Page 23 of Good Girl
He places my foot back down, then grasps my hips, gently pulling me forward and placing a kiss on my lower stomach, igniting a swarm of sensations there. “I like your perspective on them.”
When he rises, I wrap my arms around his neck and push up onto my tiptoes to brush over his lips with mine. He pulls me closer, our wet, slick bodies crashing together as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth, claiming, owning, devouring. As his light stubble grazes my face and his teeth nip my bottom lip, I ache for him to leave his marks on me.
His fingers twist in my hair as his tongue plows into me, punishing my mouth with hot, panty-melting licks.
Hoisting me up onto his body, my legs instinctively curl around his waist. He pushes my back against the shower wall, groaning into my mouth while grinding his hard cock against my core. Need surges through me as his lips move along my jaw, biting and sucking down my neck.
Tilting my hips, I reach down to line his cock up with my hot heat then slide down the full length of him with a sharp intake of breath, feeling every rung on his piercing ladder.
Hissing through his teeth, he rests his forehead against mine, looking between our joined bodies to watch his cock disappear inside my pussy as I lift up his shaft then slowly glide back down. With a frenzied exhale, he thrusts his hips, his arm banding around my waist and anchoring us with his other hand on the wall beside my head.
I’m moaning and boneless as he fucks me relentlessly, skin slapping skin, his balls hitting against my ass. He exudes pure power, controlling both our bodies, maneuvering me like I’m a feather, not a fully-grown woman.
Those thick lips of his crash against mine, kissing and biting up my jaw before he rests his mouth over my shoulder. Pounding his hips, I revel in the friction from our joined bodies rubbing against my nipples as his cock reaches depths I didn’t know existed.
Pleasure burns through every part of my body, and like a river breaking its banks, I come undone.
Our gluttonous moans fill the room as my walls clench around him, strangling his cock and wringing his own release from him.
“Fuck, Poppy. I want to live inside you.” He breathes heavily, his legs shaking as he lowers me to my feet. Clasping my head in his powerful palms, I swoon as he kisses my nose then my forehead. I cling to his forearms, my eyes fluttering closed, never wanting this moment to end.
My heart is thundering so hard, emotion swirling in my chest cavity, banging at my ribs to be released. Can people fall in love this quickly?
“Vance is making breakfast. Come out when you’re ready.”
He kisses me once more then leaves without showering himself.
Turning my phone over to stop the screen from lighting up with Josh’s nonstop, incoming calls, I smile meekly at Vance who is watching me like a hawk. Or watching my damn phone.
“Everything okay?” he asks when the stupid brick begins vibrating again, dancing on the counter.
“I’m just gonna take this call.” I snatch the phone then head down the hallway for some privacy.
“I don’t want to speak to you yet, Josh. Why can’t you give me the space I’ve asked for?” I sneer through gritted teeth down the line.
There are pictures of city skylines adorning the walls along the hallway, and I realize there’re lots of doors, leading to rooms in this apartment that I’ve yet to explore. Would they mind me being nosy?
“Because you won’t tell me where the hell you are, and I’m worried. I have the right to worry about you. And your mom keeps calling since we’re supposed to leave tomorrow to go to my parents and you’re dodging her calls. Eric put the payment down on the rental car weeks ago, Pop.” If I didn’t dodge her calls, I’d have to speak to her eighty times a day. She’s been relentless. “Pop?”
Ugh, hearing him call me ‘Pop’ makes me want to vomit, memories of him pretending to shake me up like a soda pop assaulting my mind. I used to find those things endearing, but now it all just hurts and grates my nerves.
“You still expect me to drive home with you two like nothing happened?” I scoff incredulously.
I sneak down the long hallway, my feet tapping against the heated marble floor. I try one of the door handles, which opens into another bedroom. I smile, Vance’s rich scent wafting from inside before I close the door.
“We need to get past this, Pop.” Josh’s heavy exhale sends anger boiling through my veins. “Please come to the apartment so we can at least discuss things.”
Every part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, but we should just get this done, and I desperately need my things. I’ve been living in Vance and Tristan’s T-shirts, ones I know cost more than most of my wardrobe combined.
“I’ll make Eric go somewhere else, Pop. Please.”
I try another handle to peek inside, but it doesn’t budge.
“Fine.” Rubbing my forefinger and thumb against the bridge of my nose, I sigh. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
My eyes scan over the door, homing in on the keyhole. It’s locked. Intriguing…
“Okay, great,” Josh replies, sounding excited. I end the call before he can say anything else.
