Chapter Twenty-Five
Gemma
Two weeks later…
“Stop,” I say, breathless. “We’re going to get caught.”
Two groans, pulling his lips away from my neck where he’d been hell-bent on giving me a hickey. He also slips his hand out from under my shirt. This is the problem with us. Whenever we’re alone together—which is rare these days—we collide with the fire of a thousand suns.
But we’re always at risk of getting caught by someone who would frown heavily at seeing the two of us maul each other.
As much as I love our stolen moments, I want more. I want the two of us to have time to explore each other’s bodies. I want to take the final step of physical intimacy with Two, but I don’t want to be rushed.
His large, bony hand cradles my face as he searches my gaze. Then a devious grin curls his lips up. “I know where we can go for some privacy.”
I rack my brain for what that place here at Hemingford Hall may be and land on the hidden room we found.
“I know which closet they keep their linens in,” Two continues with a twinkle in his eyes. “Towels too. I could meet you in there in five.” His brows knit together. “That is, if you really want to.”
I’m still panting from our hot make-out session. Of course I do. Now that the possibility is finally here, though, I’m nervous.
“I want to,” I squeak out.
“But?”
“I’m scared.”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “We don’t have to, Golden.”
“I do want to, though.” I gnaw on my bottom lip. “Will it hurt?”
“I don’t think so,” he answers, though he doesn’t seem sure. “If it does, we’ll stop. I’ll do my best to make you feel good.”
His sweet words chase away my unease. I nod and grin at him before I can change my mind. He gives me another quick peck on my lips before he slips out of Alexander’s office on a hunt for the supplies we’ll need. Meanwhile, I peek out the doorway to make sure Paula or Gregory aren’t lurking.
Coast is clear.
I hurry over to the bookshelf and push inside. Now that we know how to access the room, it happens much easier than before. I turn on my flashlight on my phone and set it on the end table by the bed so that the light points up, illuminating the dark space. Then I wait awkwardly for Two to come back.
We’re really going to do this.
A shiver of anticipation ripples down my spine. I always wanted my first time to be with someone special. Two is the most unique, bizarre, and completely lovable man I’ve ever met. Sharing this with him will be special. I just know it.
He slips in through the bookcase door and closes it behind him. I stand aside, watching him as he lays out a sheet on the old, thin mattress. He tosses a towel on the bed beside it.
Now what?
Thankfully, I don’t have to make the next move. Two prowls over to me, intent on his target. Me. With his back to the light, I can’t see his darkened face, but I feel his eyes roving over me nonetheless.
“I’m so fucking happy I met you, Golden.”
“Likewise, buddy.”
He snorts and then gently kisses my mouth. The soft, sweet kiss turns desperate quickly. Between my pants and mewls, he manages to pull off my sweatshirt and then his. Next, he removes our undershirts. I save him the trouble of figuring out the clasp of my bra and unhook it with a flick of my fingers. Once it’s unfastened, he tugs it away, practically throwing it.
“So beautiful.” Two cups my breasts and sweeps his thumbs over my nipples. “Perfect. Like you, Golden.”
“You can’t see them,” I whisper, trembling at his touch.
“Everything about you is beautiful. I don’t have to see them right now to know this.”
His words melt my heart and then his mouth is back on mine. We each fiddle with our own jeans and awkwardly yank out of them while still managing to kiss. Somewhere in all that chaos, we kick out of our shoes, too. When his big hands cup my ass over my panties, I let out a gasp.
“Still good?” he murmurs. “We don’t have to go any further.”
I cup his straining cock over his boxers. “No. I want this. Now.”
He yanks down my panties and then does the same with his boxers. We’re naked. Completely naked. Well, aside from our socks, but neither of us seems eager to remove those. With practiced ease, he lifts me up by my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, whimpering when his erection rubs against my pussy.
This is it.
We’re going to seal the deal.
Us.
