Chapter Thirty-Seven
The rustle of sheets and shifting weight on the bed causes my body to go on alert. I peek one eye open to see Serena watching me. Her eyes rake down my form, one hand lifting to trace the lines of my stomach. Both eyes now open, I stay completely still. A flame flickers the length of my spine as she licks her lips.
“Serenity?” I whisper barely loud enough for her to hear. Her returning mhm, confirms the look in her eyes is desire. Insatiable need spreads like wildfire between the two of us. She makes her way closer to me, before crawling atop my lap. Her hand moves dangerously close to the drawstring of my sweatpants. She leans down, leaving sensual kisses from the crease of my neck down my torso. She stops only once her mouth replaces the hand still teasing the elastic band of my sweats.
I watch in awe as she pulls guttural moans from me with little to no effort. This woman holds all I am in the palms of her hands and has no idea. She has no fucking clue the power she holds over me. My head falls back in pleasure, hands gripping the sheets as she releases my cock and my piercing shines proudly at full attention.
“Fuck.” I groan before looking down to see her grinning at me, batting her eyelashes beneath a siren’s stare. One of her hands slowly strokes me while the other cups my balls. Teasing gently, she tugs on my balls as she pulls another reaction from me. Keeping our eyes locked, she takes her tongue and traces around my piercing before taking me down smoothly.
My hands find the back of her head, gripping clumps of her messy waves between my splayed fingers. I thrust into her oh-so-perfect mouth. Clamping on my dick, her head bobs as she sucks hard.
“Baby.” I moan, which only spurs her on. “You’re so fucking good at that.” She is getting just as much enjoyment from this as I am. Just as she starts taking me down to the base my bedroom door is thrown open.
The sudden bang of the door causes her to jerk and gag on my cock, making her choke before she releases me from her mouth, causing a pop to fill the room. She lowers her ass back down to the bed and wipes the drool from her pink lips. Wyhtt’s words die on his tongue as he takes in the scene in front of him.
A look of shocked horror covers his face at seeing the girl he’s always considered to be a sister in this sexual position and my raging cock sprawled out in the open for all to see. The horror is quickly replaced by amusement. “I was going to ask if you both had eaten, but it seems you have found another way to fill yourself up, S.” Both of them burst out laughing just as my jealously rears its ugly head.
“Get—the—fuck—out.” The words are the only warning I offer as I grab the coffee mug from the bedside table and throw it directly at him. The ceramic shatters at his feet before he turns and shuts the door behind himself, Wyhtt’s bellowing laughter follows him down the hall. Her grin brings me back to the moment we were sharing before being rudely interrupted as her hands once more resume their earlier rhythm. Easing me back down onto the bed, she quickly brings me to release. Swallowing every ounce of me down, she licks her lips and crawls back up to my side.
We look at one another.
“I am going to kill him,” I sigh. The smile she offers me is Wyhtt’s only saving grace.
“If we go down for food, what are the chances he’ll let us live this down?” She asks.
“Not a chance in hell,” I mutter. She shakes her head, as she nuzzles down further into my side, I wrap my arm around her and pull her in closer.
“Want to stay here? I can go and get food and bring back?—”
“Only if you promise me two things,” she interrupts, keeping her tone light.
“What would that be?” I ask.
“One: don’t murder Wyhtt, maybe just tell him knocking is the polite thing to do before he barges into someone’s room. Two: I get to pick another movie to watch.” I roll my eyes, knowing she could have asked me to commit genocide and I would if it made her happy. I nod, placing a kiss on her cheek before pulling my sweats back on and rolling out of bed, making my way through the door and down the hall.
Walking into the kitchen, Grayson’s hushed laughter greets me. My eyes search for the reason of his entertainment as my eyes land on Wyhtt, who is now looking directly at me. He proceeds to pretend to gag on an imaginary dick. If it wasn’t for my promise two minutes earlier, we would be attending a funeral for an unmarked grave and the next time Serenity and I fuck would be in the form of a conjugal visit.
“You done?” I ask only to watch him snort, bending over in laughter. I roll my eyes, making my way to the fridge. I pull out stuff for sandwiches, which will make for a quick escape from these two idiots. It also allows me to be back within her reach the fastest way possible. Grayson’s warm somber tone breaks through the annoying hyena laughter of Wyhtt.
“According to him,” he nods at Wyhtt, who is trying to gather his composure. “The two of you seem to be good. I’m glad, but I have no idea how you pulled that off considering how angry she was at you yesterday.”
Grayson’s words cause Wyhtt to snort before quickly covering it with a cough. He quickly busies himself in feigning disinterest, pretending to pick dirt from his fingernails as Grayson and I turn in his direction.
“What?” I ask.
Wyhtt starts, “listen, man, all jokes aside—I am glad you both are happy, but did you tell her everything last night?”
I stiffen, uncomfortable with the full one-eighty turn the conversation has taken. Silence follows as both men wait for my answer. “No.”
“What did you tell her?” Wyhtt pries.
“None of your business,” I snap.
“The fuck it isn’t. Jensen, I am saying this because I love you. But what the fuck do you think is going to happen tomorrow? You had a full PTSD episode over goddamn plates yesterday. How the fuck are you going to handle fireworks? Not only fireworks, but the crowds? Alcohol is going to be everywhere you look. This is literally the worst situation you could put yourself in. If you tell her, she won’t care to not go and be in the crowds. We can all tell her together. Serena will understand.” Wyhtt finishes voicing his concerns, desperation clear in his tone.
“Let me be very clear,” I say, looking at both of them, making sure to catch each of their eyes. “What happens between Serena and I is not your business. I am fine and I will continue to be fine. If either of you tell her a goddamn word, you will have me to deal with. I have this under control.” The lies roll off my tongue like it’s second nature. I’ve already been stressing over how tomorrow will go down, but they didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know anything that was ever discussed between my sponsor and I, or what was spoke of in our AA meetings.
It will be fine. I will be fine. I repeat the words to myself. I tell myself I’ll hit an AA meeting in the morning, and everything will be fine. Grayson is just being a mother hen and Wyhtt is doing what he always does when it comes to our girl: protect. I slink back down the hall, slipping into our room, sandwiches in hand. Our room, I think, something I’m already used to calling it.
She finds yet another shitty ass rom-com and I watch as she laughs, cries, and eventually falls asleep again in my arms. My mind races, chasing sleep from me until long hours into the night. My last thought before sleep finally relieves me from my inner turmoil . . .
What if I’m not okay?