Page 9 of Cry For You


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“Listen to the mouth on you. Dirty, dirty mouth. I believe I’m becoming a bad influence on you.”

“I believe so.”

“I believe so, and I like it. Come here.”

He grabs me by the waist, pulling me into his room and shutting his bedroom door. We fall back on the bed in a moving, tangled heap of limbs, clawing at each other’s clothes, out of breath. Rolling over me, he pushes my legs apart, pulling down my skirt and underwear with my help, throwing them across the room. I wrap my legs around his hips. Kissing each other with frantic, wet lips, he helps me take off my shirt and bra.

His finger slips inside me, wrenching out a long moan between kisses. He trails his lips down my body, under my belly button, until he reaches the spot I want him. My eyes close and my body raises up, feeling each stroke of his tongue. The slide of wet against wet. All I can do is hold him against me, the tension within me both beautiful and unbearable.

He keeps going: fingers, tongue, mouth, teeth, lips on me as I get louder and louder with each pass of his tongue, until the release hits me, and he presses his mouth tight to me. I open my eyes as he kisses his way back up to me.

I have to say it. It’s not by choice, it just is. “I love you.”

“I have something to show you.”

I cradle his head in my hands. “What?”

”Don’t move.” He sits back and takes off his shirt, and right there, scrolled across his heart in a beautiful script, is my name, with a thin, fancy line underneath that looks like lace. The tears flow, and I sit up and place my lips over his heart, right against my name.

“See, Lacey baby, I can always tell you I love you. But I want it across my heart where you and everyone can see, for life. I love you.”

I wipe my eyes, and he kisses the tracks my tears have made down my cheeks. The best night of my life. He takes off his clothes and nestles his body between my legs. We hear a sound coming from over our heads.

“Yes, yes, oh, yes!”

I shake my head at the horrendous noises of my sister and Trigg. I start giggling, and Logan bangs loudly on their shared wall. “Shut the fuck up, motherfuckers! You’re ruining my moment.” Which turns my giggles into uncontrollable guffaws.

Even Landon can’t maintain the moment when Trigg yells “Boom!” and my sister screams, “That’s the Trigger, Lace!”

“Hey! She doesn’t want to hear about his trigger. What is wrong with you? Shut the fuck up!”

“I love you,” I say, this time with tears of laughter.

“Your sister is a nut.” He shakes his head, bending down to kiss me as we laugh.

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