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He tugged me forwards, our bodies pressing together, his hard dick between my legs, rubbing against my wetness, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hand slid down between us, and I shifted up, positioning myself over the head of his cock. Then I sank down in a slow, steady slide, the feeling of being completely filled, along with his piercing, sparking sensations inside me that I’d never experienced before. I was conscious of his new tattoo, although it was farther around his thigh, away from where our bodies were touching. Even so, I started up a gentle, rocking pace that he sank into with me. I wound my arms around his neck, kissing and kissing and kissing him, relishing the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me, his hips grinding slowly against mine, his solid thighs holding me up as I moved against him.
His hands lifted my dress, his tongue circling my breasts, the barbell sliding across my nipples. I moved harder against him, needing more friction, the chilly bite of the sea air at my lower back and the shocking heat at my front combining to send nerve endings firing all over my body.
“Zayde.Zayde.”
“Are you going to come for me?” He raised his head, kissing me hard, and at the same time, he angled his hips, and I fell over the edge, helpless, lost to the orgasm that swept through my entire body. I unconsciously tensed my legs, tightening my grip on him, and with a long, low groan, he came, pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum.
Collapsing against him, I tried to catch my breath, feeling his heart beating beneath my ear, gradually slowing as he stroked up and down my back, lowering my dress and gently tugging my jacket back into place.
His eyes met mine, so open and unguarded, and my heart skipped a beat.
I wanted him to look at me that way—always.
TWENTY-FOUR
The paparazzi had backed off, bored when they found nothing to report, and that, combined with the legal threat, had been enough to suppress any further action. Five days after the story had broken, I still hadn’t spoken to Joseph, and he’d made no effort to contact me. James wasn’t speaking to him, either. As far as James was concerned, he’d cut Joe out of his life. They hadn’t been speaking before then anyway, other than to either talk about me or for James to attempt to persuade my brother to do the right thing. It had obviously been a wasted effort.
“Cuppa?” Kinslee flipped on the kettle. I was staying with her for now since she temporarily had a spare bedroom, and it meant that James could have his own bedroom back. Zayde had offered for me to stay with him, but I knew that with our relationship only just beginning to find its footing again, we needed to take things slowly. Letting go of the past wasn’t an instant thing—there was a lot that I needed to work through, but what I did know for sure was that I was completely committed to working through it. I wanted to be with Zayde, as his girlfriend and partner, out in the open, loving and supporting him.
“Please.” I got up from the kitchen table, crossing to the cupboard and pulling out two mugs. “What time are your lectures today?”
Glancing at her phone, Kinslee swore under her breath. “Too soon. Shit. Where did I leave my notebook?”
“Coffee table. On top of your laptop.”
“Right.” She smiled, the stress disappearing from her eyes as she placed tea bags in the mugs. “Hey, want to swap? You can sit in my very boring lecture while I binge Netflix all day.”
“Tempting, but no.” Watching her carefully pour hot water over the tea bags, I sighed. “Actually, I thought I might look at some options for myself. I need to either find a job or possibly look at enrolling in higher education. I’m just not sure because I never really dared to plan for a future before, so I don’t know what I want to do. Stupid, isn’t it?”
“Not really. Can you pass me the milk?” When I handed the bottle to her, she shook her head. “I’ll tell you now that half of the people on my degree course don’t have a clue what they want to do afterwards. I don’t, either. I’m not one of the elite, which is a good and bad thing. Good, because it means I don’t have to be forced into a career I might not want to do or, worse, marry someone with a boring career while I sit at home going out of my mind with boredom. Not that all of the elite are forced into a specific career path. I suppose there’s just the expectation there, you know?”
“I know.”That had been my life up until recently.
Handing me my tea, she pursed her lips in thought. “And it’s bad because I don’t have the luxury of living off my family’s money while I decide what to do. And I don’t have those connections that come with certain family names. Anyway, I’m glad I don’t have the pressure, to be honest. But that’s enough about me. Why not look at enrolling at Alstone College? It’ll give you another few years to decide what you want to do with your life.”
“I have thought about it.” I could probably catch up with the work I’d missed so far during the first semester, but then it would also require me to live off student loans now that family money wasn’t an option. James and even Zayde would probably offer to help me out, but I didn’t want to be indebted to them. “I think I’d like to get a job, though. Pay my way.”
“You don’t have to decide anything right now, and you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.” Her voice lowered. “It’s, uh, the anniversary in a few days, isn’t it? Maybe you shouldn’t worry about anything else until…” Trailing off, she placed a hand on my arm. “Sorry, it’s not my place to bring it up.”
“No. It’s fine. I’m ready to face it this year.”
“That’s good. I’m glad.” She smiled again before sipping from her mug. “We have celebrations to look forward to as well. The Guy Fawkes celebrations at the castle.”
“Oh, yes. I’ve been hearing about that. What happened at the last one?”
“Ask Winter.” A smirk curved over her lips. “Just don’t do it around Cade. I don’t think he likes to be reminded of what an asshole he used to be towards her.”
“I’ll remember that.” My phone chimed loudly from my bedroom, and I startled, making Kinslee laugh.
“I’ll take that as my cue to get out of here. I don’t want to be late.” Gulping down the rest of her tea, she grabbed her laptop and notebook, shoving them inside her bag, and then disappeared with a wave. I headed into my bedroom to check my phone, faltering when I saw the name on the screen.
Joe.
Sinking down onto the bed, I opened the message.
Joe:We need to talk. I have things I need to discuss with you. It’s the anniversary of Tim’s death too, and I think we should commemorate that
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