CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
WALKER
“Walker, hurry up! Devon and Wren are on their way. I need to get in there,” Flynn shouts from the opposite side of our shared bathroom door. A smirk creeps up on my lips as I drag my hand across the mirror to clear the condensation, running my thumb over the stubble cluttering my jaw. “Walk!”
“Have you ever heard of this thing called patience?” I ask, yanking the door open to find her annoyed face on the other side with her hands resting firmly on her hips.
She doesn’t answer me and instead shoves her way into the bathroom, forcing me to the side to let her pass before her hands are on my bare back and shoving me out into the hall. “If you didn’t take your sweet ass time in here, I wouldn’t have to be impatient,” she argues, reaching for the door to slam it shut.
“I was in there for twenty minutes tops,” I tell her, using my foot to stop the door. “And I was showering. What’s your excuse?”
“It takes effort to look this good,” she says with a grin, sliding her hand over the tight black shirt and denim jeans hugging her curves. “You’re sure you don’t want to come to the movie with us? It’s not too late.”
I shake my head, moving towards my bedroom. “I’ve got a paper to finish, but thank you. I’ll come and keep Wren company while you run off to make out with your girlfriend next time.”
“Girlfriend.” An overwhelming grin fills her face, her cheeks brightening under the steam, still running out of the bathroom from my shower. “I have a girlfriend.”
“Yeah, you do,” I say, smiling at her. “Have fun tonight.”
“You too! Make sure you give yourself a break,” she says, shutting the door with a click.
Stepping into my room, I run my towel through my hair and toss it into the hamper before reaching for my phone from the nightstand to check for any texts from Sonya. When I see the screen is still blank, I set it back down and settle into bed against the headboard after grabbing my laptop from my dresser. Waking my computer up, I watch the blinking cursor on the open document.
I had every intention of finishing my paper earlier, but then Sonya snuck up on me and made herself at home. If I were being honest with myself, I’d admit it’s not the first time it’s happened, and it likely won’t be the last. I’ve been tripping over my own two feet since she entered my life, and I don’t think it’s going to change anytime soon.
A knock at my door pulls my attention away from the paper going nowhere, and I’m about to tell Flynn I haven’t changed my mind when it opens, and a dimpled smile lights my grey room. “Sunny, hey,” I say, unable to keep a smile from filling up my face. The pain in my chest at the excitement made it clear the lines were blurring together more than I thought. She is the person my world orbits around, which is painfully obvious. I am a withering mess over her. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, you made such a tempting offer.” She smiles and steps into my room, toeing her sneakers off and nudging them towards the dresser before her bag slides off her shoulder. “Is it a bad time? Flynn let me in,” she says, slipping her jacket off her shoulders. “I can always go.”
“No, I’m just finishing up a paper.”
“Good, I was so hoping you would say that,” she says, grinning and showing off the dimples I’ve come to adore. She shuts the door with a quiet click. “I’ve had a frustrating day, and I decided I’m in need of that break,” she explains, taking all my focus when she undoes the buttons on her cardigan and shrugs it off before climbing up my bed and towards me.
“That so?”
She hums, gently pressing her fingertips into the back of my laptop to push it shut in my lap the closer she gets. “And I think you’re just the man for the job.”
When her lips find mine, it’s as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s just Sonya and her warmth, and I will gladly hand it all over to drink in every ounce of her. She fills in every space with a lightness, a genuine fucking glow that it hurts to think that anything could possibly frustrate her. She’s so full of energy and goodness. It’s hard to believe she could be anything but overjoyed all the time.
I move my hand toward the small of her waist, using my other to set my laptop on the nightstand. She takes the movement as her cue to climb into my lap and immediately grinds down.
A groan falls from my lips at the motion, my body reacting to her presence almost immediately, but I can feel it in the greediness of her hands that something is off. She’s not all here. Her head is in the clouds, and I want her all with me.
“Sunny, wait.” I move my hands into her hair, framing her face between the palms of my hands to separate us. “Everything okay?”
She nods and moves to kiss me again, and against my better judgment, I stop her. I hold both of us in place and study her face until her eyes meet mine. Like the crack down the center of us, the lines of confusion in our friendship are slowly fusing back together, finding new pathways.
“Something’s up,” I say, running my thumb along her cheek. “Talk to me.”
“It’s stupid,” she whispers, resting her hands on my chest as she leans into me. Her lips meet my jaw, slowly moving towards my ear. “Really, really stupid. And I let it upset me for no reason because, at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter.”
“It’s not stupid if it upsets you.” I squeeze her hips and pull her forward, her hips rolling forward in the process. “Tell me what happened.”
She sighs. “Can we not? Just for right now,” she asks, a silent plea in her voice, and I try my best to ignore the break in her voice. “I just want to focus on you.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
I nod my head and lift her up, setting her on her back. A whimper escapes her lips when I roll my growing erection into her. A smile crosses my lips when I see the heated look on her face, kissing down her jaw to the hollow of her throat.
“You smell good.”
I lift my head with a grin, my lips grazing the underside of her jaw. “Yeah?”
She nods her head with a hooded look. “Really, really fucking good,” she mutters, running her fingers over my chest. They move slowly to the small of my back, and when her fingertips dip into the waistband of my sweatpants, a shiver runs up my back.
“Your hands feel good.”
“I bet my mouth feels better.” When she lifts her leg up, resting her knee against my hip, I let her flip us over so she can straddle my waist. My hands run over her thighs and towards the button of her jeans, laughing when she swats at my hands. “Not yet.”
