She gets there before me, but not by much.
My balls tighten and erupt, filling her with my seed. The orgasm is intense and lasts an incredibly long time.
Arya collapses against my chest, breathing through parted lips. She inches up enough to free my cock and the warmth of our combined juices spills out, wetting the nest of hair on my groin. Feels filthy and just right.
“Do you need me to move?” she murmurs.
Her body is almost dead weight, and I like the feel of it on top of me.
My arm curls to rest against her back. “No, stay right where you are.”
She exhales a small laugh and bites the skin of my neck in a teasing threat. “We’re all wrong for each other. Except when we’re not.”
“Agreed,” I murmur. My muscles loosen and relax, and my breathing slows. Resting this way feels almost as great as the sex.
It’s not long before I find it hard to hang on to consciousness. My hand slides down to rest on her ass as the edges of the world blacken. If I fell asleep this way every night, it would suit me down to the bone.
23
ARYA
I’m dead tired.
Right after the amazing round of sex, I sleep for thirty minutes. Then, however, I wake from bomb blast nightmares filled with Erik gushing blood. For some reason, I also see a second explosion blow us into the water. We sink deeper and deeper, with him unconscious and me trying to catch him but unable to.
All night, I’m too anxious to sleep. Disturbing thoughts go round and round. Finally, I get up at three thirty am to shower and prowl around the dark first floor.
To kill time, I make myself up. I’m wearing a low-slung, black mini skirt and a long-sleeved plum crop top. My hair is swept up into a geometric print clip, and after some artfully applied makeup, you’d never know I’m ready to come out of my skin.
Around eight-thirty, I hear sounds of life upstairs. I’m still closest to the front door when the doorbell chimes, but it’s not my house, so I hesitate to answer it.
Thankfully, I’m not alone long. Shane jogs down the steps, wearing faded blue jeans and a gray t-shirt. “Morning, Arya.”
“Hey.”
He glances through the peephole and then opens the door.
From the porch, Declan Heyworth opens the screen and holds out a brown handle bag. The scent of savory food wafts from it, like it’s fresh from a hearth.
Declan's arm sweeps Cami in front of him, so she precedes him into the living room.
“Arya, morning,” Cami says with a smile. Her gaze takes in my outfit. “Oh, my God, girl. Your six-pack is as ripped as Declan’s.”
Three sets of eyes drop to my abs.
My hand slides down to splay over my stomach. “Yeah, they’ll do.”
“I should say so. Functional, too. I’ve seen you fly.” Cami’s smile widens. “We brought breakfast. Is Erik up? The smoked salmon is still warm.”
I shrug, noncommittal. “I like salmon.”
As we move toward the kitchen, Avery comes downstairs. Like Cami, she’s dressed casually in jeans and a lightweight sweater.
Tucking wet hair behind her ear, Avery says, “I probably should’ve warned Erik there’s no hot water left.”
“Doubt he’ll notice,” Shane says. “Pretty sure he’s got polar bear DNA on his dad’s side.”
I snort a small laugh. “He’s not taking a shower this morning anyway. Probably just washing a little with a wet washcloth.”
