Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
CLARK
There are moments in life when a man just knows. Knows when to shoot his shot and when to walk away. When to whisk the girl he’s been low-key obsessed with off and out of the rooftop party that smells like liquor, Drakar, and Giorgio before she changes her mind.
This is that moment.
Rachel’s cheeks are flushed, her green eyes sparkling like she’s drunk and about to kiss me.
She’s still holding onto the same mystery cocktail she’s had for the last two hours, so I know she’s not actually drunk, unless she’s just drunk on me.
Cocky, I know, but I am completely drunk on her, and I have drunk nothing but water all night.
I lean in, close, just not too close to call attention, though no one has a care in the world at this point. I look around, noting my sister must’ve left with that guy she was dry humping on the dance floor.
“You ready to get out of here?” I whisper in Rachel’s ear.
She freezes, for just a moment, long enough for me to start sweating all over again, but then nods at me. Slow and sure, like her thoughts are the same as mine, wanting to relive that kiss over and over again.
“God, yes,” she headily replies. “Your sister left about an hour ago, and I wanted to give her time in the apartment before I get home.”
We leave quickly and hop into the first taxi we find down on the street. One of the good things about NYC is that there’s always a taxi when you need one.
She’s sitting beside me cross-legged, her hair sticking to the side of her face. I try to wipe it away, but with this amount of hairspray she likely put in it, it’s sticking to her face like glue. I chuckle.
This is dangerous. She’s too close, and yet so far.
I give the driver the address to my apartment, which is in the opposite direction from the girls, and Rachel’s neck snaps so fast that she could have broken it.
“What?” she screeches. Yes, screeches, my ears are probably bleeding.
“I’m not going to let you walk into my sister's sexual antics.” I laugh. Being close to my sister is both good and bad. She tells me of her exploits, and if she weren’t my sister, I’d be intrigued, not grossed the fuck out.
“I’m used to it.” Rachel shrugs. “I just lock myself in my room and blast the radio.”
“Hell no,” I reply. “Not tonight.”
She looks at me, and I shrug. I’m not letting her go there. Tonight is my last night with her, at least for the near future, and I don’t want to leave her side. Although nothing can happen, just having her in my presence is enough for me.
“We can’t do this,” she whispers, tears bubbling in her eyes, and I feel bad.
“I just want to spend time with you before I leave,” I tell her honestly. “I leave for Berkley in two days, just give me tonight. Nothing is going to happen, I just want to be present with you.”
I know she hears the sincerity in my voice and nods her head. She’s chewing on her lip, and I want so much to be her teeth right now, tasting her again, but I refrain.
The seven-minute cab ride feels like hours when we finally arrive at my apartment.
I pay the driver and let us both out. Digging in my pocket, I grab my keys to the front door.
My hand on the small of her back, I lead her up the three flights it takes to get to my door.
We’re both a bit breathless when we get there, but I don’t think it's from the stairs. The electric charge in the air says it’s so much more than that.
I unlock my door and guide her inside. As I place my keys on the table next to the door, I hear her take deep breaths. I lock the deadbolt on the door, then turn to look at her. She’s looking at me, and her breathing becomes more labored by the second.
She looks at me. Eyes searching, determining. I see when she breaks her resolve, it’s like a switch goes off, and I’m gone.
I cross the threshold in two long strides and kiss her like I’ve wanted to since I was fifteen.
She melts into me like she’s been waiting for the same thing all this time.
There’s nothing easy about it, no slow kisses, no romantic buildup.
This is the kind of kiss that lives in your bloodstream and sets off fire alarms.
I press her against the wall, none too gently. My hands go to her waist, and I lift her. She pulls me closer, deeper into her. Her fingers dive into my hair, and she pulls my face ever closer to hers.
I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. “This isn’t what I intended.” I have to let her know I wasn’t expecting this, though I’m not regretting one moment of having her in my arms.
She grins at me and pulls my face back to hers. “One night, no regrets.”
