“Look at me.”
Her eyes snap open, and I hold her gaze as I swipe my tongue from her entrance to her clit. She bucks her hips, and I let out a low chuckle before repeating the motion.
“Please,” she begs. “More.”
As much as I want to take it slow, I do as she asks. I swirl my tongue along her entrance before slipping it inside. When I finally work my way back to her clit, her fingers find my hair and grip hard. The sting only makes me more desperate for her, and I allow her to direct me where she wants me.
My cock is painfully hard, and I barely resist the urge to grind myself against the mattress. I spread her thighs even further and slide two fingers into her wet core as I continue teasing her clit with my tongue. Her grip on my hair tightens, and I know she’s close.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me.”
I find that sensitive spot inside her and press as I draw her clit into my mouth. She comes apart, squeezing my fingers and letting out a string of curses as a rush of wetness coats my tongue and my hand.
“Good girl.”
Carefully sliding my fingers free, I crawl up her still-trembling body. She’s so damn perfect, I’ll never get enough of her. I cover her mouth in a kiss, and she eagerly kisses me back. Our tongues entwine, and I let out a low groan as we both savor her taste.
I line up at her entrance, stopping to study her expression. Her cheeks are flushed, and the trust and vulnerability in her eyes as she stares back at me nearly takes my breath away. She’s mine. No more hiding. No pretending. No fighting this chokehold we have each other in. Just us. This.
“Please,” she whispers. “I need to feel you.”
Slowly, I slide into her slick heat, and she grips me so tight I nearly see stars. “Oh,fuck.You’re so—goddamn, you’re perfect.”
I finally begin to move, setting a steady pace. We reach for each other, her warm hands caressing my back as I stroke every bit of naked flesh that I can. I use my body to express all the words I don’t know how to say, and I can feel her doing the same.
Our bodies, slick with sweat, glide together as we give and take everything we have. It isn’t long before I feel the tingle at my spine, and Miranda’s muscles begin to stiffen. Her pussy somehow grips me even tighter, and I reach the point of no return.
“Miranda—” I grit out. “I’m going to come. Let go with me.”
“Hayden. Oh, my—I’m right there.”
I thrust just a bit harder, even as my movements grow sloppy. She continues to meet my thrusts, and as soon as I feel her begin to pulse around me, I let go, sliding a hand up her arm to grip her hand as I spill into her.
We don’t speak. There are no words to say as I pull her into my arms. I want this every night. I don’t want to spend a single moment apart. When I wake up in the mornings to do chores, I want to find her beside me. The ache in my chest has returned, but this time it’s because I love her more than I ever dreamed possible. She’s my light. The air I need to breathe. My fucking everything.
“What now?” Her soft voice breaks the silence.
“Hmm?”
“With us… Where do we go from here? I’ve hated every moment I’ve spent away from you. I know we should probably take it slow, but…”
I pull her closer. The warmth of her body is the only thing that seems to dull the now-familiar ache in my chest. I feel exactly the same way, and I want to demand she move in with me. That we never spend another second apart. But I need to consider Sierra before I make any decisions of that nature. Theguilt I feel knowing how upset she’s been at the thought of losing Miranda will likely never go away.
“I already know Sierra loves you. She was as torn up over the thought of you leaving as I was. And I should never have put her in that situation—to get close to someone who I wasn’t certain was permanent after what she’s been through. The first thing I should probably do is talk to her.”
I can’t see Miranda’s face, but I’m surprised when she relaxes against me as if Sierra was on her mind as well. “Yeah. About that…”
She turns to look at me, and I’m met with a slightly guilty, yet also amused expression. I quirk a brow and wait patiently for her to say whatever it is that’s on her mind.
“You can’t tell her I told you,” she says in a rush.
“Fine. Spill.”
“I was on my way out the door to come here, and I literally ran into Sierra. She confided some things to me. Told me you specifically told her not to come to me, but yeah. That’s why I was so upset when I got here. I feel awful. Even though you say I should put myself first, that was selfish of me.”
Her eyes glisten with fresh tears, and I kiss her lips before they can spill. “Don’t blame yourself. It’s my fault. I don’t regret us at all, and I never would have pushed you aside, but I shouldn’t have let you two get close, knowing we weresneaking around and not really in a relationship. I knew we weren’t fooling her. Or anyone, apparently.”
Miranda lets out a wry laugh, and I suggest a shower before we can continue to sit here and beat ourselves up over a mistake. Neither of us are parents, all we can do is our best. It should feel strange, already considering Miranda my partner when it comes to Sierra, but it feels natural. Especially when I consider their immediate connection.
