Page 84 of Creeping Beautiful

See, here’s the problem with my love for Indie.

She’s not just mine. She’s ours. And if I messed around with her, Adam would mess around with her too. Oh, I know what he’d say if he was here and this was a real conversation. He’d say nah, it wasn’t like that.

But it was like that. It was like that for all of us. Even self-righteous Donovan wanted her that way. He just knew he was last in line because he wasn’t around enough.

So Adam can pretend that he wouldn’t be jealous if Indie and I became a thing, but he would’ve. And then… I don’t know. I don’t know how that works.

It doesn’t, I guess. And that’s why I always ignored Indie’s hints.

But I can’t ignore it anymore. If she had not left that day, if Adam hadn’t left that day, if Donovan hadn’t left that day, if I had not been the only one to stay—we’d have already figured this out.

But they did leave. So this is where it all starts, I guess.

This is the next beginning.

Indie reaches for my jeans again, parting the fabric over my lower stomach, pulling open the zipper and tugging them down just over my hips until my cock springs out, fully erect and throbbing.

Her firm squeeze makes me close my eyes, and when I open them, she’s dropped to her knees in front of me.

“Sit on the bed.”

It comes out of her mouth like a command.

I don’t have to be told twice. I have been dreaming about her lips wrapping around my cock for four long years. I turn and sit as she scoots out of the way and repositions herself in front of me again. She tugs my jeans down my legs the rest of the way, pulls them off completely, and shoves them aside as she opens up my legs and fits her hot little body between my knees. Her palms caress the top of my thighs as she gazes up into my eyes and for a moment I wonder if she’s thinking about… him.

She smiles at me.

And I know she’s not. She doesn’t even remember him. Not really. She looked out the window across the room with a fucking scope and didn’t see a goddamned thing.

Nothing to see. Not anymore. But that’s beside the point.

The point is… she’s here with me now. Just me.

I lean my hands back on the bed to get a better view of her as she lowers her head and opens her mouth and then…

“Oh, fuck.” I moan it. Because her wet tongue slides up and down my shaft as she holds my cock gently in her palm. Then she squeezes it and slides her lips over the top of my head and bobs down until they seal around the upper part of my shaft.

I hold my breath. That’s how good that feels. And I know we just had sex last night, but it feels like it’s been several lifetimes since I’ve felt this good.

She begins sucking me off in earnest, taking me deep and holding me inside her for long moments of pure bliss. My fingers are tangled in her hair, gripping and twisting it all up. Urging her to keep going. She sucks on my head and pushes me into her throat and there is nothing I want more than to just come all over her fucking face.

But not yet. Not this time. Maybe next time.

I still want to be careful with her. She might be a sociopathic killer but she needs gentle guidance right now.

So I stand up. My cock falls out of her mouth and her eyes go wide as she looks up to meet my gaze.

“Please. Do not tell me no, McKay. I will—”

“Shut up, Indie. And lie on the bed.”

Sometimes that gentle guidance needs a firm hand.

She stands up with a smirk on her face, confident that I won’t be stopping before we really get started, and then crawls across her mattress and lies down flat.

I crawl over her legs and then knee them open. She obeys, bending her knees to maneuver around my legs, and then raises them up so her wet pussy is in full view when I look down.

My hands rest on the top of her knees and I push her legs back as I ease my cock up to her opening. She bites her lip again. Like the anticipation is killing her. And then she lets out a long rush of air as I enter her and push myself deep inside her pussy.