Page 43 of Drunk on You (Hope Town 4)

She moves instantly, rocking and bouncing against the hardness buried deep inside her. Not once does she stop yelling out her pleasure. I keep my eyes on her face, watching as she comes undone again, this time her cheeks wet as she submits fully to the sensations pulling her under.

"One more," I tell her with my mouth clenched just as tight as I feel my balls have drawn. "Soak me, come, and suck me dry with that tight cunt."

"Shane!" she shouts, her walls clamping tight. Her whole body shudders, her full tits shaking, the piercings calling for my mouth.

"Fuck," I grunt, flexing my ass and releasing her hands to grab her hips and lift her up. I feed my cock into her body twice more before pulling her down and hissing through my teeth. With one more flex of my ass, I push myself even deeper and bellow out her name while my vision goes black and I come hard.

I RUN MY FINGERS OVER Shane's smooth chest, admiring the contrast of his tan to my paleness. We've been lying here in silence as both of us calm down. He lets my hands roam now. I should want a shower, the stickiness between my legs of our combined releases not exactly the most pleasant feeling, but I'm not ready to leave his arms. Heck, I'm not really sure I'll ever be ready. Pleasant or not, it only reminds me of what we just shared and the monumental shift I felt between us.

Lifting up, I prop my chin against my hand resting on his chest and study his relaxed face. He doesn't move, his fingers continuing their light strokes against my hip. He looks so much younger like this, no hardness in his features, completely relaxed. I did this to him. I imagine he doesn't often look this ... stripped down. Knowing it's something I get that others might not experience fills me with butterflies.

One golden brown eye pops open, and he smirks. "What is it?"

"Where did you learn French?" I ask, feeling like it's the safer path of questioning than asking if he felt the same shift as I did when we came together.

He shifts, making me do the same. He turns us both on our sides, both eyes appraising me now. "My mother was f

luent."

"And you? Are you fluent?"

"Oui, belle," he says thickly.

I blush. I might not remember much of anything from my high school classes, but a fool would know what he just said without help. Yes, beautiful.

"If I would have known you liked it that much, cherie, I would have made it a point to speak it more often."

"Why don't you?"

A flash of pain crosses his face, and I instantly wish I could pull the words back.

"It was such a big part of her. She wanted me and Libs to know her language, to learn about her life before moving to America. Half of the time, I don't even realize I've slipped into that old habit unless someone calls me on it. I guess I don't give that to many people because it's special to me. It's not something I do consciously."

"You should try, honey," I tell him softly. "Let that be part of her legacy and something you pass on to those in your life and one day, your own family, instead of keeping it locked away. She wanted you to take that part of her for a reason, Shane."

He doesn't say anything, but his eyes darken, and I know my words affected him deeper than he wants me to know. Not because he wants to keep something from me; no, I think it's more because he can tell I understand.

"Does your sister still speak it as well?"

He shakes his head. "No. She stopped the day we lost our mom. I doubt she'll ever pick it back up. That part of her died with Mom."

My heart breaks for him, and the pain in his voice is raw. "I would love to learn," I whisper, my cheeks burning.

Some of his pain leaves his eyes, and he smiles at me. "I'd like that."

We settle into silence again, both of us holding our eye contact. I can feel something building, solidifying between us. The same thing I had felt shift while he took what he needed from me becoming even stronger. My body remembering each touch of his while he took me to a place I had never known existed, using my body to channel his emotions from earlier. Not once did it feel wrong but just the opposite. It was as if my body had been awoken, coming to life for the touch that had been made for me and me alone.

"Shane?"

"Yes, Nikki."

"Will you ever let me ...?" I trail off, not sure how to put it into words.

He frowns slightly. "Let you what?"

I sigh, holding his gaze and figuring I should just spit it out. "Will you ever let me ... take you?"

"Why?"

"I'm just trying to understand you. All of you. I want to know every facet that makes you the incredible man you are. I'm not complaining, just not sure I understand why you need that."

"Would it matter? If I answered a certain way, would that change your mind about us being together?"

I mull his words over. Would it? Probably not, but do I know that? I've never been with a man like him. "I don't know, Shane."

He sighs. "It's who I am, Nikki. I don't like feeling I can't control the way something plays out. I spent the better part of my life growing up with no way to change the things happening around me. I never knew my dad, that choice stripped from me. It wasn't until my mom got sick that I felt a shift in me. I couldn't make her life easier while she did her best to raise us. I couldn't take her sickness away. I was helpless. When she died, something in me did too, and I've needed to let the beast inside me control my life and the situations I found myself in ever since so I never felt any of that helplessness again. Am I telling you no? Not exactly, but you need to understand that I might always need this."

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