“Damn, sweetheart,” he growls. “You suck cock like such a fucking good girl.”
His dick pops out of my mouth. Gripping him at the base of his cock, I suck the tip and pop his length out of my mouth a few times before shoving it all the way back down my throat. Rex releases a deep growl as he fists my hair in his hand.
I grab him tighter and continue the torture on his tip, jacking off the base with my hand. His moans fill the room, and soon, I can taste his precum on my tongue. Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders and hoists me to my feet. Crushing his lips against mine, his hands lift my skirt and quickly pull my panties down around my thighs. Breaking free, he spins me around and pushes my legs apart with his foot.
“I’ve been gone for almost a week, sweetheart, and to hell if I’m not going to be inside you when I cum.”
I hear foil rip and then feel him position himself at my opening. His hands come around the front of my stomach and trail down to my clit. He spreads my moisture around, leans in, and then grabs my ear between his teeth.
“God, you’re so wet and ready for me,” he hisses. “Have you been this way all week? Pussy soaking between your thighs, needing me to release you?”
I moan as my head falls back on his shoulder. I get lost in the sensation of his fingers rubbing against my clit.
He sticks one finger inside me and rubs it up my center to my swollen nub. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucks my moisture off his finger, lifts my thigh, grabs my hips, and in one swift movement, he thrusts up inside me. I scream, and he wraps his hand around my mouth.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it, Gwen?” he demands. I bite his fingers to keep my climax at bay. “You needed me to fuck you, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” I groan into his hand still covering my mouth. “Fuck, tell me you needed this, because I jacked off every night I was away from you thinking about your pussy.”
His words make my climax approach quickly.
“God, Rex,” I moan into his hand.
“Tell me, Gwen.”
“Yes,” I breathe out as he releases my mouth. “Yes, I needed this, Rex. Fuck, I needed you.”
He slows his movements and grabs my hair, turning my face towards him. “I need you too, Gwen. Don’t ever think I don’t.”
Before I can respond, he releases me, presses me further into the shelf, and with unspoken words, continues showing me how much I mean to him, and how much we mean to each other.
21
Rex
I lean back in my seat as the music vibrates through the old building. Lifting my beer to my lips, I take in the sight before me as a grin spreads across my face. Gwen is on the dance floor, shaking her hips and grinding in a way that makes me think about how hot it was taking her in the back room of the club a few hours ago.
The act didn’t go completely unnoticed, though, as we exited the building twenty minutes later, still trying to straighten our clothes and look innocent. Noah and Eva saw right through it. They didn’t say much, but gave us both looks that we couldn’t ignore, hinting at the fact that they knew something was up.
Eva and Gwen took off to the bathroom for almost half an hour when we got to the bar. I’m sure Eva knows everything by now, and I would be lying if it didn’t feel good knowing that we are out in the open to at least one person.
Noah sits beside me, and I catch him winking at his wife on the dance floor. She is dancing with Gwen, and I’ll even admit it is cute as hell seeing the two best friends back together again. The song ends, and the girls motion like they are going to the bar to grab a drink. I nod in understanding and watch Gwen disappear into the crowd.
“How long has that been going on?” Noah asks.
I keep my eyes trained on where the girls disappeared and try to decide how to respond. “Almost a month,” I admit, figuring the truth is always best because I know he will find out sooner than later once he and Eva get the chance to talk alone.
“You think you can keep her this time?” he asks, making the pit of my stomach churn with the thought of our past.
I shake my head and turn to look at him. “I sure as hell hope so. But there is something I need to tell her if we are ever going to have a real shot at this thing between us, and the right time just never shows up.”
“What is it?” he asks, sipping his beer.
I swallow hard, and debate if I should tell Noah before I ever admit anything to Gwen. Needing to release it somehow, I offer up information for the first time to anyone about that night over ten years ago that still haunts me in my sleep.
“Remember I told you I took ROP in high school, right?” I begin nervously, “Work studies. That’s how I got us into the station in Northern California because me and the chief took classes together?” Noah nods his head, and I continue, jumping in head first and hopeful I’m making the right decision. “What do you know about the night Gwen’s sister died?” I ask.
“Not much,” Noah admits, straightening up in his seat. “Eva doesn’t even really know. Says it’s something Gwen won’t talk about.”
“It’s something no one really talks about, including myself.”
