“Gonna come, Mae,” I say, still stroking my tongue through her pussy. “Gotta tell me where you want it.”
She scoops her hands under my thighs and pulls me deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck.” I gasp, and my toes curl as she works her tongue up and down my length.
I tilt my head, making room for my fingers to find her clit. Maevyn moans around me, the vibration making my legs shake.
When her legs squirm around my head, I pick up the pace. Her whole body practically dances over mine, but she doesn’t stop in her pursuit of claiming my release.
Her muffled cries only spur me on until I’m at the point of decimating her pretty pussy, ruining her so she only breaks for me. But I want to be the one who puts her back together, too.
Maevyn’s body starts jerking over mine, her nails scratch up and down my thighs, and then she’s wailing over me. Her release is the permission my body needs. For a second, my limbs lock up, my breath stalls, and time seems to freeze until blinding light explodes through my body and I feel myself spill into Maevyn’s warm mouth. Uncontrolled, I throw my head back into the pillow and shout out my relief.
My head pounds, and dots cross my vision. I’m somewhat aware of Maevyn rolling off me, then landing beside me on the bed.
“Holy shit,” she says, panting. “No wonder your ex wanted you back.”
I don’t know if I’m laughing because it’s funny or I’m still delirious from how intense that all was, but either way, I manage to push myself up to sitting. Maevyn lies on her back, bodyshining with sweat as she takes big breaths. My head flops to her stomach, looking up at her content face.
With a smile, she rolls onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, as she runs the other through my hair.
And that’s where I start to see more of the girl I’ve been hopelessly captivated by from the start. We talk and laugh for what feels like hours, until I drag us both off the bed and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals when I smack her arse, and I walk us into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
She lets me wash her body, then she washes mine. She lets me kiss her before I turn the water off and bundle her up in a towel. She lets me toss her pyjamas aside when she attempts to get dressed again.
And when she rolls onto her side, with a whispered goodnight, she lets me wrap my arms around her and tug her close so her back settles against my chest. She lets me hold her as I fall… asleep.
26
This bed is amazing. I feel like I’m sleeping inside a toasted marshmallow. It’s warm, and soft, and—
“Morning.”
My body jerks awake in a panic, my hand clutched to my chest as I scramble out of bed.
“Whoa! Whoa! It’s just me.” I spin around, seeing a confused—and naked—Westley kneeling on the bed, hands held up in surrender.
“Fuck!” I gasp. A cool sweat washes over my body as I try to calm down.
Westley reaches out a hand. “You okay?”
“Sorry. I’m not used to having another person next to me in bed… behind me.”
His brows pinch. I can see a thousand questions written all over his face. “Did I make you uncomfortable sharing the bed last night?”
I take a deep breath, then come back to the bed, leaning against the headboard. I love that that’s something he’s worried about. He cares how the people around him feel. He’s the kind of person who would put himself out in favour of others.
“No.” I shake my head. “I liked falling asleep with you. I just forgot where I was for a second.”
Whilst I’ve been able to replace memories of my less-than-peaceful upbringing with better things over the years, that fear is never entirely forgotten. Seedy guys my dad wouldcallfriends,looking at me like I was just another thing they could taint and ruin. Teasing comments to test the waters on how far they could go before my parents would tell them to get lost. Not that it stopped them from inviting them over again and again. It was all just words until I turned sixteen. That was the first and last time one of them tried to take advantage. Thankfully, I woke up before the guy’s hand got under my clothing, and he was too high to have any kind of strength to fight back.
I had started working nightfill at one of the local grocers a few months before, saving money so I could get out of my parents’ house. One of the managers also practised martial arts, and I asked him to teach me some self-defence moves. Three times a week, we’d use our meal breaks to spar.
When the time came for me to flee my old life, I made Royal promise he’d pass on a note, thanking the guy for taking that time with me, and hoping he knew how much of a difference it made. A few years ago, Royal told me the guy started volunteering at local studios to offer free self-defence classes to women.
Westley reaches a tentative hand out, brushing his finger against mine.
“You’re sure?”
