Reese whimpered when Sydney found her clit. Her entrance was dripping, and Sydney’s fingers tried to find purchase amidst the wetness.
She rolled deftly, bracketing Reese between her legs, pinning her down on the bed.
“Yes,” Reese moaned into the room as Sydney was able to find the right angle, slipping fingers inside and beginning to work into Reese.
Sydney leaned down and kissed Reese, their tongues dancingas her fingers were enveloped in heat. It felt so fucking good. She wanted to do this forever.
“You feel so good. So fucking wet. Is this for me?” Sydney questioned. She started rubbing harder against Reese’s clit, focused circles against the tight bud.
Reese’s hips jerked upward, and she cried out, Sydney swallowing her moan with a kiss. Sydney met her arching, thrust for thrust, her hand in between them unrelenting.
It happened quickly, then, as Reese cried out into her mouth.
Her legs were shaking, hips jerking uncontrollably as Sydney worked her through her orgasm. “You’re so good, baby. So good,” Sydney whispered. She slowed her fingers down, softening her touch before sliding her fingers out completely.
Reese was breathing heavily, her stomach muscles clenching as little aftershocks worked their way through her body.
“Come up here.” Sydney rolled off of Reese and moved up the bed, patting the place next to her.
There was no hesitation, and Reese quickly shifted into what had become Sydney’s favorite position, with her head resting on her chest.
They lay quietly together, until their breathing returned to normal. Sydney ran her hands down Reese’s arms, giving her soft kisses on top of her head.
“So maybe there really is a difference between sex and making love,” Reese teased, scooting impossibly closer against Sydney’s chest.
Sydney glanced at the clock on the nightside table. She had about two more hours before she needed to be up, and after that orgasm, sleep was threatening to overtake her quickly.
Still fully clothed, she could already note the change in Reese’s breathing. She’d fallen asleep, and Sydney looked at her before placing another kiss, this time against her temple. “Whatever that was, I can’t wait to do it again.”
Twenty-Two
“Are we crazy for attending this?”Sydney asked as they made their way down the sidewalk to the Boston restaurant where Grant and Brynn’s rehearsal dinner was being held.
Reese put her hand on Sydney’s back as they maneuvered around a few tourists. “Tomorrow’s going to be even weirder, so this is probably good to get us primed for dealing with it.”
“I can’t believe Brynn’s going through with it,” Sydney lamented as they reached the door, almost like she was personally disappointed that a twenty-six-year-old that she barely knew was making a poor decision.
Reese resisted telling Sydney that that exact feeling was a big part of what her thirties would involve.
“The good news is that she can always divorce him. It’s not like she’s saddled with his kid or something,” Reese pointed out, Sydney holding the door for her to head inside.
Sydney groaned and followed her in. “Ugh, yeah. I hope that doesn’t happen.”
When they entered the restaurant, Reese stopped and turned to Sydney. “Though they would be Reese Jr. and Sydney Jr.’scousin. Which would be nice for the kiddos,” she teased, already expecting the look of judgment on her beautiful girlfriend’s face.
She loved the indignant huff that Sydney let out. “You know that I am all about a feminine junior. And that I’m ecstatic that you’re seriously considering kids at some point in the future.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Reese pushed. She loved riling Sydney up.
Sydney lowered her voice as a couple passed by them, very possibly heading to the same place they were going. “The problem is that I don’t know that the world is ready for Grant Devereux V. He’d probably end up running for president and kicking off the downfall of the world as we know it.”
“You make a compelling argument,” Reese said before kissing Sydney squarely on the lips, loving the little zing it sent through her body.
“Ready to head in there?” Sydney asked, like she was readying herself for battle.
Though Reese had no idea what the vibe of tonight was going to be, she was on high alert, too. Her mother and father would be in the same room, a divorce looming between them. Tripp’s likely negative feelings toward Stan for putting a pause on their business deal would be on full display. And then there was Grant, on the literal eve of his wedding, exactly one week after falling at Sydney’s feet and begging for her to take him back.
She blanched. That one still made her a little sick to her stomach.
