A rumbly laugh escapes me. “Now that you put it that way, I guess so.” The urge of fucking the wordbuddyout of her mouth is strong, but she’s right. That’s all we can be.
She traces the back of her fingers down my face until she reaches my neck. “Well then, if that’s the case, thenI—”She drags the word out, teasing me. “Would like for you to fill me all the way up with your cum.”
My eyes snap wide open. She never ceases to surprise me.
“You know, since it’s whatever I want and all.”
I pick her up, pushing her against the wall, my cock still buried inside her, and she squeals, smiling and biting her lower lip. I hold her small face in my hands, reveling in the way she feelsagainst them, fragile and precious, demanding to be protected. Cared for. By me.
I crash my lips to hers and drive in deeper. She tries to kiss me back, but she can’t, not when her mouth is stuck letting breathy sounds out. I bring my hand between us, pressing against her clit as she bounces on my cock.
I drive in and out, faster and faster, my balls filling up as she whispers, “You’re gonna make me come again.”
I drop my forehead to hers, not slowing my pace. “I’m right there with you. Come for me, Firefly. Let’s burn together.”
She explodes, and it’s all it takes for me to do the same—bodies slick with sweat and paint as her pussy milks my bare cock, both of us burning high and hot until there’s nothing else to do but to let it rise.
She wraps her hands around my neck, searching my eyes again, and when she finds them, she holds my gaze. “This was—” She doesn’t finish her sentence, unable to continue her train of thought, though she doesn’t have to.
I know it all too well too. “I know,” I say, dropping a kiss on her lips. “Perfect, just like you.”
I walk us out of this room, keeping her wrapped around me like a little piece of Velcro, which makes her chuckle. “You know I can walk, right?”
I hum. “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. We made a mess, and I’m gonna clean you up.”
She drops her head on my shoulder, letting out a deep breath, kissing my neck and whispering, “I think I’m going to skip my run. This was workout enough.”
26COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE
Riley
The most interestingthing to me about this whole fuck buddies situationship with Dom is that I don’t even have his phone number. I actually don’t know that it’s a fuck buddies situationship. Maybe it was for like two days, and now I’m out of his system, and he can go find a more collected woman.
A more mature one.
One who wouldn’t be falling in love with this man after a few weeks. Or worse, already in love.
I’m in so much trouble.
I get out of my Jeep and head to the market to drop off more eggs and honey. Lilly has given me this task as my responsibility, and I love it. It’s such a small task in the grand scheme of things, but it makes me feel valuable, like I’m not disposable, like I’m actually useful.
Wanted.
Needed.
I pull the door open with my foot, struggling to see past the tower of egg cartons I’m holding. “Hiii, Ms. Debbie!” I shout,walking up to the counter and placing the eggs on it. Except it’s not Ms. Debbie behind it—it’s black and white hair, split in the middle, pulled back in a loose braid with eyes that mimic the sky on a sad, stormy day. “Saylor.”
Her eyes snap open wide. “I heard rumors you were back, but I refused to believe them, considering I haven’t heard a peep fromyouabout it.”
I’m taken aback by her words, Saylor was always shy and kind of struggled to speak her mind, but I guess maturing made her blunt and to the point, because she’s right. The Riley of almost four years ago, the one who left without saying a word, the one who didn’t look back when her best friend asked her to stay, and the one who avoided every single uncomfortable situation wants to flee the scene. She wants to tell Saylor she’s been busy and there was no ill intent.
But this Riley, today’s Riley, the one who wants to do better,bebetter, knows if I want to repair this relationship, I need to be upfront with my feelings. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Life happens, right?” The venom in her words is thick, and I don’t blame her. I can’t. Those are the exact same words I told her so many years ago.Life happens.
“No, I mean it. For everything.”
“Riley, now is not the time,” she says, turning around and pretending she’s organizing things on the shelf.
