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I cleared my throat and slid towards my door with a nod. “Good night, Valen.”
He inclined his head. “Good night…Harlow.”
As I turned the door handle, I realised I still had the water, so I held it out to him. He took it, his fingers lingering against mine.
“Thanks,” he said.
I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Thank you.” He seemed to know what I was thanking him for, but I clarified anyway. “For protecting me.”
He took a breath. “Forever.”
I gave him a small smile that I saw returned in his eyes if no where else on his face. I gave an awkward nod, and slunk into my room, collapsing on the door to close it behind me.
“So?” Florence asked.
“I’ll always be his,” I said quietly.
Florence shared a grin with me. “That’s good?”
I nodded. “I think so. It shouldn’t be, but it is.”
She shrugged. “Don’t let anyone tell you how you should feel, Harlow,” she reminded me.
I made a mental note to follow her advice.
Not that it helped my conundrum.
I wanted to make things work with Apollo.
But I still wanted Valen, too.
Chapter Four
No one bothered to explain what had happened at the bonfire party. Apollo seemed fine except for a couple of scrapes. Marco had a slightly bigger wound in a split eyebrow. Gage seemed fine. And Fender had got himself grazed across the abdomen with a bullet, so he was a little sore but healing well.
The next morning, Florence had left for an Art retreat, leaving me and Apollo free to do nothing but each other all weekend. And Saturday was looking like it might finally be the day it all happened.
I was in Apollo’s room, and we still had a couple of hours before dinner.
His hand ran up my leg as I straddled his lap on the couch. Our bodies rubbed together as we kissed. I’d already unbuttoned his shirt to run my hands along his body, and my top was on the floor. My hands were in his hair, and his other hand was up my skirt.
He deftly circled my clit, sliding over me easily with nothing but my own juices. Pleasure tightened in me. My body tensed. His lips dropped to my neck, and I sighed as the tingles shot straight to my nipples.
“Fuck, Apollo,” I breathed as he worked me closer and closer to orgasm.
“You going to cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes. Make me cum. Please.”
His fingers worked me faster as I balanced on that precipice. Then my whole body clamped around his as it finally crashed over me, and I felt the smile on his lips against my neck.
Without any warning, he stood up, with me in his arms, and threw me on his bed. Before I had time to utter a single question, he was lying over me. His lips found mine and his finger slid thrust inside me to pump me steadily.
It did have to be said that he’d learned the best ways to bring me to multiple orgasms and he wasn’t afraid to get creative. But then, I guessed that’s what happened when he was relying on his fingers or his mouth and refused to put his cock in me.
But we were on his bed and clothes had started to come off…so maybe it was going to be today?
As a much more gentle but no less amazing orgasm washed over me, my hands reached for his belt. He didn’t stop me, so I undid it and his pants. Still, he didn’t stop me, so I slid my hand inside them. I stroked his shaft and felt the rumble of an appreciative groan vibrate through his chest. He was rock hard for me.
