Chapter 54 – Waylon
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fifty-four
Waylon
Once I had shoes on again, Josie held my hand all the way across the lot to my truck. I didn’t let go until I had to put the truck in gear.
We were quiet all the way back to the cottage. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around hers. Neither of us seemed ready to find out what happened if we let go.
Inside the cottage, she caught me looking at her and tipped her head toward the hall. “Bedroom?”
“Fuck yes.” I locked the door and followed her down the hall.
By the time we reached the bedroom, I was done pretending I had any patience. Her coat hung open, her hair was coming loose, and her cheeks were still pink from the cold. I tugged the coat off her shoulders and dropped it.
“Arms up,” I said.
She lifted them.
I pulled off her sweater and the shirt under it, taking my time because I’d missed this. I’d missed her. I got the clasp of her bra with two fingers, slid the straps down her arms, then worked her leggings over her hips and down her legs until she stood naked in front of me.
Christ, she was beautiful. Gray light from the window caught the gold in her copper skin and the highlights in her hair. I knew exactly where I wanted to start.
So did my dick.
“You’re staring,” she said.
“I’ve missed this.” I dropped to my knees and put my hands on the backs of her thighs. “Hold on to me.”
“Waylon—” she started.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She put a hand in my hair and pulled me closer. I put my mouth on her.
I groaned against her, and her thighs tightened under my palms.
When her legs started to shake, I eased her back toward the bed and followed on my knees.
Hockey knees. Finally good for something.
When she sat on the edge of the bed, I pushed her knees apart.
I put my mouth back on her. I’d thought about this every night she was gone. “Fuck,” I said against her. “I missed how you taste.”
Her hand tightened in my hair, tugging just enough to sting. I liked it. I dragged my tongue through her folds, slow, and when I reached her clit she jolted under my mouth.
Her knees jerked inward. I eased back. “Too much?”
“No.” She pulled me closer by the hair. That was all I needed. I held her open and worked my tongue against her clit until she gasped.
“That’s it,” I said. “Hold on. Pull if you have to. I want to feel it.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth and she jerked, her heels digging into my back. I worked her with the flat of my tongue, quick and steady, and she started rocking against my face.
I didn’t tease her. I’d waited too damn long to have her back.
She was slick against my chin, and every sound she made went straight to my cock.
“Waylon,” she gasped, hips bucking. “Oh God, Waylon—”
“Again,” I said, and went right back to work.
She said my name over and over, breathless and broken. I dragged my tongue up slow, then flicked the tip against her clit, quick and mean, and she nearly came off the bed.
I pulled her closer. I wasn’t done, not even close. I spread her wider and licked lower.
I worked my way lower until my tongue brushed her ass, and she went rigid.
“Waylon,” she gasped.
I looked up. “Want me to stop?”
“I’ve never...” Her voice trailed off.
“That’s not an answer, Flash.”
“Don’t stop. I was just surprised.”
I grinned. “Good surprised?”
“Very good surprised.”
I dipped back down, dragging my tongue through her before I returned to that spot. I went slowly, giving her time to change her mind. She didn’t. Her fingers loosened in my hair, then tightened again when I circled the tip of my tongue against her.
“Oh,” she breathed, startled by herself.
I kept it slow until her thighs shook against my shoulders and her hand tightened in my hair.
Then she tugged hard enough to make my scalp sting.
“Oh God, Waylon. I think—” Her voice broke. “I think I’m gonna—”
I went back to her clit, sucking hard while I pressed two fingers into her and curled them up. She was so wet I slid in easily, and the way she clenched around me damn near made me lose it.
“Come for me,” I said. “I’ve got you.”
She came so hard she shouted my name.
Her back arched off the bed and her thighs clamped around my head, her heels digging into me hard enough to bruise.
I kissed the inside of her thigh. “You okay?”
“Oh. My. God.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I moved up her body until we were face-to-face. “Tell me what you want next.”
She looked up at me, flushed and still trying to catch her breath. “Don’t go easy on me.”
“You sure?”
“I trust you,” she said. “And I want you.”
“Good.” I kissed her hard, then turned her over slowly. “You want me to stop, you say it.”
She looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes dark. “What, are you going to spank me or something?”
I looked down at her ass, and my palm flexed. “Only if you ask nicely.”
I ditched the rest of my clothes and climbed onto the bed behind her. She was on her knees in a wide stance, resting on her elbows.
Fuck. Me.
I was so hard it hurt. I lined myself up and pushed into her in one slow stroke. She shoved back to take the rest of me, and my thighs shook. I wrapped her hair around my fist and tugged just enough to bring her head back.
“There you are,” I said. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, you do.” I dragged out slowly and drove back in hard enough to move her up the bed. She grabbed for the sheets. “Hold on, Flash.”
