All I could do was exist in some purgatory of foolish hope.
Hope that maybe one day she’d come back home.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
sully
ELEANOR SUMMERS HAD FINALLY made it back to me.
She wasmine, and she was here, and I was taking her to fucking bed.
As soon as I scooped her into my arms, she reached up to kiss me again. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and her hands tangled into my hair, nearly ripping it out as she tugged me closer.
I loved every fucking thing about it, but it was a bit of a hazard—trying to walk up the stairs while sloppily kissing her back. I didn’t have the patience for finesse, not when I finally had her lips on mine again after so fucking long, andGoddid she taste good.
But after bumping into the wall a few times and having to trythriceto grip the door handle and push it open, I finally made it inside my room. Finally dropped Ellie onto my bed. Finally planned to join her in it and never fucking leave again.
“Eleanor.”
She blinked up at me, perched on the edge of my mattress. The one she’d been sleeping in for over a month. Without me.
That changed tonight.
“Yes?” Her chest heaved, her voice breathless.
Fuck, I was obsessed with this woman. I was obsessed withthe way her bangs were all tangled on her forehead, and how her dark hair shone with the late afternoon light hitting it, and the color of her skin when it was tinged pink. I was obsessed with her sweet soul and how I could see it in her amber eyes.
“Since the day I met you, not a day has gone by where I haven’t wanted you with every part of my being.” It had been roughly two seconds since I’d touched her, and I needed to remedy that, so I swept her bangs aside and then twisted a finger around a strand of hair. “Not a single goddamn day. You know that, right?”
She nodded slowly and then reached for me, sort of aimlessly, like she also needed to touch me. Like she just needed to feel me. Her palm flattened on my stomach and then dragged down, leaving a trail of heat that left me panting.
“I’ve only ever wanted you, too,” she said between shallow breaths before hooking a finger in my belt loop, tugging me closer. My cock twitched, already impossibly hard, and Ellie’s sultry gaze wandered down to it, like she knew what she did to me and wanted to watch. A gleam appeared. A naughty little gleam that made my mouth water, desperate to taste more of her. “I want younow.”
I sucked in, staring as her delicate fingers began to undo my belt, and I couldn’t find it in me to stop her. If she wanted me, I was all fucking hers. Always hers.
“You can have me,” I assured her.
My breathing turned erratic as she worked my zipper down, curled her fingers in my briefs, and yanked them down. My cock bobbed, and Eleanor wasted no time wrapping her hand around it, making me shudder at the perfection of her touch.
So long.
It had been so fucking long since I’d felt her like this. Since I’d felt her skin glide to the base of my cock, which pulsed erratically. I hadn’t let her touch me that night in Boston. I’d known it would be the end of me, and I’d never recover. Even if she’d declined using a condom that night, I probably would have insisted on it.Because how would I ever survive feeling Eleanor Summers wrap around me and then let her go?
I didn’t have to now, though. She was mine, and she was touching me, and it was everything I remembered but more. My eyes fluttered shut, trying to pull myself together. Already, I felt precum leak onto my tip, which Ellie used as lubrication, making me groan and whimper. And then my fucking knees grew weak as I felt her breath, her closeness.
“Sawyer.”
She said my name like it was her personal prayer.
I felt her tongue, licking my leaking cum, and I had no idea how I was still standing. This was a dream; it had to be a dream.
“Sawyer baby,” she breathed. “Open your eyes.”
Fuck me.
I couldn’t ignore her, not when I’d made her promise not to disappear on me, so I did as she said, tilting my chin to find her staring up at me with those warm, honey eyes. And then I watched, jaw hanging open, as she trailed her tongue from the tip of my cock to my base and back up again. I watched as she straightened, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and threw it on the floor. Her bra followed, leaving Eleanor Summers naked on my bed.
“Fucking hell,” I mumbled, my heart thundering in my chest. “You are…”
