I opened my mouth to agree—but ended up crying out as his tongue found my clit.
Thank fuckindeed.
We screwed on the couch.
On the table.
In the shower.
Against the laundry machine, while it ran.
On a chair.
On the wood floor.
When we weren’t lost in each other’s bodies, we were doing the same things we usually did—but just for a little while, before need whisked us away again.
Five days later, we were sprawled out on the couch on the porch, watching the sun rise over the lake with hooded eyes. We’dstumbled outside after our last round of sex, exhausted and fairly confident that the climax was finally over.
If it was finally over, we were now fully and completely mated.
Birds chirped around us at random intervals while we spooned each other on the cushions, naked beneath the blanket that needed a good washing.
Like everything else in the house.
We’d get to that. Eventually.
The lake’s surface looked like glass, and the way the leaves blew lightly in the wind was absolutely idyllic.
“I still hate dirt,” I murmured to Nico.
He chuckled, low and rumbly. “I didn’t expect you not to.”
“I like you more than I hate dirt, though,” I admitted. “I’m falling in love with you too.”
“Good.” He kissed my forehead, then my cheek. “I?—”
“Abby?” A loud, female voice called. It was on the other side of the house, but far enough that I couldn’t make it out right away.
“I think that’s one of my friends,” I whispered.
“How do they know where we live?”
“We track each other’s phones.”
“Abby!” she called again.
“I think it’s Stella,” I said.
“I haven’t been around them enough to know.”
“Why do you think she’s here?”
“Have you checked your phone recently?”
“I…” I trailed off. “No. It died a few days ago and I didn’t plug it in.”
Nico kissed my shoulder. “She probably thinks I murdered you, or that your dog finally attacked you.”
