“That was my fucking come,” she snarls.
Before I can respond — still shaking from ejaculating so hard — she captures my mouth with hers and grabs my hand, guiding it between her legs.
I press kisses along her jaw and neck, letting her show me how she wants to be fingered — two fingers, pressed on either side of her clit and at a rapid pace. I’m still fucking high, high on Mirth, when she stiffens, then relaxes completely in my arms. Her head lolls back on my shoulder, neck stretched and open toward me. She arcs up, pressing herself into my fingers. Her hand tightens on my wrist. Her breath catches, mouth dropping open with a groan. Then she shudders against my chest, cradled against me, as she orgasms.
Energy pours from Mirth, and all I can do is try to watch her, watch her face, as I tease the lingering quivers of pleasure from her.
I soften my touch, switching up the rhythm, until her perfect fucking teeth pinch down on her lush lower lip and she shudders out a second orgasm, having never completely come down from her first.
Utter satisfaction, utter contentment floods from her into me as I cup her pussy, brushing my lips up and down her neck. A bruise is slowly forming where I’ve bitten her. And I’m a fucking asshole because it satisfies me that I’ve marked her so overtly.
The tightness in my chest eases. I know this is just a step taken toward each other, but I … I’m not quite so wounded anymore, and I hope …
Mirth reaches to cup my face, and I realize that I’ve been crying. She curls her fingers over mine on her pussy, pressing her ass firmly against my groin. And yes, I’m already hardening again.
“I love you,” I whisper, shamelessly sucking on that bruised bit of skin. “Don’t say it back. Not yet. But I’ve loved you for a very long time, and I tried to be your friend. I tried to keep it that way. You and Armin. I never wanted to be anywhere but with the two of you …”
My voice breaks as I struggle, just for a breath, with the utter loss of my soul brother, Armin.
Mirth takes in a shuddering breath, battling her own grief.
“I’ve been such an idiot.” I clear my throat. “I convinced myself, when you finally came back to school, that the kiss meant nothing to you. You were so sweet and nice, and I …”
“It had to mean nothing, Bolan,” she whispers. “I had to shut down all of it … to control my powers.”
She snuggles back into me. Still cupping her pussy with one hand, I cinch my arms around her in a firm cuddle.
I should straighten her clothes, salvage what I can of mine, and get her out of the cold. But I need just a moment longer. I suddenly have too much to say and not any of the words I need to articulate it all.
“Those were the longest six months of my life,” I confess. “Without you. And I knew why. I didn’t want to acknowledge it. Because you’d … moved on, and that was right. That was the right thing to do. To keep it clear between us. I could be friends with Armin, but you’re a fucking princess! And I —”
“That’s not how I ever saw it.” The post-orgasm contentment leeches from her tone as I piss her off. Again. As always. “Youthink I thought I was somehow better than you? Better than everyone else?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I say lamely. “Of course you didn’t —”
She huffs.
But she doesn’t push my hand away from her pussy. She doesn’t move her perfect fucking ass away from my hard cock.
“I should just keep my mouth shut and fuck you again,” I croon into her skin just behind her ear.
She shudders, then quietly giggles.
That laugh is like a hit of ecstasy. It filters through into my chest, surrounds my heart, and … and …
“I’m yours,” I say, more stupid tears dripping down my face. “I’m yours, Mirth. I’m sorry I fucked it all up. And I’m sorry I haven’t been with you … helped you through losing Armin.”
“We could have … should have helped each other,” she says sadly.
I slide my hand away from her pussy, wrap my arm around her hips, and rock her against my chest. She turns her head, pressing her face into my neck.
“Let me try now?” I ask.
“Okay,” she says.
She doesn’t tell me she loves me. Or that she belongs to me as much as I do to her. But she’s giving me a chance. And that’s more than I thought I’d ever have with her again.
I feel her smile against my neck. “Now that we aren’t actually fucking, it’s a little weird to have my pants around my ankles and you completely naked.”
