“God, you feel so good.”
“You too,” I tell him, moving against him again.
His hands never leave me as I ride him as instructed. They play with my hair, they trace patterns over my back, they hold on to my waist, and then my ass, as he ruts up into me.
I feel like I’m being worshipped, and it’s intoxicating in a way I’ve never experienced before, which is why I’m not surprised when I feel myself already teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Touch me, Ezra. Please,” I beg him. “I’m so close.”
He slips his hand back between us, his thumb pressing against my clit as I continue my stride.
He surges up into me every so often, always hitting that spot that makes me see stars, and combined with his touch between my legs, I’m coming before I even realize it’s happening.
“Oh shit, shit, shit,” he mutters, his head falling into the crook of my neck. “That feels ... You’re ...fuck.”
None of it is coherent, but that doesn’t matter. I understand everything as his body shakes and his cock pulses as he fills the condom with a force.
I slow my movements until I’m just sitting on him, slumped against Ezra as the last twelve or so hours catch up with me.
I’m exhausted. Completely spent. And even though I slept so well last night, I could fall right back to sleep if given the chance.
Ezra must have the same idea, because he lifts me off him and lays me against the pillow. I watch as he climbs out of bed with a stilted gait, and it tugs at my heart. How could something so incredible cause him so much pain? And why does he keep trying to put on a brave face when it’s obvious he’s hurting?
I want to ask him that and so much more, but I don’t. Those are the kinds of things you talk about with your boyfriend, and Ezra isn’t mine.
This is nothing. Harmless fun. That’s all.
It has to be, because if it’s not, then what the hell am I doing here?
Chapter Fifteen
Ezra
“Did you find a date for our wedding yet?”
I barely spare Odette a glance, then go right back to my work in front of me.
I’m stationed at the bar today, and I tell myself it’s because I needed a change of scenery, and that it has nothing at all to do with the brown-haired beauty behind the counter.
Nothing she said about us sleeping together made sense, because no matter how we spin it, even if it is a favor for her father, I am still her boss. But I couldn’t find a single fuck to give about that, especially not when she was sitting on my lap, looking every bit like a goddess. And especially not after I knew how good being inside her felt.
I would have agreed to almost anything she said just to have her again.
And I did. Have her again, that is. And again and again and again.
Summer’s been spending a lot of time in my bed since I drove her home from Stick Taps last week. We claim it’s because we’re working on the remodel, and it just makes sense for her to come to my place, but that doesn’t explain why our planning sessions always end with us naked.
With the kitchen plans finalized and approved by Summer, construction officially kicked off a few days ago, and the crew is already making significant progress. I’m hopeful that the project might even be completed sooner than they quoted, but I’m trying not to cling to that idea too tightly, just in case.
I’m trying not to hold on toanythingtoo tightly.
My eyes slide to Summer, and I look away almost instantly.
“Uh, hello? Earth to Ezra?” Odette waves her hand in front of my face, as if I don’t know that she’s there or talking to me.
“Noah, please tell your girlfriend to stop being obnoxious or I’m going to ban her from the cidery.”
“Fiancée,” Odette corrects. “And you won’t ban me. You like me.”
