26
Ava
It’s quiet. I wake in the dark on top of Mark’s chest. The drapes are still open, allowing the moonlight to spill across the sheets.
I slowly lift my face and study the pretty man lying in my bed.
He’s got an arm tucked underneath his head behind the pillow.
His soft, dark curls are mussed from my fingers and stubble sprinkles his jawline.
He’s stunning. His soft lips are slightly parted, his breathing even and peaceful.
I blush thinking about what this body was doing to mine just a bit ago.
Biting my lip, I think about my surprise.
He’d pulled a small remote and a slightly larger vibrating plug out of his bag and told me to strip down and get on my knees on the bed.
I can still hear his groan as he’d seen the gem sparkling back at him.
He’d kissed my back tenderly as he’d removed the plug and worked in the other one with the help of some lube.
Wanting to see my reaction, he’d had me hold my headboard and start riding his face before he’d turned it on its lowest setting.
I smirk thinking about how hard I’d come on his face.
That lowest setting was still intense as hell.
The minute he’d speared me with his fingers and felt the vibrations through my pussy’s walls, he cursed and pulled me down his body and straight onto his cock.
That was what he’d never tried before, and the way his eyes rolled back into his skull will forever be seared into my brain as one of the hottest moments ever.
I stole the remote from his hand as his brows furrowed when I’d begun to ride him.
He may have gotten it as a surprise for me and curiosity for him, but the tables had been flipped, and I was milking it for all it was worth.
I rode my man good and long, cranking up the intensity of the vibrations and backing off when either of us would get too close.
By the time I’d picked its highest level, he was panting and begging me to come so that he could.
I now understand why men find it so freaking hot to hear us beg, because his stuttered pleas, begging kisses, and tortured growls turned me inside out.
We’d both come so hard, shouting in triumph when we’d finally been satisfied.
I muffle my giggle so I don’t wake him as I remember him panting about how it had been the ‘Best. Surprise. Ever.’.
I run my fingers through his curls, deciding that if he wakes up, I’ll just fuck him again.
Otherwise, I’m going to enjoy this beautiful creature beneath me.
I love him. I’d practically told him so earlier in the kitchen, just like he’d done me.
Mark stirs, likely sensing me staring at him like a creeper, but I don’t care.
His eyelashes flutter open, and he looks up at me in the moonlight.
He doesn’t say anything but reaches up and tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Were you just watching me sleep?”
“So what if I was?”
He shrugs, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.
“I watch you sleep too. You’re beautiful.”
“Okay, I get it. It was creepy.”
We both snicker, but he traces my jawline.
“Secrets in the semi-dark moment?” he asks, eyes glittering back at me.
“Okay, hit me.”
“I love you.”
I can’t breathe. I wasn’t expecting it. He searches my eyes as his thumb moves to trace my bottom lip. It causes me to suck in a lungful of air before stuttering back out of me. I grab his fingers from my mouth and place them on my pounding heart. His lips turn up in a smile.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. “I never thought I would, but I love you too.
A strangled sound leaves his throat as he claims my lips with his. He rolls me over and makes love to me over and over until neither of us can stay awake.
???
Mark
I wake up Saturday morning and slip quietly out of bed so that I don’t wake my sleeping beauty.
I have ideas about her wooden book she wants for her book shelf, and I’ve got to get them down on paper before I lose the inspiration.
It’s just a little before seven. I throw on the pair of athletic shorts I have in my bag and jog out to my truck to grab the sketch pad I keep in the back seat.
Back inside, I turn my Spotify playlist on low while getting to work bringing my ideas to life on paper.
Sometime later, I feel arms slip around me from the back.
“Morning, baby.”
I smile, loving how that sounds on her lips.
“Morning, Bella. What time is it?”
“Around eight-thirty. What are you working on?” she asks, sneaking a peek over my shoulder and gasping at the three sketch ideas scattered around on the island top.
“What? That bad?”
“No! They’re all beautiful. Are these ideas for–?”
“Yes. Which one’s your favorite?”
She studies them hard for a few moments, and I enjoy the way her face is lit up with excitement. She picks up the second one. It has a book lying open with its pages turning, but the last one turning is bent to meet the next page in such a way it looks like a heart.
“This one,” she squeals softly with glee, walking over to the fridge to pull out some juice. “I’m so excited!”
Her joy is contagious, and I simply enjoy watching her move around in her kitchen in nothing but my T-shirt. She pulls out a skillet and gets back in her fridge.
“What are you thinking about making?”
“Pancakes and eggs. You want some?”
“I always want some.”
She tosses me a saucy look over her shoulder.
“Sorry, you walked right into that one. Yes, Ava, I would love some pancakes and eggs, especially because you’re making them…in my shirt.”
She flashes me a soft smile that warms my heart and brings me over a glass of juice.
She’s too fucking cute. I go back to sketching as she gets to work, but I hear her humming, so I turn up my music for her.
