Chapter 19 #2
“Oh my God,” she moans, her nails now digging deep into my skin. “Oh fuck, Halsey. It’s . . . it’s too much.”
“It’s so hot when you’re on top of me.”
She sucks in a sharp breath of air. “I . . . I’m going to come.” That was quick.
I toss the vibrator to the side and witness her anger as her eyes widen.
“I want that drenched pussy squeezing my cock when you come. Sit up.” She lifts just enough for me to position her over my cock, and then I slam her down.
“Oh my God,” she screams, her head falling back, her tits pressed up.
“Fuck me, Blakely. Fuck me hard.”
And she does.
She lifts up and slams down on me, rocking her hips, twisting them, swirling, going absolutely feral. Fuck, she’s breathtaking.
“Harder,” I say through clenched teeth as a bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine thanks to the vibrator.
My cock begins to swell, and I’m right on the precipice.
“Jesus fucking . . . Christ,” I shout as my cock explodes inside her.
I shoot my cum so hard that I black out.
Everything around me fades into nothing as I hear her cry of pleasure in the distance, followed by my favorite feeling in the entire world—her pussy clenching around my cock.
“Fuck!” I yell as I feel myself double down, my orgasm still ripping through me.
“It’s too much,” she says as she rocks her hips hard. “Oh fuck. Oh God. Ohhhhhhh . . . fuck,” she cries as her nails break my skin.
My God, her passion. Her fire. Nothing is better than this. Nothing will ever beat this feeling of euphoria. She’s mine. Fucking mine.
When she collapses on top of me, I roll her to the mattress and then pull the vibrator out of me and toss it on the ground.
I then spread her legs and bring my mouth to her pussy where I start lapping at her clit, tasting every last bit of her until she’s writhing again, her head flailing back and forth, and her voice hoarse from screaming.
“Fuck,” she says softly, almost as if she’s on the verge of tears. When she slowly opens her eyes and stares up at me, a look of wonderment in her expression, I know at this very moment that there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting this woman walk away from me.
Never.
“Morning,” I say as Blakely emerges from her room, fully dressed, ready to avoid me this morning, just like every other morning.
And just like every other morning, she takes my breath away as she tentatively walks toward the kitchen.
This morning, she’s wearing high-waisted, wide-legged black trousers and a long-sleeved crop top that shows off about an inch of her stomach. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail, and she’s wearing that red fucking lipstick again.
“Good morning,” she says as she walks into the kitchen, avoiding eye contact.
Either she’s completely embarrassed by what we’ve been doing, or she has no idea how to react to it. Either way, I need those eyes to look at me. I need them to see me for who I am, not just this man who keeps fucking her over and over again.
I don’t want to scare her away, but I also don’t want her thinking I’m a sex freak who’s only using her for that.
I have to leave today for a short away trip, and the last thing I want to do is leave with this awkward tension between us.
But breaking that tension is going to be tough.
“This is for you,” I say to her as she grabs a protein shake from the fridge.
She turns around and takes in the folded-up shirt in my hand.
“What’s that?” she asks.
I set my coffee down and unfold it. “To wear to bed when I’m gone.”
Her eyes meet mine as she says, “You’re giving me one of your shirts to wear at night?”
“Yes,” I say and take a step forward. I tilt her chin up with my finger and say, “You better wear it.”
Her eyes search mine for a moment before she says, “I will.”
“Good.” I close the little space between us and press a light kiss to her lips before pulling away. Like I said, baby steps. I want her to know I’m thinking ahead, but I’m not pushing her too much, too hard. “You look absolutely beautiful today, Blakely.”
“Thank you.” She glances at her outfit. “I’m glad I grabbed a number of work outfits before I left my apartment.”
That’s a good reminder to check if her landlord has actually fumigated her apartment. Not that I want her going back there. I don’t want her going anywhere.
“Me too. I have to pack. Have a good day, Blakely.”
“Safe flight.” I start to walk away when she calls out, “Halsey?”
I look over my shoulder to find her holding my shirt close to her chest. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for this.”
“You’re welcome,” I answer before I walk back to my bedroom with a huge smile.
Maybe I’m doing everything right after all.
“I think I ate some bad bologna,” Posey says as he clutches his stomach on the plane. “Not feeling too great.”
“Maybe you should stop eating bologna,” Silas says.
“I second that idea,” Pacey adds.
We’re sitting at a table for four. Silas, Posey, Pacey, and me. Across the aisle is Hornsby and OC. We’re attempting to play cards, but Posey keeps stopping to take deep breaths.
