“That was so… hot,” she whispers back, then she kisses me again.
“Which part?” I don’t fight the cocky grin that spreads across my face.
“All of it, but especially that last part.”
“I can’t wait to taste you again, but next time, I’ll be doing it with my head between your thighs.”
She bites her bottom lip, flushing even more than she already was in her post-orgasmic glow. “Soon, okay?”
“Watching you come with my name on your lips made me come harder than I ever have before. And it was so much better than taking care of myself in the shower. So yes, very fucking soon.”
She looks at me, uncertainty in her eyes. “Have you ever…”
I shake my head. “Baby, other than a few kisses, I’ve never done any of this before. Only with you, Ariana.” I don’t care about her past. I know I’m her future.
She smiles shyly at me and wraps her arms around my neck before tucking her head against it. After a few seconds, she lets out a little snort-laugh. Fuck, I love those.
“Two fumbling virgins humping on the couch and coming in their pants… who knew that could be so hot?”
Now I let out a snort-laugh, but it’s not nearly as cute as hers. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, and snuggles in even closer. I hold her tight, my arms around her waist, and we both start to doze off.
“Come on, baby. Time for bed.” I stand with her in my lap, and her legs wrap around my hips for a minute before we untangle from one another. She slips into the bedroom, a sleepy smile on her lips. In my own bedroom, I clean up and fall asleep feeling more content than I have in a long time. Maybe ever.
Chapter 38
Can you choke on your own heart?
Luca
“God, how do you do this every day?” Parker asks, huffing and puffing on a bench and dripping sweat fucking everywhere.
I throw another towel at him. The first one is in a wet pile on the floor. “How do you eat ramen every day?”
He wipes his face. “Thanks. And I don’t eat ramen every day.”
“The noodle cup things count, dude.”
“Okay, fine. I eat ramen every day.”
“At least those have veggies in them.”
His lopsided grin is kinda goofy looking. But so are his purple and green striped gym shorts. “Yeah, and that’s why the girls never steal them like they do the other ones. Well, Lil does if she’s high and there’s no other ramen options, but she picks all the veggies out.”
“Seriously?”
He laughs and wraps the towel around the back of his neck. “It’s funny shit. Lil picks them out, and Ari makes stuff out ofthem. Faces, dicks, words…” His smile fades slightly, and he leans back against the wall. “Huh…”
“What?” I grunt.
“Your face went from marginally amused to incredibly irritated.”
I take a drink from my water bottle and try to flatten my expression, but jealousy is more in control than anything else at the moment. “I’m fine.”
“Very convincing.” He nods, smirking. “You’re absolutelynotgiving off possessive vibes right now.”
I flip him off, and he cackles. I’ve never known a guy who laughs as much as Parker does.
“I’m protective, not possessive.” Am I, though? The amount of times I think of Ariana as mine a day is… well, it’s a lot.
