“This is bad, though.” Fresh tears well up in her eyes. “It was… when we were in Mexico, over spring break. Ryan and I, after we’d been out one night with our friends. We… went back to our room and… Had sex.” Her gaze drops down to her lap. “I… asked him to be rough with me. And he was so tentative about it. He didn’t know what to do.” Her eyes flash back to mine and she shakes her head. “I didn’t force him or anything, it wasn’t that I wanted to force him to do that, if he wasn’t comfortable, I-”
“Honey, it’s ok.” I take her hand, raising it to my lips, and brush a kiss against her knuckles. “Just keep talking. I’m not going to judge you.”
She sighs, sniffling, and shifts on her legs. “I was chasing that same feeling I had with you. And I realised it wasn’t aboutthehow,it was aboutwho. Ryan was great, he was perfect on paper, but…” She chews her lip, and clutches my hand tighter. “He wasn’t perfect for me. He didn’t… line up with me like you did. He made me nervous, I was always on a tightrope with him. But with you…” She leans closer, placing her hand on my cheek. “There’s no tightrope. Just hands to hold me. Solid ground under my feet. There’s just you. Just us.”
I hold her hand to my face, and my own eyes begin to sting. “That last night you were here, I wanted to ask you to stay.”
Her eyelashes flutter as her eyes widen. “You did?”
I nod, clearing my throat of the damn lump that’s formed. “I wanted to tell you that I want you in my bed every night. That I want to wake up with you. That I… I’ll love you forever. But I thought I was being selfish. That I’d ruin your life if I made you stay.”
“Maybe I want you to ruin my life.” She brings her forehead gently against mine with a soft laugh. “Whatever this is, it makes me happy. And if it makes you happy, too, then everything else is just noise. We can deal with it. But I don’t want to walk the tightrope anymore.”
“You deserve the bridge, honey.”
She smiles at me, more tears cascading down her cheeks, and climbs on top of me. “That was so fucking cheesy.”
“A man learns a few things when he watches Hallmark movie marathons to deal with his broken heart,” I say with a grin.
Her lips tremble, and more tears stream down her cheeks. “Is that what you did?”
“I missed you.” I run my hands up her back and into her hair. “And I was an idiot who didn’t know how to cope with losing you. But I know I don’t want to be with anyone else for the rest of my life. Just you. Even if your brothers hunt me down and bury me in the woods. I just want you.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me deeply, and I don’t care that she’s not my first, that I’m not hers. She’s my last.
“Take me to bed,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Amber’s brows pinch together, and she whimpers as my tongue traces over her clit.
“Theo, please.” Her back bows from the bed.
“Patience, honey.” I suck her clit between my lips, and she shoves a hand against her mouth. “I didn’t take my time the first time, so now I’m going to.”
That first feverish rush was like being straight back in the drugged-up haze I felt with her all those weeks and months ago. We’d barely made it up the stairs, falling to the ground in a tangle of limbs, eventually half-crawling, half-fucking our way to my bed, where Amber just managed to haul her upper body onto the mattress before I sank into her. It was messy, it was hot and sweaty, and I’m sure the neighbours heard us through the open windows.
Don’t care. Fuckingworth it.
But now, an hour later, after more kisses, more telling me I’m an asshole, I want to take my time with my woman.My woman. Jesus fucking christ, she’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than she was two years ago.
My fingertips brush over the constellation tattoo on her thigh, and I chuckle against her skin. “And I still want to hear the story about this.”
“Oh, y-yeah?” She lets out a strained moan-giggle, her chest pounding in an irregular rhythm as I keep licking and sucking. “F-fuck,Theo.”
I’m too smug. Too fucking smug. The desperation in her voice, the way her hips rock against my face. She’s so needy, and I know she wasn’t fucked the way she needed to be since she was with me.Smug fucking asshole. Sue me.
“I-I watched that video,” she murmurs, her hands on her perfect tits. “Th-that night, after… after him. I watched the video where you -Ah!” Her spine goes rigid as I push two fingers inside her, my tongue still circling her swollen clit. “O-oh fuck.” She lets out a shaky breath. “I watched the video where you… You made me film us. And the way you said my name, the way you… Ohfuck.” Her fingers rake through my hair, holding my face to her cunt. “Oh my god, Theo.”
“I told you no one can take care of this pussy like me, didn’t I?”SMUG FUCKING ASSHOLE. But I just grin, rolling my fingertips against her g-spot. “I watched that video too, every single day. Hearing you moan my name like that, honey. You have no idea.”
I suck her clit, hard, and she cries out, her toes digging into my back. She’s feral, fucking ravenous for more, for me, and Jesus if that isn’t the turn-on of the century.
“I love watching you come,” she moans, and if the neighbours really can hear us, then godspeed to them. “It does something to me, just…Oh fuck.” She throws her hands over her head, clawing into the pillow, and she moans loudly, so fucking loudly, her hips rolling her soaked cunt against my face. Her cunt clenches around my fingers, her orgasm sending her arching from the bed, feet planted against my shoulders.
“Theo, oh god,” she cries. “Fuck, please, I need you.”
“I’m right here, honey.” I trace my lips along her thigh, gently curling my fingers inside her until she melts into the bed with a long sigh. “I’m not going anywhere.”