Before long, she’s dancing by her stove and singing along with Brett Eldredge’s Drunk On Your Love.
I’ve long since forgotten my sketch work because this show is much more entertaining.
Her creamy thighs shift around, and the bottom hem of my shirt keeps flirting with the crease beneath her ass cheeks which has my heart skipping beats.
By the time she finishes the food and separates them onto plates, I have a raging hard on.
I get up and grab two forks and meet her at the counter.
“Mmmm, this all looks and smells so good,” I state as she spills a little syrup over the top of each stack of pancakes.
She squeals when I pick her up and set her on the counter.
I cut her a piece of pancake and offer it to her, watching her lips envelop the food on the fork.
The glimpse of her pink tongue zings right to my dick.
She mmms in appreciation but catches the gleam in my eyes.
She spears a bite and offers it to me. I welcome the bite and voice back my own moan of appreciation. She offers me a bite of eggs too.
“Mmmm, you did good,” I praise her cooking, sliding one palm up and down her thigh as we continue to feed each other bites of food. I love this. I could get used to this. I want to do this with her every chance we get.
“Thank you.”
My fingers graze up her thigh a little further with my next affectionate pass, and I discover that my lady is sans panties. She smirks and spreads her thighs for me, and I waste zero time running my fingers up and down her already wet slit. She sighs, happy that I just went for it.
“Ava, do you enjoy teasing me?” I ask, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the counter while sinking two fingers deep into her.
“I think you know that answer,” she pants, grinding back against me.
“I fucking love how hard you make me.”
“Whip that bad boy out. I want it.”
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I ask, curling my fingers inside her as I indeed whip my bad boy out.
“No, but I’m hoping I can at least make it race.”
“Mission accomplished.”
She gasps as I pull out my fingers and press into her wet center with a curse on my lips, wrapping her legs around my back and locking her ankles as she digs her heels into my ass and welcomes my body deeper.
She wants me close.
I grind against her clit and circle my hips, and she tilts her head back, moaning with pleasure.
“That good, baby?”
She clenches me back in answer, and a rumble deep from my chest escapes.
“I’ll take that answer any day.”
Her chest is already flushing and heaving, and I realize she’s already so close to coming.
The idea that she’s so turned on makes my hips stutter, and I pick up the pace.
She cries out, and I pull her hips as tight as I can against my hips as I lean my palm onto the cabinets behind her head for better support.
I slam into her hard, swallowing her gasps with my lips.
Within a minute, we’re both soaring and crashing hard together.
I swear, every time feels just as great as the time before it, if not better.
I kiss her forehead, still panting. Hearing wheels skidding on the street has my other senses rushing back to me, and we both tense.
There aren’t a whole lot of houses on this street.
“Do you hear that often?”
“No,” she answers with a frown.
I pull out of her, yanking up my shorts, and help her off the counter.
We hurry to the front of the house, and after peeking out the window, I open the door.
Everything looks normal. We both shrug, chalking it up to teenagers, and shut the door.
We spend the day lounging on the couch, watching movies, and making love whenever it strikes our fancy.
Around five, Ava decides she’d rather go out to dinner instead of making something since we had leftovers for lunch.
She gets dolled up and we head for the truck, but stop short after turning from locking the front door.
“Well, shit, we’ll have to take your car.”
“Was it flat this morning when you came out here to get your sketch pad?”
“Nope,” I answer, an uneasy feeling unfurling inside my stomach.
“I don’t think it was flat when we checked outside after the tire squealing either.”
“It wasn’t,” I add grimly, the feeling doubling.
I look around for anything else out of place.
Everything else is as it should be. I walk up to the tire and look at it closely, squatting to check something that catches my eye.
There’s not just a hole. Someone slashed my truck tire. I huff out an exasperated breath.
“What is it?”
“Whoever skidded their tires on their way by was likely whoever decided to slash my tire.”
“You’re shitting me! Who would go on a joyride just to slash someone’s–” she trails off, then glances back at me.
“Was he ever violent with you? Beyond his nasty mouth?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s a relief at least.”
“I’m so sorry, Mark.”
“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t slash my tire.”
“No, but I told him that I chose you. I turned him down.”
“Don’t you ever feel bad about wanting to be happy and not choosing to give that asshole another minute of your time.”
“Okay.”
“Change of plans.”
I pick up my phone and dial Colin.
“Hey, you and Syd have plans for dinner yet?”
“No, why?”
“Perfect. You do now. Come over to Ava’s and bring your truck jack. Mine’s shit. We’re going to switch out my slashed tire then go to town for a double date.”
“Shit. Okay. We’ll be there in thirty.”
He hangs up, and I turn back to my girl. She’s chewing on her lip.
“Come on, let’s get the watering done and feed the fish so we don’t have to do it in the dark if we stay out late.”
She nods, and we take care of business.