Page 84 of Blue Jean Summer

I started to say yes, then hesitated. We were monogamous. Neither of us was going to see other people while we were faking it. We were about as committed as committed could be.

“I don’t want one if you don’t.”

Hayes arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I’ll go get one. Just say the word.”

“I’m sure,” I said as I tugged on the waist of his boxers. I was lust-drunk, and the rings on my finger were the toxin, slowly creeping through my veins until I was completely inebriated.

Hayes shucked off his boxers and hooked my knee around his hip. The nudge of his cock against my slick pussy had fireworks exploding inside me.

“Eyes on me, Cath. Right here,” he said before pressing a kiss right over my heart. Hayes groaned as he slowly slid inside me. He let out a sharp breath when he was fully sheathed. “Fuck,” he rasped.

I tried to breathe, but each inhale was few and far between.

“You okay?”

I nodded.

Hayes shook his head. “Not good enough. I need you to talk to me, sweetheart. Use your words.”

“I’m okay,” I said as my body began to relax around him. “I’m okay.”

Hayes kissed my temple. “I’ll stop if you want me to stop.”

I cut my eyes at him. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He chuckled. “Hold on tight.”

My fingers dug into his biceps hard enough to leave bruises as he slid out, then pushed in. I held on to him, riding each long wave of ecstasy as they built and built and built.

“Cath.” Hayes paused and rocked against my clit, edging me dangerously close to the point of no return.

“Don’t stop,” I begged in a hoarse plea.

Hayes worked through labored breaths as he staved off his own release while I chased mine.

“Hayes,” I cried out as I felt the tidal wave beginning to crest.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, and I believed him.

I shattered, arching off the bed and curling into him. He let out a shaky breath as my inner muscles seized around his cock. He thrust once, twice, a third time, then came with me.

The grunt that rose from his chest was the most erotic sound I had ever heard. He collapsed on top of me as we crashed from the high, heartbeats matching in time.

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The weight of the day pressed down on me with inescapable exhaustion. Tiredness crept in like snaking vines. After the full routine of cleaning up in the bathroom, taking off my makeup, and brushing my teeth, I crawled into bed.

“Hayes?”

“Yeah?” he said as he picked up his clothes from the floor and draped them over his arm, preparing to sneak out the way he always did when Lewis was around.

I chewed on my lip. “Will you stay with me tonight? I…I don’t want to be alone.”

His expression morphed from tender to concerned. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“What? No.” I took a steadying breath. “I just…Today was a lot.”

From the looks of it, the realization of what his lonely room would be like dawned on him too. “It was.” He laid his suit on the love seat, then peeled back the covers on the empty side of the bed. I lay still as Hayes climbed in behind me and settled. Strong arms that had held me all day held me once again.