Chapter 35 #2
Suddenly, a slight ping interrupted my thoughts.
I automatically grabbed the phone from the nightstand.
Probably updates from the office. But before realizing it wasn’t mine, I was reading a text message from Dad: ‘Couldn’t reach you.
Consider my offer again. It’s a great opportunity, it would be stupid to waste it.
Wayde’s Publishing would love to have you.
They have an opening, and I’ve known the CEO as long. ..’
The message cut off before I could read the rest.
Wayde’s Publishing. It’s a big company. Her dad was offering her a job that fit the exact future she wanted. And she was ignoring it? Avoiding it? Or was this just another thing she couldn’t accept because it had been handed to her?
A strange unease settled in my chest. As much as I wanted her to be happy, I also wanted her to be smart.
I heard the sound of footsteps and quickly set her phone back on the nightstand. Hazel returned, and the restless feeling eased. She climbed into bed, and I nestled between her legs, resting my head on her stomach, pressing soft kisses beside her belly button.
“Hey, I have a question for you, too.” Her fingers combed through my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp.
“I’m listening.”
“It’s kind of personal.”
“Maybe you should work for it then,” I teased back, biting into her hip.
She laughed and tugged my hair a little harder than necessary, so I squeezed her ass in return, my hand already beneath her.
“How many... ahh, sexual partners have you had?”
I froze. Not from awkwardness, rather surprise. Lifting my head, I met her gaze, her mouth slightly crooked as she bit the inside of her cheek.
“Why,” I grinned, “are you so interested?” I shifted, trailing kisses up her hip, stomach, and the soft skin between her breasts. Each of them earned me a soft moan.
“Just curiosity.” Her controlled breathing didn’t feel so controlled anymore.
“Is a lot a good enough answer?”
“Not really. It’s very vague,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, as I grazed her nipple with my tongue. Hazel’s hands tangled into my hair, gliding slowly through it.
“Tell me honestly, do you really want to know the number?”
My hips rolled into hers, her slick folds brushing against me. God, big labia was the best fucking thing ever. I never understood why women were so self-conscious about them.
At least twenty seconds passed before she whispered, “No.”
“I think the number doesn’t matter,” I murmured. “Because it has given me the knowledge to do this.” I slid my finger inside her, and Hazel arched into me. I wrapped my arm around her back, while my thumb was grazing her clit. Her hands clutched my biceps, nails digging in.
“To watch for clues.” I circled my finger inside her painfully slowly. Her breathing quickened. I put a light kiss on her jaw and watched her face as she trembled slightly.
“To look for signs.” I arched my finger, and she spasmed in pleasure.
“Luke,” she pleaded in a half-breath, as my finger disappeared inside of her, and I shifted myself lower.
“But don’t worry. Because right now, with you in front of me—” I tugged her body lower, and Hazel gasped.
“I can’t remember any single one of them.
” My tongue licked along her slit once, and her hips jerked up so hard, I had to use actual force to hold her in place.
She was wet and trembling, juices oozing down her thighs.
I felt myself lose control a little bit, too. I could look at her like this all day.
“And how many sexual partners have you had?” I teased, trailing kisses up her stomach, over her breasts, and to her neck, like a brush gliding over canvas.
“Do you really want to know?” She was barely putting words together while my fingers were still ruining her insides.
“Yes, I do. I’d like to know how many men have touched this beautiful body.”
My body, I omitted.
Between gasps, she finally said, “Three.”
“Three, you say.” I pulled my finger out painfully slowly and stroked myself.
“Oh, Hazel, that’s three too many.” I pushed my cock deep inside her sweetness, catching her gasp with my mouth.
Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer.
We started to move together, but eventually, I let myself go wild again.
Like that crazy vampire Edward breaking the bed with Bella the first time.
I made a mental note to myself that nobody would ever know I was aware of this movie reference.
I wanted to get lost in her again. I don’t remember wanting to be with anyone as much as I wanted Hazel. Repeatedly and all the damn time. Like I was borrowing time, desperate to take in every second.
The best and worst part was the storm of different emotions crashing through me. The ones I had no time for but still wanted anyway.
The awful feeling of taking something from her while needing it for myself. But as I buried myself deep inside her, she was healing something in me. Something I couldn’t confess to myself yet.
Like the world became a better place the moment our souls found each other. Even if they weren’t meant to stay together.