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thirty-three
scarlett
Holy forking shirtballs!I’ve been watching too much of The Good Place because that’s all my mind can compute after I had the most amazing sex of my life. With my best friend. Whom I love.
I snuggle into his side, not giving a damn we’re strewn across a slab of wood in a supply closet during a thunderstorm, and let loose a contented sigh. “So. Sex on a table is better than I expected.”
Chuckling, he runs his hands up and down my arms before offering my ass a small slap.
I yelp, tugging his thick dark hair in retaliation and he elicits a soft groan, but not from pain. “First for me as well.”
“I’m certain you’ve been more spontaneous than this in the past.”
He rumbles against my temple, his breath warm. “No way are we talking about my past. I’m almost thirty-six years old. Gymnastics in the sack will throw my back out. This is not a romance novel. For example, shower sex—not that simple. There are precautions one should take, so no one slips and cracks their head open.”
“Ah, come on, we gotta try it at least once. Prove the theory wrong.” I tease, doodling a pattern along his chest.
Rolling me to my back, the wood cool, he lays in between my legs, resting his chin on my collarbone, those blue eyes so bright, even in the darkened room they burn as he speaks to me, “I’ll never say no to you. Even to neck-breaking shower sex.”
I brush back a strand of hair falling over his brow. “You make me so happy.” Tears prick my eyes. “I didn’t think it would happen for me. Took a lot of frogs to realize my prince charming is right here.”
“Says the woman whose nickname is Turtle and would probably try to save all those frogs given the chance.” He nuzzles my neck and soft kisses against my pulse wake the insatiable woman I’ve become. “I’m no prince charming, but I’ll give you everything I got. I promise.”
Swoon.
More kisses and more light caresses don’t take away my next worry. “How do you think Theo is going to take it?” He’s the one person who held me back without even knowing it.
“Boys love their mommas and always will. I’m the first to admit I’m a momma’s boy. So is P. You’re Theo’s first love,” he guides my chin down until we’re eye to eye, so much love flowing between us, “I want to be your last.”
Shivers cascade all over my body and I smile as his lips descend on mine in a slow and steady exploration that quickly becomes eager and frenzied.
“I love you,” I breathe out as he moves his drugging kisses down my neck. Our scents combine in the small room, a blend of woods, cotton, and delectable sex. Heat swirls and then he latches onto one of my nipples, sucking hard, the sensation equivalent to him pulling my soul from my body. Bowing up into him, I moan and squirm under his heavy weight.
“Fucking hell, once wasn’t enough, Scar. I gotta have you again,” he rasps as he rolls his already thickening cock against me, sparks igniting again.
I quiver under his strength and say as lightning streaks across the sky, followed by a soft grumble of thunder. “Do you think anyone is looking for us?”
“Do you care?” He nips and licks my exposed peak, his fingers playing between us, slicking through my drenched flesh, stealing all my words.
Shaking my head back and forth, I bite my lip when he shifts his focus to my other nipple. My clit throbs and aches—even more so from the pressure of his thumb.
My nerves electrify under his brazen touch, his callused hands against my supple skin—the perfect balance. Before I know it, he grabs my leg, hikes it up over his shoulder, and thrusts his hard cock into me. I whimper from how good it feels, how much he fills me up. Locking eyes in the dark, he pumps in and out, deeper and deeper, his face the picture of fierce desire. I grip the side of the table and absorb every ounce of passion he’s giving me.
“You’re gonna have to put a fucking leash on me,” he growls in my ear as I match him thrust for thrust, roll for roll. “I’ve been waiting for you a long time. I’m not wasting a minute of it.”
Double swoon.
“Do what you want to me. I’m yours.” And I wrap my legs around his waist, skyrocketing away on this euphoric high with every plunge he takes, every kiss he gives. A second climax climbs and climbs, and I claw at his back, those muscles built from manual labor flexing under my fingertips.
Gathering both my wrists in one hand, he stretches them above my head and holds me fast to the table, his grip tight and possessive. I can’t do anything but gasp as he swirls and grinds his hips down into me—blue eyes firmly locked with mine—and it’s the right amount of pressure and friction to set me off.
I moan my release—his name speared from my throat. Grey releases my wrists and clutches me to his chest, his rapid heartbeat thundering through my body as his cock jerks deep inside me.
Blinding us, the lights flash on, erasing the intimate darkness. As we cling to each other, finally taking in our flushed faces, our heaving chests—we’re mesmerized by the union we just shared.
“Wow,” a kiss to my forehead, my cheek, my lips, “I’m digging your ‘just fucked’ hair, Scar.” He chuckles as I pat down my crazy flyways.
“Guess we better clean up before they come looking for us,” I comment. But we pause and memorize the other for a while longer, running our hands over our naked skin as if this is still just a dream, and at any moment, we’ll wake up alone.
