Page 123 of The One I Love
No one notices that we do as we walk hand-in-hand across Wes’s patio toward his house. We step inside, and as soon as we close the door, Shane picks up his speed, nearly dragging me toward…the laundry room?
“What are you doing?” I ask as he slams the door behind me and locks it. “Shane?”
He swallows my words as he dives in for a kiss. He pressesme against the door and lifts me up, my leg wrapping around him as we kiss the daylights out of each other.
“I’ve missed you,” he says as his lips start making their way down the slope of my neck. “I missed you so fucking much.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
Shane carries me the few steps to the washing machine, where he sets me down and quickly proceeds to push down the straps of my sundress and the cups of my bra, allowing my breasts to spill over. He catches them and quickly puts one in his mouth, the instant sensation nearly making me cry as I let out a yelp.
“Shh,” he says between licks and flicks. “Who knows who could be in the house. But I can’t wait another minute to taste you.”
I use one hand to hold me up as the other runs through his hair as his mouth takes whatever it wants.
He can. It’s his. I’m his. And our forever might not be official yet, but I know it’s there.
And I can’t wait to get it started.
His mouth doesn’t move from my breast as his hands starts gathering up the bottom of my skirt. When it’s up my legs, I feel his finger making its way to my center, moving my underwear to the side just enough to so he can insert two fingers into me.
“Shane,” I whisper, though I wish I could yell. His movements make me fall into him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I’m holding on for dear life as he lets his fingers explore me, landing on that perfect spot that makes my eyes roll back.
“Never again,” he says as his finger continues to penetrate. “Never apart again.”
“Never,” I say, clawing onto his back. “Take me, Shane. Take me now.”
He rips his fingers out of me, leaving me heaving as he quickly unbuttons his shorts and pushes them down just enough to free his very big, and very ready, cock.
“Hold on,” he says. “And remember, you can’t scream.”
Easier said than done as he drives into me, which simultaneously makes me lose my breath and want to yell to the heavens. My hands fall back to the top of the washing machine as Shane grabs my hips and pulls me to the front, giving him the perfect angle to take me hard and fast.
Exactly what I need.
“You…are…mine,” he grunts as he continues to pound into me. “Now. Forever.”
“Yes,” I say in a heavy breath as my body shakes from his thrusts. “Forever.”
I’m surprised when Shane slips out of me, but before I can figure out what’s happening, he’s pulling me down so I’m standing and turning me around, bending me over so he can take me from behind. The second he reenters me, I let out a sigh of relief. Every time we’re like this—where it’s fast and hard, or other times where it’s slow and we have all the time in the world—I feel completed. Shane completes me. And I know that’s a cheesy line from a movie, but it’s true.
And I never understood it until my best friend kissed me.
“Amelia,” he says as he wraps his hand around my hair, bringing me up to him where my back is against his chest. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Then don’t.”
His other hand wraps around my waist, allowing his fingers to access that perfect place on my pussy. It only takes a few flicks and pumps before we’re both set into orbit. His grip onto me is so tight I don’t think I can breathe. The only thing keeping me standing is my hands on top of the washing machine and Shane’s hold.
The two of us both come down from the high, but we don’t move. Shane does turn me around, but that’s only so he can bring me into his arms, holding me like I might go somewhere.
I get why. This last week has been hard. Emotional. I know he was probably scared. I was too. The longer we were apart, the more I was worried that it was over. That we went too hard, too fast. Add in the secrets and lies, and I was terrified it was maybe too much to come back from.
I should have known better. Because when it comes to me and Shane, we were meant to be. Even if it took me almost two decades to see it.
“I don’t want to go back out there.”
I laugh as I fix myself and make sure everything is put back into place. “You know we can’t stay in the laundry room all night.”
