Chapter Seventeen
Luke
Having her in my arms, in my bed was a level of content I hadn’t felt before. She didn’t have a plane to catch or a life to get back to.
Part of me wanted to lie like this all night. Bury my nose in her neck and enjoy the fact that she was mine. When she wiggled her hips to get comfortable though, my dick overrode any plans I had of blissfully falling asleep.
I laid my hand on her hip and walked my fingers so that the t-shirt she’d borrowed moved up her thigh. Each newly revealed inch of creamy skin made me harder in my boxers.
I pressed my hips against her ass so there would be no misunderstanding of my intention.
She looked at me over her shoulder. “Did you need something?” she deadpanned.
“I have a request,” I joked back.
She rolled over in my arms to face me. “Really?” She moved her hand out and settled it over my cock through my boxers. “Tell me exactly what you want.” She circled her thumb over the crown, moving at a maddeningly slow pace with just the right pressure.
I moaned and dropped my head back.
“Oh, come on now. How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is?”
“I–”
Her other hand snuck up the leg of my boxers to cup my balls, giving them a gentle tug. “What was that? I can’t understand you.”
“You-you’re mean.” I closed my eyes tighter as she abandoned her teasing of my cock head to stroke the length.
“I am mean. Want me to make it up to you?”
I nodded without opening my eyes, concentrating hard on the feeling of her touch on me and not blowing too soon.
I felt her hand on my shoulder and let her push me onto my back.
I let out a sad little groan when her hands left my skin, but then they hooked into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them off my legs.
I opened my eyes as the heat of her thighs came to rest on the outsides of mine and her bare center nestled against my aching hard-on.
A sliver of light came through a gap in the curtains from a streetlight outside, just enough that I could see her grab the hem of the t-shirt and pull it over her head.
She leaned forward to kiss me, soft and slow, as her hand came around to hold my length by the base. She slowly moved her hips so my cock entered her, then she lowered herself until she was fully seated.
Ecstasy radiated from where we were joined and out to all of my limbs. Silken heat hugged my shaft, creating smooth friction as Meredith started to move.
Sensation overcame me even before I reached up to cup her breasts.
She grabbed my hands and held them where they were, encouraging me to tease her nipples while she rode me.
She put her head back; the light casting a shadow across her bare chest. “Feels so good,” she whispered.
I kept one hand on her chest, caressing her peaked nipple, and brought the other to her hip, gripping it in my hand and thrusting up just as she came down.
“Fuck,” I said, pushing my head harder into the pillow. I braced my feet, thighs flexing as I force my hips up to meet hers.
She leaned forward enough so her pelvis was grinding against mine every time she moved, adding friction where she needed it most.
“Going to come,” she mumbled, then her back was arching and her mouth dropped open. Seeing her let go had me reaching the finish line, too.
“We forgot to use protection, but I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” Meredith assured me. Her head was resting on my chest, and she was running her hand through the hair between my pecs.
“I’m clean.”
She pushed up on her elbow to look at me. “If you and I are going to be together, I guess we don’t have to worry about condoms?”
There was a hint of vulnerability when she asked, so I held her eyes when I answered. “It’s going to be just you and me.” I pressed my forehead against hers, and we sat like that, breathing the same air.
I listened to the tick of the clock and the sound of Meredith’s breathing as it evened out and slowed. The light from the window illuminated a strip of her arm where it rested against my chest.
Growing up, feeling like my home wasn’t a safe place, needing to escape into a sketchbook just to keep myself sane, I never could have dreamed of where I’d be now. I painted cars at a shop with a group of guys I considered family.
I had a creative outlet with another group of people who meant the world to me.
I’d get to spend my nights with my arms wrapped around the woman I was falling for.
Help her get her dreams, whatever they may be, off the ground.
Enjoy her sharp wit, her wicked humor, and the kind of curves that could ruin a man’s focus.
My life hadn’t exactly played out like a fairytale, but with her beside me, it finally felt like the story made sense.