Page 61 of Bound to You

“Remember, no holding back baby,” I lean over to whisper in her ear. “Let it all out.” And she does, bucking her hips against me as she comes. I follow close behind; seeing her unravel so beautifully makes me come whether I want to or not.

She goes to stand up after a minute, our panting breaths the only sounds filling the apartment, but I gently push her back where she was, before I slip out of her.

“Stay there,” I say as I take a step back to take in the sight in front of me.

The kitchen looks like a crime scene, but with Isla bent over the counter wearing nothing but my shirt and my cum dripping down her thighs, I can’t look away.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

She smiles at me over her shoulder, her face flushed. I could get used to her looking at me like that.

I stand at the stovetop,scrambling eggs. Isla’s pancakes were a disaster before I tossed them across the floor anyway.

I started a hot shower for her, letting her clean up while I make us some food, we both need it after expelling all of our energy. Last night and this morning.

I don’t think I could ever not want her like this, or in any other way for that matter. Somehow the rug slipped out from under me, I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but suddenly Isla became the one person I want to invade every part of my life, my town, my home, my bed, my social life, everything. I want her all around me, in the air that I breathe and the water I drink. Even that wouldn’t be enough to fill my craving. I’ll always want more, everything she’s willing to give me.

I serve up the eggs onto our plates just as she comes strolling in, her hair damp and curly, exactly how I like it.

“Buon appetito,” I say putting the plate in front of where she sits down on a stool.

“Caio,” she starts, her tone conflicted as she picks up her fork. Uh oh. “I just…I don’t know what this all means for us.”

“Well, what do you want it to mean for us?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she admits with a shy smile.

“Well for a start, are you going to keep telling people we are just friends? Cause that back there wasn’t super friendly.”

She laughs at me, treating me to my favorite sound. “No, I don’t think anyone believed me anyway.”

“The most important thing for me is that you know that I don’t want to put any pressure on you sweetheart, so I’llfollow your lead. No expectations from me, you do what you’re comfortable with, you’re the boss.” I throw a wink her way, before digging into my meal. She looks at me with worry lining her eyes.

I know it sounds like pretty words, but I mean it. I know Isla is scared to get her heartbroken, she’s been burnt before, and I don’t want to be the one who burns her a second time. As much as I want to claim her as mine in every single way possible, she might not feel that same way, in fact I don’t really know how she feels at all, but I want her to take her time in figuring it out, and in the meantime, I’ll be here.

This isn’t some summer fling for me, I don’t think I could ever forget the feeling that I get when I’m around Isla, and I’ll keep reminding her of that until she believes it.

chapter twenty-five

CAIO

The familiar sweet,leathery smell of cigars sits still in the air of my apartment. It’s hovering around, listening to our conversations.

The guys have come round for our monthly ‘Boys night’ where we smoke cigars and drink whiskey like eloquent, mature gentleman.

“The place looks different, Caio, but I can’t tell why. Maybe it’s just that I haven’t made it round lately, but something feels different.” Heath considers the room as he pours himself a drink.

“It’s the evidence of a female presence,” Rafael says.

“Oh, come off it.” I roll my eyes as they both chuckle.

Although I can’t deny there’s some truth to what Rafael said, my place is usually devoid of any clutter, but as I look around there are traces of Isla everywhere.

A glass sits discarded on the coffee table, a pink lipstick stain marking the rim. A white ribbon hangs off the edge of the kitchen counter where she took her hair out last night, I bet there’s even an extra dent on the couch beside mine from how much time we’ve spent sitting together, learning each other’sminds. I know for a fact her sweet, vanilla scent coats my bed sheets, from the time we’ve spent exploring each other’s bodies. Isla’s presence is all around me, and it’s exactly what I’ve longed for.

Out the corner of my eye I notice something poking out from in between two books on my shelf, that fucking envelope. My heart smiles as I imagine her sneaking to hide it there.

“Good evening, ladies.” Leo waltzes in wearing a three-piece suit, a cocky grin on his face. He’s fashionably late as always. The guy thinks time will warp for his needs. “Fill me in, what’s first on the agenda.”

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