Page 67 of Saved By My Buyers

As Jack pushes me into the room, I realize he’s right. I can’t imagine not receiving any kind of affection for years. His words help change my view of what I’ve been doing. I’ve been trying not to push too hard, but instead I may be coming off as withdrawn.

Yeah, no. Fuck that noise, I want my cuddles.

Jack watches as I crawl into bed with Dahlia, snuggling against her back. She stiffens for a moment before breathing deeply, turning into my arms to bury her face in my neck. She used to say that I smelled like her favorite dessert before blushing.

I know she used to love my lemon pastries and sweets, which makes me think that’s what she meant.

My body wash and hair products have lemon and jasmine in them, and I’ve been using the same products since before I can remember. I have sensitive skin, and it keeps me from breaking out.

I’ve never been bougie about my clothes or anything, despite Gareth’s money.

Wrapping my arms around Dahlia, I sigh as I smell her lavender scent. I don’t know where it comes from or why she smells like this, but it’s incredibly calming. While my eyes droop, I don’t fall asleep once Jack leaves the doorway to let us be.

“Bronwyn,” Dahlia mumbles with her lips against my collarbone. Her breath tickles a little, and my mouth twitches.

“I’m here,” I murmur, my hands ghosting down her back. I wish I could feel her skin against mine, kiss her, but I don’t know if I deserve her. She said she’d stay. That has to be enough until she initiates something, and then all bets are off.

“I thought I was hallucinating,” she sighs. “You feel so good.”

Dahlia’s hands roam down my body until she realizes that I’m still only wearing panties and my shirt, and bites her lip.

“Do you want me to get dressed?” I ask, leaning away a little to see her face better. “I’m not expecting anything, and I know we have a lot to work through. I just wanted to hold you while you slept.”

“Yes, please don’t sleep on the floor anymore,” she teases me, grinning as I flush with embarrassment.

“Jack was there too,” I mumble before she hesitantly kisses the edge of my mouth.

“I know,” she murmurs. Dahlia presses underneath my thigh, so I move it around her waist before she turns me on my back. With our slight height differences, her pelvic bone presses perfectly against my clit.

Dahlia doesn’t move as my breaths come faster, and her eyes hood as she watches me. My pressure points and pleasure levels haven’t changed much while she’s been away. My body recognizes her, making me whimper.

“Dahlia, I’m trying so hard not to push, but fuck that feels so good,” I gasp as she rocks slowly against me.

“Push,” she grunts, her lips slanting over mine. Her kisses are insistent, rougher, and a bit desperate. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but… I‘ve been alone for so long, I need you to push me.”

Green light given, I tangle my fingers in her wild brown curls, pulling in for another kiss. Writhing, I search for more friction as my tongue delves between her lips to taste her. Moaning, I slide my hands under her shirt, dragging my palms up her sides until I can squeeze her breasts.

“Can I see you? Please,” I ask, my voice husky with desire.

Dahlia hesitates for a moment before yanking her top up and over her head, tossing it to the side. I feel lightheaded as I take her in. Her nipples are tight with need and dark and pebbled, slightly bouncing as she breathes in sharply.

“God, you’re even more beautiful than I remember,” I moan. She was rarely undressed around me while we were together, and I now understand better as to why that was. Gareth must have been terrorizing her for a while.

Pushing the thought away because I don’t want to think about him, I say, “Can I make you feel good?”

“I don’t know…”

“What don’t you know, beautiful?” Jack asks, leaning against the wall, his eyes stormy and hooded. “I’m staying right here, by the way. I don’t think you’re ready for me. I just want your words.”

He’s wearing a pair of jeans and no shirt, his toes sinking into the soft carpet. He must have changed out of his sweatpants from earlier today.

“I don’t know how to feel good,” Dahlia confesses.

She would never let me touch her for long enough to have an orgasm, and now I feel selfish for not paying more attention.

“Lay back,” I murmur, using my leg around her to help me turn over. “I need to suck on your breasts. Fuck, please don’t hide these from me again.”

Straddling her body, I chew my lip, my hands ghosting up her soft skin. “I need to know if you don’t like something, Dahlia. You need to tell me, baby. Can you do that?”

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