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That must have done it because she rides me hard, twisting and swirling her hips, adding a bounce here in there. She feels so good, I never want this to end.

“Come with me, Atlas. Fill me up, please,” she moans as she braces one hand on my chest and the other on my thigh.

Suddenly, I feel her tighten around me, so tight I may lose consciousness, triggering my own orgasm. The first spurt of come I give her, makes the stars dance in multiple colors behind my eyes.

She slows her movements, until they have stopped completely. We are both breathing hard and covered in sweat, I kiss her forehead and whisper, “I love you, Indya.”

Before my eyes close and darkness finds me, I hear her whisper back, “I love you, Atlas.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Indya

I open my eyes, the unfamiliar room, makes me freeze, it is still dark inside the room, thanks to the black out curtains, but there is a sliver of light shining through where the curtain parts.

The bed is so comfortable, it’s like sleeping on a cloud, and the size of this mattress has to be a California King, maybe something bigger if there is such a thing. I am looking around and nothing looks familiar. I sit up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, my cheeks instantly flush.Oh, now I remember where I am. Atlas’s condo. This is the headboard he tied me to while he ate me out.

I throw the dark colored blankets and sheet off me, and grab the shirt closest to me. After pulling it on I realize it must be one of Atlas’s shirts because it smells just like him. Looking around I take in the mahogany night stands, with a matching dresser and a chest of drawers. It seems as though his headboard and footboard are made from the same wood.

I go to the window, pulling open the curtain, the sun is shining brightly, and the view is beautiful, just as the one from his living room is. I make my way around the room, picking up frames that hold pictures of him, Van, and Lyra. After lookingat the pictures he has on his dressers, I notice there are only a few of him with his parents.

What surprises me the most is the pictures of Haven and I scattered throughout as well. I go to look at the picture sitting on his nightstand, next to where he slept, I gasp. The picture is of the two of us on the night we first met, dancing. I can see the love in the way we stare into each other’s eyes, even then.

The door creeps open, and I turn toward the door, frame still in hand. Atlas is trying to quietly close the door; he must not have seen me standing here.

“There is no need to be quiet, I am already awake,” I say, making Atlas jump, which causes me to laugh.

“You scared the shit out me, Indy. Fuck, I think my balls are in my throat,” he responds, rubbing his throat, as if he is making sure his balls are in fact not there.

“I’m sorry, I thought you would have seen me standing here, when you came in. Where did you get this picture of us?”

“Funny story actually. I got it from a journalist, I met her for the first time, when I was walking into the gala. Joey, the journalist, works at that shitty magazine, In the Know, where James works. She sent my agent an email and said she thought I would want this picture to keep for myself, instead of posting it so the world could see it,” he says, taking the frame from my hand and rubbing his thumb over the top of the glass.

“That was a great night, for that moment, it was perfect,” I tell him on a sigh, thinking about everything I felt during the moment our eyes first met.

“It was, wasn’t it,” Atlas replies setting the frame gently next to his bed.

“You look good in my clothes, Indy.”

“I feel good in your clothes, Atlas,” I sass, making him grab me around the waist and kissing my lips.

“I need to get back home before Haven starts to worry. I need to ask you something first before I leave, and I don’t want you to get upset,” I say nervously, unsure of how he is going to react.

“Go ahead,” he replies, his body is tense, not knowing what to expect.

“Can we maybe get this between us for a couple of days, then tell everyone at the same time. Maybe have another cookout or just a casual get together. I just want to stay on high for just a few days, before I get bombarded with all the questions.”

“Fuck, Indya. I was scared you were going to say we could be friends with benefits, but nothing more. Jesus, of course we can keep it between us. I kind of like the fact it is just for us right now, too. Telling everyone at the same time will be much easier, as well,” he says, he looks relieved.

I kiss his lips again, and he follows me to the shower, then as I head home, he will head to practice.

I get home around noon, everyone is at the table eating what looks like burgers from the place around the block. Amara’s face lights up, and Haven runs to me hugging my legs, wiping the ketchup from her face on my leggings.

I missed you so much, mama. Don’t leave me again, unless I can come with you. Aunt Mar said you had to work. Did you do a good job?Haven asks as soon as she is finished wiping her face on my leg.

I give Amara, a thankful nod, glad she didn’t give out information that could have gone either way. I tell Haven, I will keep that in mind and go and finish her lunch. She skips back to the table, where she is sitting next to Silas, and starts on her fries.

I make my way out of the dining room so I can speak to Amara alone, I don’t want to have to sign, but I will not speak in the room without signing if she is there with us.

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