Page 56 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

“Yeah, Teddy. I’m good. You can move now.”

“You sure?”

Her laugh tickles my throat as she nods against me. “Yeah. Positive.”

I pull out a few inches then push into her again. Her hips meet mine, and she wiggles beneath me.

“Keep doing that,” she whispers.

I thrust again, softly, and feel her lips stretch into a smile against my neck. “Yeah. Like that.”

She drags her hands to my ass and pulls me down harder, hooking her ankles around my waist and moving her hands along my spine, wrapping them around my neck. We find our rhythm, chasing our orgasms. And she clings to me the whole time, refusing to let me go while refusing to look me in the eye, either. It’s the latter that gets under my skin.

As her core clenches around me, her pace becomes more frantic. I love the greediness in her movements, the race to fall over the edge. The way her breath fans across my neck and her fingers dig into my back.

Every thrust carries us closer to oblivion, and even though I’m as anxious to reach it as she is, I slow my movements and rasp, “Look at me, Blake.”

With a jerky shake of her head, Blake burrows closer. “Keep going, Theo.”

“Look at me first.”

Another shake of her head. “I’m close.”

“Which is why I want you to look at me.” I tangle my hands with hers and unhook her arms from around my neck.

Her eyes are squeezed shut as her chest rises and falls, taking every slow, deliberate thrust while meeting it with her own.

I push away the hair clinging to her damp forehead and cup her cheek while continuing our pace. “Look at me, Blake.”

“Let me enjoy––”

“Now.” I smack the outside of her thigh just beneath her ass.

Her eyes snap open, and her lips part on a moan as she looks up at me, her stare glazed with surprise.

“You’re with me, Blake. Not some random dick. Not Burrows or Austin or fucking Tukani. Me.”

Her hair is wild, splayed across the bare mattress like a halo of fire as she touches my cheek and whispers, “You.”

Satisfied, I dig my fingers into her ass and thrust harder. With her green eyes focused solely on me, I push us over the edge.

“Theo,” she whimpers, coming around me and tearing the last of the barriers I’d put between us in two.

I pulse into her and press my forehead to hers as we catch our breaths.

Fuck.

Well that was…something.

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BLAKELY

Holy shit. I just had sex. And not only did I just have sex, I had sex with Theodore Taylor. No, no. Teddy Taylor. My Teddy Taylor. Scratch that. He isn’t mine. He’s…Colt’s, I guess? Honestly, I’m too wound up to really grasp anything other than the blanket of euphoria wrapped around every single nerve of my body as I lay on the mattress like a melted candle. What I do know is Theo’s taking off the used condom.

Because it’s what you do when you’ve just had sex.

Which was great, definitely, but what the hell am I supposed to do now?

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