He pulls back from the kiss and bites my bottom lip gently as he pushes into me so deep I cry out.
“You are no one's competition, do you understand me?” he growls as he grinds into me.
“Yea......yeah.”
“Say that shit out loud, El.”
I finally understood what this was about. My last comment to Mitch about competing with what Kiely and Andrew had. I didn’t think about the words when I said them. I was just stating what I thought was obvious. Andrew looked completely happy with Kiely, and he never looked that way with me. I’m guessing Mitch didn’t like that comment.
He pulls out of me and slowly pushes back in so deep my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“I’m no one's competition,” I hiss.
“You don’t ever fucking compete with her. You’re mine, Ella. All. Fucking. Mine.” With each word he slams into me.
I come so hard and so long, ineligible words and saliva fall from my lips. Mitch fucks through my orgasm until he crashesinto his own. He buries his head into my neck, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. His groan is so sensual that I almost come again. His hot seed bathes my walls and his ck pulses inside me.
Finally, he pulls out of me. Reaching to his left, he held his hand under the paper towel dispenser. Once a few sheets fall down, he rips them off. He hands the dry tissue to me before stepping back.
I quickly clean myself, trying to soak up the nut that is leaking out of me.
The sound of water running has me looking to my left. Mitch has his clothes pulled up, and he’s at the sink wetting more paper towels. He walks over to me and instead of handing the wet napkins to me; he wipes me gently from front to back. It’s all done without saying a word.
When he seems satisfied with his work, he tosses the napkin into the trash. I pull my underwear and pants back up. Turning to look at him, he pulled me into him for another kiss.
“You handled that situation well. I’m proud of you.” He drops a kiss on my forehead. “The old Ella would have shied away. Maybe even let that asshole get to her. I like this new Ella.” He winks at me.
I giggle and then immediately roll my eyes in my head because I’m acting like Kiely.
“Well, if you let my mama and the girls tell it, it’s because I’m getting good dick.”
I admire the smile that spreads across his face. “Are you getting good dick?”
Laughing, I spin on my heels and head for the door. “The best in the fucking world,” I call over my shoulder.
The sound of his laughter followed me out of the bathroom. I slip out and check my surroundings. Thankfully, no one is waiting to use it, and it seems my party is still inside the party room.
I quickly head to the regular bathroom and wash my hands and straighten my clothes before heading back into the party room. Mitch was there when I walked in. He looks me up and down and then winks at me before tuning back into whatever conversation he was having with my dad.
“Are you ready to open gifts?” I ask Cameron as if I wasn’t just missing for ten minutes.
“Yeah, and then can we go back out and jump?”
“Sure, kid,” I ruffled his hair before grabbing the first gift off the table and placing it in front of him.
The rest of the party went off without a hitch. That night, in my bed alone, I thought over the day. I replayed all the scenes with Andrew and seeing him with Kiely. The more I thought them over, the more I replayed their interactions, the less that twinge of pain hit me. In fact, I spent more time thinking about that moment in the bathroom with Mitch. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am healing.
Your Turn
Chapter Nineteen
Mitchell
The buzz of my phone woke me from my sleep. Groggily, I roll over onto my back. Even that little movement has me flinching. My head is killing me, my body aches, and I feel like I’ve been sapped of all my energy. I was sick.
Reaching for my ringing phone on the nightstand, I snatch it up, answer it, and place it to my ear.
“Hello?”
