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“The sounds you make are so fucking hot, True. I want to hear you scream my name,” Bellamy admits, his tone heady and low. The look in his eyes as he watches me makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
He lets go of my waist to grab the edge of the top of my dress and bra, pulling them down, so he can cover one of my nipples with his mouth. He bites and sucks at the sensitive flesh while fucking the hell out of me with his two magical fingers.
“Oh god! More! Please!” I shout, wanting his fingers to keep going but equally desperate for his dick to be inside me instead.
He removes his fingers once again, and I can’t hold in my gasp from the loss of him inside me. He undoes the button of his slacks and miraculously manages to shrug his pants off without removing his mouth from my breast.
“Ready for me, sweetheart?” he asks, looking up at me with a wicked grin.
“Fuck yes,” I tell him without hesitation.
He grabs my hips and pulls me down slowly, making sure I have time to adjust to his size. He’s so big I almost question if he’ll fit, but I also don’t care. It’s no wonder the man has had as many lovers as he’s had in his lifetime. He’s good with his hands and knows how to make a woman scream for him.
When I’m all the way down, he starts to thrust his hips up, slow at first then picking up speed the more I moan. He grabs the straps of my dress and bra and pulls them down all the way, exposing my entire chest to him. My hands go to his hair as his mouth begins exploring every inch of flesh his tongue can reach.
I yank his head back by his hair and slam my lips against his as he continues pumping in and out of me. Both of us are breathing heavily and grabbing at the other like our bodies depend on each other to survive. While Clay was a gentle lover, Bellamy is a tough and passionate one, using every bit of energy he can to turn my body into putty. Hard and fast, compared to slow and steady. Both are amazing, and my mind flashes to a vision of the three of us… Fuck!
“I’m about to come!” I huff out, the pressure building so fast I’m shocked I could get the words out.
“Come for me, milk my cock, baby girl,” Bellamy coaxes, thrusting into me harder. “So fucking tight, so fucking good…”
I feel my orgasm happen with such force, I scream as I explode around him. He’s right there with me, biting down on my shoulder as he pulses inside of me. When he presses a thumb to my clit, I scream his name, as a second orgasm ripples through my body.
“Bellamy!” Collapsing against him, I take a moment to catch my breath. Both of our chests heave from exertion, and we’re coated in sweat from the hot car, but fuck, that might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
“I think you’ve ruined every other woman for me, True. No one has ever compared to this moment,” he grunts through his breathing.
“That was amazing,” I reply. “I don’t think I have the energy to move.” I press soft kisses to his neck, while I rest my head on his shoulder. He smells incredible, and I don’t want him to let me go.
He laughs and grabs my face to plant a gentle kiss on my lips. “Feel free to stay here as long as you need. I’m in no rush for you to leave my arms. Not now, not ever.”
His words send a spark of joy through my heart, but also a hint of sadness. Because as much as I’ve loved every second of this, I know tomorrow I’ll have to face the reality that I can still never have him. Or Clay. Or Milo.
And I don’t know if I can live with that.
They don’t know who I really am, and even if they did, could they accept the fact that I need all of them?
That I could never choose…
13
True
Bellamy drove me home and helped me into bed before he had to leave. There’s an angry customer at his bar causing a scene, and the police are there. I don’t need more than one guess to know it’s his ex.
I wanted to go with him, but he refused. Told me to get some sleep. So I did, trusting that Bellamy knows himself and can handle the crazy woman.
My phone rings, and I fly out from under my covers, startled by the sound. Checking the caller ID, I see it’s Eros. I swipe to answer, but it doesn’t connect.
As my heart rate attempts to return to a normal level, I fall back against my pillow. There’s something on the dresser across from my bed, but my brain didn’t process it until this moment, so I sit back up, and my mouth falls open.
It’s a painting of me and Cooper. I’m sitting in the grass, my eyes closed, and face to the sun, with Cooper sitting next to me, holding an ice cream and staring right at me.
My wings are stretched out behind me in the painting, with one of them curling around Cooper like a protective shield.
Tears fill my eyes, and I clap a hand over my heart. I’m keeping that forever, and someday, when Cooper’s forgotten all about me, I’ll cherish it still.
My phone rings again, startling me out of my daze.
