I shrugged. “You’re the mother of his child. You paused your dreams in order to raise your son. This seems like more than a fair offer.”
Her lips pressed together, an expression I was all too used to from Saros. The thought of him grumbling at home, looking over our case files flitted through my mind, but I brushed it away. He’d made his choice. I’d help him later. Right now, I needed this.
Her.
It’d been too freaking long since we’d been together, but I’d thought about it every single day. Yes, playing with her from a distance was incredible, but to be a few feet away, within reach of the feel of her… Nothing beat it.
Other than if Saros hadn’t been such a shit and had joined us like I knew he was desperate to. Oh well. I’d just have to make her come for the both of us.
“How are things going with the Archon, by the way?” I asked, hands still gripped tight in my pockets, digging crescents into my hips. There were a few other emotions flaring through her, but they were conflicting and moving so quickly I couldn’t piece them together.
“Is that really just aby the way?”
“I have to admit, I’m curious where we stand now that he’s back in the picture.”
It would be easy enough to expect things were the same as where we’d left them, but the truth was he was here now. And I knew better than to think that didn’t change things at all between the three of us—and him.
“We aren’t together. There’s nothing going on,” Oakley assured me, closing the distance between us. Her hand traced along my belt, and she bit her bottom lip. “He will always be Aspen’s father. I’ll always care for him, but that’s where it ends.”
I inhaled deeply, trying to keep my mind focused on the topic at hand in case this was her way of deflecting. Not that I’d resist wherever it was headed. I’d follow her into Hell if she beckoned me there. “If that changes, Wicked—”
“It won’t,” she said, tone honed like a knife, cutting me off.
That’s what I get for trying to manage emotions.
Her chest rose and fell, pale-orange frustration billowing between us like smoke. I stepped the fuck through it. I’d spent the last two weeks waiting to see her. I wouldn’t let anything ruin this moment.
“If it does,” I gripped her chin, willing her chestnut eyes to meet mine, “you deserve everything you want, Wicked. Whateveryoudecide is best for you and Aspen, I want to be a part of it.” Her gaze softened, the pale-orange smoke curling in, disappearing into a pink warmth, flecks of sweet white powder cascading down on us, a blizzard of lust and an emotion I refused to name until she spoke the words. “I’m in this, Oakley. Are you?”
“I am,” she whispered with a nod.
I covered her lips with my own, tasting her tongue with a swirl of my own. My hands ran along the lace of her bodysuit, thumbing over the constellation set across her ribs that zigzagged down in eight stars, the final one landing between her thighs.
“Wicked, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think this design was constructed with me in mind,” I said, kissing along her jaw and sliding a hand over that last star.
She moaned, sweet sugar flavoring the air as she gripped my shirt. “Perhaps.”
My lips brushed along her neck, lowering to her collarbone, her sternum, before I lowered to my knees.
There it was, staring back at me. A collection of stars I’d gazed at too many nights to count growing up in the mortal world.
The Lynx constellation.
I arched a brow at her. “Well, it’s only fair I get to test drive this new design, don’t you think?”
She nodded.
“Hands on the hood, Wicked,” I instructed, guiding her near the SUV. She pressed her palms against the metal, then leaned forward, arching her back, that final star nearly in sight, settled above a series of three small snaps.
“Wider.” I ran my hand from just above her heel and up her thigh, nudging one foot out until she was spread before me like my own astral buffet. “Just like that.”
Her breath hitched as I palmed her over the mesh, hooking my fingers around it and slowly undoing each snap. “I want to taste that Desire of yours straight from the source.”
I groaned, feeling her soaked between my fingers. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” She nodded eagerly. Then she whimpered, pushing into my palm.
“Yeah it is, Wicked.” Removing my shirt, I threw it to the side. Then I stared at that perfectly pink, lickable treat made for me. “And I’m going to have you gushing soon enough.”
