I gasp in shock. “What?”
“There’s a guy.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Like…a stalker?”
He narrows his eyes at me playfully before rolling them. “Just someone to look out for you from time to time.”
“You hired me a—”
“Not officially, but I worry. I’ve always worried.” He rubs my calves gently, squeezing every few seconds. “You live in New York and…the fucking bodegas on every corner just remind me so much of…” He trails off, and I know exactly what he means. It reminds him of the small convenience store where my dad was killed. It’s why it took me a full six months to even go in one and why I have one of three I’ll go in, and I never deviate.
When we were in college, he was my shadow on weekends whenever he could. He’d thrown an entire fit that I didn’t go to the University of North Carolina. Instead, I opted to attend Duke, their rival school. Not only were they less than twenty miles apart, but as much as I loved him, I wanted a life outside of my relationship with him. I knew if we went to the same school, we’d be attached at the hip just like we always were. Not to mention, it would be harder to hide the fact that we were stepsiblings. Going to a different school allowed me to be a different person when I came tovisit.We were three hours from our hometown, attending schools that the majority of our high school didn’t even have a prayer of getting into, so we weremostly safe to be Halle and Sebastian, the lovers and not the stepsiblings.
He pulls me closer so my ass is on the edge of the table and looks up at me with a smirk.
“Wild, you don’t need to worry about me so much. You taught me how to look out for myself.” I cup his face, running my thumb over his full lips before stroking the spiky bristles on his jaw. And he had. He made me take self-defense classes, a year of kickboxing, and even Krav Maga.
“I hate that I haven’t been here to do it myself,” he murmurs. “We’ve been apart for four fucking years, Saint. And I hate it.”
“You left first,” I tell him, reminding him that he was the one who fled to Seattle after graduation.
“I know…I thought I was doing the right thing for us.” My heart thumps painfully in my chest at the memory. I was still a college senior, and he’d just graduated and was leaving. Our hometown. North Carolina.Me.I’d basically gotten on my hands and knees and begged him not to go. Not to leave me here alone, but he went anyway, telling me that he’d always be there for me but that we couldn’t be together in the real world. That we’d lived in the fantasy long enough, but no one would accept us.
I was a wreck until he called me drunk two days later, telling me that he missed me and would always love me. That was the start of our long-distance relationship and the continuation of our yearly traditions on October seventh. In a way, Wild was right. We couldn’t keep doing this. It’s almost as if we’re frozen in time, unable to move on because that day is the only thing holding us together. It’s the only time we allow ourselves to give in tous,and it isn’t enough anymore.
I want more, and from the looks and sounds of it, so does he.
He moves my shirt up and spreads my thighs, exposing my bare pussy to him, and I watch as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “God, you have the prettiest fucking pussy.”
“How would you know? You’ve only seen mine.” I run my hand through his hair and tug slightly. “Right?”
“I’ve watched porn,” he says, not taking his eyes away from the space between my legs, almost as if he’s mesmerized.
“Has it been hard?” He looks up at me, wanting me to continue, I guess. “Not sleeping with other women?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s easy when no one but you gets my dick hard.” My sex clenches, and his eyes lower immediately to the movement before he grins. “Your pussy liked that answer, huh?”
“Shut up!” I squeal, trying to close my legs, but he holds them open, wrapping his large, warm hands around my thighs.
“Saint, you’ve been sitting on my lap for the past twenty minutes with a bare cunt. Stop playing coy like you don’t know you’re about to come all over my tongue.”
“Only if you agree to take your dick out and let me ride you after.”
“We’ll see,” he says, already lowering his face toward the apex of my thighs.
I frown. “We’ll see? You don’t want to fuck me?”
He presses his lips to the inside of my thigh and nips lightly at the skin. “Only if you squirt all over my face first.”
I groan even though my sex pulses at the memory because he loves it when he can make me do that. “Wild, you know I can’t just do that whenever you want it.”
He looks up at me with a wicked grin that makes my heartbeat pound between my legs. “You can when you put your mind to it.” He takes a minute to run his fingers over my tattoo on my hip. “Keep me wild,” he murmurs. “I’ve always wanted to keep you,” he whispers. “You are mine, Saint.”
“I know.”
He looks up at me, and I feel like we’ve been transported back to a time when we were just learning what we meant toeach other. The looks and the touches and kisses underneath the dead of night when we prayed Sara would stay asleep while we discovered each other under his or my sheets. “Tell me you love me,” he grits out when he slides his fingers through my slit before licking his lips.
“You know I do.”
