“Baby, I’m so close. I need to come… please,” she begged.
Dear God! This scene, with her words, I was so close, too.
I quickened my thrusts as both of our orgasms hit at the same time. “Shit! Come all over my cock, sweetheart.”
After we came back down to earth, I slowly pulled out of her and she turned around, pulling me in for a sweet kiss. I didn’t bother getting dressed as I walked her over to the couch, dropped the strap to the floor, and covered us with a blanket as she laid her head on my chest.
“That was… wow,” she breathed out.
She wasn’t the only one out of breath, as my reply came out the same way. “Yeah, it really was.”
“You are really good with that thing, you know that?”
I laughed. “What can I say, I’ve had a lot of practice… That’s not what I meant. I mean?—”
“Drea, relax. I’m not an idiot. I know I’m not your first, and I probably won’t be your last.” She smiled, but it didn’t look like the genuine one I had become addicted to.
I didn’t dignify that with a response, so I kissed her softly instead.
She laid her head back on my chest, drawing idle circles. I was so content at that moment, but I couldn’t get her words out of my head.I know I’m not your first, and I probably won’t be your last.
She wasn’t the first, but I thought maybe I could’ve wanted her to be the last, and that scared me. I was afraid to admit it to myself, and I didn’t know how to make the words come out.
The what-if’s played in the back of my head on a loop. What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if shedid? What if we fell in love for a few years, but it ended badly? What if we got married and started a family, but resented each other and were stuck together because of the kids?
Blair was worth more than those thoughts. She deserved more than me. Someone who wasn’t broken. Someone who could give her what she wanted.
But as we lay there together, I realized I wanted to be that person for her. I wanted to be good enough for her. I wanted to be someone she could be proud to be with. I wanted to be the person she loved.
She looked so beautiful and peaceful lying on me. Like she was at home in my arms, and I didn’t dare think to move us as her breathing evened out and I noticed that she had fallen asleep. She felt like home.
Chapter Thirty
Blair
I woke up in an unfamiliar room, a warm body beside me.I snuggled into the warmth, remembering who I was with. She must’ve carried me all the way to the back room in the middle of the night.
I felt tender arms wrap around me, and I melted into the embrace. I wanted to continue waking up in Drea’s arms. She made me feel safe and secure. She made me feel like she would always be there to protect me from anything.
“Mmm, good morning, beautiful.” A sleepy Drea smiled at me and kissed my forehead softly.
“Good morning, sleepy head. Did you carry me back here last night?”
She shrugged. “You fell asleep on the couch, and I didn’t want to wake you to take you home, but I also didn’t want you sleeping on that hard couch. So I brought you back here to the bed. I’m sorry. I should have slept in my office.”
I frowned. “What? Are you crazy? No, this was—” My phone interrupted me, and I cursed when I saw it was Cara calling.
“Shit, I better take this. I’m sorry.”
She kissed me gently. “Don’t be sorry, love. I’ll be right here when you get back.”
I groaned, not wanting to get out of our warm bubble.
“Hey, Cara.” I cleared my throat, trying not to sound guilty of anything. “What’s up?”
“Hey, doll. What are you doing? You sound like you just woke up or had sex.”
I let out an embarrassing sound somewhere between a choked laugh and a squeal. “Sex?! What? No, don’t be ridiculous. I wasn’t having sex… I just woke up.” It wasn’t a lie, so why did I have to make it sound like one?Play it cool, B!
