Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Gaines
I wake Eloise with a leisurely kiss to her mouth.
Her eyes open slowly before they flutter close as she tangles her hands in my hair.
I’m hard as stone and aching to be inside of her.
“Good morning,” she whispers against my mouth.
I respond with a low growl and a tug on the bottom hem of her T-shirt.
It’s cotton, and the fabric is thin enough that I could make out her perked nipples when I barged into her apartment four hours ago.
I wanted to fuck her to relieve the pain inside of me, but when I saw her looking like an angel, all I wanted to do was collapse in her arms.
I did just that after I carried her to bed.
I pull the T-shirt from her and toss it on the floor.
“My bed is a little too small for you.”
I wiggle my toes as my feet hang off the end of the bed. “You’re tiny. The bed fits you.”
“It’s a queen.”
“You’re a Queen,” I counter.
She leans back to look in my eyes. “Will you serve me?”
That’s been my plan since I woke up. I move quickly to slide her panties off, kissing a path down her legs as I do.
She settles on her back, but before I crawl between her legs, I flip her over.
“On your hands and knees, lamb.”
She does it with a small whimper. “Oh, God.”
I get behind her and stare at the sight before me. “Your pussy is so beautiful.”
She squirms a bit, her ass wiggling. “Please.”
I taste her slowly. One long lick along the seam, and then I stop.
“I’m so ready to come,” she whines. “Lick it again.”
I do one better. I slap her pretty ass cheek.
That lures a moan from her. “You make me come so good.”
I trace a path over her cleft with my finger before I do the same again with my tongue. She inches back wanting more so I give my sweet Eloise that and settle in to eat her to at least one orgasm or more.
“In the nightstand.” She points a finger toward the black cabinet next to the bed. “You’ll find them in the top drawer.”
If I had my way, I wouldn’t sheath my dick.
I want in that pussy in the purest way possible, without any barriers. I want to fill her with my release and watch her face while I do, but I can’t fucking do that.
We haven’t talked about whether we’ve been tested.
I am regularly and have never once had sex without a condom.
I sense Eloise tests, too, and has a backup plan for birth control, but I can’t have that discussion with her. It’s too soon. It’s too much.
“The top drawer?” I ask again.
It’s hard to fucking concentrate when the most beautiful woman on the planet is sprawled out naked less than a foot from where you are.
I tug open the drawer, and regret it immediately.
I close my eyes to ward off the anger coursing through me.
“The package should be right on top,” she purrs. “I bought it a month or two ago.”
Before I stormed back into her life.
I stare down at the box of condoms. It’s been opened, but that’s not what is making my blood boil.
It’s what’s sitting next to the box.
It’s a small silver frame containing a photograph.
It’s my lamb with some guy with messy brown hair. He’s wearing a blue T-shirt and white board shorts. She’s wearing a white bikini.
They’re on a beach somewhere with blue water behind them and bright smiles on their faces.
His arm is wrapped around her waist like it’s been there before.
“They aren’t that hard to find,” she teases. “Grab one and put it on. I’m dying to be fucked. Hard, I might add.”
I know for a fact that the guy isn’t her brother because there’s an open photo album on Eloise’s coffee table filled with pictures of her family. I thumbed through that an hour ago when I first woke up.
One of the first photos in that album is Eloise standing in front of a guy who looks a lot like her.
‘My big brother and me’ is written under the picture in black ink alongside a black heart she clearly drew.
I scoop up a foil packet and take one last look at the photograph. If it’s Philip, why hasn’t she tossed the picture in the trash?
Or maybe it’s someone else from her past that she can’t quite let go of. For all I fucking know, he’s part of her present, and she’s used one of the condoms from that box with him.
I slam the drawer hard enough that the lamp on top of the cabinet teeters slightly.
“Watch it, Hulk.” She laughs.
I don’t crack a smile. I sheath my dick, dropping the package on the floor.
I crawl on the bed to grip her legs. I tug on them, yanking her closer to me. I do it all without a word.
I know she’s ready. I ate her to two orgasms, so I line myself up and stroke my dick as I do.
Her bottom lip trembles as she stares into my eyes.
I don’t want to give a shit if she’s fucking someone else. I don’t want to care if she’s falling in love with another guy, but I do. I care way too much.
I’m in her with one swift movement. She clenches around me. “Oh, please.”
I spread her thighs with my hips, driving deeper as I do.
She responds with a low moan and a whimper. “I love this.”
I need this.
I need to fuck the memory of any other man out of her system. I need to make her ache for days so she only thinks of me.
I want her to need me as desperately as I need her.
I fuck her hard. My thrusts are relentless.
She squirms beneath me, trying to cling to my biceps. I don’t want that, so I take her hands in mine to pin them to the bed.
Her eyes flash with something. Maybe it’s defiance. Hell, it could be surrender, but she wants more. That I know because her pussy is clenching me like it’s a goddamn vise.
She confirms that with one whispered word. “Harder.”
I make that wish a reality and slam into her over and over again. Her tits bounce, her lips part, and she lets out a cry that could wake the dead.
I fuck her through that orgasm and then demand another with a solid series of thrusts. I up the ante by closing my teeth around her right nipple.
That sends her right where I want her to go.
I let go of her hands. She slides her nails down my shoulder and comes harder than the first time.
Her breathing slows as I glide in and out at a slow, steady pace.
“That was unreal.” She manages a soft chuckle. “I think you fucked the life out of me.”
“I’m not done,” I warn before I pin her hips to the bed and fuck my way to the edge of pain and pleasure before I come with a growl and a chant of her name.