He gently lowers us to the ancient bed. It squeaks and protests under our weight but doesn’t collapse. Now that we’re closer to the light, I can see his handsome face.
“You’re beautiful too, you know,” I whisper, admiring how gorgeous he is. “I like staring at you.”
He smirks. “Weirdo.”
A small laugh tumbles out of me and then he’s kissing it away. I expected for him to get right to business, but he doesn’t. Slowly, he starts kissing down my chest, taking time to suck on each of my nipples along the way.
“W-What are you doing?” I ask, groaning with need. “I, uh, I don’t know what to do.”
He nips at my stomach. “Spread your legs and try to stay quiet.”
His filthy words have my heart doing a summersault. I part my thighs as he makes his way lower and lower and lower and—oh God! The slick flick of his tongue along my clit has me seeing immediate stars. Before I can even recover, he’s licking again and again. I can’t help but thread my fingers into his hair and tug, desperately needing whatever it is he can give to me.
And oh my God does he deliver.
I’ve seen the man tongue his butterscotch candies wildly and his tongue on my clit is no different. He licks and sucks at it as though it’s just as sweet as his beloved treat. All I can do is stifle my needy moans and hang on for the duration of this Two ride.
As he torments my clit, I feel one of his fingertips slicking over my opening. Then, gently, he eases it inside me. My mind runs wild with the sensation and wondering what it’d feel like to have more of him inside me. All of him. Satisfied that I can easily take his finger, he urges another one inside. This stings at the stretch, but I love it.
“More,” I beg, tugging at his hair. “I need more.”
He pulls off my clit long enough to breathe out, “Come first, Gemma. Come all over my tongue, pretty girl.”
His words have me spiraling with lust and love and longing. I don’t ever want to lose this feeling. Two has opened me up to a world I never knew existed. He expertly massages me inside my body while teasing me on the outside. It doesn’t take long before I detonate with a strangled cry. He reaches a long arm up my torso and covers my mouth, stifling the sound while I quiver and jolt from my orgasm.
Sensing I’m past the loud part, he removes his hand off my mouth and then pulls his fingers out of me. I feel empty and boneless. When he gets off the bed completely, my heart starts to pound with panic.
“W-Where are you going?”
He returns seconds later, flashing a condom at me. “I’m still here, Golden. I’m always here.”
I watch in fascination as he tears open the foil and slides the rubber down over his impressive cock. Then he uses his wet fingers to coat the outside of his sheathed cock.
“Ready?”
“More than ever.”
With his cock in hand, Two prowls over my body until our mouths meet for a fiery kiss. I can taste the distinct flavor of my own juices on his tongue mixed with a faint hint of butterscotch. I decide it’s not terrible and I love how it got to be there in the first place. He lines up the tip of his cock against my center but doesn’t push inside.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers against my mouth. “I think I have since the second I saw you.”
Before I can react, he begins pushing his thickness into my tight body. I whimper, a mix of pleasure and slight pain. My eyes sting, still hung up on his profession.
He loves me.
Can he love me so soon?
Are we crazy to be in love?
I decide I don’t care about timelines or what should be. I focus on the here and now. Us. The perfect beauty of the two of us coming together. He sinks all the way into my body and I hear him chanting something against my ear.
“Relax. Gemma, baby, relax. Don’t cry. Should I stop?”
I come to, realizing I’m quietly sobbing. But not because I want him to stop. It’s because he’s perfect for me. I love him too.
“Don’t stop,” I croak out. “I need you to keep going. I need this.”
He finds my mouth again, kissing me so reverently I start to cry harder. I feel like an idiot for crying during sex, but it’s just so…powerful.
“Babe, tell me if I’m hurting you,” he pleads, sounding pained. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m no expert at this. If I’m doing it wrong—”
I silence him with a desperate kiss, digging my heels into his ass cheeks and drawing him closer to me. The kiss quickly turns frantic and then he’s thrusting inside me. Yes, it burns. Yes, every push inside me feels like he’s wrecking my inexperienced body. Do I want to stop? Hell no.
