Page 61 of The Way We Fell

His eyes darken as he lifts his face to meet my gaze. The hand that’s been working my pussy slips out and his long fingers wrap around his dick, coating it in my cum and pumping it as he shifts between my knees. He rubs a thumb over his crown, a trickle of pre-cum mixing with my juices as his eyes slam closed.

“Look at me while you fuck me, love,” I demand softly. “I want to see you fall apart.”

A moan falls from his lips as he settles over me, reaching for a condom and quickly rolling it down his shaft. He guides himself with one hand as he slips the other beneath my shoulder blades, watching me with hooded eyes. I feel the tip of him press against my entrance and my hips surge upwards, desperate to take him. He moans again as the head of his cock enters me. His hips follow mine, pushing forward as I pull back, inching deeper and deeper until my ankles are locked behind his back and he’s fully seated, our hips nestled together.

“Fuck, Princess. You feel—fuck.”

His eyes are dark, struggling to stay open as our hips begin to rock together. He pulls out almost all the way before sliding back in, slamming home with a yell from both of us. This is new. It’s slower. It’s hot and greedy, but it’s less rabid, less feral.

“More,” I whisper, gasping as his hips circle against mine. His dick presses against those pressure points, and my vision blurs into a kaleidoscope of light and colour.

“More? My filthy princess wants more?”

I hum and then moan as a hand snakes between us, tugging at each of my nipples in turn.

“I’ll give you more, filthy girl.”

His hips piston against me, fucking me at a delicious, punishing pace. His lips seal over mine and I press my tongue between them, sweeping it into his mouth and swallowing another moan as I taste myself in his kiss.

“Fucking perfect, Princess,” he gasps. “Fucking—perfect—fuck—gonna come.”

His hips slam into mine, his dick sliding in and out, teasing my fluttering walls and pressing against every pressure point I never knew existed. I twist my hips, tilting them just so, and time slows down.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes. A hallelujah chorus sings. I think the fireworks explode in my pussy, too. My whole body tightens, every muscle tensing in turn, and I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin. I clench around his dick, squeezing tight as my body winds into a tailspin, and my fourth orgasm of the night slams into me like a truck before time speeds up again. Jay yells one morefuckbefore he spills inside me, warm and pulsing even through the condom, prolonging my own pleasure as we milk each other.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers. My skin is still humming, my blood and bones vibrating as the high subsides. One of his fingertips ghosts over my cheekbone. “Do you have any idea how incredible you are, Princess?”

It’s like the words send me flying all over again. They slam into my chest, steal my breath, warm my blood beyond boiling point. The tenderness in his touch, the reverence in his voice, and the way he smiles at me—I don’t even dare believe what’s in that smile. Because no one has ever smiled at me that way before. And it hits me, right here and now—I don’t want anyone else to smile at me this way again. This kind of smile is reserved for Jay.

Because in a matter of weeks, he’s worked himself into my heart. And it’s only taken a few more days for him to tunnel straight through it and take up residence in my soul. When I smile back at him, I pour everything I have into it. The way he makes me proud. The way he’s taken over my every thought, my every breath. All of the words I’m still too afraid to say. It’s a smile for no one else. Only for him.

Chapter thirty-one

Katy

Theold,Victorianbuildingused to house a bustling hospital, but now its walls are reserved strictly for outpatient and non-emergent medical care. The four sides of the building surround an open green space in the middle, often frequented by smoking nurses and facilities staff. It’s the hospital I’ve been assigned to for a short internship, shadowing some counsellors and learning from them as they treat real patients.

When our shadowing assignments came through, I recognised the name immediately as the counsellor I recommended to Jay. The one he’s been seeing for several weeks now. I had no idea he was working with the faculty, but it shouldn’t be such a surprise—he’s a highly sought-after therapist and he does teach a class on the master’s-level degree course. My request to shadow someone else was granted, but there’s still an uneasy feeling in my stomach when Guy Fitzjohn and I cross paths in hallways.

I’m just leaving the building for a long weekend away from work and study, my shoes squeaking on the red tiled floor, when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to find several notifications from earlier in the day, but the newest one is the one that piques my interest. I tap on it to open a message thread.

Cam

which of these do you think Amie would like?

My heart begins to beat a little faster as two images appear alongside the text. The first is a pear-shaped diamond with a bead-set diamond halo on a pretty, rose gold band. The second is a trio of huge, emerald-cut diamonds surrounded by tiny round diamonds, set on a white gold band. Both are pretty, if a little ostentatious. Neither of them scream Amie to me.

Katy

Neither. Hold on.

I open a pinboard app and scroll through it for a moment until I find what I’m looking for. The boards Amie and I made a few years ago, on a long, sleepless night with a sick Maisy lying in her bed between us. I asked her what she would do if she could plan her perfect wedding—rings, dress, man included. We spent hours laughing, delusional from lack of sleep, and passing our phones back and forth between feeding Maisy and mopping up her messes. I find the rings we saved, screenshot the page and navigate back to my messages.

Katy

This is what she likes. Yellow gold or platinum, but she wears a lot of yellow gold. She’s allergic to white gold. She hates emerald cut. Nothing too big or gaudy. And definitely nothing heart-shaped.

I send him the screenshot of one of two similar rings Amie saved to her board. It’s a simple hexagonal-cut diamond flanked by two smaller solitaire stones on a plain, yellow-gold band. It’s accompanied by a second yellow-gold band, this one perfectly shaped to fit the point of the hexagon. It’s a little unusual, but timeless and elegant, and it’s perfect for Amie.

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