“What does that mean for us? Does that mean that you’re done with me?” he asks, his chocolate eyes searching mine. “Are we done?”
I grin at him and shake my head. “No, I don’t want us to be. Do you?”
“Of course not, why do you think I’m here?” He sounds desperate when the words leave his lips.
“Because I’m not making assumptions when it comes to me and you, August. I know that your dad puts you through so much and I know there is only so much that you can take. So, I get it if you have to walk away.” I swallow before adding, “I will find a way to live with that, if that’s the case, but just know I’m not letting this all end so easily. You and I are made for each other.”
He grins at me. “I said that to you in college.”
“Yeah, I hear it every night when I go to sleep.”
“You love me.” His grin grows into a toothy smile.
“Of course I love you, you big idiot,” I say, breaking into a smile of my own.
“Thank god. I was so worried after everything that happened on Saturday. I should have spoken up for you. I should have...” His voice trails off.
I move toward him, straddling him on the couch. “August, you and I are okay regardless of what happened that night. I know why you did what you did. I know that you were only trying to make sure that he didn’t go after me further.”
He nods and places his hands on my hips. “You are so incredible. I have missed having you in my arms like this. Do you have any idea how many dirty ideas I had for you after that gala? And then we never got around to any of them.”
I giggle. “Well, what if we did some of those right now. Or does it require me being in that dress? Because I have that dress back there. I can go and slip it on.”
“No, that will not be necessary. I want you to stay right here.” He places pressure on my knees, and I grin at him, moving my face so that our lips are almost touching. “Hendrix, are you sure we are good?”
I nod. “Yes,” I whisper. “We are more than good.”
“Really? Because I was fully prepared to grovel,” he says, pulling back just a bit so that he can look me in the eyes.
“Yes, although groveling would be fun to watch. Especially with you on your knees. But we’re good. It’s me and you. And we’re not letting anything wreck that, right?”
“We are not,” he replies. “And you are so much more than he gives you credit for.”
“I know that now. And I don’t care what he thinks of me. The only thing that matters is you and me. I promise you that.” I leanin and capture his lips with mine. It’s not tentative at all, more forceful. But August is ready for it.
He kisses me back with just as much fervor, his hands holding strongly onto my thighs. I swivel my hips a bit, pushing down on the hardness that I can feel growing in his shorts. He deepens the kiss, grabbing my ponytail and wrapping it around his hand.
After several minutes, we pull apart and we’re both panting.
“August, I need to be close to you,” I breathe out.
“You are close to me, baby, you are literally sitting in my lap.” His tone comes out teasing, like he knows exactly what I’m getting at but wants to hear me say it.
I start to pull away. I wait for him to hold me there, but he doesn’t. He lets me rise, and I pull down my shorts and underwear in one fell swoop, leaving me bare for him on the bottom. I watch him as he swallows, taking in the sight of me. I pull my shirt over my head. Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra, letting it join the rest of my clothes on the floor.
“Are you going to come over here and let me touch you? Or are you staying over there?” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes wide with desire.
“I plan on letting you touch,” I say to him, approaching him again and dropping to my knees in front of him. I grab for the hem of his shorts. “I’m going to need you to lift up a bit,” I say, grinning up at him.
August obeys and lifts his hips, while I pull his shorts and briefs down in one movement.
I smirk seeing his cock standing at attention for me. Licking my bottom lip, I look up at him through hooded eyes, asking him a question with my expression. I’m rewarded with a nod.
I push his thighs apart and take him deeply in my mouth.
August cries out. I’ve given him no warm-up, no primer, just taking him all in. I bob up and down slowly while he moans and pulls on my ponytail.
“Fuck, Hendrix, you feel so fucking good.”
