Page 90 of Strangers in Love

And I was used to doing it without letting anyone else know how much or how little I knew or understood.

Fortunately, once I stopped overthinking, things smoothed out. Silences weren’t things to be filled with the first thing that came into our heads. We just smiled and enjoyed our food, let our feet bump, fingers brush. Let the heat between us build.

Something had changed when he’d told me about what had happened to him, the loss of his friend and other men he’d known. It wasn’t just because I now knew the story behind his scars either. The way he’d told me what’d happened, the shadows in his eyes, made me think that it wasn’t a story he’d told often, and I was honored that he trusted me enough to share it with me.

We stayed for dessert, which was just as delicious as dinner, and while we were in the middle of it, a text message came through from Mom saying that she and Dad were home and that they’d be going to bed shortly.

Earlier that day, I told them that I was out on a date and asked them to let me know when they arrived home from shopping. Part of it was due to the rain we’d had and my father’s increasing issues with night vision, but an equal part wanted to know whether or not they’d be up when I arrived back at the house.

Because I didn’t want the night to end with just a kiss, no matter how nice.

Like a gentleman, he walked me to the door, but before he could lean in for the kiss, I asked if he wanted to come in and see the place. If I hadn’t seen the flash of heat in his eyes before he said yes, I might have thought he hadn’t understood the actual motivation behind the invitation.

I did show him the house. Kitchen and dining room. Gestured to the hallway going off to the left of the living room where my parents’ master bedroom and bathroom, as well as the guest bathroom were located. Then I took him to the hallway on the right where Freedom and I had our own bedrooms and adjoining bathrooms. While growing up, it had always been nice to have my own bathroom. It was only now that I realized another major positive point about not having to share.

Eoin and I could figuratively lock ourselves in my room and not have to think about being interrupted. No worrying about armed and angry men searching for me. No check out time. Eoin could stay overnight if he wanted or leave whenever he wished. If he was still here for breakfast, I’d introduce him to my parents.

The thought sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach, but they weren’t all from nerves. I liked the thought of him meeting my mom and dad. They’d like him, I knew, and in some ways, that would make our relationship feel more normal, more…real.

A bit of embarrassment crept in as I opened the door to my room. I’d moved out of this room when I’d moved to Stanford with Freedom, but every time I came home, this was where I stayed. I’d made some changes over the years, but not enough for it to feel like I was bringing a man into an adult bedroom.

It was more than a little weird, but not weird enough to keep me from using my foot to push the door shut behind me while I grabbed the front of Eoin’s very nice shirt and pulled him to me.

Our mouths crashed together, and I stumbled backward, but he caught me, his hands going straight to my butt before he lifted me. It was instinct to put my legs around his waist as my back came up against the door. I ran my fingers through his hair, my nails lightly scratching his scalp. He made a sound like a growl and rocked against me, his erection already big enough for me to feel it through the layers of clothes separating us.

My teeth worried at his bottom lip while the friction he created sent little ripples of pleasure through me. Need clawed its way up, hot and hungry for something our meal hadn’t been able to touch. When he pulled his mouth away, I made a sound of protest, but then his lips found my neck. My head fell back, hitting the door with a solid thunk. It didn’t hurt, though. I barely registered it over all the other sensations.

“Fuck, Aline.” His breath was hot on my skin. “I want to fuck you like this. Against the door. Hard. Fast. While you try not to scream.”

My eyes closed, and I shivered. I liked that idea very much.

“Can I do that?” He nipped my throat. “Can I unzip, slide your panties aside, shove my dick right into your pussy?”

I hadn’t thought I could be wetter than I was right now, but the way he talked…

He shifted, and then his hand was somehow between us, in my panties, a finger sliding into me. I started to cry out, swallowing the sound at the last second. The last thing I wanted was to wake my parents.

The angle was awkward, but there was something about the almost-frantic way he was moving, the things he was saying…a shudder ran through me.

“Need you,” I gasped. “Inside me.”

“Fuck, yes.”

Before I could even process that his hand had moved, I was on the floor next to my bed, and Eoin had his hand on my back, bending me over. My forearms caught me, and I kicked off my heels to give me a less awkward angle. I heard his zipper, then felt his hands sliding up over my hips and his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. Then they were down, and I had only a moment to step out of them before his cock was between my legs.

The tip brushed over my sensitive skin, then between. I moaned when it bumped against my clit, but he didn’t keep it there. A slight pause at my entrance, a chance for me to change my mind.

“Do it.”

He buried himself inside me with one hard thrust, and I barely held back a scream. Not pain exactly, but not pure pleasure either. It was everything and too much and not enough. Filled completely, stretched around him like a glove, like we were meant to fit together like this.

“You feel so good.” Eoin’s fingers dug into my hips, as if he needed the grip to keep himself in place while we adjusted. “So hot…so tight…”

“Move. Please, Eoin.” My words were breathless, my tone pleading.

He didn’t say anything, but he did as I asked, pulling back until he was almost completely out of me. He paused for a second, then snapped his hips forward to fill me again in one swift, almost harsh motion. I would’ve woken my parents up with the cry I wanted to let out, but I didn’t have enough air for anything more than a squeak that would’ve embarrassed me under other circumstances. As it was, I could feel nothing but the rightness of having us joined in this way.

My head fell forward. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip. Hands fisted in my blanket. I held on tight, absorbing the shock of each thrust, going up on my toes each time he bottomed out. Every stroke rubbed skin against skin, ignited nerves, sent pleasure rushing through me, pushing me toward an explosion that I knew would consume my every cell.

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