as we pass the sign welcoming us to St. Devil's Creek.