Page 48 of Indigo

“Missed you,” I whine into his neck, sounding like a needy girlfriend. It’s not as though I didn’t see him this morning, but honestly, I did miss him, so the words aren’t completely alcohol induced.

“Mmmm,” he hums, quickly pecking me on the lips. “Missed you, Blue.”

I’m disappointed by the PG-rated kiss, my tipsy self craving a panty-melting, orgasm-inducing make-out session, but I soon realise that he’s sober, and my mother is sitting on the couch to our right.

Good call, Pax. Good call.

“We thought we’d come and crash the party, if it’s okay with you ladies, that is?” Jagger says from behind the couch.

He leans down and places a kiss on my mum’s cheek and she grins up at him in the same maternal way she does me when she sees me.

Jagger and Mum are nowhere near as close as Pax and her. I assume, because growing up, Jagger looked up to Pax, and he looked up to the woman who treated him like her son.

Nevertheless, they still love each other like family.

“The more the merrier, my boys. Come on in. Margaritas are in the kitchen. Better drink up, it’s your turn to sing next, Pax. I damn well know you can recite these lyrics by heart, just as well as the girls can.”

I throw my head back and laugh, Pax still holding me up as I cling to him.

She’s not wrong. I made him watch it with us that many times as a kid, the poor thing.

“Let’s do it,” Matt cheers from the kitchen doorway, cocktail shaker in hand. “I’m making martinis.”

Pax sighs, as we all cheer at Matt’s words, and places me back on the ground.

He stretches his neck from one side to the other, and I watch him carefully, trying to gauge his next move, and then I see the humour in his eyes as he looks down at me. “Alright, get me a drink. I’m going to need it if you’re expecting me to do the dance moves as well.”

“Oh my God, I’d forgotten the dance, Indie!” Paisley screams from the coffee table, clearly not comprehending just how loud her voice is at this moment.

As Matt passes us all another drink and we start the movie over, the only thought going through my head is,thank God I have Tuesdays off.

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PAXTON

“DON'T STOP. FUCK, DON'T STOP.”

“Holy shit,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut as Indie trembles in my arms, her body spasming from her orgasm, and trying to rip mine from me. “Indie, Jesus, baby. How are you this fucking tight?” I hiss out as I move my hand from her clit and grip her hip, pulling her back into me as I thrust forward, both of us lying on our sides.

As she raises her hands and reaches backwards to the base of my neck and tangles her fingers in the now sweaty strands of my hair and tugs, the sensation sends me over the edge.

“Fuck yeah,” I moan, burying my face into her neck, my cock jerking inside of her as her pussy clamps around me, trying to keep me in place. I pant against her slick skin, trying to get my heart to beat in a normal rhythm, as the waves of pleasure roll through my body, leaving me a limp mess behind her.

“Mmmm,” she hums happily, turning her head so that her cheek hits my nose. “Good morning.”

I huff out a laugh, pulling out of her slowly, hating to leave her body but knowing I need to take care of the condom. “Morning, Blue.”

Waking up to the sound of birds chirping softly from outside the window, with a still sleeping Indie on my chest felt unreal, as it does every morning. The past two weeks have been beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Staying over after ‘Mulan Margarita Monday’, as we refer to it, led to me sleeping tangled up beneath the sheets with my girl every night since. I’m a little obsessed, but really, that’s not new. The feeling has just evolved from wanting to be around her all the time to wanting to beinsideher all the time.

I kiss her cheek and linger for a moment, taking in her scent. The mix of her shampoo and the light sheen of sweat coating her skin makes my softening dick spring back to life.

I reach between us and remove the condom, tying it up and tossing it into the small bin on my side of the bed, and lay back down to reach for her.

“Uh-uh,” she teases, sitting herself up and scooching away from me. “We need to get up.”

Dramatically, I throw myself back on the pillow, my forearm across my eyes. She laughs, the most beautiful fucking laugh, and leans in, placing a soft kiss on my left pec before attempting to get up.

“No,” I protest, grabbing her as she tries to stand.

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