He nods, but his expression tells me he’s unsure of whether this will happen, or if it would even matter if it did.
Taking his face in my hands, I touch his lips with mine, gently. A barely-kiss, more surviving on his breaths than greedy devouring.
His hands appear on my chest, digging in just enough that I can tell he’s on the same ride I am right now. Climbing just as high,click click clicking up to the very top; the steepest point before the drop.
“You’re like a roller coaster, baby. Scary as fuck, but just the best shot of adrenaline.”
And would you look at that? I’m still out there, on the shore with him. On his motorcycle, hidden away from the rest of the world.
Before all the bullshit, before things shifted, because they had to.
In that moment, we were just John and Harley, and I miss it. I want that back, with the three of us. I want more moments like over the summer. Grilling in the atrium, drinking wine and kissing and just beingus, without all the extra baggage of Alabaster fucking Pen.
I regret nothing, because it’s all shown us just how unstoppable we are when the three of us join forces. And I’m sure this makes me a monster, but… I’m not even sure I necessarily regret his losing Tammy.
I know, some boyfriend, right?
But the fact is that if it weren’t for that, he might not have broken free of The Ivory’s chains. Of course I wish he didn’t have to lose for that to happen, but I honestly don’t know if anything else would’ve done it.
I hate feeling like this. Maybe I’m still just insecure. Because I’ve never been with anyone like Velle. Someone so strong, so stubborn, so… fucking awesome. I’m always worried that I’ll lose him. That he’ll be taken from me again…
Like that night, in his office…
“Whatever happens, you have me and Joy,” I breathe on his hot, quivering mouth. “And we have you… right?”
His dark lashes flutter, and he aims abysmal, sparkling ocean blue at me. “Always.”
The way his gaze is unwavering, and his voice is steady, despite the rocking of his pulse, gives me assurance. He didn’t need a great tragedy to fall… It happened long before that.
Maybe even when we were just two strangers in a hotel room.
“You will never not have me, cowboy,” he hums, devilish Velle-smirk tugging the lips I’m kissing. Because they’re mine.
“Glad to hear it, Officer Gorgeous,” I feed him a ragged croon.
And then I go in for more. Slow, deep and needy, my dick jerking when I feel that stud on my tongue.Does it to me every time.
We’re getting hot and heavy when a boom of thunder rattles the walls, slowing us down a bit.
And then the power goes out.
“Shit…” Velle breathes, jittery, as we force ourselves apart, looking around in the pitch black of the room.
For almost a full minute, we can’t see shit. Until finally, the backup generators kick on.
I chuckle out of relief. “Getting wild out there, huh?” I tuck that errant strand of hair behind his ear for him before he can get to it.
“Showtime, Rook.” He winks, flicking my bottom lip with his tongue stud before he jumps to his feet.
This freaking guy… I swear, he’s just the hottest, most delicious menace ever created.
“Baby…” I blink up at Velle while he grabs us a lantern.
Pacing, he moves things that don’t really need to be moved, checking the door ten more times even though we know it’s secure.
“Hm?” He grunts, still shuffling to and fro.
“Remember my first storm on the island?” I’m hoping chatter will distract him from how much he’s obviously stressing and struggling to sit still.
