She’s curled on her side, panting softly, her skin flushed and glowing. One hand is propped under her chin gently as she gazes up at me.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur before kissing her temple gently.
Then I pad to the bathroom, tie off the condom and toss it in the trash before grabbing a washcloth from her linen closet. Sliding back onto the bed, I gently clean her up, taking my time, making sure she’s okay.
When I’m done, I toss the washcloth like a puck toward the bathroom, earning a small laugh from her, then slide back under the sheets and pull her close against my chest.
“So, you’re telling me,” she whispers, her voice low and teasing, “that for the past two months we’ve been living together we could’ve been doing allthat?”
I snort, tightening my hold on her. “I think we needed to build a foundation of trust first.”
She hums softly, a sound somewhere between agreement and thoughtfulness, and doesn’t say anything else.
And I can’t help but think she’s right. That this is how real relationships work. They start steady, grounded, something solid to brace yourself against before you let it tip into something deeper.
Yes, relationships need attraction. They need want and desire. But when things get hard, and they always do, it’s not desire you cling to. It’s the trust you’ve built. The commitment you’ve already proven.
That’s what we’ve been doing all along, pretending we could be just friends, laying down something real without admittingit. And now we have that solid foundation of trust. Now we havethis. A sexual relationship that’s not just built on lust. It’s built on full and complete trust.
And I’m not sure I’ve ever had that with a woman before. That’s why this feels different. That’s why this feels like it’ll last.
So, if this turns into something more, it won’t be reckless or rushed. It’ll grow the way it already has on a foundation we built long before we ever crossed the line.
Chapter 30: Rosie
“Hey, man.”
Boone’s rough voice wakes me from my sleep.?
Silence.
“Yeah, I’m feeling a little hungover. I think I drank too much last night.”
My bed smells like him. It’s warm and woodsy, and my body is deliciously sore in all the best places. The kind of sore that reminds me of dancing an entire junior Broadway performance in pointe shoes back when I was a ballerina except this soreness lingers between my legs.
My heart races, remembering just how girthy he is. There’s something to be said about a man with some width to him. Every inch of my pussy felt like it was being touched when he pushed his way inside.
And the smile on my face? There’s no getting rid of it. Not after last night.
I roll to my side, tangled in nothing but a thin white sheet, the soft fabric brushes against my skin reminding me I’m still naked.Boone's perched on the edge of the bed, phone pressed to his ear, but it doesn’t look like he’s paying attention to whoever is on the other line.
He’s wearing a grin that’s equal parts smug and boyish and his gaze is locked on mine. He brings his fist to his mouth and bites down on it before mouthing the words,you’refuckable.
My cheeks flush instantly. His hair’s a mess like he just woke up and when he runs his fingers through it, making it worse, all I want is his body pressed against mine so I can play with it.
“Yeah, okay. Fine. I’ll get over to your place by noon,” he says.
As he pauses to listen, my hand moves under the sheets, drawn to him without control. I inch closer to his back until my fingers slip across his thigh and wrap around his already hard cock.
My eyebrows shoot up as he winks at me, like he’d been waiting for this very moment. His hardness throbs in my palm, thick and velvet-soft, each ridge and vein making my mouth water.
Toys from my New York apartment could never compare to the size of him. To the feel of him. He’s too big, too real, and way too good at knowing exactly what I need from him to come every time.
“Alright, bye, Cain,” he says, his voice dropping a note lower as my grip tightens around him like he'd rather not be talking to my brother while I jerk him off.
I pump him a few times, savoring the way his breath catches and the way the smooth skin bunches as I jerk him downward. My fingers move up to his crown where there’s a drop of precum leaking. I rub it around his tip, lubricating him.
But before I can do it again, he tosses his phone across the room dramatically and pounces on top me, pinning me down. Hisweight presses me into the mattress, and I can’t help but laugh as his mouth drops to my neck where he sucks.
