Page 44 of Claim Me

“Gross. He cheated on me.”

“Golden.”

“He woulddefinitelycheat on me. I’d find out when he couldn’t help bragging to me.”

“How about Balco from the Hills Chapter?” Indigo suggests as he finally climbs off me and rests at my side.

“Wait, are you purposely picking lame choices?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I would never want a man who took a shit on a car as an act of revenge.”

“I couldn’t do it,” Indigo says and smirks. “I don’t have the balance.”

“I have the balance but lack the concentration.”

“Well, then Balco wouldn’t be impressed by you.”

“Good. I’m spoken for,” I say, rolling onto my side to face him. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I thought I was sleeping over.”

“I mean ever. I wish you could move into the house and spend every night with me.”

Indigo’s fingers trace my face. “Why can’t I?”

“Yeah, why can’t you?” I mumble and then sigh. “I’m afraid I’ll suffocate you.”

“I’m not Sync,” he says, wearing a dark scowl. “He’s fucked up in a different way than I am.”

“Does your kind of fucked up respond well to clingy women?” I ask and take his hand in both of mine. “I’m willing to give you space if you need it.”

“I’ve gone to bed every night for years, wishing I was with you. If you let me stay, you’ll make me a happy man.”

“But things are different when they actually happen rather than playing out in your head.”

“I’m not Sync,” Indigo says again. “I know what I want.”

“And I know what I want,” I murmur and crawl over him.

Indigo kisses me with renewed vigor. I pry my lips from his and give his throat a big wet kiss. Indigo moans. I swear his dick smacks my thigh. I reach down to stroke him while kissing his throat.

My name sounds so beautiful in his heated voice. I tease his cock’s underbelly while my lips move down his chest. Indigo groans when I lick his nipples. He’s so hard in my hand, and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me.

Yet, I’ve been dying to suck him off since our time in the clubhouse. His long, thick cock demands to be serviced.

I make my way down his belly, kissing scars and teasing his belly button before lowering my mouth to his cock.

“Siobhan,” Indigo says in a voice more pained than aroused.

Our gazes meet, and I’m startled by how fearful he looks.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to do that,” he says, staring at me with a troubled gaze.

“It’ll feel good.”

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