Page 24 of Crewe
Crewe stared at her, letting her think. She didn’t know why she was stuck on this point except she’d been alone for so long that it was easier to do it all herself and not be disappointed. But Crewe wouldn’t disappoint her. She shouldn’t be judging him against the kids’ sperm donor.
“But it will probably be hard for me to ask for help. Maybe you could help me learn that—together?” she asked.
Crewe nodded, but she didn’t trust the grin on his face. Something was up.
“Okay,” he breathed, kissing her cheek, nibbling down her neck, and unbuttoning her top. He spread her shirt, staring at her breasts in the red, fur-edged bra.
“This is quite the present. I think Père Noël must think I’ve been a very good boy to have such nice wrapping. But we all know that the real present is underneath the wrapping,” he breathed as he trailed his tongue between her breasts and followed the fur edge of the bra. His fingers slid underneath the straps, sliding them down her arms, then tugging the cups under her breasts. Her nipples were pebbled, and she ached for him to wrap his lips around them. His lips and tongue traced across her breasts, making designs, but every time he was close to her nipple, he bypassed it. She opened her eyes to see him lazily licking her breast, his eyes trained on her.
“Is this a lesson in asking for help?” she asked. He cocked a brow but didn’t say anything. She smiled, sliding her hand into his hair, gripping it tightly, and moving his lips to her nipple. He chuckled and sucked it into his mouth.
She widened her legs, moving against Crewe. Besides her breasts, they were fully clothed, and she didn’t want slow.
She tugged his hair until he looked at her.
“Hmm?” he asked against her nipple.
“I’m on fire for you. We have all night for slow and torturous. I want you inside me now,” Ry said.
Crewe chuckled again, sitting up on his knees. Tugging his T-shirt over his head, he tossed it toward the chair. He slid his arm around her back and lifted her enough to divest her of her shirt and bra. He laid her back down, tasting her other nipple.
“Can’t have them getting jealous of each other,” he said, trailing kisses down to her jeans. He had her belt and jeans undone and was tugging them down her thighs before she could think of helping him. She kept getting distracted by his muscled chest and imagining what his close-trimmed beard would feel like rubbing against her skin.
He got her jeans to her ankles, then got to her boots. “Whoops,” he said, pausing to remove the boots, then tossing her jeans on the chair. He paused and cocked his eyebrow.
“This is so hot,” he said, running his finger across the thong around her waist. He lifted herup, running his hand over her ass and grasping a handful.
“You’re always gorgeous, but I love my present all wrapped up in a skimpy ribbon,” he said, lying her back down, dropping a kiss on top of her stomach.
He stood up and stared at her while he unbuckled his belt and jeans. He was efficient, which she appreciated because she wanted him now. She trailed her hand down her stomach, then delved between her thighs. She widened her legs so Crewe could see exactly what she was doing and how wet she was. She bit her lip to not grin. Crewe’s shoes were off, and his underwear and jeans were around his ankles, but he was paused, watching her fingers. He knelt on the bed and grasped her hand, pulling it toward his mouth to taste.
“You taste like my next meal. Maybe I need to taste it before we make love,” he said, then moved his leg, but it was still stuck in his jeans. She would not laugh, but seeing the always put-together Crewe with his jeans stuck around his ankle trying to move tickled her. He rolled to the sideand removed the rest, then crawled up the bed until he was above her mound.
“Crewe, please don’t make me wait,” Ry said.
“What my lady wants, she gets,” Crewe said. “I’m clean. Do we need a condom? I have one in my wallet.”
She shook her head no. She was on birth control, and she wanted him inside her in the worst way. Notching himself at her center, he came down over her until she could feel his breath.
He stared into her eyes. She nodded because she wasn’t sure she could talk. It was Crewe, between her legs, and he was finally making them one. He moved into her in one smooth move. It was a stretch because it had been so long, but he was perfect inside her. He moved, and she was caught up in their dance of love. The symphony she let sweep her away until she was calling his name and clamping around him as ecstasy washed over her. He followed quickly, saying her name as he came.
He stayed between her legs but held himself above her. His pleased grin matching the one on her face.
“Thank you,” he said.
She grinned at the man who had been content with being her friend until she was ready for more.
“Maybe we should thank Vivi and Ellie for making sure we had to share a room with one bed,” Ry said.
Crewe chuckled.
“Time to go to the restroom, then we can check out the shower,” he said.
“Should it worry me you know about UTIs?” she asked.
“No, Whiskey was oversharing, so we all know,” Crewe said, carrying her through the door and placing her by the toilet. “I’ll wait out here if you want privacy.”
Ry stared at him, closing the door in his face. She wasn’t one of those women who wanted to have her man watch her pee or poop, and she had zero wish to see him in the same situation. She finished, washed her hands, staring atherself in the mirror. Her hair was wild because Crewe had run his fingers through it. She had a flush from their lovemaking, and for the first time in forever, her eyes were relaxed and happy. Knowing he not only wanted her but wanted to help share the load had changed her life.
