“You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, licking and sucking. “I want to trauma bond with you for as long as you’ll have me.”
“Shut up. More trauma,” she moaned.
He laughed, moving further down her body until he reached the other part he’d been dying to see. He almost made an “aching puss” joke but thought it might throw the mood off.
“Don’t you fucking dare choreograph anything in your head,” he demanded before he pressed his mouth fully against her pussy, working his tongue and lips as deeply as he could. He heard her sharp intake of breath and after a minute, felt her pushing back against his head.Perfect. If she can’t talk, she can’t choreograph.
She came quickly, removing her hands from his head and flopping them out so she was laying like a starfish. He didn’t stop. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, before pushing up hard against him.
“Too much. Maybe later,” she gasped.
He smiled and rose up above her.
“I have condoms if you want. I’m clean, but whatever you prefer.”Please say no condom. Please. I don’t care if we make a damned baby.
She smiled. “I’m clean too. I got tested the week of the conference. And I’m on the shot.”
Fuck yes!This was like a dream. The little Tinkerbell on her car bonnet was his.
“Want me to return the favor first?” She asked, making a grab for his dick.
“Later. Things to do, a sweet Tinkerbell to fuck,” he answered.
He pushed into her, groaning at the feeling. It had been so long. Not just since he’d had sex, but since he’d actually felt something while doing it. She wasn’t inactive. She wasn’t just taking it. This was no community service. She grabbed at his back, kissing his face, even the side with the scar. He began gently, but fell into a harder, faster rhythm. Big mistake. He was going to cum. He ran through security protocols in his head, but it was too late. God, that couldn’t have gone longer than three minutes, he scoffed to himself.
He groaned, pushing into her hard one final time.
“Sorry Tinkerbell. Give me another five minutes and we’ll go again,” he said.
She laughed. “I got mine already, remember? And not even a second of choreography.”
“Give me five minutes,” he repeated.
So she did. The second time, he redeemed himself and gave her what she had wanted long ago: 45 sweaty minutes of manhandling, sweet words, and orgasms. After a relaxing shower together, they went to bed, pressed skin to skin against each other.
Sometime in the night, he awoke with her pressed against his side, her head on his chest. He stroked her face, reveling in how his life had turned around over the last month. He had his precious Tinkerbell, and he planned to do whatever it took to keep her. His touch awakened her, and she smiled sleepily. “What time is it?” she asked.
He checked his phone. “3:14 am. Still got hours before check-out.”
She lifted her head from his chest and kissed his face, initiating yet another trauma bonding session. This time it was relaxed, gentle, and sleepy. He fell asleep as a big spoon, curled up around the little spoon he knew was his future.
Chapter 24: Anna—The morning after and car park confrontations
Anna walked behind Shane as he carried their luggage to his car. Last night had been amazing. Sweet, soft, rough, dirty, meaningful, and eye-opening. Sex was amazing. She knew it wouldn’t always be so new and fresh with Shane, but she also felt excitement about becoming familiar with him and overly comfortable. She could already see them, bundled up in sweats in front of the television, with Barnabus meowing at them for food. She could also see beautiful date nights, sexy nights away at hotels, and comfortable relaxed sex at home.
She had no plans to move at breakneck speed. She called her dad that morning and filled him in. Of course, he wanted to break Mason’s neck, but she urged him to relax and began drip-feeding him information on Shane. Of course, she held off on the sexy details, merely telling him she’d met April’s husband, and they were friends and potentially more in time. Her short updates to Mel and Rosa were welcomed with no judgment. Mel texted her a screenshot of her previous message about Shane being her HEA, congratulating herself on her psychic abilities. Anna sent back a laughing emoji with the message “Early days yet girl. Calm down.”
“Ready for the road trip home?” Shane pulled her close after loading up the car, kissing her forehead before rubbing his hands up and down her back. She pushed her face into his chest, loving the sound of his heartbeat and the feel of the vibrations in his chest when he spoke.
“Yep, totally different playlist this time. I think it’s—”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” April sneered. “And we’re the cheaters! Hah!”
“Yep. You are,” Anna stated serenely.
Mason was behind April, hunched over and looking like tired rubbish. He turned to face Anna and Shane, opening his mouth when he took in their embrace. Then, he shut it. Mason raised his eyes to meet Shane’s. He looked tired. So tired. He shifted his gaze to Anna, like he wanted to say something, but saw the look on Shane’s face and his shoulders slumped. For a proud man, his posture screamed defeat. For a second, he appeared to be physically afraid of Shane.Maybe that’s why he avoided talking to me, Anna thought. Mason turned to April.
“Get in the car now,” he demanded harshly. “Or get the fucking bus. I don’t care.”
