Page 74 of What Is Love
Roe lapped at me again and again, spreading my wetness, exploring me. Then his sole focus was my clit. My hips bucked of their own accord and little noises of pleasure kept slipping past my lips. I tried fisting the blankets to regain some sort of control, but it wasn’t any use. Roe’s tongue started flicking the little button between my legs and pressure began to build. I moaned and tried to squeeze my thighs together, only to be stopped by his head and the firm grip of his hands.
I’d only ever made myself come, but having someone else build me up to that peak was so much better. Unfortunately, it was quickly becoming apparent that I was stuck at the edge of coming. I needed something more to give me that last oomph to get there. It was so maddening. “Roe,” I begged as I reached for his head. My fingers fisted around his soft hair as I rocked myself against his tongue. I felt him smile just before he sucked my clit into his mouth.
That was it. That was what I needed. I cried out as I felt like I was falling and exploding at the same time. My body shook as it went tight and loose.
When the last wave of release pulsed through me, Roe gave me one more long lick from core to clit, as if savoring one last taste. I fisted the shoulders of his shirt and pulled him up to my mouth. I kissed him, tasting myself on his wet lips and tongue. “I don’t want to stop.”
He let out a groan and pulled away with his eyes squeezed shut. “I told you I’m not a saint, Lottie. Don’t test me.”
I framed his face with my hands. “And I told you I wasn’t one, either.”
He opened his eyes, meeting mine. “I want what we have to be more than just sex.” His hand slid down my inner thigh until his fingers slipped between my soaked folds to find my entrance. “I know the moment I slide my cock here...” He pushed his middle finger inside me.
I gasped at the intrusion, the stretch I felt at just one of his long fingers. One with half a butterfly tattooed on it.
He pulled that finger back out and pushed it back in slowly. “Fuck, Lottie, once I’m here, one time won’t be enough.” As he withdrew his finger again, his ring finger joined his middle, completing the butterfly, and he pushed them both inside me.
My head rolled back as he pumped those two fingers inside me. In and out, fucking me. Then his thumb found my clit and began rubbing circles over it. It was too much. I was still sensitive from coming before. I began begging, “Please. Please,” while squeezing his shoulders.
He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Are you begging me to make you come, Lottie?”
He built the pressure of pleasure so quick, I was already back to the point of just before coming. “Yes,” I whined, which was strange to hear from myself. “Make me come, Roe.”
His fingers inside me curled up and his thumb was a little firmer with its strokes. It didn’t take long before I detonated and there was just release. My thighs clamped closed around his hand and my nails dug into his shoulders as I cried out.
His mouth covered mine, muffling the loud sound, and he kissed me as I shuddered and shook. He didn’t stop kissing me until long after my body had calmed and I felt beyond sated.Then he pulled me onto his chest to cuddle, and we just lay there for a while in silence.
That was, until Roe finally broke it. “Does this mean I get the job?”
I snorted, trying to stop myself from laughing. Then I remembered I didn’t have to do that. I shook against him as I let go and laughed. It was real, genuine, and joyous.
Chapter Twenty
I textedWyatt to let him know that there had been a change of plans and I would be staying at his house. He already knew. Roe had told him.
When Wyatt got home, Roe and I were working on homework in the dining room. “Honey, we’re home!” he announced as he walked through the door, with Reid right behind him. They were both carrying white plastic bags with the local grocery store’s name on them. They set the bags on the table next to us.
Roe stared at them before looking at Wyatt. “You cooking tonight?”
“Nothing crazy. Just spaghetti and meatballs,” Wyatt said as he came over to me and kissed the top of my head.
Roe’s brows rose. For a split second I thought,Roe might get angry. I had been way more intimate with him than Brandon, who I supposed was my actual boyfriend, and Brandon had been possessive from minute one. I didn’t know what Roe and I had, if we had anything at all. Or if we could have anything at all.
Everything was confusing. I couldn’t think or act one way anymore. Inside, I felt like I was constantly battling with myself. The good daughter versus the rebel. One lived in fear and wasalways aware of the consequences. The other desired freedom so badly, she didn’t care if death was the only way to get it.
Roe’s surprise soon faded and he looked to Reid. “Staying for dinner?”
Reid nodded.
“I’m going to shower first,” Wyatt said. “I got motor oil in my hair. You guys are in charge of putting all this away. Not you, Lottie. You need to take it easy.”
As Wyatt left, Roe and Reid glanced at me questioningly and the only thing I could think of was to focus on my homework.
They thankfully didn’t ask what Wyatt had meant. I knew in the back of my head that patience would eventually run out for not just Roe, but everyone.
Roe pushed his chair back and stood. He and Reid started unpacking the grocery bags. Every once in a while, I’d peek over and watch as Roe put all the cold things in the fridge and Reid put the rest of the groceries away in the pantry at the far end of the galley kitchen.
“Noble won’t be closing tonight,” Reid said as they worked.
