I look at him from over my shoulder, studying the hard lines of his face, the complete focus. Our gazes meet, then our mouths smash together in a fervent kiss.
I didn’t think I had another orgasm in me, but he doesn’t leave me a choice. He demands my release, and I give it to him. My pussy grips his dick, pulling him deeper as he comes inside me, his hot seed filling me as he shouts his release into my mouth.
His body collapses on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress, our wild heartbeats and breaths mingling together as one while we come down from the high.
He rolls over, pulling me on top of him. I run my fingers through his hair, our gazes locking together.
Different emotions swirl inside his eyes as he watches me for a moment. “I didn’t hurt you, did?—”
“No,” I say immediately, not even giving him a chance to finish. “You didn’t hurt me. I—” My lips clamp closed. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them back.
Not now.
Not like this.
So instead, I press a kiss to his chin. “I’m perfect.Youwere perfect.”
The corner of his mouth twitches up, but his smile disappears just as quickly.
Lifting my hand, I play with his hair, neither of us saying anything.
He’s the first one to fall asleep, so I take a moment to watch him in the darkness.
And I hold him tight, hoping this will be enough.
ThatIam enough.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
MATTHEW
She’s gone.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
Gone.
The last few days have passed in a blur of arrangements, alcohol, and Jessica.
Anything to keep busy.
Anything to dull that freaking beeping sound that has somehow etched into my mind.
Anything to erase the image of my mother’s still body lying in that bed.
Cold.
Lifeless.
Dead.
That lump in my throat grows bigger as they lower her casket into the ground.
Becky’s crying somewhere to my left. The only thing keeping her upright is Miguel.
Chase’s face is stoic as he walks to her other side, arm in arm with Rose and Kyle.