“Whatever you say, Sunny. You’re in charge.”
Her eyes light up at that, and I realize she might like being the one in charge for a change. That she can lead us in the next direction, so when she moves her hands down my arms until they’re in mine and lifts them above my head, leaning over me as she does, I let her.
“In that case, hands here for the duration of the ride, got it?” she asks, sliding her hands down my arms and over my collarbone until they rest on my bare chest.
“Got it,” I say, tangling my fingers in my hair to keep myself from reaching for her.
She grins and leans back down, pressing her chest to mine as her thumb darts over my bottom lip. “Good boy,” she whispers before kissing me, her tongue meeting mine.
A thrill runs down my back at the praise, my muscles tightening in anticipation when her lips are on my collarbone before slowly making a trail down my chest and torso to the waistband of my sweats. When her fingers dip beneath the elastic, she lifts her head to meet my gaze and tugs on the fabric.
“Hips.”
Pressing my shoulders into the mattress, I lift my hips to let her pull them down and free me from my boxers. “It seems wildly unfair that I’m naked and you’re still fully clothed,” I say, eyeing the clothes still hiding her skin from me.
She answers by running her tongue along the length of my shaft, taking the tip between her lips, and I lose all sense of the world around me. It’s just me, her, and her warm mouth wrapped around me. On instinct, I bring my hand down to tangle in her hair, and the second I do, she pulls back and grabs my hand, pushing it back up.
“Hands to yourself or I stop, understood?”
I nod my head and link my fingers together under my head. She watches me for a second longer before running her tongue over the head of my cock. Her fingers wrap around my shaft in a firm tug, my muscles tightening.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling at my hair.
She continues to torture me slowly, and when she sits up with a grin, it’s clear just how much she likes being in control. She likes it being her choice, and I like being the safe space for her to make that choice. I like seeing her this free. Telling me what she wants and taking it without any regrets.
“Sunny,” I moan her name when her hands slide off my legs, reaching for the button of her jeans to work the denim over her hips.
As she works her pants and panties down, I drink in how fucking bright she is. The smile hasn’t left her face since she got here, and with it comes the relief of knowing that I play a small part in keeping it there. Even if it comes along with her giggling.
“What’s got you so giggly?”
She shrugs. “Sucking your dick makes me giddy.”
“Just mine?”
She nods and kicks her jeans to the side, reaching towards my nightstand to grab a condom out of the top drawer. Moving further up my body, she straddles my hips and slides it down my length. “Just yours,” she says. “I kind of like you.”
“Yeah?” I ask. “What do you like about me?”
“Fishing for compliments, Cowboy?” she hums, guiding me to her entrance, and when my lips part to deny the accusation, she sinks down. The only thing that falls from my lips is a moan, and that only seems to light her up more. “I like your abs,” she says, trailing her fingers over my abdomen, pressing her hands down to angle her hips and take more of me. “Who knew all this was hiding under those sweaters?”
“You only had to ask, Sunny.”
She leans down, finding my lips. “I like the way you tangle your fingers in my hair when you kiss me,” she whispers, her tongue meeting mine.
I want so badly to move my fingers into her hair, to hold her in place and memorize every inch of this moment, but I promised to keep my hands where they are, and I already broke it once.
“I like the way you fit inside me,” she says, pushing herself up slightly. Her fingers trailing down my chest until she curls her fingers into my side, anchoring herself. “Like you belong right here,” she says, her words doing something funny to my chest. “With me.”
Our eyes lock, and it’s as if an unspoken truth flows between us, neither of us wanting to grab onto it. To admit this isn’t what we started as.
“I even like this,” she says, trailing her finger along the stubble I haven’t bothered to shave in a few days and grinning when it tickles her fingertip. “I might even be greedy and ask you to eat me out after this so I can see how it feels.”
“Ask? Or tell?”
“Ask.” She rolls her hips forward, taking the rest of me until I’m buried deep inside her. “Consent is sexy, Walker Bodie.”
“Can I touch you now?”
She dips her chin in a small nod, and I take it as my opportunity to finally tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her down to kiss me. My teeth graze her bottom lip, and her lips curl up against mine, her hands moving up my chest to frame my face and roll her hips in one fluid motion. There’s a quiet moment where we just absorb each other, taking this moment for what it is and matching each other beat for beat.
When Sonya finally hits her breaking point, I let myself go beneath her. Her weight on top of me is a comforting presence as we catch our breath. She rolls onto her back, and when she turns her head, I find the same afterglow from the last time we had sex. She looks relaxed in a way I never get to see her. There aren’t enough words to explain how much I like that it’s me leaving her in this state. Not some random guy from the bar or the coffee shop.
Leaning down, I kiss her jaw and roll over until I’m between her legs. My hands slide over her hips to the small of her waist, pulling her towards me while slipping my hands under the hem of her tank top to the band of her bra. I unhook it and slide it up her body, tossing it onto the floor. She inhales as the cold air pebbles her nipples, and I allow myself to drink in all of her. Appreciating the perfect swell of her breasts with my tongue as I work my way down her body.
“Walker, what are you doing?”
“I believe you made a request.”
She smiles. “I didn’t mean right this second.”
I hum against her hip, her skin shivering beneath me. “You put me to work, Sunny. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” I explain, running my tongue along her folds. “And you’re just what I’m craving.”