“I’m so close, baby. Come all over my cock,” I huffed out.
Granting me permission, she answered, “I’m right there with you, Spence. Come inside of me.”
Finally, I snapped my eyes away from her face, watching as I pounded into her just a few more times. Every stroke brought me closer along with her words,come inside of me.
Drops of sweat began to form, threatening to drip from my hair as I held back my orgasm so she could come first. The most stunning shade of pink I’d ever seen danced across her cheeks when her pussy held on to me, begging me to mix my cum with hers.
The vein in my neck popped and the deep tan in my skin tinted red as I held on a little longer.
“Oh my God. I’m coming, Spencer.” Her ass backed up wildly against my cock, and working together, we drained each other completely.
As I spilled into her, my entire body relaxed. The tension in my neck and shoulders slipped away, and the sensation of release had me feeling at ease. Being with Avery was an entirely different kind of comfort that hadn’t existed in my life until now.
When I asked her to drop her guard and not be scared when it came to me, I was ready to free fall right into the comfort of her arms. But what if it wasn’t as easy as I made it sound? What if this was too good to be true and this feeling was just a temporary high? What if the moment things became too easy, and her debts were paid, she’d take off?
What if my insecurities were the one thing that would break us?
I needed to trust her in the same way I asked her to trust me.
From the kitchen,I had a private behind-the-scenes view of Avery on the patio. Her dark hair blended in with the night sky, and with just the slightest breeze in the air, the hair framing her face blew in the wind. A red silk robe hung over her body, with a slit just high enough to drive me wild, and her long legs stretched over the footrest reminded me of just an hour ago, when they were wrapped tightly around my waist.
I was supposed to be in here grabbing drinks for us, but selfishly, I couldn’t stop myself from stealing glances at the girl who had wedged her way into my everyday life.
After moments of watching her look like she belonged here—on my patio, in my house—I walked our drinks out, taking a seat as close to her as possible.
Now that we weren’t in a lust-filled daze, the one thing that had been nagging at me crept back to the center of my mind.
“I’ve been dying to hear more about your van.” I handed her a glass of chilled white wine.
“I had a feeling you were curious.” Swirling her wine around, she smacked her lips after a taste.
“What’s the backstory? Did you buy it because you needed out of your ex’s place?” My question was blunt.
“Technically, yes. It’s actually the only thing I have left of my family. So, I took what little I had and stuffed it into my van. The rest is history.”
Fuck.
It was a blessing and a curse every time Avery’s family came up in conversation. I was lucky enough to learn more about her, but sometimes, that information just ended up being a slap in the face that she had a harder life growing up than I did.
“I’d like to know more if you’re willing to talk about it…” I took a sip of my bourbon, welcoming the first sting as it ran down my throat.
“It’s not a pretty story.”
“The past isn’t always pretty.” I ran my hand along her leg, showing her that I was there to listen. “But the past has a funny way of shaping us into who we are today. And odds are, if you already went through all the hard stuff, your bright and shiny days aren’t too far ahead.”
Avery quirked her head to the side. “Says who?”
“Says me. It’s about damn time karma comes around and gives you what you’re owed since it seems you’ve put up with her on her worst days.”
“Who says karma is a girl?”
“Me. And she’s a bitch.”
We both chuckled, giving the serious moment a shimmer of light.
“Her name is Ol’ Red.”
That was oddly specific.
