“You’re not going to stop. You’re going to make yourself come, but you’re going to be quiet. Understood?”
She nods under my hand, but I don’t take it away and don’t step back, reveling in the nearness of her naked body.
My free hand comes up to her nipple, stroking it while she still fingers herself, closing her eyes, her whole body trembling and tensing up.
Fuck, she’s so damn beautiful this close, coming apart.
The wet sound her fingers make sliding in and out of her pussy is muted by the shower's water stream, but I can hear it, hear how wet she is. Her mouth opens on a moan, and I hush her again.
“Shh… come for me.”
She nods, eyes still pressed closed, a crease forming between her eyebrows when she finally shudders, and my name leaves her on a breath.
Fuck me.
This will play on repeat in my head for the rest of my…whatever.
My hand wanders from over her mouth to the back of her head, leaning in to kiss her still slightly open and panting lips. “Thank you for letting me watch.”
She giggles, her cheeks adorably red, her wet hair clinging to her. She looks about to say something when we hear a cough in a shower stall down the row.
“Come on. Let’s get you dry and back to the van,” I urge. I watch her finish towel drying her hair and put on some clothes.
She’s quiet, but I know she’s not mad or anything—she is afraid to be seen talking to me. Which makes my thoughts wander back to my fucktard brothers, who would all go to hell if it were up to me.
If I could choose like they wanted her to, she would pick me and give them all the finger, just like she already beautifully did.
I could have kissed her at that moment.
But it’s not about me.
It’s about her.
And let’s be honest.Sloan needs them.
Just as much as they need her. I’m not pushing her back to them in any way. I’m not a good enough person for that, but I will also not stand in the way if she thinks she wants to go back to them.
I’ve had a lot of time to think about our predicament in the last four days, and in my case, it’s simple.
I’m hers, and she’s mine.
But she also needs someone with a pulse, someone who can hold her, be there for her, fuck her properly, and not get pulled away every time shit gets real. It seems like every time my nonexistent heartbeat races, I just vanish.
Is yoga for ghosts a thing?
Can you calm your spirit if youarea spirit?
We climb into the van, and she sits on the bed cross-legged, her beautiful long fingers gliding through her still-damp hair as she braids it over her shoulder. I watch, entranced, as her delicate neck is exposed.
“All right, showered and pretty much clean again, even if this was a little dirty,” she grins, making me grin right back. “At least I feel like a human again. What are we doing now?”
Trying to get my head out of the gutter after that reminder, I come up blank.
“I don’t know, Slo,” I tell her, sitting next to her so close that our knees touch. “What do you want to do? You know I’m just along for the ride.”
“You’re not.” She pouts. “I think you’ll just vanish again when we drive farther away.”
I scrunch up my nose. “Why?”
