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“Really, Hex?” she screams in joy. “I can come whenever I want?”
“I won’t tell a soul,” I promise her, motioning zipping up my lips and throwing away the key. She laughs and skips off, satisfied for now. I really do need to help her make more friends.
I walk up the stairs, intending to go to my room, but find myself outside of Pocus’s room. One downside of being with Juliana for the last two weeks is that I haven’t taken the time to check on him. There’s a lead ball in my stomach, carrying the guilt I’ve been pushing aside.
I knock quietly and hear a grunt to come in. He’s weak, even after all this time. I push the door open carefully and slip inside.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” He smiles sarcastically. “Didn’t think I’d see you for at least another week.”
I smile sheepishly and run my hand through my hair, feeling nervous for some reason. Maybe it’s that I’ve never seen Pocus like this. As long as I’ve known him, he’s always been strong, almost untouchable. Most of his skin is bandaged, and what isn’t looks red and raw.
“Juliana is downstairs with the others,” I explain. “Our kitchen is becoming the set of a female-led sitcom.”
He laughs carefully, trying hard not to move too much. The lead ball in my stomach grows heavier. I shouldn’t have put off visiting.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” I ask him, but he looks at me, annoyed.
“I know I look like shit,” he grumbles. “But I’m still perfectly able to take care of myself.”
“And by that you mean Abigail is tending to your every need, so you don’t need anyone else getting in your space?” I ask him with a small chuckle.
“You get it.” He laughs. “I’m telling you, Hex, having a good woman changes everything. I wasn’t kidding, I genuinely didn’t expect to see you for another week. Enjoy your time with Juliana. We all deserve to enjoy some fucking happiness right now.”
“You sure you’re going to be okay?” I confirm, and he answers by flipping me the bird.
EPILOGUE
One Month, 15 Days Later
The bass thumps through the walls of the bathroom, causing the stall to vibrate. It’s the perfect rhythm as Hex grinds against me, his cock hard through his jeans. My body is on fire, and my panties are soaked through, ready for him to enter me.
His hand cup my ass, keeping me locked into place. My legs are wrapped around him and my hands are tangled in his hair. I’m glued to him, unable to pull away for a second. His hot kisses fill my mouth and overtake my senses, but I need to feel him closer.
I hold on to him tightly with one hand as I use the other to pull down the waistband of his jeans and boxers. My short skirt gives him easy access, and I already feel his hardness against my satin panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls in my ear. “I might slide right out of you.”
“There’s only one way to find out,” I whisper seductively as I use my hand to move my underwear aside and pull him into me.
He hisses as he moves, filling me, stretching me. We’ve been together for nearly two months now, and the initial moment of contact has not ceased to be mind-blowing every single time. There’s always a moment when I’m sure he’s going to split me open, but then he nestles into me as far as he can go and it’s the perfect fit.
He fucks me hard against the wall, his hips moving in time to the quick beat of the song. I hold on to him tightly, grinding myself against him as he sucks at my neck and squeezes my ass. He’ll probably leave a bruise, and the knowledge of that excites me.
I love waking up in the morning and finding new places where he’s marked me, claimed me as his own. It’s so hot to discover a new place that’s just his. I usually spend the whole day fantasizing about where I want him to mark me the next time.
He moans, breathing out quickly as he chases his bliss, his legs growing weak as he starts to come undone. I’m so close, the pleasure building in the pit of my stomach, boiling up like an active volcano. He nips at my neck as he plows into me, and I lose myself in his touch. It feels like I’ll have two new markings to find tomorrow. My hips thrust against him more quickly, and the volcano starts to erupt.
He cries out, but even in here it’s hard to hear over the music. I feel it in my chest and my pussy, the vibrations rocking through me as I come down from my explosion. He goes limp inside me and carefully pulls out, setting me back on the ground on shaky legs.
Fuck, I love this man. I kiss him hard, my tongue battling his for dominance, but he surrenders, letting me explore his mouth and dive deep inside. He moans. He’s already growing hard again, but we’ve already been in here for too long. The idea of getting caught is sexy as hell, but I love this club. It’s not on my agenda to get banned.
I clean myself up and pull up my panties as he buttons his jeans and tries to catch his breath. If sex were an Olympic sport, we’d be taking home the gold. We certainly have been training hard every day. Multiple times.
When we’ve caught our breaths and checked in the mirror to make sure we’re presentable, he grabs my hand and leads me out onto the dance floor. His hands move down to my hips, and he sways against me, losing himself in the beat. My hands are wrapped around his neck, and it might as well be foreplay. Dancing is just as sensual.
Hex has graciously allowed me to pull him out to clubs on multiple occasions over the last few weeks. He hates them. That’s evident in the way he tries not to touch anyone as he passes them. But he loves watching me dance, watching me lose myself.
It hasn’t been the easiest transition, coming back to the world. I thought it would be like riding a bike, but it turns out that being back in my body has been overwhelming. I can barely drink anymore, the alcohol making me lightheaded after a shot or two. I lost all my tolerance when my body was in a coma.
