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As she tries to maneuver herself to remove her undergarment, I reach up, smirking when I feel the lace. My thumb easily pushes through them, shredding them and rewarding me with a gasp from my sweet girl.
Leaning forward, I silence it with a kiss, stealing the air from her and massaging her tongue with mine. With my hands up her skirt, my fingers move to her hot center and toy with her, rubbing her clit, slipping my fingers through her slit and then back up until she moans in my mouth.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders and I revel in how greedy her touch is.
With my lips still against hers, I murmur, “Already wet for me.”
“I want you,” she whispers back with a sincerity and need I didn’t realize I was desperate for.
In one swift move I position her how I need and impale her on my cock.
She falls forward, moaning my name and clinging to me as I wrap one hand around her shoulder, my arm bracing her back and holding her steady while I fuck her.
Her moans are drawn out and her warm breath travels down my back as she bites down on the curve of my neck in an attempt to silence herself.
A cold sweat breaks out along my skin and I relish in it. Nothing else matters as I murmur into her ear that I need her more than I need anything or anyone.
Her nails dig into my skin as she holds on. She’s close. I know she is as she tightens around my cock, writhing in my arms.
As she calls out my name, her neck arching and her release taking over, I devour her lips with mine and that’s what does it. Capturing her kiss, I come undone with her.
BRAELYNN
The mall is busy and humming with people as Scarlet and I stroll through the wide, tiled hallway. I’ve always loved the mall. The crowds, the food court, the shops and sales. It’s full of life. This particular mall is one of my favorites. It has high ceilings and a second floor with endless stores to shop and get lost in.
“We’re here,” Scarlet says with a grin. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I take another sip of my latte and smile back at her over the cup. “Hell yes I am.”
We enter an excessively large home goods store, one of my favorite places to shop, and both of us grab carts from a row near the door. We wander through each aisle, picking up items and putting them back down. More than a few go into my cart. A new set of dish towels. A pretty shower curtain. It’s freeing to be able to put my own touches on my place. I can decorate however I want and it wasn’t until this moment that the realization hits me. I’ve never had a place of my own. I’ve never truly been on my own.
“What do you think of this?” I ask Scarlet, holding up a welcome mat.
“Oh my God, ‘Take off your shoes and bring in the booze?’ It’s cute,” she says. “It’s so you. Get it.”
I toss it into the cart with a smile that won’t quit. It comes with another new feeling too. Declan pays me so well that I don’t have to calculate the cost down to the penny and hunt for a coupon. I still have a coupon, though. I wouldn’t come to this store without one.
I might be saving up, but I would rather be frugal and save where I can.
We turn onto the bedding aisle and I let out a cheerful sigh.
“I’m so happy for you, Braelynn,” Scarlet says. I told her about the fitted sheet. We’re actually here on that mission, although the two hours we spent wandering while chatting and my already half-full cart would say otherwise, and it feels damn good. The aisle is exactly how I pictured it would be. Sheets in all colors and materials.
I let my fingers trail down the row of them as I search for the perfect sheets.
“I think I’m going to get a whole set.” The fitted sheet was a small dream. I imagined just one piece of cloth. Enough to make my bed comfortable and not much more. With the check deposited, and a cushion already in savings, I have plenty to get a full set.
We start to wander slowly down the aisle, and I see one and then another that I like. One’s an abstract peony in soft muted colors, the other an off-white with a texture to it. “I want to look at them all before I decide,” I tell Scarlet, although it’s more me to myself so I don’t grab every single one that strikes my fancy.
“Do you work today?” she asks.
“Yes,” I murmur, running a sample of a flannel set between my fingers. It’s very soft, and it would probably be too hot for my place. Flannel sheets aren’t necessarily year-round sheets. More of a winter item. A bit expensive, I think to myself … but then I remember. I can have any set of sheets I want.
“You working every day now?” Scarlet hands me another set to look at. I take my time with it. My shift isn’t until this evening, every night at six, so there’s absolutely no rush. I nod to her, and she smiles. “He must really like you.”
“It’s intense,” I find myself admitting. It doesn’t seem like a good thing or a bad thing to say, just a neutral description of how Declan is. “He’s intense.”
“I think everybody at The Club would agree with you,” Scarlet murmurs. “All the Cross brothers are like that. They’re all broody, my way or no way … is he like, all gruff all the time?”
