He pulls most of the way out, reaching down to stroke a palm over his shiny cock. His hips move in rapid, small circles, dragging no more than the first inch in and out. And within seconds, he’s whimpering into my ear while we bothstare down at thick, creamy cum leaking out around the deeply grooved crown. Cum streams down the throbbing, dark veins along his shaft and pools in the taut ridges of his balls. Shaking, he pulls the rest of the way out, slipping the tip around through his mess and sliding it back inside with one last choked sound.
“Incredible,” I gasp. It doesn’t feel fitting. But to my knowledge, no word accurately describes the way I feel about him. “You’re…I…”
Where my ability to form sentences has gone, I’m not sure. Likely lost somewhere in the hurricane that just ravaged me. Kissing him will have to do.
His lips taste like me. I want him to taste like mine—be mine—forever.
Fingertips skimming his jawline, I tense at the piercing alarm coming from my phone, signaling that my break is nearly over. A quick lunch date sounded perfect in theory, but I’m not sure how I can be expected to drag my ass back upstairs and do anything productive now.
“That went by too fast.” He pecks my lips between each word, then bumps his forehead into mine. “Time to go burn the world down.”
“Give me a couple minutes.” I give him a dopey smile. Nap first, then conquer the world…or at least conquer my email inbox. I gesture toward his softening cock. “That thing’s dangerous. I’m not sure my legs work anymore.”
“I’m dangerous?You almost took my head clean off with these.” His hands running over my thighs make me shiver. “What a fucking way that would be to go, though. I wouldn’t be mad about it…. Guess if I’m dead, I can’t be mad anyway.”
He thinks on it for a second, his mustache rocking side to side with the twitch of his lips. “I’d say I wouldn’t come back and haunt you, but I would. Give you good ghost dicking and scare away any men you brought around.”
My laugh quickly turns into a resolute sigh. “Okay, I should go back to work.”
“I miss you already.” His puppy dog eyes rival Betty’s.
“You’re really not making this easier.” I slide my ass off the counter, letting him catch me. Like a baby animal, I’m wobbly for the first few seconds, and blood rushing to my skull has my vision blurry. Once I have my bearings, I kiss him.
“I’ll clean up the…” He waves vaguely at the counter. More specifically, at the still-wet mess smeared across it. “Get back to work, Mama.”
“You’re gonna FaceTime me tonight?” My voice comes out with more of a pleading tone than I expected.
He smirks, already heading for the paper towel dispenser. “Fuck, you really are a horndog, aren’t you?”
“I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon replaying this while I pretend to do my job. I can pretty confidently say I’ll need moreenjoymenttonight.”
“Once again…I’d like to throat-punch Alex—though, you kinda did that today, you fucking badass. But damn it if I don’t also want to shake his hand for being such a fuckup. Preferably with the hand I just finger-fucked you with, so I can be half the boss-ass bitch you were.”
I really could love this man.
We share one last longing look on my slow walk toward the staircase. Before I start upstairs, he winks at me and the organ in my chest does a backflip. How ironic that I feel most alive when he’s making my heart skip a beat.
• • •
Days later, I’m celebrating making it through the first two weeks of school withzeroincidents. If there was ever something that demanded wine, it’s that.
Plus, it’s a Saturday, the sun is shining, my sister is here, and Jonas is at the ranch with Colt. Genuinely, I don’t know how things can possibly get better than this.
“So, we’ve gathered here today for two things.” Blair bends to take a sip of wine from her glass, which is so full that even looking at it the wrong way will send wine spilling over the edge. “First and, for me, most important. Denver and I aren’t getting married next summer.”
I nearly leap from my seat. “Wait. What? Why not?”
Blair untucks her left hand from her sweatshirt sleeve, and I breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of her ring—Denny’s mom’s ring. It’s beautiful and simple and so perfectly Blair. A flashback to watching my sister grieve the death of Lucy Wells floods my synapses. At the time, I was still a kid and couldn’t understand why she was so distraught over her boyfriend’s mom dying, but now I understand that she was as much of a mom to Blair as our own mother was…if notmore. No other ring would make sense for Blair and Denny.
“We decided we don’t want to wait any longer to do something we should’ve doneyearsago.” She reaches forward to grab her wineglass, smiling to herself when her engagement ring clinks against it. “Plus, I really want Mom to be there, so I don’t want to wait until next summer…just in case.”
“Yeah…yeah,that makes sense.” The wine coats my suddenly ragged throat. Talking about Mom potentially being in a place a year or two from now where she wouldn’t be coherent enough to handle a wedding is devastating. Of course, it’s something I’veknownfor a while, but it’s not something I’ve put any real thought into before now. If the day ever comes when I get married, I doubt my mom will be there.
“We don’t have a date yet, but I’m leaning toward doing it the moment I get out of this walking boot.” She knocks her knuckles against the ash-gray plastic boot. “So…that leads us to topic two. Will Colt be your date for this wedding? In other words, have you talked to him like you said you would?”
Blair cornered me at the Labor Day party and made me share all the details. Everything from our first kiss to how wewere managing to keep it hidden from Jonas. And,of course,whether I had told him about my hysterectomy. She was about three drinks in during this conversation, and she pinched me when I told her I hadn’t, as if we were little kids again.
“Don’t hurt me for what I’m about to say.” I put my hands up in surrender. “I still haven’t told him.In my defense,it hasn’t been the right time.”
