Page 90 of Wish You Would

“I’m going to have to hire you a cleaner.”

She shakes her head, grinning. “Very funny, Holden Banks. And anyways, a cleaner would be pointless. I’d just mess it up 20 minutes after they left.”

“My favorite hurricane,” I tease, but I’m not feeling it. Idon’t have the energy or mental capacity to fake it. How the hell am I supposed to be happy that she’s leaving?

I have to suck it up. If this is what she wants, then there’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, how can I demand that she gives up her dream apartment when I don’t even know where I’ll be living?

“Hey,” Briar says, interrupting my thought spiral. “I’m hungry, should we go?”

“We should,” I reply, not able to get out of here fast enough. “What is my Slugger craving today?”

“Eggs and toast.” She wrinkles her nose. “Everything else is gross. Let’s go to The Dockside.”

I press a kiss to her shoulder, trying to turn my mood around. “Sounds good. Lead the way,” I say, motioning to the bedroom door.

I smile as she passes me, but no part of me feels calm or collected. All I can think about is what will happen to us when she moves out.

Will she like living alone better than living with me?

Will she push me away?

Will she forget about me?

Does she want to be with me at all?

The questions consume me, overtaking any and all logic. I love Briar. But I have to let her go and pray that this isn’t the beginning of the end.

The minutewe walk through the door after dinner, I’m on her. My hands slide through her hair, my mouth sealed to hers. It feels like a dam inside of me broke with the way I’m wildly kissing her. There’s nothing sweet or soft about it. The way my mouth slants over hers or how my teeth scrapeover her bottom lip. My tongue licks all four corners of her mouth, and it feels like I can breathe again. The relief is palpable when we break apart and she’s looking at me through hooded eyes with her hands fisted in my shirt.

I kick the door shut then walk her backwards until the back of her thighs hit the console table. She perches on the edge, widening her thighs so I can push my hips in between them. It feels so fucking good, my cock screaming for more; all I want is more.

My fingers grip into her thighs, a crazed feeling rushing through my veins, overwhelming me. Today it felt like things between us are changing—everythingabout her moving into her own apartment feels wrong.

Briar means everything to me. She’s who I want to wake up to every morning and fall asleep to every night. We were so close to having that, and now it feels like it’s all slipping away.

“Holden,” she breathes into my neck and the way my name sounds falling off her lips feels like an answered prayer inside my head.

“Yes, pretty girl.” I suck on her neck, pushing my cock between her legs. “What do you need? I’ll give you anything you want.”

“You, baby. I need you.” She digs her nails into my back as I rut against her clit with the ridge of my erection.

“I’m here, Bee.”

I wish these damn layers of clothing between us were gone. Frustrated, I slide my hands up her heated thighs to the hem of her skirt, taking a journey along her skin. She’s wearing a dress that falls to the middle of her thighs and gathers at her tits with a ribbon tied in a bow. It’s not fancy, but fuck, I get hard every time I see her in the damn thing.

She rakes her fingers through my hair as I cage her inwith my body, her belly wedged between us. Her eyes are glassy. She needs sleep. But after following her around her new apartment like a lost puppy I need her too badly to wait.

She leans forward, searching for my mouth as my fingers hook into the waistband of the pale pink lace. I remove her underwear, tossing it to the floor before taking her mouth with mine, needing her like a drought needs rain.

My Briar.

How am I going to watch her pack her things and go? Just thinking about her leaving makes my heart thump a dull ache in my chest.

“Lean back.” I push the pile of mail off the table and onto the floor. She stares back at me with a desperate look in her eyes and my cock throbs. She’s so fucking beautiful with her hair a mess from my hands and her lips pink and swollen from my kisses. I sweep my tongue over the seem of her lips and she opens for me, letting me in. I moan into her mouth, the kiss slow and deliberate.

“Mmm,” she whimpers against my mouth as her hands slip under my T-shirt and up my spine. I love it when her hands are on me. Needy and impatient for her, I grip my shirt by the neck and pull it over my head, tossing it on the floor.

“I want to worship you, Briar. I want to kiss you everywhere until you’re lifeless and spent from coming so hard.” I tug the bow on her dress and pull it loose until I can see her tits tip over the fabric. I lick my lips and adjust my cock in my jeans, so it’s pointed up and tucked under the waistband of my pants. “Jesus, these tits.”

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