Page 120 of Live for Me

utah

Ididn’t stop until Memphis tapped out.

I’d never heard a woman gasp outpleaseso quickly so many times while she tried to force my hands off her clit. To say I was pretty fucking proud of myself was an understatement. Even if she hadn’t actually screamed, there was a significant amount of cleanup necessary around that room by the time she was begging me to stop.

She couldn’t bring herself to use the bathroom just outside her room to shower because she was terrified that the others might still be awake, and the living room was much too close to it for her liking. I stood guard at the bottom of the stairs while she crept up to the bathroom that Indy and I shared. I changed the sheets on her bed while I waited for the water upstairs to stop running.

The others were definitely still awake and in the living room, so I went back to the bottom of the stairs to wait for Memphis to come down. Her believing she’d need me to run interference for her in this house full of people who were all fucking adults was adorable. She couldn’t handle the thought of any of them thinking about the two of us having sex; like we weren’t both also adults who could make choices on our own. Like they weren’t already aware that she was the entire reason that I came back here earlier tonight.

But she wanted me here to prevent the others from seeing her while she rushed back and forth between that shower. So, here I was. Just because she’d asked it of me.

Much to my shock, Memphis jumped right at me from the bottom step and forced me to catch her while her arms wrapped around my neck.

“You came back here because it was storming,” she whispered. She giggled and kissed me while I carried her awkwardly back toward her room while she dangled from the front of my body.

“I came back here because you were about to sext me straight to my own death while I was driving.”

“You came back here because you missed me,” she said and kissed my neck that time.

“I came back here because I love you, Memphis.”

She let go of my neck, so I allowed her to slide down the front of me until her feet were on the floor. The green eyes of that hurricane tried to blow me apart on the spot.

“Utah—”

I felt like an asshole for sighing while she stood there in silence and battled whatever emotional rollercoaster that she’d decided she was going to take on alone again. Her overbearing brain probably heard an impatient sigh, while it was really one of contentment. I leaned down to kiss her forehead. I didn’t need her to be able to tell me that she loved me. She couldn’t do anything at all to stop the way that it poured out of her when I was around, regardless of her silence on the matter.

“It’s alright, angel,” I said and pulled her into me. “Still between you, me, and the lightning.”

Her phone woke me up a couple hours later. The monster in me was instantly pissed to see a text message from an unsaved number on the screen of her phone.

Unknown

Going to our bar again tonight.

I wouldn’t be sad if I saw your pretty face there, Memphis.

Even him using her name made my blood boil.

I was surprised that my thumbs jabbing at the screen of her phone didn’t wake her up.

Me

Her pretty face is asleep because she spent all night with my face between her pretty thighs.

I had to remind myself that this was just a regular fucking person. He wasn’t involved in our world. Snapping into murder mode was wholly unnecessary, but the fact that I’d had to tell him more than once to leave her alone made me think I needed to do something about it to get him to actually fucking go away.

I laid there for the next two hours in a state of ever-growing annoyance while I waited for the sun. I added the mystery man to my own phone before I snuck out of Memphis’ bed and made my way upstairs. I knocked on Indy’s door and waited for him to come to life.

“Something wrong?” he asked, with both eyes still mostly closed.

“Be downstairs in a couple minutes, would you? Bring that magic you use to find people just from a phone number.”

He groaned. “I perform better when I get to do my stalking at night, Utah.”

I didn’t even bother touching that subject. I turned back for my own room to change clothes and get ready for what this day was about to become.

Indy didn’t bother putting on clothes, brushing his teeth, or even really waking up all the way. He had his laptop under his arm and followed me down the stairs in just his boxers and his glasses.

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