Page 36 of The Fight

She shakes her head. “No—not now.”

I nod and thrust softly. Even in the darkness, I can see the shadow of her face scrunch before a whimper leaves her lips.

“Shhh. It’s okay. Keep touching that pretty pussy. Don’t stop, okay?”

She nods again, then starts thrumming her fingers again with one hand. Her other snakes under mine and anchors itself to my shoulder. Every time I move, her nails dig into me, but I don’t mind. The slight bite of pain is enough to keep my ass in check so I don’t lose control.

Finally, her whimpers turn to moans, and I quicken my pace. I lean up slightly, making sure she can keep her hold on me, and find her tits under her shirt in the darkness. I work her flesh in my palms, massaging them, squeezing them, and giving her nipples soft tugs. I’m definitely not used to moving so slowly,but something about it feels even more erotic than anything I’ve experienced.

Blair arches her back, and her hands find the sheets below her. She fists them and cries out quietly, but I need more. “Let go. It’s okay. Let me hear you scream.”

Like my voice is a detonator, she does. Loud, booming moans of her pleasure surround us, and it’s all I need to finally come undone. Pulling out, I shoot my seed across her stomach, coating her pale skin and marking her as mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

BLAIR

The drawn-out chime of a phone ringing has me stirring under the sheets. The sound pulls me from sleep, but the warmth of the bed and the softness of Shay’s body keep me heavy-eyed and unwilling to move. Instinctively, I clench my thighs together and wince at the soreness that vibrates through them.

The ringing stops, and then Shay’s voice takes over. “Hello? Yeah, I can be there in a few… Okay… Bye.”

I wait for the bed to shift as he stands, but instead, he stays where he is, and I let my eyes stay closed. His arms snake around my stomach and pull me toward him. He’s so warm.

“Good morning, Dollface,” he says quietly.

“Good morning,” I mumble.

I turn in his arms and blink slowly to clear the sleep from my eyes, trying to adjust to the soft light filtering through the curtains. I smile when I see his blurry figure still looking as half-asleep as me.

Snuggling into his side, I press my cheek against his chest. “Who was that?”

“Austin,” he replies, voice still thick with sleep. “He and Blake are at the gym and want me to come by. You wanna join?”

I sigh softly. The lingering high from last night makes it hard to think about anything else. “Yeah. I guess we can’t live in this bubble forever, right?”

Shay chuckles, and I feel his chest rumble under my cheek. “I guess not.” He places a soft kiss on the top of my head.

The reality of having to go back to how things were—see our friends’ faces, our parents… It feels like a shift back into something I know has been waiting. It’s not bad, but it’s a reminder that things can’t stay this simple forever.

He shifts beneath me, pulling the sheets off us, and the sudden cool air makes me shiver, but it isn’t enough to wake me up fully. I roll out of bed, stretching my limbs as I stand. The soreness in my legs is still there, but it’s a manageable reminder of how close we were last night.

Glancing to the bed, I see the crisp white sheets tangled with splashes of red and immediately feel embarrassed. I knew this could happen your first time, but I guess I was so wrapped up in bliss I never thought to check.

I look over at Shay just in time for him to catch my eyes and see what I’m looking at. Instead of saying anything, he just flashes me a smile and steps toward the bed.

He reaches around me and swipes the sheets, balling them up in his hands. “I’ll keep these.”

My face is already hot with embarrassment, but I feel my skin tick up a few more degrees. “Keep them?”

He nods, not giving me any more explanation. Shoving them into his duffel bag, he throws me a wink, then picks up his discarded T-shirt from the floor and starts pulling it on. I do the same and find my clothes from last night and step into them.

Once we’re both dressed, we leave the comfort of the room and head downstairs, out the door, and into the parking lot, avoiding the valet.

The morning air is thick and hot, but I’ve kind of grown accustomed to it now. The parking lot is nearly empty, making it easy to navigate toward Shay’s Jeep. He leads the way, the sounds of his shoes crunching on the gravel making the only noise between us.

I slide into the passenger seat, buckle up, and glance over at him as he starts the engine. He gives me a small, tired smile before pulling out and heading toward the main road. The ride is quiet at first. It’s comfortable, but there’s a weight between us.

Finally, he speaks as he keeps his eyes on the road. “So… last night.”

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