Page 59 of The Retreat

He nods.

“Yes.”

He hums and swipes his finger over my lower lip, then kisses me. Sucking it from my skin so we can both taste it. Good fucking gods, that was hot. My dick twitches against his stomach, and he chuckles.

“Really? You like it that much?”

“Oh honey, that was from you sharing it with me more than the taste itself.”

He looks at me for a moment, processing the words, then brushes his fingers through the pool of both of our cum on my stomach, and then pushes it between my lips. I tighten them around him, sucking. He brings his mouth down on mine again, joining his tongue with mine around his fingers while he fucks them in and out of my mouth.

I melt into a liquid pool of moans.

“Are you hard again?” he asks, surprised.

I nod, not trusting my words.

“Because of me or because you like to come that much?”

“You.”

“I like that.”

I know one thing after that night.

Owen is going to kill me.

TWENTY-ONE

Owen

Iquickly see I’m way behind where I need to be for my fitness, and camp is a rude awakening. But for the first time in my life, I have something to live for. I live and breathe fencing, throwing myself into it completely, and for once, my mind is silent.

Until I’m alone in my hotel room for the night.

I type to Colin but erase it. We’d exchanged a couple of texts, but nothing much. I couldn’t tell if he is giving me space because he knows I’m busy or if he’s happy to have the space. Why is reading context in text so fucking difficult?

Frotting King: send me a picture of you.

Husband: Miss me?

A photo of him in our bed with just itty-bitty booty shorts on comes through with it.

I snap a photo of myself and reply with it.

Frotting King: I do. Sleeping alone blows.

Husband: You better not bring any of those hunks on your team home with you.

I smile, not sure if he’s serious or not, but I like the way the illusion of his possessiveness makes me feel.

Frotting King: I’m alone.

Husband: Are you sure?

I hit video call.

He answers, and it’s so dark I can barely see him. I sit up and turn the camera around to show him the room.

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