Chapter 23
Fuck Around and Find Out of Body Experience
FIONA
“And you wanted to impress me?” I ask, staring at Tre, who is too close. I should move away. But I don’t. Coming here was a decision.
“Yes.” Tre’s pupils are blown wide. He’s focused only on me.
I should get up and leave. But I don’t. Staying and eating dinner with Tre was a decision.
“Congratulations. You succeeded,” I tell him, and his eyes widen slightly, like I’m impossible to impress.
I should really stop flirting with him. But I don’t. Saying ‘Fuck it’ and kissing him—here, in his apartment, after he evidently spent all day cleaning and cooking because he knew I was coming over—is a decision. It might be a terrible one, but I lean forward and do it anyway.
His body stiffens as my mouth finds his.
Then, all at once, he relaxes and his arm wraps around my waist as his lips part under mine.
Fire races through my veins, reminding me of the times I’ve stood next to Tre and watched a flame race up a detonating cord.
My body feels exactly how that looks as I run my hands up the back of his neck, entwining them in his hair, tugging him closer to me as I slide my tongue into his mouth.
Tre’s hands slip under my shirt, running over my stomach, and the fire in my veins intensifies. The clenching sensation of need fills my body, hardening my nipples and sending waves of desire emanating from my cunt as I pull Tre closer, stroking my tongue across his.
Then his hands slip from my body. His mouth disappears from mine, and there’s a hard thud. I open my eyes to find Tre on his knees on the floor in front of me. Laughter bursts from my throat. I guess it’s safe to say he’s just as into this as I am.
His cheeks are bright red as he rises to his feet. A dozen smart-ass comments flit through my head. But he’s already avoiding my gaze, clearly finding the situation more embarrassing than funny, so I don’t say any of them as I reach for his hand and step closer.
Finally, his smoky grey eyes meet mine. “Does this mean—”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I say, cutting him off, not wanting him to finish the question because all I know for sure at this point is that I want to sleep with him.
I don’t know what will happen after that.
But I can’t stop thinking about him. About how attractive he is, and how brazen he can be.
About how thoughtful he is, and how every time he touches me—
Tre’s lips are back on mine, chasing the thoughts about tomorrow from my head as his tongue plunges into my mouth and his hand drops to my ass, drawing me closer.
My breath catches as I wrap my arms around his waist. I arch into him, feeling exactly how much he wants this.
He groans when I grind my hips against his, and his hands slip under my shirt once more, sending heat rising up my spine as he raises my shirt higher and higher.
I lift my arms so he can skip the buttons.
“Are you sure about this?” Tre asks as our mouths break apart and my shirt goes over my head. “Because I don’t want to do this if you’re going to regret it tomorrow.”
I want to tell him that I’m sure and leave it at that. But as hot and cold as I’ve been, it’s a fair question that deserves a real answer.
My skin cools as I stand shirtless in front of Tre. If I thought he’d waited until he had me at a disadvantage to ask the question, I’d be pissed. But I know he didn’t. I know I didn’t really give him a chance to ask it before now.
“I’ve spent the last week thinking about this. Actually, it’s been longer than that. Since the campsite. Since that night at the trailer,” I admit. “So no, I won’t regret this tomorrow.”
“What changed?” he asks quietly, apparently needing to be convinced.
“I…” I sigh. “Last week you said to let you know when I’d figured out my feelings, and the truth is I haven’t. Not really.”
Tre’s face falls, and he retreats half a step.
“But,” I hurry to add, stepping forward and closing the distance between us, “I know that I want this—you—now, and I won’t regret it tomorrow. You’re obviously not the same asshole you were in high school. That much is clear. But maybe I am.
“Ewan told me I should spend less time in my head thinking about what I should or shouldn’t do.
And he’s right. That’s pretty much all I’ve been doing for the past two months.
He also said something about how I’d be better off if I just tried it and found out.
So this is me trying to be a different asshole than I was in high school, too,” I say, beginning to feel like I’m babbling.
“I can’t promise that I’ll ever want to do it again, but I can promise I won’t regret it tomorrow. ”
“Ewan literally told you to fuck around and find out?”
“Not exactly those words, but more or less.”
“God,” Tre mutters. “That sounds like him.”
I shrug. “So. Would you like to fuck around and find out with me?”
