Page 78 of Bending The Rules

Then, he started to move in me.

Slow, lazy strokes that created an easy, delicious friction between us as we kissed. I closed my eyes, biting down on my lip as he dropped his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting as he drove into me harder, deeper, but not any faster.

“Who the hell told you it was okay to feel this damn good,” he growled into my skin, making me grin. He finally began to stroke faster – I got the feeling he couldn’t help himself – with firm upstrokes that pushed me up the slick wall, then left me sinking down onto him again. His grip on my ass tightened as he slammed into me harder, and so did my grip on his shoulders. I rocked into him, trying to meet his strokes, but quickly lost any sense of rhythm as a familiar quiver began to build between my legs.

A few moments later, I was digging my nails into shoulders, burying my face in his neck to muffle my screams as I came, hard. I was still blissfully dizzy when he pressed me into the wall like he was trying to push me through it, and released in me with a ragged growl.

Eventually, we separated long enough to wash up, then made our way to the big king-sized bed that anchored my suite. Justin laid out flat on his back, elbows bent, hands behind his head, and it felt almost comically natural to drape myself across his nude body, studying him in the comfortable silence that fell between us.

“So… what now?” I closed my eyes as he repositioned himself, so one hand was free to run his fingers through the short coils of my hair.

“What do you mean?” he asked, sounding sleepy.

I opened my eyes and tipped my head up to find thathiseyes were closed. “I don’t want to be “that” girl, insisting on a title, insisting on knowing “what we are”. But I’m also too grown to operate in ambiguity. Not with you. So I’m asking you, what now?”

He dragged his eyes open, and moved his hand down to stroke my cheek. “Come here,” he said, and I moved up his body until we were chest to chest, and my eyes were in line with his.

“What?” I asked, when he didn’t say anything.

He raised an eyebrow at me. “What? You’re beautiful, I can’t just want to look at you?”

“Uh-uh,” I shook my head. “Not until you answer my question.”

“I don’t know how to answer it,” he said earnestly. “Everything I think of sounds corny as hell in my head, so I know it would be ten times worse out loud.”

I laughed. “Mmm hmm. Try me.”

He blew out a sigh, then averted his eyes, looking up at the ceiling for a second before his eyes came back to my face. “Okay. I’ve loved you as a friend since we were kids, and I’m… excited to explore a different type of love with you now. You are… incredible. This feels good. This feels right. I hope this lasts forever.” Tears pricked at my eyes as he gave me another one of those sheepish smiles. “So bad you’re speechless?”

I immediately shook my head, then lowered myself to press my mouth to his. “No, Jus. I don’t think that’s corny at all. I think it’s sweet.”

“Really?” he asked, and I broke into giggles as he flipped us over, settling between my legs. I smiled at the pleasant feeling of his weight on top of me, then nodded.

“Yes, really. And I couldn’t agree more.”

Fourteen

“Now after you stack ‘em up then stop, and what, what, what, what sell ‘em like they hot.”

I tried my best not to smile, but couldn’t help it as Justin came into the stock room adding another line to his “Back That Azz Up” remix. “What are you doing here?” I asked, looking up just as he turned the corner to where I was.

He looked good as hell – dark jeans, navy blue sweater, and fresh line-up and shave that had my mouth watering a little. Exactly a week had passed since our shower revelations, and I was already getting very comfortable in my lust for the manformerlyknown as my best friend.

Well… he was still that, just with the enhanced title as myman.

“Same thing I’m always doing here,” he said, hooking an arm around my waist to pull me away from the portable shelf I was stocking. “Bri Bri needs her weekly fix.”

I laughed. “My girl is going to have enough books to have her own store soon.”

“Nope.” He planted a kiss on my cheek, then moved down to my neck, making me giggle. “We donated two boxes before we came. Her idea.”

“Sweet child. She bounced right back from that scare a few weeks ago.”

“Full recovery,” he said, grinning as he walked me backward until we reached the wall.

I moaned as he started kissing my neck again, and closed my eyes. “Where is she?”

“Charming your mother into a doughnut and cider from the bakery. I figure they’ll be busy for five to seven minutes, which is just enough time for me to make you come,” he rumbled into my ear, causing a flood of wetness between my legs.

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