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I hum as I lift her shirt and swiftly yank down her bra, latching onto one of those pretty dusky-pink nipples, sucking it hard, smiling around her skin as whimpers and pants sound from above. “You taste so fucking good. Best damn gumdrops I’ve ever had.”
She laughs, nudging me away from her, but I suck and lick harder, her blunt nails digging into my scalp with each lap of my tongue.
Ignoring my aching head because nothing is going to keep me from pleasuring this woman, I drag my hand down her quivering stomach, stopping just above her apex. Her tangy scent rises and I breathe it in deep as I dip my pointer through her slick folds, groaning. “You’re so wet—I can’t wait to fucking bury myself inside you,” I husk, sliding my fingers in her hot pussy, feeling her clench around them.
“Grey,” she whispers, the raspy sound making my dick harder than it already was, straining against my boxers. “Don’t stop.”
Finding her lips, I nip and lick, sucking in her tongue and swirling it with my own as I curl my fingers in and out of her thrumming body. Her hips buck and rock, and I rip my mouth away to growl, “Just like that pretty girl, ride my hand until you come all over me.”
Ecstasy finds her, and she clutches my hand with hers, holding it there as she cries out, her inner walls squeezing and pulsing around my slick fingers. My dick jerks and I so badly want release, but now is not the time. I let her cling to me as she comes out of her orgasmic high and smile against her temple as I twirl her hair.
“You’re so beautiful when you come. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of those sounds or how you feel.” I slip my fingers from her, brushing my thumb against her clit, a low noise vibrating in my chest as she tenses with an aftershock. Again, I stroke and stroke. Her thighs tighten and I tease her sensitive nub one more time, biting my lip when her back bows as another orgasm rips through her body.
Seized by her pleasure, I wait for her mind to clear and her breath to regulate, proud of myself for not unloading all over the sheets when she came the second time. My restraint at this point is commendable, especially as she licks her delectable lips and I imagine them around my cock.Soon.
Scarlett opens her cornflower eyes and turns in my direction. “That was… I mean, well, I did dream about you once, but I never imagined…”
“Your insanely handsome best friend would have such dexterous hands?” I quip, chuckling as she shakes her head, a summer smile lighting up her entire face. Orgasm or not, this girl is gorgeous.
“Wait, you dreamed about me?” A cheesy grin stretches my skin and laughter bubbles from her chest.
“Yes. Another story for another day. I really want to touch you, taste you,” she says, gnawing her lip and fixing her gaze at the comparatively impressive—if I do say so myself—tent in my boxers and I swear it got harder at her sinful words.Fuck me.
Kissing her still puffy lips, I smile against them. “Plenty of time for that. I’d rather not have anything standing in the way of when I get to tap that beautiful pussy of yours.”
A cute giggle sneaks out and she points to the splint on my wrist. “What? You can’t get creative with that thing?”
“Don’t tempt me, darlin’.” I’m lost in her endless blue hues, a permanent grin plastered on my face.
She blushes and brushes a kiss along my stubbled jaw. “I love you. And not just for your decidedly nimble fingers.”
We rest together on the bed, legs still entwined, hands clasped, hearts beating in sync, my mind at ease and calmer than it’s ever been. We video call Theo before his bedtime, Scarlett opting to sit in the chair so he didn’t question why his mom was in bed with his dad—not yet at least. Baby steps. Once we assured everyone that I was not in fact dying, and said our goodbyes, I waved her back over, settling her into my side and lie my head on top of hers.
“I found your notebooks,” she says quietly.
“I didn’t hide them very well.” I swallow, a zip of anxiety blipping in my stomach. I never anticipated anyone reading them, but if it was anyone, I’d rather it be her.
“The box fell on me when I was getting down Theo’s bag for camp. I didn’t mean to read them—I’m sorry.”
I tilt my head down and lift her chin. “It’s all right. I’m not upset. I’m not sure why I’ve kept them.” I brush a thumb across her bottom lip. “A reminder, maybe, of how far I’ve come? I’m guessing you saw you’re on every page, in every entry.”
I drop my hand to squeeze her shoulder, and she nods. “I’m so proud of you. Reading about some of the things you went through broke my heart, but how seriously you took—take—this sobriety just makes me in awe of you. So many people aren’t so lucky.”
“It wasn’t so much luck as it was separating the addiction from me so I could master it.”
Twisting slightly to get into the bedside table drawer, I grunt in pain and pull out a small red box.
“I know it’s not your birthday yet, but I picked up one of your presents early. I want you to have it now.” At her expression, I continue. “No, darlin’, it’s not an engagement ring. Trust me, that will come later. I’m not letting you go.”
She sits up and cracks open the tiny box, plucking out the silver bracelet nestled in soft white batting. She turns it over in her hand and inspects the little beads, some long and cylinder-shaped, others sphere-like. Crunching up her eyebrows, she studies them for a moment before lifting her starry eyes to mine. “It’s morse code.”
Nodding, I urge her to figure out what it says.
“You’re not alone,” she breathes out and closes her eyes, clutching the metal jewelry to her chest.
“Never alone, Scar. Those were the first words in morse code you taught me. They’ve stuck with me since. No matter what, you’re never alone. You have me, Theo, everyone at SoS.” Every word laced with a promise to always be there.
She slips it on and leans over to caress my lips with the sweetest of kisses. Taking my hand, she codes.
ILY.
I respond in kind, and we lay together all night, in each other’s arms, me forgetting all about my bruised body, love drunk on my dream girl.