Tre’s gaze goes fuzzy as he considers it, which is fair since it’s all I’ve been doing for a while now. After what seems like forever, but is probably only a few moments, his grey eyes refocus on my face, and his hand skates across my waist. “Yeah.” He grins. “Sounds like fun.”
I close the last bit of distance between us. “Good. I didn’t know if you had condoms, so I brought some.”
“Oh, so you did come here with ulterior motives,” he comments, and the heat in his voice is unmistakable as his arms wrap around my waist. His fingers move lazily across my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps prickling my skin.
“Yes. I did. When I say I’ve been thinking about this for a while, I mean it. And I like to be prepared. So will you shut up and kiss me now?” The words have barely left my mouth when Tre slides his left hand up my spine, locking it in my hair, bringing our mouths together.
His tongue snakes into my mouth as his right hand glides across the side of my boob, gently caressing it, and I moan softly.
I slip my hands under his shirt. His skin is warm beneath my fingers, and I’m all but certain the same electric tingles are flowing through his body as my palms run up his sides.
Tre steps backward, and I follow without breaking off our kiss, running my hands over his chest. His pecs are firm beneath my touch, and he gasps when I rake my nails over his nipples. I tug his shirt upward, and he raises his arms.
“You know you have beautiful eyes,” I murmur as his gaze locks on mine. “They remind me of a thundercloud. I’ve always liked your eyes. Even when I didn’t like you.” I bring my mouth to his neck and drop my left hand to trail across his stomach.
There’s a sharp inhale as my fingers dip lower, hovering above the waistband of his pants, and we take another step. We’re about halfway down the hallway that must lead to his bedroom. I want us to walk faster, but I also want to drag this out as long as possible.
“Just my eyes?” His voice is breathier than I’ve ever heard it. The sound sends desire flooding through me. I’m already wet enough that he could spin my back to the wall, strip my jeans off, and plunge his dick into my cunt, and the only thing I would do is beg for more.
I nip at his neck. “No. I love your hair too,” I say, raking my nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines behind as a memory before winding my hands into his hair. “It’s so soft.”
I tug on it lightly, and he gasps, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Do you like that?” I question.
“Yes. You pulled on my hair when I boosted you into the trailer.” His eyes are on mine again.
“I know.” We take another step, and I drop my right hand to undo the button on his fly.
“Your eyes are beautiful too,” he replies. “Like emeralds. Or a flame when you add copper to it. Yeah, a flame when you add copper to it. Hot enough to burn, but beautiful all the same.”
The sound of the zipper coming undone seems to echo through the hallway like a distant avalanche as I yank it down.
We take another step, and his hands slide over my shoulders, slipping my bra straps down my arms. I let go of Tre and pull them free.
“I’ve wanted you since you disappeared into the night and left me standing alone on the side of Bridal Mountain.” It’s impossible to miss the need in his voice, and desire coils even tighter between my thighs.
“A little civil disobedience gets you off,” I joke as his hands move to undo the hooks on my bra.
He lets it drop to the floor, just one more piece of clothing strewn in our wake.
“I should’ve figured.” I gasp as his hands run up my torso, gently caressing my boobs, his thumbs stroking my nipples.
Desire flows through my body, spreading outward in tingling waves, amplifying how much I want him.
“You get me off, Fiona.” His eyes are boring into mine.
“You’re beautiful, but you’re also smart.
And fearless. And infuriating in the best possible way,” he adds, drawing me to him, his mouth on mine once more.
We take another step, and I drop my hand to run over him, shoving down the boxers that are in my way until I can wrap my hand around his shaft.
He lets out a long, low groan against my mouth when my skin touches his, and the sound travels through my body.
My cunt has its own percussion line, drumming a pulsating rhythm of need. We take another step. His bedroom door is only feet away now.
I pump my hand along his very large, very erect dick, pulling my mouth from his long enough to say, “You get me off too. It’s going to feel amazing having you inside me.
I think…” I hesitate, unsure how much I want to reveal.
Unsure whether I want him to truly know how much time I’ve spent imagining—no, fantasizing about this.
“You think…?” Tre asks with a low rumble of demand in his voice. We take another step, and he reaches behind him, fumbling for the doorknob with his left hand as his right works the button of my jeans undone.