Page 66 of Retribution

Indie is standing next to the kitchen sink. Is she washing my dishes? She hasn’t noticed that I’m here.

I softly make my way over to her as she hums a song to herself, bobbing her head slightly. Gently moving her hair away from her neck, I expose the section of velvety skin as her body jolts, the same time as my finger makes contact with her.

“Jesus, Reed, you scared me.” She blurts, her hand leaving the water to go to her chest.

“Shh,” I whisper.

I part my lips, placing them to the side of her neck with such trepidation I can’t be quite sure if they made contact. She’s stopped washing the dishes, her hands going limp in the sink, her entire body tensed.

“I’ve missed the smell of your skin,” I sigh.

I inhale deeply as she rolls her neck to the side, allowing me to get closer.

“I’ve missed the feeling of your touch,” I say, planting a tender kiss on her shoulder.

Her chest rises and falls quickly.

“I’ve missed the sight of your angelic body,” I continue, planting more kisses further up her neck, feeling a pulse beating hard beneath my lips.

“I’ve missed the sound of your provocative moans,” I tease, and she gulps as I nibble at her earlobe, switching to kissing.

“And most of all, I’ve missed the taste of your luscious pussy.”

I spin her around and her hands fall to my chest as she looks up at me through her lashes. Her eyes are glazed over, and lips parted as her breaths fan over my face.

I place my finger underneath her chin, lifting her jaw as her eyes dart between each of mine, not knowing which one to focus on as I near her.

Licking my lips, I draw her attention to them. She is barely making a sound, but I can clearly feel her nipples against my chest, revealing the truth of her desires. My lips near hers and she begins to close her eyes before popping them wide open again.

“Wait,” she pants.

I pull back, almost offended. I lift an eyebrow, suspicion written across my face.

“I didn’t just come here for Willow tonight,” she begins.

“I came here to take you up on your offer.” Her voice is timid.

I pause, processing her words. I blink a few times, trying to comprehend it.

“You’re… you’re going to help me?” My words are full of hope and desperation, praying that I didn’t hear her wrong.

She nods, biting her lip.

A second passes between us before I dart forward, crashing my lips against hers. Her arms wrap around my neck as I part her lips with my tongue, fighting for entry. I run my fingers up her back and through her hair as our tongues dance together, teasing, and playful but filled with passion.

I can’t believe she’s agreed to help me.

I pull away from her, breathless; her panting breath, matching the rhythm of mine.

“Wait, are you sure?” I ask her in pure disbelief.

“Yes, Reed. I’m sure.” She confirms.

That’s all I needed.

I pull her back to me and wrap my arms around her, hugging her ridiculously tight. She returns the embrace and I feel like balance has finally been restored. Willow will stay with me, with us.

I grasp her face in between my hands, squishing her cheeks slightly causing her lips to pucker. I peck her once before remembering.

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