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“Baby,” he says, and our eyes meet. “Watch me. I don’t want you to miss it. Keep your eyes open. If you can.” With a wicked smile, he returns to lapping me, circling my clit, and plunging inside my opening.
The frustration—and other emotions—of last week feel like they are being exorcised, driven away by lust, and I don’t think there is any better medicine in the world. The pleasure of releasing my anxiety is heady and luxurious and I wish I could feel like this every day.
Weston’s mouth returns to mine, his now-naked erection pressing my inner thigh. He nips my lower lip and, surprised, I yelp. His mouth remains on mine while the head of his cock slides through my wet pussy, up and down, teasing my clit.
And he still does not enter me.
Jesus, does he need a fucking engraved invitation?
“Wes,” I mumble.
“Yeah, darling?”
“I think you should fuck me now.”
He pulls his head back with a smirk. “Oh, okay. Baby wants some dick. Well, tell me how you like… this.”
He drives inside me, filling me with the heaviness of his cock and I’m pretty sure I moan loudly, but I’m not entirely positive.
He eases out and then slams back into me, each stroke a masterpiece, building to a crescendo where he slams again and again, and I hold on for dear life by gripping his arms and wrapping my legs around his ass.
“Don’t… stop…“ I beg, my voice vibrating with his hard fucking.
He’s reached the point inside me from where there’s no return. Lost in our rutting, I spin out of control in a mind-altering explosion, my moans filling the air. Like magic, his own orgasm follows mine by seconds and we move together until we’re too exhausted to continue.
52
LIVVY
I headto the shop the next morning, remembering the day not that long ago where I followed Owen and his cute ass all the way to work, ducking behind bushes to make sure he didn’t see me.
I have to hustle because Jewel won’t be in to open the store for me. Nor will she be in tomorrow. Or the next day. She called at six a.m. to let me know she was at the airport waiting for a flight to Spain, a starting point for a backpacking trip through Europe that she wasn’t sure she’d ever be returning from.
Turns out that she and her boyfriend were up most of the night making future plans. They decided to kick off their lives together by packing and heading straight to the airport to catch the first flight they could get out of the country.
Well, damn.
I couldn’t be mad. In fact, I was thrilled for her. I’d miss her, yes. She added a lot of light to my life the last couple years with her zany ways.
Goodbye, Jewel.
I open up Pawsh and, after feeding Henry, fiddle with my merchandise, obsessed as always with making sure my merchandise is lovingly displayed for my customers’ fur babies. If you’re going to charge five-hundred dollars for a cashmere dog bed, it should darn well be displayed like the freaking Hope diamond.
This simultaneously calms me, as it always has, and lets my mind wander to the night before, when the guys ravished me til the wee hours of the morning. I finally left them, exhausted and sleeping in Owen’s apartment, to head home to grab some solo sleep before a long day at the shop.
On one hand, my heart is doing cartwheels because the guys and I have defeated our own personal Goliath, but something in me is guarding that optimism.
Is that because I don’t think I deserve this? Or that I’m afraid, deep down, that someone, at any moment, will pull the rug out from under me with aPsyche! You thought you really made it, didn’t you?
God, why can’t I just enjoy a nice moment without overthinking it?
When I’m satisfied the shop looks about as zen-like as it can, I peel open a protein bar and start to munch on it, straightening out pet treats with my free hand. Behind me, the bells rings, and who comes in but Owen, Weston, and Enzo. They are bearing a funny little cactus, which Owen thrusts at me.
The plant is ridiculously small, dwarfed by Owen’s hand, and when he passes to me, it doesn’t look like it could possibly be real. What is real though is the sincere look on the guys’ faces. Their sentiment is so pure that the last remnants of my protective shell seem like they might finally be taking their leave.
Is that even possible?
I get it. I know what the guys are saying. A new plant for a new beginning.
