Page 1 of I Just Want to be Yours

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The chimeof my alarm sounds on the bedside table, and I let out a groan as I pull myself away from a very naked Margot to stop the noise. Soft light illuminates the room I’ve called home for the past couple of months, and I rub a hand over my face to try and wake myself up.

Her room almost looks the same as her dorm did. She has all the same posters, and her shelves are still lined with the journals and notebooks that make this room hers. The same boho sun theme runs throughout these four walls, but she had to get a new bedding set for her bigger bed. Gone are the orange sheets. She picked solid white with a burnt orange throw blanket instead.

If you ask me, the white theme looks way too clean for the things we’ve been doing in this room all summer. I can’t keep my hands off her. American Thieves wrapped up our last tour in May, and I’ve been here, crashing at her new apartment, ever since.

Technically, I was supposed to stay with Matt at his apartment two doors down, but why would I stay on his couch when I can stay in Margot’s bed? He found a roommate to replaceme, but I hope Braden doesn’t get too comfortable. I think the only reason Rae didn’t move in with Matt this time around was for Margot’s sake. But even with two different addresses, they still end up staying together most nights.

Margot stirs, reaching for me through the tangled sheets. Her eyes are still closed like she doesn’t want to accept it’s morning yet, and I turn back to face her again. I only get to look at her for a second before she buries her face in my chest, but I swear her face is the best thing to wake up to. My fingers absently run through her hair, and she doesn’t tense when I do this anymore. I used to have to hold back with her in so many ways. Now, when I graze her skin with my fingertips, she relaxes.

The change happened so quickly, but it’s been in the making for months. I left college with her still pushing me away, but when she came to that show in Chicago, it was like the switch had already flipped. Ever since she decided to give us a chance, those walls that once felt impenetrable are rubble at my feet.

I hate that I’ll have to leave her again in a matter of days. American Thieves secured an opening spot for a band called Crooner Sins, and I’ll be gone for another five months. My chest starts to ache, and I wrap my arms around her tighter. It will be different this time. This time, I’m leaving behind so much more.

Delicate fingers brush against my skin, and she presses a kiss to my neck that shoots straight to my groin. A low rumble leaves my throat because I know exactly what she’s doing. This is payback for all the times I’ve tried to make her late for work. Today is the only day I need to be up and out of the house before her, and she’s going to torture me for it.

Like she has the power to read my thoughts, she hooks her leg up and over my hip. God, she’s perfect. She’s warm and soft, and I have absolutely no self-control when she opens herlegs for me. I tighten my grip on her, but the words, “I have to go,” traitorously leave my lips.

Her eyes stay shut, but a gentle frown infiltrates the lines of her face as she shushes me into submission. Amusement lifts my lips because the feeling is mutual, but the band has a slot to play at a music festival this afternoon and we need to get there early if we want enough time to set up and scope the place out. We may have a 2:00 p.m. slot, but the headliners of the festival are big enough that just having the American Thieves name under theirs somewhere at the bottom of the lineup is a step in the right direction.

Margot’s perfect mouth leaves a trail of sweet kisses along my neck and jaw, and I do my best to take a steadying breath. Damn it, she feels so good, and she knows it.

“Margot,” I half scold, half plead, making no move to leave the bed. I can’t. Especially when her fingers trail down my chest and wrap around my already hard cock. She pumps her hand, and I know I’m done for. Letting out a groan of surrender, I keep her leg hooked up and around me as I roll her on to her back and position myself over her. She still has her eyes closed, but there’s a satisfied tilt to her lips now. She knows she’s won. Shealwayswins.

She’s already wet when I slide into her, and her eyes fly open. Keeping her leg bent around me, she barely has time to look at me before I hit deep and her back arches against the mattress, her eyes rolling back.

I could never get sick of seeing her like this. Nothing beats her naked body on display in the glow of the soft morning light. Just watching the way her hips move to meet my thrusts could tip me over the edge. Margot would never give me the satisfaction of begging, but her body does it for her. It’s the way her nails dig into my back and her wet heat clamps tightly around me every time I move into her. She needs this as much as I do.

Burying my face in her neck, I thrust into her harder. “You’re going to make me late.”

A soft moan leaves her lips. “Then you should probably hurry up and make me come.”

I huff a laugh. I can’t count the number of times I’ve kept her pinned to the bed when she was supposed to get ready. How could I not? Everything about this girl makes me do things outside of my control.

Sliding my hand up her leg, I grip the back of her thigh, pushing it up and resting it on my shoulder to give me a better angle. Fuck, she feels good. “I’ll make you come, Red.” She whimpers, and when my thumb finds her clit, her breath catches. I ease in and out of her while I add pressure where I know she wants it until her legs shake. If there’s one thing I love about having so much time with Margot, it’s learning what makes her tick. Sure, I know she has a thing about the toothpaste being put away, but I’ve also learned how to make her come so hard around my cock that she cries out without fail.

With one last brush of my thumb, she falls apart. She calls out my name and grips my hair at the roots while I pick up my pace and chase my own release. She’s still pulsing and clenching when I let myself go, and I curse under my breath as I come inside her.

She’s mine.

My lips brush against her neck and cheek as we both come down from our high, and she’s panting, flushed, and bright-eyed when she looks up at me. “I thought you had to go.”

I let out a groan and push into her one more time. I don’t want to think about the fact that I’m probably late. All I want to think about is the fact that I’m the reason she looks like this. My lips find her ear, and I nip her skin before pulling out. “I’ll get you back for this later.”

A soft giggle leaves her lips. “I’m looking forward to it.”

My mouth finds hers, and I kiss her more times than Ishould before forcing myself to step away. I hope she’s dressed by the time I get out of the shower, because I definitely can’t risk going for round two.

After the fastest shower I’ve ever taken, I walk back into her bedroom to find her exactly where I left her, still tangled in the sheets. She watches as I get dressed, and I chuff a laugh. “You’re staring.”

Her lips twist. “So?”

Once I pull on my shirt, I lean over the bed and kiss her again. “Seeing you look at me like that is giving me too many ideas, and they all involve me being inside you one way or another.”

She smiles sweetly. “Later. Have fun.”

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