I want to hold on to this, grasp at it until there is nothing left, because I’m not ready for this to end. I’m not ready for him to go back to his life while I try to figure my own out. I’m not ready for sleeping alone again.
“What will you do during that time?” I ask.
His smile doesn’t fade, but it doesn’t grow, either. Instead, he watches me for a long moment. He just stares at me, almost blankly. His hand leaves my throat, cupping my cheek before histhumb glides along my bottom lip. He shifts forward again, his lips touching mine, but only for a moment before he straightens and his hand falls from my face.
“I got club shit to do, Cidney. You and the girls will have some wine, some food, and then I’ll be home.”
I could comment about how that sounds kind of sexist, but he’s not wrong. That’s exactly what we’ll have. Wine and food… and lots of talking. Because they’re going to have a million questions for me… a million and five maybe. None of them even knew I was dating Jeffrey. Then Lightning gets shot, and I’m under protection and surveillance.
Yeah, they’re going to have questions.
Lots of them.
“You’re coming back here tonight?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m coming here tonight,” he confirms, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Nowhere else I can be. I haven’t been called off Cidney duty yet.”
I force my smile to widen. His words slam into me as if he’s physically hit me. If I needed a reminder before, that was a sure slap to the face that this is not real. I’ve been living in a little bubbled dream, one I knew I was living in, one I’m not ready to let go of yet.
But I’m not going to have a choice.
GOOSE
Taking a step backward, I leave her sitting on the countertop. Sure, I want to fuck her… hard and fast. I’m primed and ready after my grueling workout, but I’m not going to do her quick and dirty right now.
I smile, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. I want her after she’s had a few drinks. When she’s ready for a long night withme. Because I’m more than ready for one with her. Stepping into her bathroom, I strip out of my sweaty clothes, my nose wrinkling at my own smell.
I start the shower and wait for the water to warm up before I step into the ceramic space. It doesn’t take long—just a few seconds—before I let the warm water rinse off my stench. Reaching for the soap, I lather it and begin washing my body when a whoosh of cold air slides over my skin.
Turning my head, I watch as Cidney steps into the shower with me. I turn to face her completely, but don’t ask her what she’s doing in here. I don’t need to. I already know what the fuck is going on. She needs me. And I’m going to be whatever she needs.
Reaching out, I cup her cheeks before I lean down and touch my mouth to hers. “What’re you doing in here?” I ask against her lips.
I shouldn’t ask, because I already know exactly why she’s in here. But I still want to hear it from her lips. I want to hear everything from her lips, in her voice. Fuck, I am falling hard for this woman.
So damn hard.
“Goose,” she exhales.
Shifting my hands to her breasts, I slide my thumbs along her nipples, grunting at them being hard and ready for my mouth. I know her pussy is as well. She’s ready and waiting for me.
“Tell me,” I demand softly as I reach between her legs.
Sliding my fingers through her folds, I dip two inside her, moaning at the feel of her wetness. She’s warm and ready for me, pulsing at the feel of me between her thighs. I want her to strangle my fucking cock, because I know she can, and she will.
“Goose,” she exhales, but she doesn’t make me ask her twice. Instead, she answers me. “I want you,” she whispers. “I want you inside me.”
Say fucking less.
Releasing her cheek, I reach down, grab her other cheeks, and lift her up, pressing her back against the warm shower tile. Touching my mouth to hers, I shift my hips backward slightly, aligning my cock with her center, and slowly sink inside her.
Once I’m buried deep inside her body, her hands fly to my shoulders, and I feel her nails dig into my flesh. Lifting my head, I catch my breath as my eyes find hers. I don’t move, my cock buried deep, her walls stretched around me, her body becoming used to my intrusion.
“Move, Goose,” she demands softly.
I smirk. “Yeah, I know you want that. But I want to hear everything.”
She doesn’t speak immediately. She doesn’t need to. I know what she wants. I can feel it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it, because I do. I want to listen to her sweet lips say it—to say everything.
