Page 65 of First Comes Forever

“Are you okay?”

“Sorry,” I mutter. “I should’ve warned you. It’s not you. It’s just part of my hormone issues. I have some lube somewhere.”

“You were really wet when we fooled around on the bathroom counter the other day.”

“Maybe I had less on my mind,” I admit.

Still nestled inside of me, he leans down to kiss my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. “You need to take a break from all your worrying, Amani. Try to relax.”

The minute he pulls out, I miss him, feeling empty when our bodies are no longer entwined. But before I can hoist myself up to fetch the little bottle of lube I have stashed in the bathroom, Adam grabs me by my hips and rolls me over. He pushes my legs together and straddles my upper thighs. His cock resting patiently against my right butt cheek.

He rubs his hands behind me rapidly, and when he places his hands on my shoulders, they’re warm. Pressing the heel of his palms against me firmly, he moves them up and down, kneading away the tension in my back.

I moan sweetly. “A massage during sex?” I ask.

“I know how to pull out the boyfriend treatment.”

I jostle us both as I giggle but stop as soon as I feel his lips against my spine. I twitch from the torturous tickle. Adam kisses downward past the small of my back. He nips my ass, then kisses and sucks where he bit. I’d question what he’s doing, but his playfulness intrigues me. His hands are everywhere, leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever he touches. Wedging his hand beneath my chest, he finds my nipples, pinching them until I groan in blissful agony.

Then his hands are between my thighs, working his way into me. He switches hands, pumping his longest finger in and out until I hear the squelching sound of my arousal. I moan as I clench around his hand.

He repositions himself and then it’s his cock replacing his finger, but he’s met with no resistance this time. “Fuck, that feels good,” he murmurs. “So wet for me. You just needed to relax, baby.”

I bite the pillow, enjoying the sounds of his grateful moans as he takes me to the brink. I curl my toes and tense my thighs, chasing my orgasm until I’m trembling beneath him. There’s no escape. He has me pinned beneath his legs, so I just have to bite my lip, trying to absorb the blinding ecstasy of my release.

Adam’s not far behind and when his breathing goes rapid, I realize I didn’t tell him where he could come. I open my mouth, scrambling to form the words, “wherever you want,” but he rips out of me too soon. I look over my shoulder to see him fisting the tip of his cock, not a single drop of his releases escaping his clutches. Once he catches his breath, he maneuvers off me, swinging his leg around, shuffling off the mattress, still firmly cupping his cock. He pauses just long enough to kiss my cheek. “You’re so good, baby. I’ll be right back.”

I shut my eyes for a moment, feeling the softness of the pillow against my cheek. For a moment, I’m content. Nothing in the world seems too troublesome to manage right now.

When Adam returns, he pulls on his briefs, replaces the covers on the bed, and then flips off the light switch. He lies down and spoons me from behind. “I’d rather be hot than you cold,” he murmurs as he tucks me in.

“That didn’t feel like a hookup,” I say to the wall, facing away from him.

“Because it wasn’t,” he murmurs into my hair. “What if you weren’t moving? Would you date me past the summer?”

“Hm, I don’t know. We still want different things.”

He brushes my hair over my shoulder so he can kiss my bare shoulders. “Maybe in time, Amani. I don’t know. Maybe in a few years, I’ll be a different guy and we’ll be having a different conversation. I just need time. And I need you to stay.”

I spin in his arms, searching for his eyes even though it’s too dark to clearly see. “Chase is in Denver. Surely you could do your job from there.”

His cheek brushes against the pillow we’re sharing as he nods. “It’s not my job that’s the problem. It’s my dad. I can’t afford to be in a different state and miss the moments I do have with him.”

“Oh.” It’s a good reason. I would’ve felt the same about moving if my mom wasn’t surrounded by her friends.

“But if it wasn’t for that, I’d consider it. I really would. I had a crush on you forever. I didn’t expect to fall for you.”

“Are you? Already falling for me?”

He chuckles. “See? My game is completely thrown around you. Smooth Line Adam wouldn’t have put his cards on the table first like that.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Maybe it’s the wrong time to bring it up, but I’ve never felt closer to Adam, and I can’t help thinking of the gnawing mystery Alex dropped on my lap the other day.

“Of course.”

“Alex said once upon a time you really wanted to be a dad. And you got close, but it didn’t happen. What does that mean?”

Adam stills. The dead silence between us has my stomach turning. Oh no. What did I do? Was it something devastating? Did I just bring up a miscarriage?

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