Chapter 32 #2
He caught my mouth with his, breathing heavily and barely making a sound as his hips bucked over and over, spilling deep. I thrummed around him with whatever energy I had left, whimpering into our messy kiss and tangling my fingers in his hair.
My thighs trembled at his sides as he slowly rose again. Sweat gleamed on his skin, and I could still feel him finishing, throbbing until there was no more to give.
“Fuck,” he panted heavily, glancing at my thighs. The sight of them quivering brought a smile to his mouth. He straightened the towel beneath us and held the base of his cock as he withdrew.
I closed my eyes at the sensation, giving him one last squeeze. Everything down there was completely sensitive to touch, especially when he lightly slid the tip of his cock over my clit. It sent one last orgasmic spasm through my body, and I laughed faintly because of it.
“Tease,” I muttered, brushing my hair away from my face as he cleaned up. Me first, and then himself before he folded the towel in a way for me to have a clean side to rest on.
On slightly quaking legs, Dean huffed a laugh, lowered himself to the ground beside the window seat, and rested his head back on my bare thigh. His dark hair was soft against my skin.
“I’m happy you stayed,” I said, speaking softly as I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow. The movement caused the strap of my lingerie to fall from my shoulder.
Dean tracked it with his eyes and raised an eyebrow. Turning in his place on the floor, he slung his arm up on the edge of the seat and placed a hand on my thigh. “Because of the sex?”
I nudged the back of his head with my thigh playfully. “I’m happy you’re here with me. You keep me sane when it comes to dealing with my parents and everything else that’s been going on.”
His eyes softened, and he kissed my thigh. “I’m happy I stayed too. I don’t think I would’ve been able to sleep if I didn’t.”
“Not that we’ve done a lot of that yet anyway.”
“You’re the one who snuck into my room.”
“And you’re the one who texted first.”
“Only because you wanted me to stay.”
“Because I knew you wanted to.” I leaned closer to his face, screwing up my nose as I smiled.
He mirrored my expression but then kissed the tip of my nose. “Fair enough.”
A little smug, I straightened where I sat and yawned.
Dean dropped his head back into my lap, pondering something as he looked ahead.
I couldn’t help but admire his eyelashes. Why did guys always have such pretty eyelashes?
“Do you remember heading into the King’s County Courthouse ten-ish years ago?”
The question was so random, I stalled before responding. “I guess? I’m not sure about ten years ago, to be exact, but I did go there a lot to meet up with Dad sometimes… Why?”
“I don’t suppose you remember a young guy leaning against the wall outside it once? Puffing on a cigarette, thinkin’ he was a badass…” He looked up at me. There was a nostalgic light in his gray-blue eyes.
I frowned and shook my head slowly. “No, I don’t think so—”
The day of my first violin lesson.
I hated every second of that lesson and every one that followed — my fingers ached, the teacher was mean, and all I wanted to do was read or draw. That same afternoon, I was meeting with my dad at the courthouse after school before going home.
And there was a boy, with black hair, and sad gray-blue eyes, leaning against the building.
My eyes focused on Dean again as he watched me come to the realization. “No way.”
All he did was smile up at me.
“That was you?”
“Who’da thought?”
I was happily speechless, until I remembered something else from that day — someone else. “Your dad… He held the door for me, didn’t he?” The man who had brought so much pain and sadness to Dean and his mother had held the door for me.
And smiled at me.
Dean inhaled as he looked ahead. “Yep…”
I pressed my lips together, hit by a wave of empathy, and guided his head back to rest in my lap again.
Providing enough distraction to pull him from those thoughts, I lightly brushed several dark strands of his hair from his forehead.
His eyes slid shut, and his body relaxed against the seat.
After a moment, his eyebrows twitched with a thought.
“I’ve gotta ask…” He turned halfway around and slung his arm on the edge of the seat. It brushed against my thigh. “What happened to the glasses?”
“My eyes improved.”
His mouth twitched. “Did you have a lazy eye or somethin’?”
I lightly back-handed his bicep as I laughed quietly. “I had bad headaches, you ass.”
“Oh. I’m an ass, am I?” He raised his right eyebrow, putting emphasis on the scar running through it.
I brought my face closer, keeping my mouth inches from his. “Hottest ass around,” I muttered, and kissed him.
He angled his head back for better access as my hands smoothed down to his chest.
There was a pattern of short pauses between each slow kiss, along with tongue and nibbling that sent butterflies zooming around my stomach.
Dean’s heart thundered beneath my palm as he hummed deeply, and then moved his hand up my thigh, over my hip, and settled it on the side of my waist. When we pulled apart, there was a shadow of the smile from earlier still lingering on his face as he took in every inch of me with his lust-filled gaze.
I looped my fingers under the delicate hem of the lingerie and slowly peeled it up, leaving myself completely naked while my hair fell messily around my shoulders.
He continued to watch, turning around to face the seat while I turned too.
This time, I rested my back against the curtain — pressing it against the window pane — and parted my legs.
Dean’s eyes dropped and he cocked his head back with a sigh as he crawled along the few inches of floor to me.