Page 65 of Shaken Knot Stirred

Over the next week, something new would show up in my room every day: a bed frame, a lamp, and a lock on the door.

I held my hand out to Moxie and pulled her to her feet and to my room.

“I have a lock. You could sleep here, and I’ll sleep…” I tucked hair behind my ear nervously, but she pulled me deeper into my room. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt with a hole in the collar, and her hair was slightly damp.

Moxie fluffed a pillow and sat cross-legged on the bed.

“Is this like a pajama party?” A faint smile touched her lips.

I looked down at the cocktail dress I was wearing. “I guess.”

“I’ve never had a sleepover.”

“I’ve never done that.”

We laughed as we talked over each other.

“I really didn’t know any girls my age growing up. Are we supposed to, like, braid each other’s hair or something?”

“I think we can skip the hair braiding,” I said, unable to suppress a smile.

She slid back and tucked her legs under the comforter. Shadows fell across her face from the lamp next to my bed that I never turned off. I fished behind my back for the zipper of my cocktail dress, struggling to grasp the pull.

“Oh, let me.” Moxie’s warm fingers cascading down my back with the zipper made me shiver.

Awkwardly, I stepped into my closet and dug through the bottom drawer of a dresser. I blinked away a tear when I pulled out the pajama top Nico had left in one of those shopping bags. It was one of these top and bottom sets like you saw old Hollywood actors wear, silky with light pink pinstriping. Only the top was here; I wasn’t sure where the bottoms were.

I pulled out the hem of the shirt, suddenly shy and hoping it covered me. Moxie pulled back a corner of the blanket and scooted over.

I lay still, staring up at the ceiling. Every part of me buzzed with Moxie’s presence next to me but feeling so far away.

She sat halfway up and looked down at me. She chewed on her lip with a look of worry on her face. She was so beautiful. The light behind her made her hair practically glow. She blew out a breath like she had made a decision.

“Okay. I know this is a little bit forward, but it’s an omega thing. It’s been a really hard couple days. Well, a hard couple of years, really. And well…” She twisted the edge of the blanket as she spoke. “Can we cuddle?”

“Um, sure.”

Moxie picked up my arm and snuggled right against me. She moaned softly, like I was the best thing she had ever felt. I took a slow breath, hoping she wouldn’t hear my heart pounding. She threaded her legs through mine. Her thumb swept softly back and forth on my stomach. I swallowed hard and tried to relax. She shifted slightly, her upper thigh settling up higher between my legs. Unbidden, my legs tightened around hers to bring that contact closer.

She was warm all over, hot even. Everywhere our bodies touched simmered. I closed my eyes to better soak her in. She squirmed a little, parting her legs. I could feel wetness spread across my upper thigh. Slick. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a moan before it started.

“Lana,” she sighed and slid a hand into my hair and pulled me down to her lips.

I shifted her body and squeezed my legs around hers. Placing her hands next to my head, she ground against me. I grabbed the back of her neck, wanting her deeper in my mouth. My other hand slid between our bodies, her slick drenched my fingers instantly. It didn’t matter if I had been with other omegas before, Moxie getting this wet for me was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced.

I broke contact with her mouth when she slid a finger into me. I let my leg fall to the side, and she curled her fingers andput strong rhythmic pressure right on my clit. My hips rocked to deepen her movement. My fingers slipped from her with a wet noise as she crawled down my body. Her tongue replaced her thumb.

I grunted frustration when she lightened up like she wanted to take her time and savor me. Moxie, buried between my legs, looked up at me. Her eyes sparkled with something deeper than lust. I brought my fingers to my lips. They were dripping with her omega slick. I slid two fingers in my mouth, tasting her. She was sweet and tart, like the memory of candy I’d once had. I matched Moxie’s pace, fucking her taste into me, swirling my tongue. Moxie moaned and sucked hard on my clit, sending me over the edge. Intense shock waves radiated from my core.

Moxie forced my legs wide, settling herself between them. The feel of her gliding against my pussy with slippery friction, knowing she was covering me in her slick, renewed the bursts of pleasure.

I rolled her onto her back. Our fingers danced together in her slick. My two fingers eased in her effortlessly. I curled them and dragged the tips against her inner walls as I slowly pulled my hand back.

“More,” Moxie panted, tracing her thumb across my bottom lip. I nibbled on the pad of her thumb as I pushed three fingers in her. I pumped in and out slowly, spreading my fingers wide, marveling at how she clenched around me.

I practically came again when the purring started. Her whole body vibrated with the sound that grew out of her core. Moans joined the symphony when I added a fourth finger. She writhed and undulated with the slow stroke with my hand in and out of her.

She brought her fingers to my lips, offering me her taste like a gift. Shewasa gift, the best thing I had ever had. She was all mine, at least while I had her coming around my fingertips.Moxie stretched forward, giving me her tongue now too. We moaned into each other’s mouths as we sampled her slick. She broke away to take a gulp of air.

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