Chapter Twenty-Two #2
I grab her ass as I devour and tease. The tighter I squeeze her ass, the more sinful sounds she makes, and I don’t miss those cues as we take and taunt each other right up to the brink.
She whimpers with every slick of my tongue, grinding against my mouth.
When I bring my teeth into play, her lustful sounds vibrate along my dick.
I clench my teeth, trying to stave off my release in order to bring her even more pleasure.
I intensify my efforts, using my fingers on her clit, until she’s trembling, her needy, pleasure-drenched sounds vibrating through me as she works my cock so perfectly, I can barely hold back.
I quicken my efforts. Her thighs flex, her hips buck, and her hand tightens like a death grip on my cock as she comes, hurling me into ecstasy with her.
We thrust and moan, riding out our unrelenting pleasure until we have nothing left to give.
I’m bowled over as I gather her shaking body against me. Her eyes are so full of emotion, I feel it in my bones. We lie nose to nose, and as I kiss her forehead, her cheek, and finally her lips, she melts into me, like I’m her safe haven, and damn do I want to be.
“That was…” I am at a loss for words, but it turns out I don’t need them, because she whispers, “ I know .”
We kiss, basking in the aftermath of our lovemaking, and I whisper, “I think I’m going to have to get my secret dominatrix leather lingerie.”
She laughs. “I don’t know where all that came from. I’ve never been like that.”
“I like bringing out your wild side. It turns out there are some pretty great benefits to being your good boy .”
“Ohmygod.” She buries her face in my chest, laughing. “I can’t believe I said that.”
“I wonder what other benefits I can eke out of this.”
She tips her face up. “Shut up and kiss me.”
“There’s my bossy babe.” I kiss her lovingly, wanting her to feel my affection, not just my lust. But as happens so often with us, our passion takes over.
I can’t get enough of her, and I know in my heart, I never will.
That should scare the living hell out of me, but it doesn’t.
I want more of us. I press my hand to her lower back, holding her tight against me.
“ Mm ,” she murmurs against my lips, gyrating her hips against my revived erection. “There are definite benefits to falling for a younger guy.”
I sweep her beneath me, and her hair falls away from her face. “There you are,” I whisper.
“You’re like an emotional ninja, slaying me with your charm.”
“I’d rather love you with my body than slay you at all.”
As I lower my mouth to hers, she whispers, “There you go again.”
I kiss her slowly and sensually. I slide my hand down her hip and lift her leg at the knee as our bodies come together. I feel her need in the catch of her breath, hear her emotion in the contented sigh as I bury myself to the hilt.
I brush my lips over hers, whispering, “I can’t get close enough. I want to be so close, you carry me with you wherever you go. Here .” I kiss her forehead. “And here.” I kiss the silky skin just above her heart.
A sweet smile appears, and she touches my face. “You did that weeks ago without even trying.”
Emotions billow inside me like an all-consuming wind as our mouths come together, and we find our rhythm, and the rest of the world fails to exist.
Victory
“I think I found my new favorite place,” I say, burrowing closer to Wells.
I had wondered if being intimate would be awkward after everything I revealed to him, but we feel even more connected.
Like everything I’ve gone through, worried about, and fought against has been leading me to trusting him with all my flaws and fears—leading me to this moment—all along.
“In my bed?” he asks.
“In your bed, your house, your arms.” I tilt my face up, and as he kisses me, my stomach growls.
“Sounds like I need to feed my girl.”
My girl . I love that. “I’ve been pretty stressed. I haven’t eaten today.”
“Then I’ll whip something up for us.”
We peel ourselves out of bed, and as I put on my underwear, he snags his T-shirt and carries it over to me buck naked. “Wear this.” He helps me put it on, and it tumbles to the tops of my thighs. “Perfect.” He leans in for a kiss.
I like wearing his shirt. It smells like him.
He’s pulling on his boxer briefs when his phone chimes. “I hope that’s not work.” He snags it from his jeans and reads the text. His jaw ticks as he thumbs out a response.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. It’s Fitz. He knew you kicked me to the curb and heard about what happened at the bar. He’s just checking on me.”
I wince. “What did he say?”
