“Not much.” Turning, I look at him, and he nods. “When I woke up, I thought I’d just dreamed it. Cause you were gone.”
“Sorry.” I grimace as I say it. “I panicked.”
“I can imagine. It wasn’t until I got up and found your panties underneath me I realized it wasn’t a dream.” He whispers, leaning into me and feeling his hand skim the waistband of my shorts.
“I thought you said I was still recovering.”
“I did.” He nods. “Meaning I won’t let you swallow my cock, not that I can’t make love to you.”
“Gross.” I laugh.
“Shut up, you love it.”
“I do.” I grin. “But you don’t have to fuck my throat.”
Groaning out he shakes his head as he continues to look at me. “I know I don’t have to, but I also know you.”
“Shut up, you love it.” I copy him, making him laugh again.
“Damn right I do.” He nods his head and pops the button on my shorts simultaneously, letting them fall down to the ground.
His hand skims up my thighs, sliding between at my apex, and his fingers graze my clit.
“Oh, God.” I gasp out, licking my lips and looking up at him. His eyes reflecting the same hunger I feel. “I need to feel you.”
My demand ignites the flame that’s lingering just beyond both of us for the last few days as we pull and each other’s clothing, causing them to pile up on the ground. And Eli helps me carefully remove my arm from the sling,
I’m in the air, my legs wrapping around his waist as he guides me down the hallway and into his bedroom, placing me on the bed.
He pauses for a moment as he looks down at me as if he’s taking every ounce of me in.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” He whispers, a smirk lining his lips as he knows it’s the same thing he said to me before the first time we slept together. Reaching over to the side table and opening the drawer, pulling the foil packet out. As he goes to rip it open, he pauses and looks at me. I read the confusion on his face for a moment before he looks at me.
Slowly, I shake my headno.
His face breaks out into a wide smile as he tosses it to the side, leaning into me, finding my mouth as I feel his cock pressing inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp out.
We move as one. Even with the months we’ve been a part we’ve never forgotten the other’s body.
* * *
Walking into the gym, the MC stands around.
Tate nods to me as she walks over, hugging us and handing me a drink.
“Everyone’s staring at us,” Eli tells me.
“No, they’re not.”
“No, actually, theyare.” Tate nods as she looks around the room as well. “Why are you so late?”
“Got held up doing something.” I try not to let the smirk come across my face, but it still does.
“Hate that.” Zeke shouts as he walks over. “Are you ready to do this?”
“What?” I ask.
