She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
“Tell me.” I nip at her nose.
“No, it’s too ridiculous.”
I buck up into her. I won’t be hard much longer, and soon my release will be spilling out of her. “Tell me.”
“I was just thinking that it was almost like my pussy was talking to your dick. Like they were having their own conversation.” She pulses around me once more.
“And you callmethe dork.” I nip her nose again.
The two of us laugh until my length slips out of her. I stand over her, taking in every detail. Her face. Her flushed cheeks. The new freckles that have popped up on her chest over the weeks. Her nipples are erect, reminding me that I’ll need to warm her up in a minute. I continue my study down her tautstomach, toned from her time spent at the gym, to the patch of dark hair nestled above her clit.
I run my index finger over it, pulling a gasp from her. Eyes locked on me, she spreads her legs wider. I trail my hand up toward her navel, then press down slightly. She understands my silent request and contracts her muscles, causing my cum to leak from her entrance. Dropping to my knees, I fuse my mouth to her pussy so I can consume our combined release straight from the source.
She darts out a hand and grips my hair at its roots.
“Ash,” she cries.
With one last lick, I press a kiss to one thigh, then the other, wishing I could tattoo the shape of my lips on her skin. Despite how greedy she makes me, she’s spent, and I won’t push her anymore tonight.
I weave one arm under her back, the other under her knees, and hoist her up. With her hand against my jaw, she tugs me in for a kiss, and I share the taste of our pleasure with her, our tongues tangling tenderly.
When she finally releases me, I carry her into my bathroom, then set her down in front of the shower. As the water warms up, she embraces me from behind. When she splays her freezing hands against my bare abdomen, I jolt at the sudden sensation.
She tries to pull away, but I clamp down on her wrists, holding her to me.
Because this feeling is worth it.
And though it’s faint, somewhere deep in my consciousness, a voice tells me:She’s worth it.
33
Claire
Summer is slipping awayand I still don’t have a job lined up.
This is so unlike me. I always have a plan for what comes next. Even in grade school. Every sport or extracurricular activity was lined up before the previous one ended.
Yet I’m dragging my feet. And I’m not even remotely freaking out over it.
My lack of concern about being unemployed is actually what’s giving me the most anxiety.
I’ve put it off long enough, though. It’s time to call the one person who always knows what to do.
The phone rings several times, but just as I expect to be sent to voicemail, he answers.
“H-hello?”
“Shit. Sorry. Did I wake you?” I curse myself for not considering where in the world my brother is. I rack my brain, searching for the answer, but come up with nothing. He and Joey travel so damn much I can’t keep up.
He clears his throat. “S’fine. Are you okay?”
Myheart thuds. I’m so lucky to have a big brother who cares about me the way he does.
“I’m fine. It’s nothing. Go back to bed. Sorry.”
“Claire,” he snaps. “What’s up?”
