Page 109 of Rivals
“I can’t wait to get home,” he says.
“Why?” I giggle.
He chuckles again. “You’ll see.” He looks at me over his shoulder and bops up and down on his toes.
When we get back to our apartment he almost drops me as I try to get off his back. We are high as kites, and it feels sofreeing. My bark of laughter echoes in the building. Lachlan cracks up and tries to catch me but falls in the process. That makes me laugh, and I roar, holding my stomach as my eyes leak while I try to catch my breath.
Lachlan’s expression suddenly turns serious, and he pushes me up against a wall in the lobby. The breath whooshes right back out of my lungs, and he grabs my neck, directing my chin up. His head dips to drag his lips against mine, nipping my lower one. I lean in, pushing my mouth against his as my need burns brighter.
He pulls away slightly, keeping me from following with his grip on my neck. He chuckles again and does the same thing. Only when he leans to kiss me do I feel the gentle caress of his touch explore the exposed skin under my crop top. The light touches almost infuriate me, and I growl into his mouth. Then his hand stops and his fingers flicker on my ribs, tickling me and making me shout in laughter.
“Hey!” a voice shouts. Lachlan drops his hand immediately. Frozen in place, we look up at the first balcony of the first floor of the building. “Get a room! Some of us are trying to work here!” The man says. I pin my lips together, and he shoots us a dirty look, then slams his door closed.
I slowly turn my head towards Lachlan, and he looks like he’s constipated. He’s trying to hold it in, then fails as we burst into laughter. “Race you!” He shouts, and his long legs bound up the stairs. I run after him, attempting to keep up with him.
We get to our floor, and Lachlan fumbles with the keys. He drops them, and we giggle as he leans down to pick them up. I take the opening, leaning in, and I bite his neck. I don’t know why I do it. I just wanted to. He growls and smiles. I hear the keys clatter to the ground, and he clasps my face between his hands and kisses me like it’s the first time. The laughter stops, and my pulse quivers as languid heat fills my center. He grabs the keys, sensing the change in us, and manages to get it into the lock. He throws the door open, and I’m already taking my shirt off. He kicks the door closed, and I watch his long fingers flip the flimsy lock.
His hand grips the back of his shirt, and he rips it off while my fingers fumble, trying to unbutton my sticky jeans. He kicks off his boots and does the same with his jeans but trips, landing on his knees. My movements halt, and my eyes feel dry because I forgot to blink.
Lachlan stares up at me from the floor, my pants half over my hips. Then we burst into laughter again. I wiggle my jeans off and go to help Lachlan with his. I giggle, pulling on the ankle of his jeans, but they don’t budge. He smiles at me while I try to yank them off, while he wiggles a little more, then I lose my balance and fall back on my butt. Lachlan immediately sits up with wide eyes. I start cackling, and then his boxers disappear. My bra grows wings and flies away.
We lunge for each other, and he inhales me like I am the air he needs to breathe. We’re sweaty, messy, and giggly, and I can’t get enough. I never want it to stop. The hard floor is hardly comfortable, but it’s barely a thought in my mind as Lachlan roughly spreads my legs. Then we race up the mountain together.
His body thrusts against mine on the floor, and I dig my nails into his back. He groans as he consumes me with an edge of mania to our carnal desperation. I think we’re too incoherent to speak. We’re all limbs, moans, and curses. I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine, and Lachlan lifted me up.
“Revna,” he groans, driving into me as we reach the transcendent peak of bliss.
I gasp for breath, reaching for Lachlan. He drops his weight onto me and rolls us to the side. I tuck my nose into his neck, and his shoulders shake. I lean back to check if he’s crying. Only mirth sits on his face as he chuckles silently. I grin back, pressing my forehead to his.
“That was…fast.” I giggle a little more.
“Sometimes I surprise myself,” he chuckles. I nod, and he nods against my forehead.
“It was also…good,” I say against his lips. He puckers his in an attempt to kiss me without moving his head, and I giggle before he can. He chuckles again. My eyes feel heavy, and I start to close them.
Lachlan untangles himself from me and picks me up off the ground. I barely have the strength to open my eyes as he lays me in bed and gets in beside me. I sigh, making myself comfortable on his chest. His muscled arm comes around my ribs, and sleep takes me away. My good days only seem to happen when I have him. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing. But for tonight, it’s a perfect thing.
***
My mouth feels like cotton balls have been stuffed in it for days. My eyelids feel like glue has been poured over them.
“Here, baby,” Lachlan rasps. I force my eyes open, and he doesn’t look much better than me. He’s holding a little cup of espresso. I sit up and eagerly take it from him. The thick brew slides down my throat, waking me up a bit.
“How are you this morning?” he asks.
I shoot him a look. “I feel like I got run over by a truck.” He huffs a laugh and lifts the little cup to his lips.
“I feel like I woke up in a dumpster,” he says.
“That’s oddly specific as if you have woken up in a dumpster before,” I mumble. He shrugs.
I look at him, waiting for the story. “I had a lot to drink that night. I try to forget that it ever happened. New York City dumpsters are a different kind of hell and not good for hangovers,” he says. I make a disgusted face, and Lachlan takes another sip.
“Interesting. Well, I want to work at least. How about you?” I take a deep breath, and though I feel like trash, I still feel like I have this brief calm. I nod my head. “Good,” he says, then tosses the rest back.
“What time is it?” I ask him.
“I think it’s about noon,” he says.
