Page 67 of Ours to Keep

“I’ll bear that in mind for another time. Get some rest, man.”

He snuggles closer to Lily, breathing her in with a contented sigh as I back away and slip back into the hallway, leaving the door slightly ajar behind me.

Surprisingly, after falling into bed, I managed to find sleep pretty quickly. Maybe it was from such close proximity to Lily, but I’m not complaining. I hear murmurs from downstairs and know the rest of the guys are already awake; after all, we’ll be leaving in a few hours. I relieve myself, pull on a pair of joggers, and throw on a T-shirt. I’m about to head downstairs, but the pull to Lily’s room has me turning in that direction instead. She’s sprawled out in the centre of the bed, the sheets ruffled from where Elliot and River slept. It looks like, from the sheets hanging over the linen bin, the bedding has been changed, but it’s hard to ignore the faint smell of sex still lingering in the air.

Padding closer, I find myself completely enamoured by the sight before me. She seems somewhat more relaxed than the last time I saw her, maybe it’s having us all here that gives her a small respite from everything else that is happening.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I round the bed and join her, propping myself up on my elbow to stare down at her. My other hand moves to her collarbone before my fingers trail over her clavicle, her skin silky smooth.

I tease her with my fingertips until her eyes flutter open, and her face breaks out into a soft smile.

“Jackson,” she whispers, but her voice is still deep from sleep.

“Good morning, Duchess. You look thoroughly fucked,” I say, my eyes taking in a mark on her neck.

She swallows, her chest rising and falling as she watches me, licking her lips.

“Did they make you feel good?” I ask, trailing my finger down her chest to her breast, where the pad grazes over her erect nipple.

“Yes,” she replies with a soft sigh.

I lean closer until my mouth almost touches hers, but she quickly turns her face away. I grab her chin, tilting her face back to mine.

“Duchess?”

Her hand comes up to try and cover her mouth. “Morning breath,” she mumbles.

I chuckle and tug on her wrist with my free hand, lowering my mouth to hers once again. “Don’t deny me, Duchess. Let me kiss you.”

Her eyes soften at my words, and before she can try and pull away again, my lips press against hers, my tongue teasing her lips, seeking entry.

“Good girl,” I murmur, pulling back, her cheeks flushed.

Reaching down, I slowly pull back the cover and glance down, finding her t-shirt bunched up to her waist, exposing her pretty pussy. She closes her legs self-consciously. Yeah, I don’t think so. I glance at her with wicked intent, jump to my feet, and walk to the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes wide.

I smile, kneeling on the bed as I reach out to spread her thighs.

“Keep them open, Duchess.”

Her breath quickens as I slowly crawl closer until I reach the apex of her thighs, her glistening folds calling to me on a carnal level. Lowering my face, I inhale and groan, my dick straining against my joggers. Her scent is intoxicating and even better than I remembered.

“Fuck, you’re beautifully sinful, Duchess,” I say before blowing over her exposed flesh, causing her to shiver, goosebumps rising over her exposed skin.

“Oh, Jackson,” she mewls in a wanton way that has pre-cum leaking from my dick.

I glance up, the evidence of her assault still visible, and swallow down the shame I feel, knowing it happened right after I left her, only adding to my guilt. If only I had stayed. I shake the thought away. Getting caught up in all the ‘would haves and should haves’ isn’t going to help anyone right now.

My hands move to the inside of her thighs as I brush my fingers over the soft, silky skin. Lowering my face right over her core, I give her one long lick, the taste of her exploding on my tongue. A whimper escapes her as she arches into my mouth, seeking out more friction.

“Hmm, you like that, don’t you, Duchess,” I whisper against her clit and spear her with a finger.

“Oh God,” she says, a hand going to my head as her fingers tug on my hair, urging me on, my finger teasing her fleshy core as I suck on her clit.

“Jackson,” she says, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I add another finger and begin working her g-spot.

She’s so wet already, her juices sliding down to my wrist.

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