“Wait,” she says, and I slow my thrusts. She gives my stomach a gentle shove.
I slip out of her, and she hops off the table and drops to her knees. Cupping her breasts, she pushes them together. “Come on my breasts.”
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp in surprise. She’s bringing to life a fantasy I didn’t even know I had. I rub my cock with firm strokes, and it doesn’t take me long to reach my climax. My cum splashes across her breasts and coats her in thick, white spurts.
Ava drops her breasts and proceeds to rub my cum into her skin. That visual has me coming again, and since I wasn’t expecting it, it hits her face.
She smiles up at me, unbothered, and takes her index and middle finger to her cheek to wipe away—no, she’s not wiping it away. Instead she brings those fingers to her mouth and sucks them dry.
My eyes zero in on her lips. “Ava,” I growl, and she giggles.
Without giving her warning, I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder.
Before she can finish laughing, I’ve tossed her down on the bed and am slipping into her warmth once more.
After that tease, I’m going to fuck her until the sun rises tomorrow.
CHAPTER 39
AVA
A thud bringsme out of my zoned-out stupor.
“Another?” Luna smiles as she nods toward the fresh cup of coffee she just placed in front of me.
Blowing a flyaway piece of hair out of my eye, I run a hand through my tresses and sigh. The mug is pleasantly warm around my hand as I pick it up, and I shudder, remembering the freezing rain outside. Somehow the weather has gotten worse, and Chicago winters are arctic to begin with. Whoever pissed off Mother Nature needs to cool it before I turn into a pink popsicle.
Tracing a whorl in the wood of the bar, I take in my surroundings. On my lunch break, I knew I needed to get out, and Bean Hive seemed like the best place. I wandered in slightly zombie-like, and Luna brought my favorite coffee after one glance at me. I guess I drank the first cup while so deep in thought I didn’t even realize I was done.
It’s still a bit weird, coming here without Celine.
Man, do I miss working with my bestie.
Luna wipes the wooden bar down and waves to a customer as they leave. Everyone loves her since she takes the time to get to know those who pass through. That’s not even counting the amazing coffee blend that’s unique to her café. It’s so smooth and light in flavor.
“Are you going to tell me what’s got you sighing for the umpteenth time?” She peeks at me through blond and lavender strands.
“Did I tell you that you rock the hair?” I shift in my seat. “We should touch up the color soon.”
She quirks a brow at me. “Nice deflection. Seriously, Ava, what’s wrong? This quiet energy isn’t like you.” Genuine care seeps into her tone, and I deflate. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”
As I launch into my tale of woe, Luna listens to everything with a concerned expression. I don’t leave any details out from the investigation, power explosion, or my relationship with Valen since all of it went down. Nobody is close to us, so I don’t have to censor anything, although if they did hear, it would probably sound like I was recounting some crazy show or book.
“So that’s where I’m at. I nearly killed my best friend and I have these powers I don’t know how the fuck to control.” Even now they swirl in my chest, and occasionally, a tingle will shoot down my arm. “I feel like a loose cannon. I don’t know how to control my magic. What if it comes bursting out of me again? Could I level this entire building and everyone here with it?”
“That’s heavy.” Luna’s fingers flex on the counter. Her nails are painted a silver glitter color. It’s a reminder that I haven’t even felt like getting my nails done, which is so unlike me. “What happened to Celine doesn’t sound like it was your fault,” Luna murmurs. “You can’t be too hard on yourself. It seems to me like you guys only managed to escape because of you.”
Making atsksound, I swirl my coffee around. “Now you sound like Valen,” I grumble.
Luna nods to one of her employees, who assumes her spot working the bar. She walks around to my side and takes my hand with a gentle tug. I grab my mug with my free hand because I’m not going to leave a drop of coffee behind. Leading me to the back where an empty table is, she sits and tugs me down with her. Her blue eyes, a brighter, more vibrant shade of blue than mine, shine as they search my face.
There’s a calming energy about Luna. Her general personality and aura are comforting, and I find I can talk to her easily. It’s not that I can’t talk to Celine, but I think anyone could walk up to Luna and have a conversation without it feeling awkward.
“Have you practiced your magic more with Jade?” she asks, crossing one jean-clad leg over the other. She has a killer pair of brown boots that encase her lean calves.
“Not yet. I let her know what happened, but told her that I’m not ready to dive into the deep end. I know I need to, but I’m too chicken shit right now to do it.” My lips flatten at how small I feel. It’s quite the departure from my loud personality and fuck-all way of living life.
The fact is, Ineedto learn, and as quickly as possible. If I’m able to help Valen with whatever is going on with those underground tunnels and break the spell my ancestor used to bind him, then the sooner I learn, the better, but I’m so fucking scared.
