“Shit.” I bite out the curse. “Condoms are in the bedside drawer.”
Her eyes widen as she realizes what almost happened.
“Right.” She shifts back on my legs, allowing me to lean over and grab a foil packet from the drawer. I open it and expertly roll it over my piercing. Once it’s in place, I slowly drag my gaze back up to her face.
“You know I’d never do anything that would put you at risk, right? This is just an added precaution because…”
“Because this is just a fling between friends.” She nods. “And flings use condoms. I get it. Thanks for remembering.”
We stare at each other for a beat. That’s not exactly how I would have put it, but yeah, she’s not wrong. We’re having a fling. And it would be stupid not to be safe.
Iz moves back into position, bracing her hands on my waist. This time, I take hold of my cock, holding the condom in place as she lines her hips up.
With my free hand, I rake her hair away from her face and draw her down for a kiss. “Go slow, baby. Feel everything.”
She does just that. Lowering her hot body over me agonizingly slow.
Her low moan as my piercing brushes against her inner walls has me smiling triumphantly. But that smile fades as my dick is enveloped in her tight, wet pussy.
“Ah fuck,” I groan once she’s fully seated. She’s panting, her head falling forward. “Iz. Fuck.”
She doesn’t say anything. Just slowly starts to rock back and forth, rubbing my piercing all over the inside of her pussy.
“Yes, baby. Use it. Use me.” I grunt when she lifts herself up, now staring down at me with pure fire burning in her eyes. She slams back down and we both cry out. It’s punishment and pleasure. Pain and perfection. It’s eight years of missing each other, of regret and acceptance, all rolled into one moment.
It’s fucking everything and I’m overwhelmed. Lost. Drowning in a sea of Isabelle. Fuck. She still owns me, no matter how hard I’ve tried to move on.
I need to regain control before she consumes me.
I lift her off me and flip us over, dragging her body onto her hands and knees. Then I slam back into her, staring down at her ass, her back, her long blonde hair that falls over her face.
This is better. If I can’t see her face, so familiar and so perfect, I can pretend she’s a fling. A friend I fuck. Whatever the hell we are. It’s easier to remember she’s leaving again, and this is just two grown-ass adults having some fun together.
I slam into her again and again, letting her cries of pleasure push everything else out of my head.
And when I feel her body start to pulse, her pussy squeezing my dick tighter and tighter, I let my hand fall to her ass in a light slap. “Give it to me, Iz. All of it. C’mon baby.”
She screams out my name, and I roar hers, as we both fall into a deep, long, intense orgasm.
Giving into the temptation to be with Isabelle again was either the best or worst choice I’ve ever made. I just wish I knew how to tell which it will be.
Chapter eighteen
Isabelle
“Hey Belles,” Mom chirps as I walk into the kitchen. I give her a sleepy smile as I beeline for the coffee maker.
“Morning.”
She sips from her own mug as I doctor mine, then turn to lean against the counter as I inhale that perfectly delicious aroma.
“I was thinking we could hang out this morning if you want?” she asks, and it’s then I realize she’s not dressed for work like she usually would be at this time. “I didn’t have any meetings booked, so I decided to take a half day. I know you’re going to Piatti to cook with Gianni this afternoon, but maybe we could go for a hike?” She sounds hopeful.
I nod quickly. “I’d like that.” And it’s the truth. I have been wanting to get out and explore some more. The coastal mountains are so close, and so beautiful, and I know there are some amazing trails. I had planned to go for a swim today, but a hike with my mom is even better. After all, spending time withher is the main reason I decided to stay in Vancouver all this time.
Kai and the team went away for a long series in the Midwest two days after our night together. I’m trying not to think about how much I miss him. Spending a morning with my mom, and an afternoon in the kitchen with Paul and Gianni, is the perfect distraction.
Piatti is closed on Sundays, and we have a plan to swap recipes. Gianni wants to teach me how to make pasta e patate, and he practically begged me to show him my version of risotto alla milanese.