“Dude, if you’re going to puke, can you not sit across from me?” Silas asks. “Maybe go hang out by the bathroom or something.”
“I second that idea,” Pacey repeats.
A sweat breaks out across Posey’s forehead. “Yeah, maybe not a bad idea.” He stands from the table and shoots back to the bathroom.
“He’s an idiot,” Silas mutters as Hornsby shifts into the seat where Posey was sitting.
I glance over at OC, whose head leans against the side of the plane, his eyes closed.
Hornsby whispers, “Did you guys see this?”
He flips his phone toward us so we can see the screen.
“What is it?” Silas asks.
“A job posting,” Hornsby replies. “For Blakely’s job. A friend just asked me if it was a good job or not.”
“What?” I say as I snap the phone from his hands and read the posting.
My eyes scan it so fast that I barely process what it says.
My heart hammers in my chest as I realize that, yes, it’s a posting for her job.
“What the fuck . . .” I whisper.
“She didn’t say anything to you?” Hornsby asks.
“Does it look like she said something to me?” I ask as I set his phone down and lean my head back, my mind swirling with every thought conceivable.
How long has she known?
Did she know at the wedding?
Is she only fucking me, knowing that she’s leaving?
Is that why she’s grown detached? Why she leaves every morning before we can actually talk? Because she’s fucking leaving for a new job?
“Dude, are you okay?” Pacey asks.
“No,” I shout. “I’m not fucking okay.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “She took another job and didn’t tell me. Is she moving? Is that why . . .” I clench my jaw. “Is that why she’s been so emotionally distant?”
“She’s still avoiding you in the morning?” Hornsby asks.
“Yes, and I did what you told me to do. I kept fucking her. What I thought was good advice. Now, I’m fucking a girl who’s probably leaving. No wonder she’s not talking—she doesn’t want to grow attached. I’m dispensable to her.”
“You don’t know that,” Pacey says softly.
“Then explain to me what’s going on.”
The boys all exchange glances, silence falling among us.
“That’s what I thought,” I say as I stand. “Fuck . . . this.”
I walk to the back of the plane where I can be alone.
BLAKELY
“Wait, have we really drank a bottle and a half of wine?” I ask Penny as I reach for the bottle to refill our glasses.
She scans my apartment, taking in the empty to-go boxes from The Garbanzo Bean, the one empty bottle, and the child-free space, thanks to Penny’s parents who are watching Holden.
“I think we did.” She wiggles her glass at me. “Fill ’er up.”
I chuckle and finish off the bottle, filling our glasses for us both.
“So is there a reason you lured me into your sex-pad with wine and good food?” Penny asks.
“Can’t a girl just hang out with her friend?”
“She can,” Penny replies. “But you also have this look on your face like you need to tell me something. Are you in love with Halsey? Because I approve.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Shame.” She sighs heavily. “He’s perfect for you.”
“I don’t want to talk about Halsey right now.”
“Well, that seems loaded, but I’ll put that on hold. What did you want to talk to me about?”
Here goes nothing.
I take her hand in mine and lift her glass of wine to her lips. “Take a sip, and then I’ll tell you.”
Her brow creases.
She stares for a moment.
And then her eyes widen.
“Did you take that job?” I wince, and that’s all the confirmation she needs. “No, seriously?” Her eyes start to well up with tears. “Are you leaving me? Moving away? I can’t be a mom with a baby daddy who is in and out on away trips. I need you.”
I squeeze her hand to calm her panic. “I took the job, but I’m staying here.”
“Wait . . . like, you’re not moving?”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t want to move, and I told Huxley that. I want to stay here. I like it here. I’m comfortable here. And how could I leave you, Penny?”
“That’s what I’m saying, how could you possibly leave me?” She tips back her glass and slugs it all back before lowering it and huffing. “Jesus, don’t scare me like that.”
I chuckle and take a sip of my wine. “I thought you were going to be mad that I was leaving my job, you know, since I won’t be at the arena with you.”
“I mean, that sucks, sure, but I care more that you stay here. And from what you’ve told me, the job seems amazing, so I don’t blame you for wanting to make a change.”
“Yeah, Huxley made it hard to turn down.”
“Yeah, he seems like a man who gets what he wants. I wonder what it would be like to be married to him.”
“I’m sure he demands a lot in the bedroom like Halsey.”
Penny’s eyes widen again with intrigue. “Oh yes, tell me more about that.”
“I thought we were talking about the job.”
Penny waves her hand in dismissal. “You took the job, and you’re not moving. We covered that. Now . . . let’s talk about Halsey.” She wiggles her brows.
“I told you—”