Page 29 of Tangled Desires

“We will if we need to. You can also quit taking birth control entirely, and I’ll use condoms.” I’d hate like hell to lose taking her bare, but having her miserable like this? Fuck that.

“If I go without, it’s ten times worse, and usually, it’s the first day or two, then I’m fine.” The tip of my finger grazes her clit. She’s already wet. Goddamn.

“Then we’ll find something else for you. The last thing you need is to be miserable for a few days a month when there’s shit out there to help you.” Lyric doesn’t respond; no answer is more than alright for me. I’m going to get to work on making her feel better. I start moving my finger in a circle around her pebbled tip, getting her going, and when I feel her hands dig into the tops of my thighs, I change directions, side to side, then circle, and side to side. She spreads her legs wider, moving until she has her feet planted on either side of the outside of mine.

“Jagger, oh god, more. Please, please, please.” It’s clear as day this is exactly what she needs. I don’t stop working her clit, repeating the process time and time again. Her back arches off my chest, and her breathing becomes more erratic, labored, and already getting close to an orgasm. The moans get deeper, her head thrashes, and that’s when I add more. Three of my fingers run over her clit, using the same motions as before.

“Get ready, gorgeous. It’s coming.” My cock leaks pre-cum. The tip will more than likely saturate the borrowed tee she’s wearing. We’ll both be soaked, because her wetness coats my hand, but when I look down, I can’t see what my fingers are doing to her. I gather the fabric on her hip with my other hand and tear the delicate fabric with one loud rip. Finally, I can see the lips of her cunt. They’re drenched; the same goes for the insides of her thighs.

“So ready,” she moans.

I double down. The way she’s going wild, it won’t be too much longer. My fingers go high and low, left to right, over and over again. The next time she needs a release because of some fucked-up birth control, we’ll be doing this in the shower, and it’ll be my cock doing all the work. Though, I don’t even want to think about her being miserable again. Whatever doctor she has in North Carolina clearly isn’t helping, and I’ve got not one single fucking problem stepping in to make sure my woman never has to go through this again.

“Jag,” Lyric says my name with a low hitch in her throat, sultry and deep, dripping with emotion, rich and intimate.

“Fucking fuck, Lyric. You’re a goddamn vision in front of me,” I murmur against the crown of her head, placing a kiss there while slowing down my motions to bring her down gently from her orgasm. She lies still, body zapped of energy, eyelashes fanning across her cheeks, nails no longer digging into my flesh, but we’ve got one last step before I’m letting her fall asleep.

“Come on. Shower for you, Lili.” I slide out from beneath her, extending my hand for her to take. She’s still coming down from her orgasm, and while I’d have suggested a hotbath, she’s stated passionately in the past that those aren’t for her.

“I’m good right here. Walking is overrated.” Looks like I’m carrying her today. I bend down, slide my hands beneath her neck and the fold of her knees, then lift her up and out of the bed. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her nose slides along my neck, cuddling as deeply as she can get.

“I see you like my idea now.” I walk with her in my arms, making it through the doorway, and am about to hit the light switch to turn the lights on when I think better of it. The house is dark and cool throughout; may as well keep the bathroom as similar as I can.

“I can admit that it’s in the top five of best ideas. Don’t ask me what the other ones are right now,” she says, still fuck drunk from her orgasm. I chuckle at her explanation while trying to decipher if she’s ever brought a list up before. She’s probably got it in her notebook somewhere.

“Shirt off, gorgeous.” I settle her against the vanity, making sure she’s steady on her feet while I turn on the hot water. I’m already naked and will definitely be joining my woman.

“Okay,” she utters. I hear the fabric drop to the ground after I do what I need to and close the shower door to allow the steam to fill it.

I move around her toward the cabinet, set a new tampon on the counter, and then work my way back to Lyric. I close the toilet lid. “Leg up, Lili. You don’t have to worry. I promise you’re safe with me.” I’m done in a flash. The tampon slides out, I dump it in the trash, and Lyric remains quiet the entiretime. I might have pushed my luck with that, but it’s too fucking bad.

“Thank you. I’d forgotten all about it.” Apparently, she’s not upset, and good fortune is on my side.

“I love you, Lyric. I’d do anything for you.”

“I love you, too. Shower with me?” She looks up at me.

“Fuck yeah, with goddamn pleasure.” I lift her up again, liking the feel of her in my arms. She locks her ankles behind my back, my cock still hard and more than willing to get inside her.

“Do you think we could, um, you know, in the shower?” she asks in a similar way to the last time she wanted to try something new.

“Hell yes.” I fuse my lips to hers, sealing her idea with a kiss of all fucking kisses.

EPILOGUE

Lyric

Two Months Later

“Oh my god, this is incredible.” We’ve been ziplining through our entire vacation. I picked the activity, and Jagger chose the location of our first vacation together. We kept our destination area within the United States, using Tysen’s private jet to drop us off and pick us up. Washington state is incredible—the trees, the views, the clean air, and not a care in the world.

We both did the same thing with our phones and devices, turning them completely off before dumping them in a drawer at the Airbnb we rented,and while I almost crashed out worrying about Shadow being by himself, Jagger reassured me that Luke is staying at our house to cat sit, drinking all his beer and probably swimming naked in the pool. I wrinkled my nose at that then proceeded to tell Jagger he better super shock it when we get back.

The downfall of our getaway, well, it’s not lasting long enough. We got here Friday, and tomorrow is our last day. We leave early in the morning. Tysen could only book this window of time for Monday at stupid o’clock, as in up-before-a-rooster-crows early. That’s why we’re on one last zipline before we head back, clean up, and go out for an early dinner.

“You like this, we’ll do a hot air ballon or helicopter tour next time.” I greet Jagger at the other end of the line, standing on a rocky cliff with an employee who manages the zipline.

“Yes, please.” Jagger helps me unhook, having already done so himself. He did all the ground work for this, choosing the safest company, and one where we would take the trails to enjoy the scenery. All of our gear is given to the guy standing off to the side.

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