Page 83 of On My Side
I furrow my brow in confusion and move to look into the drawer, too. It’s exactly the way I left it, my favorite clit-sucking vibrator and a half-empty bottle of ibuprofen, some lube, and the weighted sleep mask I got from the inn’s white elephant exchange last year. Body wipes and disposable toothbrushes I use when getting out of bed feels impossible, a light I use during the winter to help my mood, and a few loose, unidentifiable pills. Nothing to garner… whatever he’s doing right now.
“Ren?” I prompt. “Do you wanna continue?”
“Give me a second,” he repeats. “Let me enjoy this.”
“Enjoywhat? What’s happening?”
He groans and rubs a hand over his face. “I’m looking at yoursex toy.”
I stare at him. “That’s it?”
“That’sit?” He stares at me completely befuddled. “Audrey, I’ve imagined every single detail of what you looked like whenyou got yourself off. I imagined awand. But now I’m staring at this pretty metallic pink clit-sucking monster machine that’s made you come andnota wand and…”
“Uh, babe?” I say cautiously, placing my hand on his cheek and turning his head so he’s looking at me. “I think you’re spiraling.”
He nods solemnly. “Yes. Quite right.”
“Would you like me to use the pretty metallic pink clit-sucking monster machine while you watch?” I ask. “I’ve always tried to be quiet when I came, but I wonder if I’m loud if I let myself justfeel, you know…”
Ren doesn’t let me finish that thought before he’s shoving the toy into my hands. “Fuck,” he says simply, eyes wild as they roam my body. “Fuck,” he reiterates, in case I didn’t get it the first time.
“You gonna be a good boy and watch?” I ask him, raking my fingers through his never-neat curls. They’re always wild, making him look well-fucked all the time.
Maybe that’s just what I think.
Ormaybeit’s why the moms of Port Haven want him so bad.
My stomach flips as I realize those women with all the money they have to get nice clothes and makeup… he chooses to be with me. In my bed. Inmylife.
Ren nods eagerly in response to my question. “I’ll be so good for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to mine. It’s a slow, scorching kiss, and I can’t help the whimper that comes from somewhere deep in my chest when he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “I’ll be so goodtoyou,” he adds, and those six words warm my entire being from the inside out.
He cradles the back of my head as I recline against the pillows at the head of the bed. He hovers over me as I lower myself, keeping our bodies connected. Once I’m laying down, he shuffles backward and gently takes my left ankle in his hand and spreads my legs, situating himself between them.
“I like this skirt on you,” he tells me, clutching the hem of my forest green corduroy pencil skirt between his forefinger and thumb. “You’re gorgeous in green.”
I bite my lip, face flushing. Ever since the night at the symphony, I’d known he liked the way green looks on me. I like it, too. I especially like it because it reminds me of his eyes, like a lush forest. I carry a piece of him with me when I wear the color.
A safe-for-work hickey, if you will.
“Thank you,” I breathe. “I know you do.”
He laughs and meets my eyes again. “Wore this to try to work me up, did you?”
I smirk. “Did it work?”
He leans over me again, clasping my chin in his hand. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to try.”
He kisses me again, and I swear I can taste the certainty he wants me as much as I want him. I run my hands over his shoulder blades, feeling the taut muscles of his back. He’s sturdy, like a house that was built to keep a family safe. Like a house built to last. He feelsright.
Him kissing down my neck, avoiding my breasts like I asked, and bunching up my skirt as I lift my ass, feels right.
“Wet for me already?” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over my fabric-covered cunt.
I’m sure I say something intelligible and seductive in response, and not the garbled string of noises my ears trick me into hearing.
“Do you want me to take these off?” He traces the seam with his fingertips and my hips jerk in response.
“Please,” I beg, wanton and desperate.
