Chapter 40 “Make You Mine” - PUBLIC
“Make You Mine” - PUBLIC
Rhett
The look on Saylor’s face scares me more than anything else. She looks unsure about me, and I panic for the first time since she left. How could I have been so naive? I thought she’d take me back if I apologized in person.
“Babe, I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m sorry for walking out on you. I’m sorry for not listening to what you had to say, for not believing you the first time.” I entwine our fingers. “But mostly, I’m sorry for hurting you.”
I’m not sure what I expected—gratitude perhaps, or at the very least forgiveness—but Saylor still looks frozen.
My heart is pounding like I’ve just snorted two lines of coke. “Can you forgive me?” I ask.
“I—” Her words get trapped in that luscious mouth of hers.
“I know I don’t deserve you. But I’m pretty sure I’ll die if you don’t say yes. You like to do charity work, don’t you?”
This is enough to snap her out of her trance. Her eyes dance with that fire that hits me harder than any drug. “A charity case, huh?” she says.
I shrug and give her a small smile. “Whatever it takes.”
She drops her gaze down to the colorful blanket in her lap, which looks like something my grandma would have had in her house in the seventies. “I’m sorry too. For everything.”
It’s quiet enough that I barely hear it, but the second it registers, I have to ball my hands into fists to keep from dragging her onto my lap. I know how easily she scares, and I’m willing to go as slowly as I need to in order to win her back.
I lift her chin with my finger, causing her eyes to find mine again. “Don’t apologize. It was an honest mistake.”
She starts to shake her head, but I can’t resist any longer. I lean forward and take her mouth with mine. It’s as soft as pillows and tastes like chamomile tea. She surrenders beneath me, and my heart soars all the way to the fucking clouds.
I gently release her and ease back just enough to read her eyes. It’s become my favorite hobby. I allow a slow smile to lift the corners of my mouth. “I know what that expression means,” I murmur.
She looks skeptical. “What?”
“It means ‘take me to bed and fuck me until I scream.’”
A tiny gasp leaves her mouth, which is all the confirmation I need that I’ve hit the nail on the head, and now it’s time for me to hit something else. I yank her toward me, depositing her into my lap.
She gasps again. “That felt like a move.”
I bury my nose in her neck. “It was.”
“A practiced move,” she emphasizes.
I pull back to look at her. “And by practice, you mean . . .”
She rolls her eyes in faux irritation, which turns to bliss when I gently bite her collarbone. “I mean, you’ve done this before. Quite often, by the feel of it.”
I continue nibbling my way across her chest, sweating at the thought of having her breasts in my mouth very soon. “Are you referring to sex or pulling girls into my lap?”
She tries to sound annoyed, but she can’t hide how much she’s enjoying this. It starts as a groan but ends as a whimper. “Everyone knows how much sex you’ve had, so obviously I was referring to the other.”
“Mmm,” I say into her skin. “This would be the first time.” My hands are fastened to her waist, and I feel her stiffen.
“Please don’t lie to me, Rhett,” she says softly.
I draw back immediately. “Swear to god, baby.”
“Then why did it feel so natural?” There’s a caution in her eyes that tells me I still have a long way to go before fully earning her trust.
“Maybe because I’ve been dreaming about doing it since the first time we sat on this sofa?”
She blinks those dark eyes as she takes this in. “I knew you were up to no good that day.”
I grin, guilty as fuck. “I’ve had a lot of fantasies about this particular piece of furniture.”
“How many of them involve the world’s sexiest polo shirt?” She glances down at her red work uniform.
“It’s a different spin, but I’m here for it.” I reach for the bottom hem and yank it hard, tearing it right up the middle. “There’s a lot you can do with clothes, even if they’re ugly as fuck.”
She gasps out a laugh as she looks down at her ruined shirt. “Now what am I going to do?”
“I say we burn it.” I pull it off her and throw it across the room.
She’s straddling me, wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of polyester pants. It takes every ounce of self-control I possess—which I’ll admit isn’t a lot—not to tear both of them off her as well.
I take her breasts in my hands, flicking my thumbs across her nipples through the lace. Her breathing goes raspy. I press my mouth against her clavicle, savoring the flavor of her and wanting nothing more than to taste her further south. My dick pulses inside my jeans, eager to get to work.
“God, you’re delicious,” I murmur.
