Page 28 of The P Arrangement

With a little reluctance, I released her little nub and withdrew my mouth. I blew on it again, grinning when she flinched, and then I threw the sheet off my head.

My smile immediately slid off my face as I stared down at Delaney’s pussy.

I did a quick check of her face to see if she was watching me, but her eyes were still closed as she lay there, sated. I went back to studying the sight before me.

My sheets were navy blue, and while I’d been eating her out, the sun had risen farther in the sky. When I’d put myself between her thighs, I’d been able to make out shapes, but now, I could see more than the outline of objects.

And right before me, resting on Delaney’s clit, was the piercing I’d had made especially for her.

I had always liked what the North Star symbolized—inspiration, hope, guidance—so much so that I always wore a necklace under my clothes and only took it off to sleep and shower.

When we’d gotten Delaney’s hood pierced, we’d gone with a green piercing to symbolize my May birthday. But since I’d put her name on my side with pride, I’d wanted something more than just a piercing anyone could buy. So, I’d had one specially made with the North Star on it. Not only to symbolize inspiration, hope, and guidance in our relationship, but to also show that this fucking pussy was mine.

I’d thought for sure she would change it out after our divorce. I’d gone with her to the tattoo shop before, and it’d taken literally less than ten minutes for the piercer to switch it out.

Actually, until Friday night, I had been sure she’d taken it out completely since her piercing had represented our relationship.

But I was wrong on both counts because the curved barbell I’d had made for her lay inches from my face and was still attached to Delaney’s body.

“Delaney?”

“Hmm?” she sighed with contentment and opened her eyes. She smiled down at me. “Yeah?”

“You’re still wearing the jewelry I got just for you. My North Star.”

Eyes rounding as her smile died, she scrambled to sit up, pushing me away. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

That was what she had said the other night, but that was bullshit.

I frowned and rolled onto my elbows. “The fuck it doesn’t.”

Shoving out of bed to dart around the room, she stopped when she found her dress. “I think I hear Pax. I’m going to go to him before he catches me in your bed again. I don’t want to confuse him any more than we probably already have.”

She unlocked the door and ran out before I could say anything else to her. I flopped onto the mattress and checked the baby monitor to see that Paxton was still asleep. He was, and seconds later, Delaney climbed into bed with him.

Rubbing the area over my ribs where I’d gotten her name tattooed on my skin, I knew her words were a lie.

A slow smile curled on my lips.

Her pussy was still fucking mine.

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DELANEY

As I snuggled up to Paxton, I was second-guessing getting into this little arrangement with Preston. On the surface, it sounded great. We already knew each other, and I knew he was a good person. We’d already slept with each other, so it wasn’t awkward or anything. He knew all my sexual buttons, and it was incredibly nice to not have to train someone new to know my body.

Unfortunately, I had a feeling that no matter how hard I tried to keep my heart from getting broken again, I was doomed to fail.

TWELVE

DELANEY

Thursday,I kept Paxton home with me in the morning. I wanted to give my sister a break since she was going to have him until Sunday when Preston and I got home and because I was going to miss him. Going to an entirely different state was different than having him stay with his father for the weekend. There was something reassuring about knowing he was only staying fifteen minutes away from me even if I didn’t see him.

I had just finished packing, and Paxton was helping—in the loosest sense of the word. I was carrying my things downstairs when the doorbell rang.

I frowned and looked at him. “Are you expecting anyone?”

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