The leg held over his shoulder comes down to his hip, wrapping around it to keep him right where he is. I hold him there, our breathing in sync as we come down, until he’s gone soft again. Only then do I drop my leg, reaching to stroke my thumb against his jaw as he withdraws from me to watch his cum spill out of me and onto the tile beneath us.
With two fingers between my legs, he scoops what remains of it onto the pads of them, bringing them to my mouth to push them inside. My hand wraps around his wrist, my eyes drifting shut as I suck them clean, offering him a satisfied hum when he slides them free. His hand rests at my jaw, his lips meeting mine in a soft, lingering kiss.
“You come so pretty for me, don’t you?” He asks with his lips against mine before lowering himself to reach for his discarded boxers.
My teeth tug at my lower lip while he pulls his boxers into place around his hips, and for a while, everything is quiet between us. Even as he fills a glass of water for me and rests it into my waiting hand, even as he picks up my littered clothing so I don’t have to search for all of it.
“Tripp.” I take hold of his wrist as he sets the pile of fabric next to me, trailing my palm along the length of his forearm. “I can share you, too. If you need him, too, that’s okay.”
He stiffens, his grip tightening almost microscopically on the fabric in his hands.
And then he kisses me again, disappearing to clean up his own clothes.
Processing.
My body aches, with muscles sore that I didn’t even know existed.
Tripp left for the shop half an hour ago, but not before we spent what felt like forever locked in a kiss that delayed a very annoyed Drumstick’s breakfast.
After a quick shower, I stand at our bathroom sink, blow drying my hair with my eyes locked onto my reflection, and to the angry red and purple splotch taking up too much real estate on the side of my neck. A thick layer of concealer does the trick to cover it, if only barely. I shake my head with a laugh as I pull my phone from its perch against the mirror to send a text message to my husband.
My stomach flips at his admission – almost enough to make me consider washing away the concealer that I just used to cover up the mark he left me with, but my clients and my staff are nosy, and I like the idea of this being just for us.
It’s funny, the way that things change. In our twenties, I loved showing off. Using my left hand for every gesture to make sure that the people around me saw my rings. Wearing my hair up in a ponytail to show off hickeys and love bites that Tripp had left on my skin.
Now, I prefer the intimacy of keeping it quiet. We both know what’s hiding beneath the layers of makeup, and we both know that all day, I’ll feel his lips against my skin and his hand between my thighs.
I can’t wipe the smile off of my face, and I know that it shows.
My blood is pumping hot through my veins; no longer cold and dead like it had been before. I’d pinch myself to make sure that the past eighty-some-odd hours had actually happened to me – to us – but I’m afraid that it might actually wake me up if I did.
“Show me the new ink!” Aislin croons at me from the rolling chair that she’s pulled across the salon and over to my station. With a suggestive raise of her brows, she says, “Or did you get new holes?”
“Please don’t ever say ‘holes’ like that,” I cackle. “No new anything. I just helped work the table and watched my boy make his art.”
She studies me, swinging her feet beneath her as she scans me head to toe.
“Explain the glow, then,” she says with an arch in her brow.
Am I glowing?
I guess any woman would be, after a weekend like the one that I just had.
“It’s probably just from the sun,” I tell her, tearing open a new package of foils to set them at my station. “You can test me with a metal detector, but all you’ll find will be the same four holes I’ve had in my ears since I was twenty.”
I would love to tell her the way that my husband and our best friend stuffed me like a freaking Thanksgiving turkey, or that the same possessive, can’t-keep-his-hands-off-of-me husband that I’ve missed so much seems to have found his way back into my life.
She’d be ecstatic to hear about every single, messy detail of it all; but I’m not ready to share it, yet.
It’s just for the three of us right now.
Taking hold of the back of her chair, I roll her away from my station and back to the space behind our front desk. She lets out a fit of giggles as I spin her toward the computer ahead of her,and a scrutinizing look takes over her features while I reach past her to pull up my schedule.
“You know I’m gonna get your secrets out of you one day, right?” She teases.
“I’m sure you’ll try,” I giggle, gently patting her on the top of her head before hurrying back toward my station.
Chapter 26