He reads the text aloud. “‘I hear Vic showed up. Now you can finally stop crying into your pillow. Try not to blow it this time.’” His phone chimes in quick succession, and his brows knit. “ Shit . It’s the group chat.”
“Why do you look like that?” I ask carefully.
“You sure you want to know?”
“Kind of,” I say, moving closer.
He shows me the phone.
Grant: I hope you let her grovel a little.
“He’s not wrong,” I say, and Wells rubs my back as we read more of the texts.
Bellamy: Who are you kidding? Wells was practically on his knees begging her to take him back.
Fitz: Way to play hard to get, bro.
Keira sends a GIF of a guy on his knees.
I laugh. “They’re so much like my family.”
“They’re fools.” Wells types, Okay, enough , and sends it.
Bellamy: Don’t get your briefs in a bunch. We’re having a bonfire at Grant’s tomorrow at 8. You better bring her.
“A bonfire sounds fun,” I say. “I’d like to get to know everyone better.”
Wells slides his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “What makes you think I’m going to let you out of my bedroom this weekend?”
“As much as I love the idea of never leaving this room, it might be nice to have clean clothes, and I need to get a dress to wear to Leni’s wedding at some point. I still can’t believe I left everything behind.”
“I’m worth it.” He kisses me. “But don’t worry. I planned on showing you the island tomorrow. We’ll pick up whatever you need.”
More messages chime as they roll in.
Bellamy: Tell me you’re coming.
Keira: Ew! Don’t!
Laughing emojis pop up from Grant and Fitz.
Bellamy: To the bonfire!
“They are just like my brothers,” I say. “We should definitely go to the bonfire. It sounds like it’ll be fun.”
“Fine. I’ll share you for a little while,” he concedes, and thumbs out, I’m taking Vic out on the boat tomorrow to show her the island. We’ll stop by after we’re back. Now stop texting.
Excitement bubbles up inside me. “We’re going out on your boat tomorrow?”
“I was thinking we’d take it around the island and maybe spend the night on it if you want.”
“ If I want?” I wind my arms around his neck. “You promised me an ocean tryst, Silver.”
“I will always keep my promises to you.” We kiss, and my stomach growls again. “Come on, sweets. Let’s eat before the alien in your stomach gets angry.”
Moonlight spills through the windows as we make our way from the living room to the kitchen, which is spacious, with a large center island and expansive windows. Wells touches my hand and says, “How do you feel about crepes?”
“Like I could eat a hundred of them. Wait . You know how to make crepes?”
“You’re not the only one with secret skills.” He kisses my cheek as he walks past me and gets a mixing bowl from a cabinet and a whisk from a drawer. “I take it you don’t cook much?”
“When we were overseas, I loved cooking with everyone for the community feasts. But I’ve never been big on cooking for myself, and I’m not one of those people who inherently knows how to cook. But I am big on eating.”
“Yes, you are,” he says wickedly. “And I’m very appreciative.”
I laugh and glance out the window. Moonlight sprays a path over the inky water, like a secret revealed in the darkness. “It’s really beautiful here.”
“It’s almost as pretty as you. Would you mind grabbing plates?” He motions to a cabinet.
As I reach up to get them, he swats my ass. I half laugh and half squeal, then spin around to swat his butt, but he catches my wrist and pulls me into another kiss.
“You look awfully cute in my T-shirt.”
“Thanks, but it’s mine now.”
He grabs my butt with both hands. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hm. If we’re an official couple on this island where gossip never sleeps, your clothes are fair game.”
“Baby, you can have anything of mine you want.”
“I’m glad you agree, because I’m hoping you have a comfy hoodie I can wear to the bonfire tomorrow night.”
“I think I can hook you up.” He gives me a quick kiss, and then he loads up the counter with strawberries, blueberries, Nutella, eggs, and milk.
“Yum.” I open the Nutella, dip in a strawberry, and give it to him as he mixes ingredients. Then I make one for myself. “ Mm . Who needs crepes when we have this deliciousness?” I dip another strawberry and hold it out for him.
“Now you’re just trying to seduce me.” He eats the strawberry out of my fingers.
“Nutella and strawberries? I think you are the seducer in this scenario, Mr. Silver. All that’s missing is whipped cream.”
He flashes a wolfish grin. “I’m saving that for later.”