“Don’t move,” I said, moving to kneel between her legs, spreading them wider.
“What are you doing?” she asked, peering at me over her shoulder.
I slid my hand down her back, dipped my fingers between her ass cheeks to tease her pert little asshole, and then slowly sunk my fingers into her soaked cunt, reveling in the knowledge that half this cum was mine.
She hissed.
“Sore?”
“Yes, but I wanted to be. Theo, that was...”
“I know,” I said, swirling my fingers inside her, wishing we had more time. “I have to go soon. Unfortunately, I keep hitting snags in my plans, and I need to sort some things out.” I pulled my fingers from her and lifted them to her back, starting to draw over it. “Don’t shower.” I dropped a kiss to her shoulder. “If this is the only night we have together, I want to know you fell asleep with my words on your skin.” I pressed another kiss to the top of her spine. “That part of me is still here with you after I’m gone.”
I dipped my fingers into her, stroking, soothing away some of her pain, wanting to make her feel good one last time, before pulling them out and drawing the next letter, repeating the motion until I’d made Stella come again and wrote a whole secret message on her back.
27
Stella
It was almost 3 a.m.by the time we finally re-emerged from my bedroom, me in my robe, Theo in his slacks and the largest T-shirt I owned.
We hadn’t turned on any lights in the living room, so it was especially creepy when Amos made a low clicking noise and called, “Hellooo,” out of the darkness in a high-pitched voice.
Theo stopped dead in his tracks, and I nearly ran into him.
“Where is he?” he asked.
“Far side of the room, in his cage.”
More clicking. “Ah, ha ha ha haaa.”
It was Amos’s usual cackle, but right now, even I could admit it sounded slightly terrifying.
Theo’s shoulders inched toward his ears. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” To prove my point, I slid past him and turned on the soft light in the kitchen.
It brightened the apartment just enough to make out the cage and plants, but Theo still hadn’t moved from my bedroom doorway. Not a fan of birds, then.
“Oh, Theo!”Amos cried in near-perfect mimicry of me.
Jesus. Had I really sounded like that?
Theo turned to me wearing an insufferable expression.
“He repeats what he hears,” I said, stating the obvious as I retreated to the kitchen. “Do you want water or anything before you go?” I shot him a smirk. “Since I did just drain you dry.”
His gaze slid down me, like he was wondering if we had time for round two. Oh, god, I hoped not. My vagina couldn’t handle it. Not after what he’d just done to me. What I’d practically begged him to do to me.
“Just water,” he finally said.
I snagged a bottle from the fridge and turned back around, freezing.
Theo stood by my couch, half bent over my coffee table. “What isthis?”
The way his tone had shifted into pure glee was a clear indicator that he’d spotted something to torment me with, and I did a quick scan of the objects cluttering the table, worried I’d left something embarrassing out like a vibrator or my retainer or—oh, shit.
My sketch pad.