I reach into her bra and tug her free, letting the softness of her boobs fill my hands. She pushes her chest forward, so I take them into my mouth one at a time. A soft moan slips past her lips, and she shudders when I trail a finger down to her waistband.
“Let’s get rid of these,” I tell her, tugging gently on her pants.
She lifts her ass high enough for me to pull them off and discard them with the shirt, revealing a lacy black thong that matches the bra. I freeze.
“Who’d you wear these for?” There’s no way she anticipated this happening today. The shock on her face when I showed up at the counter told me that much. My eyes are still on her thong, which—goddamnit—might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes blink open, and she glances down at her matching set of underwear. Then she shrugs, fucking shrugs, like it’s of no consequence. “Myself.”
I’m relieved, but also frustrated. “Don’t wear this stuff around me unless you want to get thoroughly and properly fucked,” I grind out.
She sucks in a breath. “I’ll keep that in mind. Sir.”
My cock strains at my fly. “Careful, or I’ll fuck that smart mouth.”
“Is that a threat?” She quirks her lips into a teasing smile. “Or a promise?”
I give her a nonplussed look and flick her bra strap. “Take this off.”
She does, and it hits a nearby potted plant. She doesn’t even glance over, her eyes glued to mine.
“Good girl,” I say, before taking her freed breast into my mouth again.
She moans and pushes into me even further. I reward her eagerness with an extra hard suck, and her back bows for me.
“Lie down,” I say once I’m able to release her. She tastes so damn good, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
She complies, leaning back until she’s resting against the orange fabric of this crazy sofa, which has starred in a few too many of my fantasies. I run my hand down the length of her, stopping when I reach her underwear. My eyes narrow as I take her in.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I murmur. “Just considering how I want to play with you this time.”
Her breathing turns more ragged the longer I stare at her, making me question how wet she’s becoming for me. I drag a finger under her thong and through her seam.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I say with wonder.
A tiny hysterical laugh floats out of her mouth. “I could have told you that.”
I grind my knuckle into her and relish the way she arches for more. “God, you’re slick. I can’t wait to eat you out.”
Her face turns panicked. “Rhett, I’m going to come if you do.”
I breathe out a chuckle. “Good.” Then I drop down between her legs, take my time dragging her thong off, and bury my face in the lips of the only pussy I want for the rest of my life.
She gasps as I suck her clit. “Rhett, oh god.” Her hands reach down and tangle in my hair, pulling me even closer in that way she does, until I’m pretty sure nothing exists in this world except me and her, right here in this moment.
Saylor is not quiet when I make love to her, and I hope the whole world hears how much she enjoys this. She screams my name as the walls of her pussy squeeze around my tongue. I continue thrusting it in, deeper and deeper, until she finishes.
When I rise up to look at her, she doesn’t look satisfied, only more ravenous than before. “What do you need?” I ask her.
“I need you,” she whimpers.
“I want to hear you say it.”
She swallows. “I need you inside me.”
I groan at the thought of finally pushing my dick into her again, of being buried so deep that my balls slap against her. “I’ll be inside of you, all right. So hard and so deep you won’t know what hit you.”
She gives an answering moan. “How soon? Because I need you, like, right now.”
“I’m coming, baby.” I don’t even bother taking off my pants, just roll on a condom. I reach for her legs and push them up so her knees are bent. She hugs them against herself, opening herself up for me like a flower in bloom.
Her pussy is red and raw from my mouth, and I can’t resist one more taste. She bucks against me, but I hold her in place as I ravish her once more with my tongue. Finally, when my cock is screaming for his turn, I press a kiss to her folds and rise.
I slide my tip just inside her, making sure I’m positioned correctly. She shifts beneath me, ready for me to claim her, but I fully intend to savor every second of this. When I’m confident I won’t last much longer, I thrust in as far as I can go.
God, she feels good. Like a fucking fantasy come to life.
She arches her back off the sofa and tilts her hips in a way that allows me to drive deeper than I’ve ever gone before.
I look down to watch the joining of our bodies, the place where our flesh is slapping together, making wet noises thanks to how drenched she is.
She opens her eyes, and together we watch as I fuck her on her orange sofa. Somewhere, her cat is probably watching, too.
I reach down between us. When I find her clit, I pinch it, making her cry out. She tightens around me, and when her release comes, my cock doesn’t have a choice but to pulse into her as well. I hold her tightly as we both climax.
When it’s over, I stay on top of her and inside her, not ready for this to be over yet. “I love you, Saylor Jones,” I say.