The next few moments go by in a blur of moans, pleas, and buzzes of pleasure. Though I can’t make myself come again, I’m eager for him to orgasm. Not just because I want that for him, but because I’m already feeling so sore. I imagine it’s something my body will get used to with time. Finally, he grunts and then stiffens. I cry out when he nips at my lip. Then, pulsing can be felt inside me as his cock unloads.
This only goes on for a few seconds and then he collapses on me, completely spent. As we both relax, I stroke my fingers up and down his muscular back. We’re both slick with sweat. My throat is dry and I’m not sure I can even speak. Luckily, we’re able to just lie there for a bit. The only sound is our rapid breathing that eventually slows.
“You okay?” Two asks, breath tickling over my breast where his head rests. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“It was perfect,” I rasp out. “Thank you.”
“It was perfect for me too. Now that we’ve done this, I’m going to want to bang the shit out of you every time I see you.”
I snort out a laugh and immediately stifle it. “That could get awkward considering we’re around others most of the times we’re together.”
“Fuck others,” he says grumpily. “When I move out, I’m going to have you every night in my bed.”
That sounds like something to really look forward to.
I want to ask him about meeting his dads soon. Despite our secret being revealed, we haven’t found a time that works for everyone. With me and Two knee-deep in our project and obsessed with each other, neither of us has tried very hard to make this happen. Deep down, I wonder if Two’s still apprehensive about the meeting and is avoiding it. I know I’m a bit nervous.
My phone buzzes on the end table, distracting me from my uneasy thoughts. Two reaches over and grabs it for me. I turn the flashlight off to make sure I haven’t missed any messages from Dad, but it’s just a junk email. Two is gentle and sweet as he cleans my slick arousal up between my thighs. Then he slides off the bed to tug off the used condom.
“Hey, Two?”
“Yeah, Golden?”
“I love you too.”
When we leave the confines of the secret room, we’re different people. Two stares at me like I’m the answer to life’s most intriguing mysteries. I can’t help gawking at the good-looking guy who loves me and just made love to me. If we were inseparable before, we’ll be even worse now.
We actually do manage to get some work done and when it gets late, we leave Hemingford Hall hand in hand. It’s no surprise to find another note and flower. At this point, I don’t even read them anymore. Two growls under his breath as I toss the flower and tuck the note away in my purse to show Dad and Sloane later.
“Fucking Phil Draper,” Two mutters. “I’m going to kill him.”
The mayor, and one of our newly cleared suspects, has been getting all our stalker hate. Since we don’t know who it is, this gives us someone to blame. It’s an inside joke between us. Poor Phil really is innocent.
Jude, the expert online digger he is, tore apart Phil from the inside out. The guy is a bit of a douchebag, but he’s otherwise harmless. I know Jude really wanted someone to pin this stalker stuff on, but Phil just wasn’t our guy.
“We should probably change the name to Hiroshi Tanaka,” I say, glancing up at Two. “Since Phil’s been cleared.”
Two’s features twist with pity. Not exactly a look I like seeing on him. I guess our joke’s not that funny. He already thinks I’m being paranoid.
“If it turns out to be Tanaka, you owe me big,” I say with a pout. “You’re not always right, Tristan Sheridan.”
He scoffs at the use of his full name. “Mostly, I am.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, what time is it?”
“Nine, I think.”
“Shoot,” I exclaim, pulling away from him to dig around in my purse. “They’re supposed to send out acceptance letters for the workshop.”
I flip over to my email and find the email from the dean straightaway. Approved. Within the email are all the details, including location, time, and appropriate attire to wear.
“I got in,” I shriek. “Check yours!”
Two pats his pockets until he finds his phone. He goes too slow for my liking, but eventually, his face lights up. “I’m in too!”
We both laugh with excitement and hug. Tanaka, my alleged stalker, may have thought he was getting to me tonight, but nothing could ruin this perfect evening.
Nothing.