He rolls off me a second later, exhausted and spent. In sync we pant and slow smiles spread acrossourfaces.
11
Having her beneath me, like a prize that I’ve won in some masochistic game, gets me hard all over again, and there’s a hunger in her eyes that speaks more than words ever could. Shedesiresmeand pushes me back, her soft hands pressed into my hips as she puts her mouth to work.
She’s got talent, I know that for sure. Her tongue is magic, the way it flickers over the head and around. For a woman prone to laziness on her days off, she’s not showing the same lethargy now. By the time I’ve come, my own hipsarebucking up against her, and I’m almost driven insane by the need to explode.
“Fuck.”
She grins, smug and coy, pleased with herself. And so she should be. No woman has ever made me feel the way she’s made me feel. Tonight, the last few weeks, since the day I met her. She’s been perfect, and I wish I could tell her that, but there’s nothing for me to say. I lack the words needed to express properly how she’s made me feel.
Suddenly, her weight is on me, pressing down against my bare chest. Her nipples are hard, pressing into mypecs, and her face is warm where it settles into my neck.
“You doing alright, darlin’?” I ask.
“Great,” she mumbles.
“Want to shower?”
“I dunno. Do you want to come with me?”
The shower is great, but almost purely functional. She lathers me up, and I her, and we kiss under the water, but we’re both exhausted. The day has been long, with so many unexpected twists and turns. Her sister showing up, the meet-and-greet, the truth about her apartment being revealed, and then whatever emotions she must be experiencing when she thinks about that dickwad of a boyfriend.
And then, you know, the sex. That was awesome.
When we collapse into the bed, dried and smelling like roses, we both fall asleep instantly.
****
“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”
“G’way.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful when you’re pouting?”
A piercing blue eye peaks out from the pillow.
“No, but they probably should start saying it more often.”
I kiss her on the nose, not even ashamed of how much like a Disney movie that move was, and float into the kitchen, high on my life now, and still humming from last night.
I can’t believe I think I’m in love.
I never could have seen this day coming. Not from a mile off. I’d hoped, of course. Prayed, even, that I would find someone special, but it’s a tall order for a boywhosemom didn’t even love him long enough to stick around. When heseesthe purest form of love, that shared between a parent and their child, severed, it’s hard to hope for more. It’s hard to believe something else could exist, because in doing so, you’re admitting that you were never enough.
Fuckmyegg donor. Fuck the trauma and trouble she left behind. Fuck the nights where I had to listen to Jax cry and didn’t know enough about my own emotions to offer words of comfort when he needed them.
“So, I guess that’s the look Dani was talking about.”
Bri appears from nowhere, looking rumbledand sleep-worn, but concerned. It’s too early in the morning for this.
“Hey, babe. How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead. Now, what’s wrong?”
“Who said anything was wrong?”
Bri smiles. It’s a sad, weary thing that brings none of the light to her eyes, and I hold strong against it. I’m not going to cry to her cause my mommy didn’t love me. I grew up. I learned to expect less. I hardened myself against the world. She knows that as well as anyone else.