Page 81 of The Groupie

“Don’t stop touching me, please…”

I circle my thumb and flick her nub before she slams down on me again and I feel her pussy clench around my cock in a hard spasm as she shouts.

“Oh my god… Zak… you…” she stops breathing, but I don’t stop pumping and flicking her clit as it explodes under my touch.

“I love you.” I barely hear her words as she shudders around me.

But they reverberate through my head and through my entire body, setting off every nerve ending into a massive blinding burst as I thrust my hips deep inside her, pumping wave after wave of everything I have in me to her.

Pulling her down on top of me, I ride out the aftershock of spasms holding her, kissing her face, her eyes, her mouth and feeling her heart thud against mine as they slow and beat together in rhythm and our breathing returns to normal.

I don’t know how long we lie there in silence, but I hear the door and people walking around and talking outside the bedroom.

“Fucking Nowicki.”

She laughs—no giggles—and the sound is surprising and refreshing and makes me swell with affection.

“We need to talk,” I say because I can’t hold it in.

“I’ll go first,” she says, sitting up on one elbow, staring at me, her lashes thick and dark and her eyes vivid, stunning me into silence. “I’m smitten with you.”

“Smitten? Is that anything like in love?”

She blushes and I wrap her up in my arms.

“You already admitted it once. Say it again.”

She burrows her head in my shoulder and I wince.

“Sorry.” She pops up and sighs, the blush of embarrassed vulnerability gone. “Okay, you win. I love you.”

“Louder.”

She yells it again and again. My heart goes into overdrive and my dick shoots back to life.

Then Nowicki bangs on my bedroom. “Keep it down in there, will ya. Some of us need to sleep.” I hear the grin in his voice and laugh.

We both laugh and hold each other, not bothering with an answer, and not bothering to keep it down—the noise or my dick.

I lick the salty tears from her cheeks and kiss her eyes and then her mouth, my new ritual and one I hope to repeat every day and night for the foreseeable future. She settles into my arms.

“Sorry about the tears. It must be the exhaustion.” She closes her eyes.

“Is that it?”

She smiles, but doesn’t open her eyes. “That’s me. One and done.”

I laugh. “Me too.”

“What do you mean?” She opens one eye to look at me.

“One and done has taken on a new meaning for me. You’re the one for me and I’m done with other women.”