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“I won’t make you prove that point,” she says. “You need your rest after all, Dr. McGorg.”
I hold onto her hips as she lifts up and sinks onto me. “Dr. McGorg?” I wheeze out. “Because I’m always engorged around you?”
She sputters out a laugh and then bites her lip when I press my fingers against her sweet spot. When she catches her breath, she shakes her head. “No, because you’re so gorgeous.”
I pick up the pace with my fingers and she moans, swiveling her hips on me.
“Areyou always engorged around me?” she finally bites out.
“Yes.”
She starts to laugh again, but it hitches in her throat. “Mmm, Wyatt…”
“Yes?”
“How do you know how to make me feel so good?” she asks.
I sit up, her tits brushing against my chest, and my fingers don’t stop against her. I live for every gasp and moan that comes out of her mouth. I lean into her ear. “Your pussy is telling me everything I need to know…that and your sweet sounds.”
She clutches my neck. “The things you say. You’re making me so—”
“So what?” I ask, my fingers never slowing.
“So greedy for everything with you,” she says, her voice catching at the end.
My fingers falter then, but she’s already falling apart, her hips bucking, her insides spasming around me in the sweetest death grip. I kiss her hard, trying to swallow every gasp, every cry, as I crash over the edge with her.
When we finally slow, our bodies slick and hearts pounding hard, I push her hair back and look her in the eyes.
“You already have everything with me if you want it, Marlow. I’m handing you my heart freely. It’s yours for the taking.”
She stares at me without saying anything for a long time, so long that I start to get nervous. Her lips are puffy, her hair wild and messy, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
Finally, she smiles shyly and leans up to kiss me softly before lifting off of me. We both flinch at the loss, but she goes to the bathroom and I throw the condom away in the bedroom’s garbage. I’m walking toward the bed when she steps out of the bathroom and moves past me, picking up her panties and bra.
When she moves toward the door to the living room, I follow her.
“Hey, what’s happening?” I ask, watching her put on her bra and then panties, my foggy sex brain slow to catch up when she looks so fuckable.
“I should get back to the room,” she says. “This is supposed to be a bachelorette party, not me disappearing for hours to hook up with a groomsman.”
Ouch. But no, I’m not going to take offense at that. She’s clearly having a momentary freak-out. It’ll pass. It has to.
“Hey, if I said too much, I’m sorry. I just—I want you to know where you stand with me. I can pull back on that though if you’re not ready. Come to bed. I’ll let you sleep, I promise.”
“I should get back,” she says, picking up her dress and stepping into it.
Her slipping away right in front of me is such a helpless feeling.
“They know we’re together,” I tell her, “and I’m sure they’re either sleeping by now or still at the tables.”
She takes a deep breath and slides into her heels.
“I’ll never forget the way you made me feel, Wyatt. No one hasever—” She pauses and reaches out to touch my face, her eyes shiny in the moonlight. “But Ijustgot divorced. We’re in Vegas. It was fun.Sofun,” she adds.
I put my hand on her hip and lean my forehead against hers. She stands there for a second before pulling away again.
“I can’t just jump right into something else the second I’m free. I have to be smarter than that for Dakota’s sake.”
