Chapter 12
TWELVE
JOSH
I’m not gonna fuck her. I’m not gonna fuck her. I’m not gonna—
I drop our bags in the entrance of the house.
My parents have decent taste. The place feels like a homey beach house, only…
larger. Ma has hung pictures of the family throughout the rooms, and little knickknacks are scattered here and there, giving the house a lived-in, warm feel.
This isn’t some fancy prize home; it’s real.
Beside me, Molly places her hands on her lower back, groaning as she stretches out the kinks. She throws me a grin, her eyes lighting up.
“I’ve missed this place.” She throws her arms out, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. “God, it’s so warm. Why don’t you live here year-round? I just want to sit by the pool and soak in this heat forever.”
“You know it’s meant to rain later today.”
“Shhh, don’t rain on my parade.” She hums happily, spinning in place. “Now, where am I staying?”
The million-dollar question. I swallow hard, stepping closer to her.
I’m not gonna fuck her. I’m not gonna fuck her. I’m not gonna—
Unless she asks me to.
“Well, that depends on you, Pahe,” I growl, trying and failing to clear the huskiness from my voice. “I can set you up in one of the spare rooms.”
“Or…?” she whispers, her chest brushing mine as she sways closer.
My hands settle on her hips, holding her a fraction away. This has to be her decision.
“Or,” I whisper, dipping my head to press my forehead to hers, “you can share with me.”
She slides her nose along mine, her lips so close I can feel her breath. “Are you a blanket hog?”
“Horribly so,” I admit, my voice low. “You’ll have to cuddle close the whole night.”
Her lips find mine. The sweetness of her desire and the fire of her need hit me like a goddamn tidal wave.
For a week, I’ve been chasing her, wooing her, peeling back the layers of tension that have stretched between us over the years.
This isn’t just new—it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Familiarity and heat, comfort and edge.
I kiss her deep, backing her against the wall in the entryway.
Her hands clutch at my sides, bunching my shirt, needing more.
One of my hands slides down to grip the soft curve of her ass, the other buries itself in her hair.
I feast on her, savoring her taste, her whimpers, the way her body rocks against mine as if she’s trying to satisfy an ache only I can cure.
She whispers my name, breathless. “Please, Josh.”
I almost lose myself right there. I’d give her anything, everything. I’ve waited too long to screw this up now.
I push my thigh between her legs, lifting her just enough so she can press herself against me. She rocks on me, fingers tugging at my shirt, desperate to strip me bare.
“Uh, uh,” I tut, pulling back slightly, my fingers brushing her flushed cheek. “Not yet.”
Molly whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut as she grinds against my thigh.
“Pahe,” I murmur.
Her eyes flutter open, dazed and hazy with desire. “Wh-what does that mean?” she stammers, still moving against me. “You call me that all the—”
“Freckles,” I interrupt, dropping to my knees suddenly, one hand on her belly to steady her. “They’ve been driving me insane.”
“My… freckles?” she asks, her voice a mix of arousal and confusion. Her hands fall to my head, tangling in my hair.
“These.” I start at her ankle, unbuckling her wedge and sliding it off. I lift her foot to my shoulder, pressing slow, lingering kisses up her calf. “Right here,” I murmur, ducking my head to lick the two freckles that have teased me mercilessly for weeks.
Her skin pebbles with goosebumps as I lave the two spots, her breath hitching.
“These.” I press a kiss to one. “Are.” Another kiss. “All.” And again. “I can think about. They’ve driven me wild, oeh’ sahoehuke.”
Her knees tremble as my hands glide up the insides of her thighs.
“Li no kopi kefr’ah jah oeh’ fruh’ke hu. Li pimiha’ hu cioemi, milhika. Li frae’noti pah zah’na ti. Jah pahe, hur lke, hur milhika jo’ae. Ke pahte hu, mar.”
“I don’t know what you said,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire, her chest heaving.
“I said I’m going to lick you until you come on my tongue,” I reply, voice rough.
I hook a finger under the edge of her underwear, pulling it aside to reveal her. Pink, wet, and glistening with need, she pants hard, her fingers tightening in my hair as I lean in, breathing her in.
“Ah, milhika,” I murmur, my lips brushing her inner thigh. “You destroy me.”
She gasps as my tongue flicks against the seam of her thigh. I trace her, tease her, testing every reaction. I find the spots she loves, the pressure that makes her moan, the rhythm that leaves her trembling.
She tastes better than I ever imagined. I roll my tongue, learning her, listening to every sound she makes, every broken gasp, every whispered plea. I bring her to the brink, then pull her back, over and over, unwilling to let her fall until I’ve had my fill.
Finally, when her begging becomes too much to resist, I slide a finger inside her, curling upward as I search.
Her gasp is sharp, her body arching against me, her hands clutching my hair like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.
And when I feel her tighten, her body trembling, I smile against her.
There you are.
My tongue dances across her clit, my finger stroking her, driving her higher until her orgasm crashes over her. She shudders against me, her body bowing off the wall, her pussy clenching and spasming around my finger.
“Josh, Josh, Josh,” she pants, my name spilling from her lips as she comes undone.
I lift my head, watching the waves of pleasure ripple across her face—flushed cheeks, parted lips, dazed eyes. She’s breathtaking. A possessive heat burns low in my belly. This woman is mine.
Her legs tremble, and when she sags, I catch her, pulling her into my arms. I hold her close, wrapping her in a tight hug, my hand smoothing over her hair.
“Shhh,” I whisper when she lets out tiny, satisfied whimpers. “I’ve got you, Pahe. You’re safe.”
Her body still shakes as she slowly comes back to herself. “I haven’t done that since—”
I grunt, cutting her off before she can say his name. “Hopefully this wiped him away.”
She bursts out laughing, her body still pressed against mine. She pulls back just enough to look at me, her smile wide and so full of joy I almost drop to my knees to start all over again.
“Oh, yes,” she says, her voice light and teasing. “That was….” She trails off, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
I smirk, pride swelling in my chest.
“You’re still hard,” she whispers after a moment, her gaze flicking down.
“He’ll settle down in a minute.”
Maybe after I jerk off to the taste of you under a cold shower.
“Do you want—”
“No.” I tighten my grip on her, savoring the feel of her warm and pliant in my arms. “I’m fine.”
“Really?” She pulls back just enough to look down at the very obvious tent in my pants. “He doesn’t look fine.”
“Later,” I promise, brushing a kiss across her forehead. “We have all of today. And if I get you in bed now, we won’t spend any time by the pool.”
“Promises, promises,” she teases, her grin wicked.
We stay like that for a few more minutes, holding each other, the air between us thickening with tension again.
“Pool,” I finally say, forcing myself to let go before I forget all my good intentions.
“Pool,” she agrees, but she doesn’t move, her body still pressed against mine, her lips dangerously close to mine.
I sigh, knowing I need to be the responsible one here. “Come on.” I give her ass a light smack, grinning when she lets out a surprised squeak.
“Josh!”
“Let’s get you changed,” I say, stepping back before I lose all control.
Her cheeks flush, and she laughs softly. “Fine. Pool.”
But as she walks away, swaying her hips just enough to drive me insane, I know one thing for sure.
This is going to be a long day.