48. Russ
CHAPTER 48
RUSS
I’ve only been home from Niagara Falls for half an hour when there’s a knock on the door.
I assume it’s someone who lives in the building, but when I answer it, who I find is even better than a neighbour.
“Hi,” Shannon says nervously. “I went home and then it didn’t feel like home. And I didn’t know where else to go.”
My knees almost buckle at the sight of her. “Come here.”
She folds into my chest, letting me hug her tightly. Her hair smells so good. I never want to let her go.
“I got your text,” she mumbles into my chest. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me too, beautiful. And I’m glad you’re not on a plane to Calgary right now.”
She laughs. And then it turns to tears.
“Okay,” I murmur. “Let’s…”
I step back and let her in. “I left in a hurry and just got back, so it’s a bit of a mess.”
I’m self-conscious as I invite her into my space for the first time.
“It’s nice.” She only glances around briefly, and then looks at me again with watery eyes. “It’s been a long week. For both of us.”
“Let’s talk about it, then.” I lead her to my couch.
I sit first, and she curls up right next to me. I ghost my fingertips over her shoulder and up to her cheek. It feels so good to have her within touching range and mine to talk to as much as we want. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
She smiles shyly. “Kiley gave me the door code.”
“Does she know you used it today?”
“Not yet. I’ll probably tell her soon.” She takes a deep breath. “I know we have a lot to talk about, but I need to clear something up first.”
“What’s that?”
“You said you wouldn't kiss another man's wife.”
“Yeah. I?—”
“The thing is that legally, I’m going to be married for another year. And I don’t want to wait a year to kiss you. So I was hoping I could convince you to carve out an exception for me.”
“An exception?”
“Based on circumstances.”
“And what circumstances are those?”
“I’m in love with you.”
I’m focused so closely on her, on her face and her voice and the warmth of her body next to mine, that I hear the words before I feel the words.
And then I’m hauling her into my arms, one hand behind her neck, the other on her hip.
I kiss her hungrily, tasting her mouth for the first time, and she’s sweeter than my dreams ever imagined. I devour her, so hungry, and she kisses me back which is the best part.
She pants into my mouth as she wraps her arms around my neck and licks back against my tongue.
“I love you, too,” I say between kisses. “Everything I said before was just self-preservation. You can have all the kisses you want.”
“I want a lot of them,” she whispers.
“You can kiss me as much as you fucking want.”
She laughs. “I want to kiss you so fucking much.”
I growl happily and cup her arse with my hands, knowing she can feel my erection against her core as she straddles me. “Swear more. Be dirty.”
“I want to kiss you everywhere,” she says breathlessly. “I want to kiss your fucking cock.”
I groan and tip my head back, throat working.
“Please, Russell.” Her voice goes soft and she slides off my lap, kneeling in front of me. “Let me make you feel good.”
I manage to hold on to one final brain cell and I reach down to stop her hands as she goes to my bulge. “Sweetheart, just… If you let me have you, I’m never letting you go.”
She gives me a brilliant, glittering smile I’ve never seen from her before. Shannon has smiled a thousand smiles over the last year that I’ve known her. And none of them have looked half this real. “Never let me go,” she says. “Please.”
And then she frees my cock.
Her fingers wrapped around my erection is the best thing I’ve ever felt. That’s immediately replaced by the sweetness of her lips pressed against my flared crown in a gentle kiss. And then that’s topped by a lick around the tip, teasing where my straining cock has pulled away from my foreskin.
Every step of this blow job is going to destroy me in the most incredible ways.
“What do you like?” Her voice is silky and her gaze is seductive as she strokes me slowly.
“Yes. Anything. Your mouth. I love your mouth already.”
She laughs and takes me between her lips properly.
Holy fuck.
I’ve never felt warmth like this. It’s more than just a sweet mouth, it’s the whole moment. It’s the zero-to-sixty energy that doesn’t feel wrong, at all. It’s a heat that isn’t just inside her, but swirling between us. A heat that demands action.
My hips pulse and she moans around me.
“Yeah?” I’m breathing hard now. “You like that? Fuck, beautiful, tell me I can push my cock into your mouth.”
