And he gave me what I wanted, his mouth nipping and sucking my bouncing breasts, he sank in deeper, practically folding my body in half as he fucked me like he owned me. He did. “Come with me, baby.” He pinched my clit and my pussy spasmed clamping down on his cock as I fell over the edge, white spots clouding my vision.
Shay followed a second later. “Oh fuck,” he roared, his hot cum filling my pussy, dripping down my thighs onto the freezer top. Our chests heaving, he dropped his brow to mine, our breaths mingling, bodies pulsing and shaking. My pussy still clenched tight around him, I brushed my hands through his hair, wet with sweat as his mouth sought mine in the slowest of kisses, a dire contrast to the upheaval he’d leashed on my body seconds ago.
“Blue,” he whispered when he finally lifted his head, his eyes searching mine, saying so much without words. I wanted to say something, to seal this moment, to let him know I was his. But fear laced its way amid the cold, and I stayed silent. With a soft groan, he pulled out of me. Stuffed himself back inside his pants and helped me up. “You okay?” he asked, palming my cheek.
Forcing back the emotion hellbent on wrecking my bliss, I smiled. Then my gaze fell to the white droplets on the freezer top. Shay also noticed and we burst out laughing. He grabbed my torn panty off the floor, wiped the spots and shoved it into his pocket with a wink.
Together we moved toward the door. Every inch of me throbbed with a reminder I wasn’t likely to forget. Yet reality always banged on my happiness when I was most likely to ignore it.
I opened the door to find the head waiter staring at us, curiosity mingled with concern skated over his startled expression.
“Miss Logan?”
Shit.
I swallowed, trying to act natural. “Hi, I was just checking the excess stock.”
Whether he bought it or not, I didn’t stick around to find out. Grabbing Shay’s hand, we hurried back to the elevator. At my office door, I allowed him to drop a soft kiss to my lips. I watched him walk away and just before he turned the corner, he called out, “I was right about the hour, Blue.” Then he was gone, leaving me blushing and having to deal with the crazy somersaults in my stomach.
If only our love hadn’t cartwheeled...
43. I Don’t Want To Lose You – Tina Turner
Skye – 25 years
The last four weeks were somewhat draining, my body and mind slipping from yes to no. Everywhere I turned, had become a constant reminder of Shay. I couldn’t look at the freezer without blushing or take a shower without touching myself to thoughts of what he did to me in there.
It was like he was intent on usurping my life and peace. As for Griffin, he was smitten with Shay, they’d not only become good friends but spent a lot more time together than I should have allowed if I planned on keeping the secret from Shay.
Sometimes I found myself thinking, I should just tell him, get it over with, deal with the repercussions whether good or bad. Selfishly, I couldn’t lose my son and no surprise, I didn’t want to lose Shay too. Twice Dad visited and Shay came over for dinner both times. Apart from Paris, Griffin, Caleb and Jesse, it felt like old times. Conversation was easy yet somehow, Dad, Shay and I managed to steer away from the past or why things happened the way they did. They never mentioned Ryleigh and I never asked. My mind had settled on the fact that she and Shay were separated, and I didn’t plan on asking him.
Only, I was lying to four people. Dad, Shay, Griffin and myself. Something had to give and annoyingly I didn’t know what, or how to. I’d turn into a real nutcase if I didn’t find an outlet soon.
I don’t want to lose you, Shay.
“Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart.”
