Page 77 of Beneath the Surface

Tingles pulse inside of me like an electrical current, her hardened nipples brushing against my chest, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

My grip on her wrists relax, moving from where they were pinning her down and intertwining our fingers. I’m balls deep inside of her, hitting her cervix on every stroke, and still, it doesn’t feel like enough. I’m not sure it ever will with her.

Her eyes are slightly unfocused as my cock massages her insides, heat coiling at the base of my spine, welding our energies until they fuse together.

Pleasure races up and down my body, goose bumps covering my legs. I continue my deep thrusts into her body, grinding my pelvis against her clit on every forward motion, my stomach tensing every time her back arches as she fucks me back.

She’s so fucking perfect.

Her body stiffens, pussy molding around me, and I groan as sparks shoot through my middle. What looks like surprise flickers through her eyes, and she sucks in a gasp, turning her head away. I release one of her hands, moving to grip her jaw, bringing her gaze back.

“Look atmewhile you fall apart on my cock, baby.”

And she does, her body squeezing me so tightly it makes my balls tighten, the vein on the underside of my dick physically throbbing as my vision goes white, and I shoot my cum deep inside of her.

Holy shit.

I collapse on top of her body, my head resting in the crook of her neck, the wet strands of her hair tickling my nose. Her heart is racing under mine, our beats syncopated like we’re two harmonies of the same song, and I can’t remember sexeverbeing like this.

“I love you,” I mouth into her skin. My stomach clenches with the silence, but I don’t expect to hear her say it back. I just...needher to know.

Her breathing is low and deep. “I love you too,” she whispers.

My heart stutters before dropkicking me in the chest and beating double time, happiness suffusing every single cell.

She loves me.

And with those words I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I want to have a life with her.

I will never find another love like Lily. She’s myperson. My little bird. And I’ll do everything I can to help her find her song.

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A few hourslater and I’m back at the motel. Anticipation careens through me as I realize that once I clear the air and explain things to Lily, I’ll be able to give her everything. And in order to give hereverything, I need to make a plan.

First, I’ll call Don and explain what’s happening. I’m sure he’ll be pissed at the lost income, but he can get the fuck over it. Deep down, he only wants the best for me, and once he realizes there’s nothing he can do to change things, I think he’ll back down.

Then I need to come clean to Lily; tell her everything she doesn’t know, and introduce her to the real me.

Mason.

She has to understand. Shewillunderstand.

My mind is whirling, anxiety eating away at my insides as I try to envision the best possible outcome. I’m a planner. Someone who knows that in order to ensure success, you have to plot things out. Make sure there are no ways it can fail, and have backup plans just in case.

This… this has failure written all over it.

But I know I need to try.

Nerves jumble my stomach until I can’t focus, my legs bouncing underneath the desk. I grab the pack of Parliaments off the corner, not even trying to fight the urge, and head outside to light one up, allowing myself to sink into the relief of nicotine.

I lean against the side of the building, the brick scratching against my back. One of my legs rests behind me on the wall, the flick of the Zippo flaring in the darkness for a split second. But that’s all it takes to see the blacked-out Suburban in the lot.

My body freezes, the hairs on the back of my neck rising, warning me that something isoff. Slowly, I bring the flame to the end of the cigarette, and I inhale a drag, letting it settle in my lungs. My jaw tightens as the Suburban pulls from its spot and slowly makes its way to where I am. I push down the feeling of panic that’s swirling through my middle, taking another drag and flicking the ashes on the ground.

But I already know.

If I’m being honest with myself, I knew the moment Olivia’s voice scratched against my eardrums.

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