Page 45 of Spreading Her Wings

I relaxed and sighed, resting against the counter. “They symbolize hope, change, and new beginnings.” I paused. “They also tend to represent the soul and memories.” The familiar tightening in my throat made it difficult to choke out the last of the words.

“Woah, woah. What’s wrong?” He cradled my face, pulling my gaze to meet his.

I took a deep breath. “My aunt is pretty sick. She has been for a while. I think a lot about what it’s going to be like to lose her, and I’m scared it’ll happen when I’m not around. That’s why I bought a house so close to hers. This way, I’m alwaysright hereif she needs me.”

Auston wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to his chest and running his hands through my hair. “Babe, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Why would you?” I looked at him, the tears I was trying to hold back suddenly starting to run down my cheeks.

His fingers were gentle when he brushed the hair out of my face, cradling the back of my head. “I know nothing I say is going to comfort the fear of losing her, but I’m going to be right here the day you do. You know that, right?”

His hazel eyes were serious, full of promise I’d never expected to see there before I agreed to be his fake girlfriend. I nodded, unable to come up with the words I desperately needed to find.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes, of course.”

Auston’s lips were soft when he kissed me. The way he caressed his tongue against mine made me whimper, choking back another wave of tears. I felt vulnerable, like the walls I had been building up every time I was around him for over a decade had finally crumbled.

“It means everything to me that you trust me.” He said one thing, but it carried more meaning.

I sighed, pulling him back until his lips hovered just above mine. “I thinkyoumean everything to me. You might be the best man I’ve ever met, Auston.”

His name hadn’t completely left my lips when he was scooping me into his arms. He set me on the counter, settling between my legs and pulling my face back to his, devouring my mouth with his. “Say it again.”

“You’re an amazing man.” I kissed his face. “And I’m really lucky you’re mine.”

He growled, locking his fingers in my hair. “I love when you say that.”

“That I’m lucky?” I giggled.

“That I’myours.” His voice was deep, almost throaty, and he nuzzled into my neck, inhaling. When he pulled his face back, he ran his hand down my left arm until he weaved his fingers with mine. He twisted my ring back and forth. “For the record, you’reminetoo.”

I slid forward on the counter. “Show me?”

“You want me to show you that you’re mine?” He slammed his hands against the countertop on either side of me, and I jumped. A wet heat rushed to the apex between my legs. “You want me toclaimyou, kitten?”

I bit down on my lip until I thought I tasted blood, nodding. “Please,” I whispered.

“I’d fuckingloveto.”

Auston grabbed the soft spot behind my knees, tugging me to the edge of the counter. Hooking the button on my jeans, he pulled them open. His eyes darkened, and when he pulled the pants from my hips, he was rough.

When my panties and jeans hit the ground, he turned his attention to me. The gentle touch of his finger along my pussy was a direct contrast to the intense fire that burned in his stare, and goosebumps rose on my skin.

“Such a needy, wet little thing you are, hmm?” My throat went dry, and I gaped at him. “You don’t need to say anything. I’m going to take good care of you.” He ran his tongue slowly along my lips before sinking it into my mouth and kissing me until my body was like jelly against him.

He worked at his own belt, tugging his pants below his hips and letting them drop before stepping out of them. His erection stood out in front of him, and I chewed at the inside of my cheek. He lifted his hand, cupping it below my chin. “Spit.”

Even though every part of me would normally scream against doing something so demeaning, I pursed my lips and droppeda glob of spit into his hand. He moved his hand to his cock, running the spit from base to tip and leaving a glistening shine behind it. I reached my hand out, wanting to run my fingers over his piercings and feel the way his cock would pulse in my hand.

He slapped my hand. “Who is claiming who? Hands behind your head and don’t move them.” I raised my hands and locked them behind my head. I rolled my shoulders back and it pushed my chest forward, pulling a growl from Auston’s chest. “Fucking perfect, and fuckingmine.”

Auston ran his hand in even strokes over his cock, letting out a small grunt when he curled over the head, collecting his precum and dragging it back down his shaft. Stepping forward, he ran the pierced head along my slit, pushing it against my clit. My breathing hitched when he circled my clit again before plunging into me.

“Fuck!” I twitched with the urge to wrap my arms around his neck, but I clamped my hands together tighter. Would my fingers leave bruises on the others? I felt like I gripped them tight enough that they would. They already started to feel tender, but I squeezed, biting back a whine.

“Who’s in charge tonight?” He grunted against my neck as he pumped slowly. His cock stretched my pussy, and the metal bars pressed against my most sensitive spots, causing my legs to quiver.

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