Page 69 of Cannon
I toss my phone onto the bed, sitting forward with legs bent at the knee and my head in my hands. I should have already told her, should have let her in.
My head is bogged down with all sorts of ugly thoughts. Why hadn’t Elliot come to see me? I fully expected her to barge in here at some point. I scrub my hands over my face in frustration.Because, dumbass, you pushed her away.Why is this so fuckin’ difficult? I need Elliot—but I don’t want her to knoweverythingbecause I’m stubborn. Big fuckin’ baby. That’s not fair to her. So, where does that leave me except alone?
A light tap on my door catches my attention, and I freeze in place. It could be any of the three of them, I suppose. Archer and Kingston have been by multiple times with food and to talk. Maybe the guys told Elliot to give me space. Come to think of it, that’s most likely the case. They both know me well enough to recognize what I can handle. And, if I’m honest with myself, up until now, I probably wouldn’t have dealt well with seeing her. But now, my need to see her is stronger than the urge to push her away again.
“Cannon?” Elliot’s voice reaches me through the door. “I’m coming in. I’m done waiting.” I lift my head as the door opens noiselessly, and a small amount of light comes in from the hallway. She shuts the door behind her, then slowly walks toward the bed. “I wanted you to know… I had a rough night. But I won. I finished first.”
My brows inch up on my forehead, and I nod, a faint smile tugging at my lips.That’s my girl.I beckon her over, and without hesitation, she climbs up onto the bed, phone in hand, and sits on her knees beside me. It’s dark in here, but I can see her well enough because I’d left the light on in the bathroom earlier. I lean toward her, gripping her bicep to pull her closer, and inhale deeply. Fresh from the shower. That sweet vanilla scent travels up my nose and swirls around inside my brain. She’s got me on lock. The possessive fuck inside wants to clutch her to me and never let her leave my sight again. I really don’t want to hold back, but I do because I want to know why she’s here and what she has to say. She seems tense, and I’m unsure if it was whatever hell she went through this evening, if it’s being here with me, or something else altogether. I cock my head to the side.Nope.Not liking the worry in her eyes or the way she’s here but not quite with me. I snatch up my phone and shoot her a quick text.
Is something bothering you?
Besides my shit, I mean.
You seem like you’ve got a lot on your mind.
She looks down at her phone and draws in a careful breath as she reads. “Yeah. Lots happened tonight. I’m just kinda… processing. If that makes sense.” Lifting her head, she chews on her bottom lip as we stare intently at each other. After a moment, she pulls away, almost like she can’t look at me anymore without letting me see too much. She’s definitely working through something—the question is what. I want to figure it out, fix whatever it is for her, but I’m fairly certain I won’t be able to get her to spill. Not tonight. But she’ll tell me eventually, I’ll make sure of it. With a heavy sigh, I tap out another message.
I feel like I have so much to say.
And I don’t know where to start.
While she reads, I try to swallow, but I can’t. There’s a thick ball of emotion that has crept up my throat and now it’s firmly lodged there, practically choking me. I run one hand over my head, ruffling the hair that was already standing on end from being in bed most of the day.
Elliot reaches out to me, covering my hand, my phone still firmly gripped inside it. “Will you lie back for me? Get comfortable? I have something to share with you,” she whispers, her voice a little breathless and perhaps she’s the slightest bit nervous. That thought is confirmed when she sinks her teeth into her luscious bottom lip again as she watches me, waiting to see if I’ll agree to her request.
I nod, letting her take the phone from my hand, and set it apart from us on the bed. She watches while I scoot down, lying back on the pillows. I fold my arms behind my head and wait with a patience that is quickly slipping. I have no idea what she’s doing.
Eyeing me, she digs something out of the tiny pocket in her stretchy shorts. Her AirPods. She offers me one, and my brows dart up in surprise. This is an old song and dance for us, only it’s usually me sharing something with her. I put the earbud into my ear and wait while she looks for something on her phone.
My heart thuds heavily in my chest as the opening notes of a song I feel like I should recognize plays.Yes.It’s “Can’t Get You Out of My Head” but a slow, sexy cover of it. I’ll have to find out later whose it is. But right now, all I can concentrate on is Elliot as she unexpectedly straddles my torso. And as the song plays, she lowers her face to my neck and inhales deeply, flicking her soft tongue over the spot where my pulse throbs hard for her.
I go to put my arms around her, but she stops, shaking her head, and forces me to put them back where they were on the pillows. Her dark gaze accompanies a ghost of a smile, which passes over her lips before she drops back down, creating a smoldering path of flames down my neck and across my collarbone with her mouth.
“Close your eyes, Cannon,” she murmurs.
My eyes widen at the lustful look in her eyes. Reluctantly, I close mine for her.
And now all I can do is feel.
I know she’s there, still straddled over me on all fours. I let out a shuddered breath when the bed dips, and she’s at my throat, nipping lightly with her teeth.
Her warm breath is like a caress, and that devilish wet tongue of hers flicks out everywhere she wants to taste me—my taut nipple, the groove between ab muscles, and down to the light trail of hair leading toward my cock. That last one really gets me, making my muscles lock up and my thighs shake of their own volition. She’s making me hard as stone, and I have no idea what she’s going to do next. I can only wait, anticipation riding high and jolts of pleasure crashing through me at her every touch. It’s intense. It’s—
Ah, fuuuck. All the air punches from my lungs, and my body jerks as she slips her fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs and slowly pulls them down, inch by inch, then I’m lifting my ass—and in the next moment, my cock is out, jutting straight upward from my groin. I imagine her eyes on my cock instead of my face. It’s the headiest fucking feeling ever, knowing she’s looking at me. Not having any idea what’s to come. Strangely enough, I find I like that a whole fuckin’ lot. With every second she makes me wait, I swell until I’m unbearably hard and yearning for her touch. I’d give anything for her to put her hands on me. Or her mouth.Fuck.I would sell my soul for this girl. Hell, maybe I already have.
Putting me out of my misery, she grasps my cock in her hand, and my hips immediately surge forward at the contact. I gasp for air as my entire body riots. I don’t think she realizes how much she affects me because she leisurely strokes my dick—so fucking slow I could die. I growl out my pleasure, an animalistic sound ripping from deep within my chest.Oh god.She’s going to kill me.
Two seconds later, I’msureof it. Her tongue flicks over the head of my cock, sending the blood pounding so hard through my veins I can’t hear anything over the drumming beat of it. And without my senses of sight or sound, all I have is touch—and no matter how slight, she has my blood heating in my veins and flowing through me like warm honey. She swirls her tongue around the head of my dick, then gently sucks it into her mouth. I could come on the spot; my entire body burns up from my girl’s touch. She pulls back for a second, licking and kissing me for several blood-pressure-raising moments before taking me back in her mouth, this time sucking me deep. She works her hand in tandem, and there’s a very real possibility that I’m going to come way too soon. “Elliot,” I rasp. “Gotta stop.”
She releases me from her mouth, and I reach blindly for her as I sit up. My hands land on her biceps, and I haul her on top of my chest, lying back again with my eyes still closed. For a moment, all I can do is try to catch my breath.
She whispers softly, “Do you like the playlist? I made it for you.”
Playlist.Fuck.I can’t hear a damn thing over the blood whooshing around in my head. I wet my lips and nod anyway, my chest rising and falling fast.
“Do you want to be inside me?”
I drag in a breath and nod again.
