It’s so much. So fucking much. My knuckles whiten against the headboard. I lean over, teeth imprinting in the wood becauseif I don’t bite something, I’ll combust. Dammit, she’s everything. I begin to jerk, yet she holds me in place and fucks me harder.
I can’t catch my breath. Can’t think straight. I’m on my edge, but, god, she feels so good that I don’t want her to stop.
I can’t contain it.
I come without restraint, entirely soaking her beneath me. My thighs give out, hips continuing to gyrate against her mouth. The only thing holding me up is the headboard and her hands. And as I slowly stop shuddering, she wraps her arms around my waist and lets me sit back on her chest.
“Holy shit, baby,” I say, peering down at her soaked face through my star-filled eyes. “Oh my god, I didn’t realize I camethatmuch.”
Gemma chuckles, and I wipe her face with the hand towel on the nightstand.
I slide down to her waist and let her sit up, and when she does, she sinks her arms around me and kisses me deliberately.
“Five days, and your ass is mine,” she says between our kisses. “Enjoy your fun while you have it.”
I chuckle. “I plan to.”
Gemma slaps my ass and squeezes hard enough that I squeak, and if it wasn’t for my phone going off on the bedside, I’d probably fuck her again.
ZEB
Okay, you had your appetizers.
Let’s go.
We’re waiting on you two.
“What is he on about?” Gemma asks upon reading Zeb’s messages.
“Zeb doesn’t like when we’re late,” I say.
We’re coming.
Zeb sends back a thumb’s up emoji. I take Gemma’s hand into mine and kiss the soft space between her thumb and forefinger where our matching poison ivy tattoos align. We had them done a week earlier. The tattoo artist had wrapped our entwined hands together with string to mark out where to tattoo, and then freehanded the leaves.
It’s perfect for the two of us, and after, she’d presented me with the ring on my finger—a vintage, kite-cut garnet stone on a rose gold band. It reminded me of a coffin and Harley Quinn all at once.
“You don’t have to say anything,” she says as she slides it on my finger. “It doesn’t have to be anything. It can just be this ring, and these tattoos. Our promises we already made.” She presses her lips to my cheek. “I know we belong to one another.”
We’re bound together forever.
After showering and getting dressed again, we finally make our way down the stairs and slip into the theater room as if we were there the entire time. There’s no formal dinner or fancy buffet waiting on us. We all opted for greasy takeout and a movie—in true Young Decay fashion.
“Dude, hell yes!” I say, high-fiving Reed when I see the takeout and pizza boxes. “I was craving trash after the last week.”
He chuckles. “Your dad have you eating the healthy shit?”
I give him a look. “I love him, but I don’t know how he’s gone so long without cheese,” I say before snapping up a square from the tray. “Gemma’s fam, though… Holy hell. I might sneak back over there every holiday just for their cooking.”
“Did I hear you say you’re traveling to see her dad after the new year?” he asks, sitting on the arm of one of the recliners.
I nod. “Nashville, here we come,” I say.
Reed snickers. “You should stop by that bar we sang karaoke at that one time. See if they let you back in.”
I snort. “Weren’t we kicked out of that place?”
“Ah… yeah. You crashed the kit.”
