Page 42 of Knot Forgotten

It isn’t until he sheds his clothing down to a pair of black boxers that I realize we are both in our underwear. My belly flips because suddenly, it is different being half-naked with him. I’ve done it before in the past when we didn’t plan on swimming, but now it is something else.

When he dives into the water and swims to me, capturing me around the waist and pulling me close, I go willingly. He presses a soft kiss to my lips that is nothing like his first, then hugs me tightly, keeping us afloat with his feet on the ground below us.

We stay like that until I start to shiver. He wordlessly guides us to the large rock that gets the sunlight at almost all hours of the day. And he picks me up, placing me on the surface before following. Then he gathers me close again, laying us back. My fingers glide over his stomach, my touch innocent in the moment, but still aware of the fact he smells amazing. Like sunlight and something fresh.

I bury my head into his neck, and he sighs happily. Laying with him like this is everything. And I can’t believe I have been so lucky that all of my guys want me too. It is like fate had a hand in us finding each other.

Maybe fate knew we weren’t ready back then, so distance was added. What if now is the time for us to try again? My sleepy thoughts feel dream-like as my own exhaustion from the attack pulls me down into the abyss of sleep.

The dorm is silent when I crack open my eyes. Sunlight shines in from the single window in the room, casting light over the bed Riley has been sleeping in, indicating it is late afternoon now. Slowly, I come back to myself, my fingers curling into smooth toned skin, and I don’t think I could be closer to the body next to me. My leg is thrown over his lower half, the hard indent of his cock pressing against my inner thigh, and I attempt not to move my leg against him.

His musk is strong between us, and I know if I lift my eyes, he will be awake. Which means he woke up before me and held me, allowing me all the rest my body thought I needed. Inhaling, I push away from his warmth and prop myself up on my elbow. My leg is still firmly in place because I have no clue how to move off of him without making it obvious.

“You stayed,” he says, his voice soft and low, sending a shiver of awareness straight through me.

His eyes are clear and less manic-looking. The bruise looks painful and swollen. And another one I didn’t notice earlier is on his chest, just below his ribcage.

“I can’t believe you left in the middle of the night to go fight my dad,” I say, fingering the edge of the bruise. “He could have really hurt you.”

He captures my fingers in his, brushing a strand of hair out of my face with his other hand. “He didn’t.”

“Just don’t do that again,” I say, finally pulling my eyes away from the bruise. “Okay?”

“Rinny, it sounds almost as if you care about me again.”

“I have always cared, Blake.”

He pulses beneath my leg, and we both ignore it. Well, I try to ignore it, but it has slick gathering between my legs, my body not caring one bit that he already rejected the idea of taking my virginity. Not that it seems as serious right now, most of my panic had been my anxiety attack talking. It isn’t like I need to jump in bed with the first available alpha willing to take my v-card.

I shift slightly, almost unconsciously, and he hisses out a breath, his fingers landing on my leg and holding me still.

“You don’t want to do that,” he says, and the rough way the words come out tell me that I really, really want to do whatever he thinks I don’t want to do.

My stomach bottoms out as my clit pulses in response to his tone, and I move again, even with his hold on me. It just makes the contact firmer, the drag of my thigh over his length more obvious.

“Shit, Rinny,” he groans, his fingers digging into my leg, urging me to move this time.

In a split second, I’m somehow straddling him, his cock settled beneath me, his hands cupping my ass as he flexes up into me. The friction of our bodies sends electric shots of pleasure straight between my legs and has me clenching around nothing. I let out a whimper as I give in to the lust that has taken hold. His gaze is locked on where we are touching as if he can burn our clothing off.

“Kiss me,” he demands, as he tears his eyes away from where we could connect.

I lean down over him, giving him my full weight, and he moans, the sound full of desire to feel more of me. Kissing him, he takes over quickly, the cool metal of his lip rings the only part of it that isn’t soft. He slides his tongue along my lips, and I part for him, allowing him to taste me as much as I want to taste him.

I’m lightheaded and almost floating as our lips dance. Who needs air when you can have Blake’s kisses? Not me.

All along, he encourages me to move over him, finding the best angle to bring me pleasure. A tingling builds inside of my chest, and I’m positive I’ll never get enough. He nips at my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth, before releasing it and soothing the slight pain with another soft kiss.

“Christ, your body feels like heaven, Rinny.”

He kisses along my jawline and below my ear, down the side of my neck. When he reaches the scent gland on my neck, he licks at it, his teeth grazing my skin teasingly. I arch into the attention as harsh gasps of air push from my lungs.

His fingers tighten on my ass again, urging me to pick up the pace. It sends a jolt of pure bliss straight through me, and soon, I can’t move. I’m frozen as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, and he continues to pulse his hips up against me adding to it.

He nips my skin as if he is going to claim me, and then I can feel him jerk in his boxers beneath me as he comes.

Our breaths mingle as we both come down from our orgasms. How the hell do you have an orgasm without doing anything more than dry humping like a pair of teens and kissing? I’m not positive, but doing it again sounds like a great idea.

He presses a soft kiss to my nose and then pats my ass. So I slid off of him, attempting not to look at the wet spot his cum left behind. Or focus on the slick that is still coating my panties. My cheeks flush, and I avert my eyes.

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