“Jump up,” I growled as my hands went around to cup her ass. She jumped, and as I held her up, her legs wrappedaround my waist, and I slammed her back against the wall behind us.
I wasted no time reaching between us and aligning myself with her core, sliding deep exactly like she’d asked me to. One hand holding her up and the other against the wall by her head, I set a pace that could be construed as angry, but I was anything but. I’d never felt a need like this, and I could feel her eyes on me the harder I drove into her.
She panted words of pleasure and my fucking middle name over and over again until I thought I was going to explode.
“Tell me it’s all off the table. All the rules. Tell me. Now.” I was panting, whispering, grunting, growling. Words falling from my lips in a voice that didn’t feel like my own.
“No rules,” she replied without a moment’s hesitation.
I knew she had no idea what I was asking—how could she? This was her one rule, and she said no rules. Maybe she did know. I didn’t know though, but it was a chance I was willing to take to feel her entirely.
I pressed her tight against the wall, both hands back on her ass, holding her up as her legs pulled me in tighter, and without another moment’s thought, my lips were on hers.
She tasted of rum and cinnamon and everything I never wanted to be without.
But she kissed me back. There was no hesitation.
Her lips parted for me, our tongues dancing in a way that felt dirty and romantic all at once. All the while, her cunt squeezed around me, and I could feel her getting closer and closer, but as I sank my teeth into her bottom lip, she gasped and was coming around my cock in pure perfection.
My hips stuttered their momentum as my orgasm hit me like a blinding train, leaving me a panting mess as I held her against the wall, the rest of the world coming back intofocus. The hot water running behind us, the red light leaving a faint glow across the rest of the tile, the rest of the world outside that door.
“That was,” she began.
“I know,” I finished.
I lowered her to the ground, my cock slipping out of her as her feet touched the floor beneath us. Her hand came up and cupped my cheek again.
“I’m not mad about it,” she whispered.
I felt myself nodding as I backed up so she could get herself clean again. We toweled off in silence, my head and heart racing at equal value.
It wasn’t long before we were both cleaned and changed into comfier clothes. My heart finally calming slightly as we slid our masks back on and walked to the parking lot. But, as I watched her drive away, I found myself vowing that soon I wouldn’t have to watch her leave. I’d just take her to our bed.
16
COULDN’T BE MORE
Ember
Since last Fridayafter our evening at Silk and Spice, the next week flew by. Drew had to reschedule our Friday meet-up because of a work thing that popped up, and I’d rolled my eyes when I’d first read it, only to remind myself that we weren’t even friends. We met up, fucked, and parted ways. Sure, the moment in the shower was a bit intense, and yes, so we kissed. But the most we communicated was the occasional exchange of jabs during our planning. It was truly nothing—especially not something to get bent out of shape on when plans didn’t pan out.
Right?Right.
We kissed one time.Nothing monumental.
Did we have absolutely phenomenal and mind-blowing sex? Yes. Did I feel more at ease when I was in his arms?Possibly, but did that mean anything at the end of the day? Nope.
It was just a kiss.
I’d been texting back and forth with Aspen and Ivy more, making plans to have a girls’ night soon. It was hard though, when my only night off I spent with him, and all the rest of my time was spent working or trying to catch up on sleep from our escapades. It didn’t leave much time for socializing.
I also hadn’t heard from Wyatt since he stopped by the bakery, and I still hadn’t opened the folder he’d given me. I knew I was being irresponsible right now. If it was truly my father trying to ruin my life, literally, I should grow some balls and confront him. But did I? No. I was being a giant baby about this entire thing and doing my utmost to just ignore it. As if that would help make it go away.
Forcing out a long breath, I sank back into child’s pose. Stretched out on my yoga mat—when I was supposed to be over at Aspen’s in the next thirty minutes—I was fighting off a wave of nausea and extreme nerves. I’d thought maybe a quick yoga flow would help calm said nerves, but so far, it was just making me feel ridiculous for even having these feelings.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone out with friends. It hadn’t happened as an adult, that was for sure. I’d had one friend throughout school, but my one and only boyfriend had seen to destroy that friendship from the inside out while she stood giddy at his side. Finding other women to trust had been hard ever since, so I just hadn’t made the effort. Instead, I’d focused on getting good grades, saving up money, and making business plans that no one believed in except Grandpa.
But Aspen and Ivy were sweet. We weren’t braiding each other’s hair or having pillow fights, but I could see us goingdancing together or maybe to a yoga class. Simple things that I imagined adult women did together in their free time.
