I almost pulled back, but then I felt her arm tensing under my thigh. I glanced down between us. She was getting herself off while she did this.
It was too much.
“Winona,” I ground out. “I’m going to come.” I really was. I felt it like a runaway train.
She pulled me out of her mouth. “Good,” she said. “Get up.”
I rose to my knees, lifting myself up so she could wriggle free. She scrambled backward, up on the grass, then gestured for me to move. I complied, backing up until I was between her legs.
“Here,” she said, opening her legs for me, pointing to her wet slickness where I so desperately wanted to be. The place where before we’d joined together at the beginning of the night.
“Winona,” I breathed, my hand wrapped around my cock.I wasn’t even stroking. I was trying to keep myself from coming. “Are you sure?” I felt my testicles retract, my cock straining. In a second, it wouldn’t matter.
“I want it on me,” Winona said. Her eyes were on mine and I didn’t see an ounce of hesitation.
Which was good, because it was all over for me.
I cried out as I came, the noise grinding and roaring like a wild beast. Hot ropes of come shot from my cock, hitting her tits, her belly, the pink slick of her pussy. I soaked her with my cum, astonished at how much there was.
And I’d never seen anything so fucking hot.
That is, until she rubbed my release into herself; one hand gliding through the mess on her tits, the other frantically working her clit, which dripped with cum. I slid two fingers into her, urging her orgasm out while I was still spasming. “Good girl,” I growled. “Fucking come for me again.”
Winona cried out, thrashing on the grass with my cum slicking her hands, her body arching and shuddering, clenching around my fingers as she screamed my name once more.
I waited until her movements subsided before slipping my fingers out of her. I collapsed onto the grass next to her, then reached my arms out and pulled her on top of me.
Her weight felt so good. The pressure of her curves pressed me into the grass. Her soft, sticky body was a warm balm in my arms.
“So good,” I whispered into her hair. “So fucking perfect, Winona.”
She felt, in that moment, like she was mine. It was the best, most exquisite feeling in the world. And even though it felt impossible—though our circumstances wouldn’t allow it, I knew, right then, that I had to make it true. Because Winona wasn’t just a passing obsession.
Despite what my brother thought, I knew thedifference.
Winona was in my veins now; pulsing into the beating rhythm of my heart.
Even if it took burning everything else down, I was going to keep her there.
I just had no idea how.
CHAPTER 28
Too Much
WINONA
Mitchell cancelled the meal he’d planned, and we foraged out of the fridge before fucking right there on the kitchen island, then again in his bed. In the morning I stumbled to work bleary-eyed while Mitchell spent the day texting me things likeI can still smell you on my sheets.AndI need to be inside of you, Winona.
He was waiting on the porch at my house when I came home the next day. I should have been alarmed, maybe, to see him passed out on one of my porch chairs. But I wasn’t. Not even a little. I’d barely made it out the door that morning. My work day had been debilitated by flashbacks of everything we’d done.
And I honestly missed his company. I pulled him inside and he’d bent me over right there on the stairs, shoes on and all.
“There’s my good girl,” he’d said as he’d wrapped his hand in my hair. “Missed this cock all day, didn’t you, little bunny? Was it hard to work with my cum dripping down your leg?”
I was insatiable. He made me come twice before leaving the stairs.
Mitchell ordered pizza after, from a place in Birmingham, which was two hours away from Quince Valley. It still arrived hot in under an hour. I didn’t ask what sorcery he’d used. We were too exhausted from the night before to do much after eating, so instead we cozied up in my bed while he read to me. The book I chose was a contemporary romcom from the box he’d sent over. Much softer than the Wyn and Vyke books. And surprisingly touching. By the time he finished the first chapter, we were both in tears.