I put my mouth on the back of her neck and bit down, just enough for her to feel my teeth. She came again so fast, clenching around me until I had to stop and breathe.
I gave her a few breaths, then started moving again, one hand in her hair and the other spread across her hip.
She pushed back to meet every stroke while I told her how good she felt and how much I’d missed this. When she came again, my name came out loud enough for the whole cottage to hear.
“That’s it.” I could barely get the words out. “No more sneaking, remember? Lights on. Loud enough for the whole cottage. So let them hear.”
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “One more. Please.”
I reached under her but waited until she pushed back into me.
I pressed two fingers to her clit and worked tight circles while I drove into her. Her whole body locked around me, and I held her until the last tremor passed.
I eased out and rolled her onto her back. She flung an arm over her eyes, chest heaving.
“I need a minute,” she panted. “I can’t feel my legs. Give me a minute.”
“Take one.” I dropped beside her and dragged air into my lungs.
“Sixty seconds,” she warned. “Start counting.”
I waited until her breathing settled, then held out a hand. “You want to be done?”
“Not a chance.” She looked down at my still-hard cock, climbed on top of me, and braced her hands on my chest. I pushed her hair out of her face so I could see all of her.
“Go however you want,” I said. “But look at me while you do it. I want to watch you take me.”
She sank onto me an inch at a time, her eyes locked on mine. When she was seated all the way down, we both stopped breathing.
“There,” I said. “Just like that. Now ride me, baby. Take what you need.”
She started slowly, finding her rhythm, rolling her hips down onto me. I kept my hands light on her waist and let her set the pace.
That was when the phone buzzed against the nightstand hard enough to rattle the lamp. I turned my head and looked at the screen.
It was Marcus. Of fucking course it was. He’d already lost, but he still had to get the last word.
“Answer it,” Josie panted. “But don’t you dare stop.”
“Oh, I’m answering it.” I swiped and put the phone to my ear. Whatever he’d rehearsed, he started in on it. I didn’t hear a word. “Can’t talk,” I said, watching Josie ride me, flushed and biting her lip to keep from laughing. “I’m busy fucking my girlfriend.”
I hung up, turned the phone face down, and looked back at her. “That should do it.”
She laughed and lost her rhythm for half a second, then found it again.
“He’s going to tell everyone you answered during sex.”
“Good. It’ll be the truest thing he says all year.”
Her head tipped back. Her rhythm picked up. I watched her chase it, watched her get close, felt her start to flutter around me, and then I sat up, wrapped an arm around her back, and rolled us.
She cried out and clawed at my back. I’d pulled her off the edge, and she was pissed.
“No. I was right there. I was—”
“I know.” I settled over her, sinking back into her slowly, and pinned one of her hands beside her head. “I know exactly where you were.”
“You did that on purpose.”
“Absolutely.”
“I hate you.”
“Liar.” I started moving again, deep and unhurried, keeping her right at the edge. She hooked her heels behind me and tried to drag me deeper.
Then she got even.
She clenched around me, slow and deliberate, and my whole rhythm stuttered. I dropped my forehead to hers and swore.
“Josie—”
She did it again, timing it to my strokes, gripping me every time I pulled out. My control started to slip, and I couldn’t get it back.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“I know exactly where you are,” she said sweetly, throwing my line back at me. Then she did it again. She had me, and the grin on her face said she knew it.
“You’re not playing fair,” I panted.
“Neither were you.” She rolled her hips up to meet me and clenched at the same time. I made a sound I’d have been embarrassed about with anybody else. “Say it again.”
“Josie—”
“Say it.” She tightened around me again. “I want to hear it while I’ve got you like this.”
“I love you.” My voice broke on it. “I love you. God, I love you. Now please—”
“Mmm.” She watched me fight for control and smiled. “Good.”
She made me wait another second.
“I love you too,” she said.
Then she squeezed me one last time and let herself come. I went with her, buried as deep as she’d take me, and said it against her mouth until I couldn’t say anything at all.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
After, I collapsed half on her and half beside her. She wrapped herself around me, and neither of us moved for a long time.
“You cheated,” I said finally, into her hair.
“I learned from the best.” She was smiling. I could hear it. “Also, for the record, that’s the first time in my life I’ve ever won anything against a Division One athlete.”
“You didn’t win. I let you.”
“You did not let me. You begged.”
I had begged. We both knew it. I kissed the top of her head and let her have the win.
She tipped her head up and looked at me, pink-faced and grinning. She’d never looked better.
“Say it one more time,” she said. “I’m not sick of it yet.”
“I love you,” I said. “Every day. In the dining hall, at your meets, on the trail at five in the morning when you’re smoking me. Out loud. I’m done hiding it for anybody.”
“Okay,” she whispered, and put her head back down over my heart.
“Okay?”
“Okay. I’m holding you to it.”
Good. I wanted her to.