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“David,” she whimpers, her fingers gripping at my coverlet. I love the way she moans my name when I’m inside her.
“Yes, sweetheart?” I murmur, slowly rocking in and out. “You like that?”
Ani nods frantically, making mewling noises. “Faster.”
She groans, rocking her hips back, and my mouth twists up into a smirk. I can oblige. I take my time, slowly picking up the pace while Ani writhes in front of me. Fuck, it’s a beautiful sight. Ani braces against the bed as my pumps speed up and her body jerks, her hips throwing back at me as she comes with a whimper. That’s what I’m talking about.
Groaning, I anchor her hips, continuing to thrust until I come, holding deep inside her. I withdraw, dropping sideways, my head hitting the pillow. There’s nothing like good sex to ensure a fantastic night’s sleep.
Ani sighs, dropping to her ass and smiling over at me, her eyes glazed with passion. She crawls toward the edge of the bed. She’s about to head back to her bedroom. My hand darts out, my fingers closing about her forearm as I tug her down onto the bed, toward me. Once she’s close enough, I drape my whole body around her, nuzzling my nose near her ear.
“Stay, please,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the skin at her neck. Ani’s body relaxes, and she tugs the coverlet up over her, reaching out and turning off the lamp on the nightstand as I smile sleepily into her hair. I’m glad she’s staying.
Chapter Twenty-One
David
Ani has taken her coffee and bagel up to eat on the rooftop terrace when Max’s call finally comes through.
“I’m at the Park,” he yawns down the line. I shove my phone in my pocket and make my way downstairs.
“You look like shit,” I call to him as I jog over. Max yawns again, flipping me off as he jogs, falling into step beside me. We follow our usual route while Max gives me a blow by blow of his night with the supermodel. I think he went home with Marissa. The brunette. Once he’s finished bragging about his conquest, he smirks over at me, and my eyebrows shoot up.
“What?” I frown, and Max’s grin widens.
“Dude, were you holding herhand?” Max scoffs, making pussy whipped noises. I flip him off. Of course I was fucking holding Ani’s hand. The bar was crowded, I didn’t want her to get lost.
Plus, when we were sitting up at the bar, it was the easiest way to signal to the blonde supermodel that I wasn’t interested in taking her home. Max keeps up with the whipping noises until I manage to distract him by asking about his dating life.
That buys me about half the loop since he’s been out with a different model every second night this week. Not to mention Marissa last night. Finally, he runs out of recent date stories and grins over at me, waggling his eyebrows.
“I can set you up, if you like. Laura Jean slipped me her number last night. Asked me to pass it on to you.”
Laura Jean must have been the blonde one.
“Can’t. Uncle Bill laid down the law, remember? I’m not allowed to bring women home while Ani’s staying there.”
Max snorts. “I have perfectly nice spare bedrooms, cuz. You’ve got a key to my place. As long as you give me a heads up first, you’re more than welcome to take your dates there. I’ll text you Laura Jean’s number.”
There’s no fucking way I’m taking a random hookup to the bed in Max’s spare bedroom. To the bed that Ani poured her fucking soul deep pain out to me on. Not that Ani’s pain is any of Max’s damn business. I settle for murmuring noncommittally. He can text me the blonde’s number. I’ll delete it. No skin off my nose.
Max chuckles, making that annoying whipping sound again. Rolling my eyes, I pick up the pace which has him grumbling, since he’s fucking hung over. At least when he’s trying to keep up with my faster pace, he doesn’t have the breath to annoy me. By the time we hit the edge of the path near my building, Max is spent. Doubling over, his hands land on his knees and he sucks in deep lungfuls of breath. I grin at him, catching my breath in a much more dignified manner. He groans and straightens, flipping me off.
“As always, cuz, thanks for the run. Say hi toAnifor me.”
He shoots me a weird look and strolls off. I watch him go, wondering how the fuck he knows Ani’s nickname. She musthave asked him to call her that when she stayed at his place the other night.
After showering, I go in search of Ani, who is curled up with a book on the lounge upstairs, the gentle breeze ruffling her hair. When I drop beside her, she glances over and smiles as I lift her feet into my lap.
“Max says hi.”
“Was he super hungover? He seemed pretty drunk when he left last night.”
“Superhungover. He did not enjoy running with me.”
Ani cracks an evil grin, returning to her book while I pull out my phone and check my emails. There are numerous notifications on The Boys WhatsApp group. Tapping it, I scroll through the messages wishing I’d pushed Max a little bit harder this morning. Maybe he’d be too busy with his head stuck in the toilet to rile shit up. For some reason, he’s informed everyone of Uncle Bill’s decree that I can’t have women over while Ani is here, and they all commiserate. Some more than others. Timmy sentTough luck, and that’s it.
Shit, Max messages again.