She nods around me, and I sink my hands into her hair, gently holding her head as I start to thrust. She’s so soft and pliable, such a giving girl, it doesn’t take me long to climb to a quick, powerful release.
“You want to pull off? I’m close. Oh, fuck, Shannon, I’m coming. God damn it.”
She pushes deeper, taking my cock all the way to her throat just in time for the first spurt to pulse straight to her belly.
“That’s so good, sweetheart. Fuck.” I snap my hips up, fucking her mouth again, riding the vision-darkening orgasm instinctively.
She holds me in her mouth until I stop throbbing, and then she licks up the last drops of my seed as she lets my cock go.
I drag her back into my lap. “That’s so sexy,” I say, my words slurred, my head spinning. Then I slant my mouth over hers and taste myself on her tongue.
“I might need to retire from hockey tomorrow,” I mumble.
She laughs. “Why?”
“I never want to let you go.” I press my forehead against hers. “I’ve missed you, Shannon. I know that’s a weird thing to say because you weren’t mine, but?—”
“I’ve missed you, too. I think on some level I was yours. I should have been yours.” She kisses me softly. “I taste like you.”
“You taste incredible.” I exhale happily. “All of orgasms for far too long have been lonely. This was the opposite of that. I can’t believe you’re here. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
She touches her fingers to her own lips. “I’m glad I got a chance to do that. It felt like I owed you that to like, close a loop. I’ve felt bad since that night that you didn’t get a chance to come with me.”
I glide my thumb along her lower lip, swollen from her efforts and the way I lost control at the end. “We don’t need to keep score. I’m going to give you so many orgasms.”
A little cloud passes through her gaze, and she presses her hand to my chest. “It’s not always easy for me. I don’t…orgasms aren’t always the goal, you know?”
“Okay. That’s okay.” I catch her wrist and lift her hand so I can nip at her fingertips. “But you got there with my mouth, right? That works?”
“That might have been helped by the danger of the situation.”
That’s fucking hot. “Yeah?”
“I don’t know.” She relaxes against my chest, tucking her face into my neck.
“We’ll figure it out together.” I rub her back. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“The memory of you moaning to being called a slut haunts me in the best way. It feels like I haven’t slept a full night since. I wake up in the middle of the night, desperate to get my hands on a ghost. To pin you down and make you moan like that again.”
Her breathing changes. She inhales shakily, then holds it before slowly letting it out. “Really?”
“I’ll never lie to you.”
She slowly lifts her head.
“I’m not a good girl,” she says softly. Her gaze is steady, but part of it is far away. “Never have been. Not really. I made a choice to be more like that when I married Max, and I came to regret it, because it’s not really me. Deep down, I’m afraid that I’m the dirty slut Max sees me as.”
Frustration burns inside me as I hear her voice hitch. “The way I see it, there’s no conflict between being a dirty slut and being a good girl. What if I want you to be that dirty girl for me? Be my slut? If you can do that for me, then that’s a very good girl indeed.”
Tears fill her eyes again.
I tangle our fingers together. “I want to know the real you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. And anyone worthy of you would say the same thing.”
“Nobody ever has.”
“That’s their loss. But I love you. And I want you, exactly as you are. Slutty, horny, funny, smart, soft.” I wipe away the tears that have slipped out of her shimmering eyes. “If we’re sharing secrets, then you should know Emery and I were never like that, ye ken?”
Her eyes flare at the thickening of my usually mild Scottish accent. “Never?”
I shake my head. “It was part of a silly plan. I was supposed to get over you.”
“How’d that work out?”
“Turns out, it’s impossible.”
“And Emery was that rebound plan?”
I laugh. “Oh God, looking back that was fucking dafty. The cottage was the first step in that plan, and then Max invited everyone and Emery was an emergency stop gap. There was never anything between us.” I trace the curve of Shannon’s breast. “She wanted to play matchmaker so badly.”
“I did think it was odd how she underlined that she wasn’t jealous. She even made it sound like you had an open relationship.”
“That’s funny. I, on the other hand, am a deeply territorial man who does not want to share what’s mine.”
“What’s yours?”
“Or in this case, who is mine.”
“And who is yours?”
“You are. You’re mine. My beautiful woman.” I roll her onto back and crawl on top of her. “My slut, too.”