Page 40 of Heatwaves

I laugh. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. One would think you would’ve learned by now, I’m not going anywhere. I’m never going to leave you—notever. Do you hear me?”

Her mouth curls up at the corner for a moment as she raises her eyes to meet mine. “I hear you, and I appreciate you. But I don’t want to talk about them. Can’t you just let it go?”

“Not when I know it’s hurting you to keep it in. You need to talk about it, get it all out, so you can either move on or give them another chance.” Grabbing the last piece of broken plate, I toss them into the trash can before washing my hands. “Who else are you going to talk to about it if it’s not me?”

She licks her lips as I turn to face her, eyes wandering over my bare torso, and I already know what she’s thinking before she says a word.

“I can think of much better ways to occupy our time, can’t you?”

I fight back a shiver as she traces her finger along the waistband of my sweats.

Am I really going to let her get away with this?

When she grabs hold of the sweats, pulling them down as she drops to her knees, I know I am.

At least for now.

As soon as Wyatt’s sweats pool around his ankles, I turn my attention back to his cock and lick my lips. There’s nothing quite like having sex with an incubus—or at least with my incubus.

Not my incubus.

I shake my head, trying to clear my head of that thought immediately.

No matter how much I might want him to be mine, he never will be. I can’t allow him to be.

I can’t let anyone get close enough to hurt me liketheydid.

Fuck.

That’s definitely not where I want my thoughts either. Isn’t that why I’m kneeling on the floor in the first place? Because I didn’t want to talk to Wyatt about the four of them?

The wound they left when they disappeared is even more raw after spending my heat withthem. I just couldn’t make myself send them away.

What I’m feeling right now is totally on me and the decisions I made, but that doesn’t mean I want to talk about it.

My head is such a mess. I can’t even attempt to wrap my head around it all.

Hence the distraction.

I close my hand around his girth, both of us moaning together as I stroke him.

Wyatt’s hands slide into my hair, pulling just tight enough for me to be aware of the hold without him trying to take control. I lick along his length before closing my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks as I move up and down him.

I hum around him, loving the groan that falls from his lips. A groan I echo when his magic rushes into me, turning my arousal up to a ten.

This right here is why sex with anyone else doesn’t compare. He might only be touching me via the hand threaded through my hair, but it feels like his hands are roaming all over my body. It’s a crazy feeling, but as the magic settles over my clit, I know I’ll come before I get anywhere close to drawing him over the edge.

Planting my hands on his thighs, I pop off him and turn my eyes up to meet his. “Fuck my face while you make me come.”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” he says with a smirk, his cock nudging at my lips.

I drop my mouth open, closing my lips around him once more as he slides to the back of my throat. Though I asked him to fuck my mouth, he starts gently, allowing me to adjust to his size. Humming around him to let him know I’m ready for more, I sigh as he picks up his pace. With each thrust of his hips, his cock slips further down my throat.

It’s brutal and everything I need.

My thoughts fall away until all I’m focusing on is the feel of him inside my mouth and throat. The glide of him across my tongue, humming when his pre-cum hits my taste buds.

Salty deliciousness.

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