“I’ll be right back,” Hazel said, suddenly getting up, and I felt the familiar emptiness right away. It was unsettling this time.
“Where are you going?”
“Lady business.”
“Oh, you mean peeing.”
She let out a fake gasp, pretending ladies never did such things, and I laughed. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back, revealing her beautiful, bare ass as she walked to the bathroom. I literally had to bite my fist, groaning at the sight in front of us. By ‘us,’ I meant my penis and me.
Don’t worry. She’ll be back.
Nice! I was having a mental conversation with my own dick. What had I become?
Suddenly, a slight ping interrupted my thoughts. I automatically grabbed the phone from the nightstand. Probably updates from the office. But before realizing it wasn’t mine, I was reading a text message from Dad: ‘Couldn’t reach you. Consider my offer again. It’s a great opportunity, it would be stupid to waste it. Wayde’s Publishing would love to have you. They have an opening, and I’ve known the CEO as long...’
The message cut off before I could read the rest.
Wayde’s Publishing. It’s a big company. Her dad was offering her a job that fit the exact future she wanted. And she was ignoring it? Avoiding it? Or was this just another thing she couldn’t accept because it had been handed to her?
A strange unease settled in my chest. As much as I wanted her to be happy, I also wanted her to be smart.
I heard the sound of footsteps and quickly set her phone back on the nightstand. Hazel returned, and the restless feeling eased. She climbed into bed, and I nestled between her legs, resting my head on her stomach, pressing soft kisses beside her belly button.
“Hey, I have a question for you, too.” Her fingers combed through my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp.
“I’m listening.”
“It’s kind of personal.”
“Maybe you should work for it then,” I teased back, biting into her hip.
She laughed and tugged my hair a little harder than necessary, so I squeezed her ass in return, my hand already beneath her.
“How many... ahh, sexual partners have you had?”
I froze. Not from awkwardness, rather surprise. Lifting my head, I met her gaze, her mouth slightly crooked as she bit the inside of her cheek.
“Why,” I grinned, “are you so interested?” I shifted, trailing kisses up her hip, stomach, and the soft skin between her breasts. Each of them earned me a soft moan.
“Just curiosity.” Her controlled breathing didn’t feel so controlled anymore.
“Isa lot agood enough answer?”
“Not really. It’s very vague,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, as I grazed her nipple with my tongue. Hazel’s hands tangled into my hair, gliding slowly through it.
“Tell me honestly, do you really want to know the number?”
My hips rolled into hers, her slick folds brushing against me.God, big labia was the best fucking thing ever. I never understood why women were so self-conscious about them.
At least twenty seconds passed before she whispered, “No.”
“I think the number doesn’t matter,” I murmured. “Because it has given me the knowledge to do this.” I slid my finger inside her, and Hazel arched into me. I wrapped my arm around her back, while my thumb was grazing her clit. Her hands clutched my biceps, nails digging in.
“To watch for clues.” I circled my finger inside her painfully slowly. Her breathing quickened. I put a light kiss on her jaw and watched her face as she trembled slightly.
“To look for signs.” I arched my finger, and she spasmed in pleasure.
“Luke,” she pleaded in a half-breath, as my finger disappeared inside of her, and I shifted myself lower.