“I don’t know if that’s going to be possible, but I won’t say no. Not tonight,” I reply and pull her closer to me once again.
That earns me a little moan, the kind that should be illegal to hear if we weren’t starring in a porno.
My hands find their way to the hem of her shirt, and I tug, asking for permission to take it off.
She lifts her arms, granting it to me. Her breasts are on full display, and I take the heavy lobes into my hands.
I’ve always loved the size of her tits. There were many a night a figment of my dreams, and now, here I am holding them in my hands.
They’re perfect, soft, smooth, and right now, all mine.
I bend down and grab one of her rosy nipples between my teeth.
She moans once again, making my already hard dick even harder.
At one point, she tries to get my shirt off and accidentally elbows me in the face. I laugh and rip it off myself and let out a moan of my own as she trails her lips down my pecs, over my nipples, and down my abdomen. I halt her in her exploration.
“Not here,” I tell her, and lift her in my arms. I carry her, honeymoon style, into my bedroom and kick the door closed with my foot.
When I finally get her on my bed, her long auburn hair spread across my pillow, I pause.
Just for a moment. Because this isn’t just a one-night stand.
This is Rachel. It’s the girl who has been a constant in my life for so long that I almost forgot to see her as anything other than my sister’s best friend.
Now, looking down at her, I see everything. All of her. Her heart, her soul, her body, and her mind. And I’m in complete awe.
“You sure?” I ask as I attempt once again to remove her hair from her angelic face.
She nods. “Yes, I couldn’t be surer. Are you?”
“No,” I admit, “but that’s not going to stop me now.”
Then, I kiss her again, slower this time. I want her to feel exactly what this means to me. Exactly what she means to me.
Her fingers tighten against my shoulders, grounding me, pulling me in closer to her, knowing I’m one breath away from spiraling into all the things I’ve never said.
The tension between us tightens, the electricity hums, years of shared glances, unfinished conversations, and the almost that never quite happened.
Rachel pulls back just enough for us to look into each other’s eyes. Her soul is unguarded, “Just be here, in the moment, with me,” she whispers, "It's just us, tonight, no one else exists.”
“It’s always been you,” I murmur, brushing her cheek with the back of my hand, “always you.”
Her smile is small, but real, and there and then, I dive back in. No regrets.
I devour her lips, relish in her taste. My hands knead her willing breasts, my dick hardens to steel, harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Neither one of us is a virgin; we’ve both had our share of trysts, but this, right here, is so much more.
As I kiss down her neck, then her breasts, I hear her moaning a prayer, thanking an entity we both know has nothing to do with this.
When I get to her shorts, I look up, seeking permission I already know I have.
She nods at my unspoken question. I unbutton each button slowly, methodically.
These shorts may be the death of me with the amount of buttons it has, but still, I take my time and relish in each deep breath she takes as one comes undone.
When I’ve finally completed my task, I slowly peel the shorts down her legs.
The scent of her arousal hits my nose, and it takes all the willpower I have not to rip them off quickly.
But Rachel deserves more than that. She deserves it all.
When I finally get them off, I see the little scrap of what she calls panties left between me and my motherland.
I don’t wait this time, I take the little string holding them together and yank it away, snapping the offending material away from the homeland I cannot wait any longer to become a part of.
Her panties immediately find my nose, and I breathe in all that is her. It’s arousing and sensual, and my mouth waters just thinking of her taste.
“Clark,” she whispers in a needy moan. “Please.”
I can’t let her down. Throwing the panties to the side, I lunge in for my first taste. It’s otherworldly. I devour her, my tongue making my dick all the more jealous. She tastes sensational, nothing in this world could ever take its place.
“Oh my God, Clark,” she moans my name while writhing beneath me. “More, please.”
I happily oblige and suck on her clit. My fingers dive into her folds and move in rhythm with my tongue, and I just can’t get enough. I start to feel her unfold and force myself to stop. “Not yet, I tell her. Not until I’m inside of you.”