BRISTOL
As he promised, Rhys isn’t long talking with Camden in the other room. When he walks out, he’s more tense than he was when he went in, which doesn’t make my nervous situation feel any better.
“My love,” he whispers as he kisses me on the lips. I’ll never get used to this feeling. I should have guessed Rhys would be physically affectionate when he’s so affectionate in every other area. His hands rub up and down my arms, piercing green eyes darting back and forth between my own.
“I’m okay.”
“Good. We need to talk, so let’s head back to my room. Mr. Bun-Buns needs to be fed and snuggled as well.”
Nodding, I give a parting smile to the girls who have been so welcoming to me and made me feel not so alone with what I’ve been through and the situation I’ve found myself in. I follow Rhys to his room, watching as he unlocks the door and holds it open for me.
The moment the door closes, Rhys’ hands find my waist, backing me up to the door, his hand falling against the wood next to my head as he leans in and crowds my space. My breathing hitches, heat already pooling at my center as desire spreads through my veins. His other hand slides up my side, rubbing over my collarbone and up my neck before cupping the side of my face.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
He kisses me next, a toe-curling kiss that takes my breath away. His lips move with certainty and reverence, like he knows I’m his but is so thankful for it at the same time. Fire crackles between us as I moan into his mouth, his tongue slipping across my seam, asking for entrance. I open for him, his tongue caressing and tangling with my own.
His hand on my face slips back down, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my hips. He breaks the kiss, panting, looking like a man teetering on the edge of control. “God, Bristol, you’re so sexy. I can’t get enough of you, can’t believe you’re really here, in my room with me. I’m scared to blink, and you’ll disappear.”
There go the last shreds of my heart.
“Same. I see you, Rhys. I’m here, and I’m not leaving.”
“Tell me something no one else knows.”
“I love you.”
Rhys’ eyes fall closed, his breath hissing as he gasps for air.
“What did you just say?”
“I love you, Rhys Michael Hudson. I think I have since the moment we met.”
“I’ve never in my life heard sweeter words. I love you, Bristol. Fuck, sweetheart, I love you so goddamn much.”
Rhys’ hands find the hem of my hoodie, lifting and pulling the fabric over my head. I do the same to him, wanting my hands on his naked body and to not have anything between us. I love this man. God, I love him so much.
Rhys drops down to his haunches, dragging my pants down my legs with my underwear in tow. Once my legs are free and clothes tossed to the side, his face is there, kissing firmly against my slit. His tongue slips through, a slow, delicate caress that ignites a fire through my veins. His mouth is so, so good. My pussy clenches around nothing, my clit throbbing and needy. I can feel how wet I am, dampening the insides of my thighs.
Rhys kisses my pussy like he has all day, like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing than feasting on me. It’s such a vast difference from what I’m used to.
He quickly stands, shucking out of his clothes and grabbing a condom. I watch as he sheaths himself, tugging on the tip of the latex to make sure there’s room for his cum.
“I want to take my time with you, I want to spend the rest of the day worshipping you, but this is all we have time for.” He seems so reluctant and apologetic that a quick fuck isn’t good enough for me. He has no idea. This is perfect. This is all I need right now. This connection. This passion. Thiscan’t wait another moment to get inside youfeeling.Thisis exactly what I’ve always wanted.
“Fuck me, Rhys. I need you inside me.”
“Damn, baby, hearing you say you need me does something to me.”
Then he’s lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lines up his thick cock with my center.
“Are you sure? You aren’t too sore?”
“Fill me up, Rhys, I’m empty without you,” I practically whine, desperate to feel him inside me again, even though it’s only been a few hours.
“Fuuuck me,” he groans as he literally impales me, filling me up with one hard thrust. My head drops back against the door, pleasure pulsing through me from my center and expanding outward.
Rhys keeps me pinned to the door, holding me up by my ass and fucking me hard. His forehead drops to my shoulder as his fingers grip my ass harder. God, it feels incredible to be wanted like this.
