Page 88 of Shiver

Excitement flutters through me. “Like I said,don’t let me stop you.”

Her eyes shoot up to mine, and she sharpens her gaze before saying, “No sex. That’s the rule.”

“You have lots of rules, sweetheart,” I joke. “But okay, no sex. Just use my body and get yourself off. I’ll just enjoy the show.” I smirk, removing my hands from her and resting my head on my forearms.

She eyes me tentatively but ultimately decides to take what she wants.

I watch intensely as she shifts her weight, bringing the leg from between mine to the outside of my thigh. She straddles me, hovering over my cock before lowering herself down.

“Oh fuck.” I groan, squeezing my eyes tightly shut to clear my thoughts. But when she rests her hands on my chest and starts to grind her hips onto me, I can’t stop the sounds that rip from my throat.

Samara throws her head back, her full breasts straining against her white T-shirt as she takes her pleasure. “Yes,” she cries. “You feel so good, and you’re not even inside me.”

The retort is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite down, restraining myself.

My fists clench under my head. The desire to reach out and touch her, to drag my thumbs over her nipples or sink my fingers into her luscious hips, is overwhelming. My dick is pulsating, twitching with excitement as heat sears through my every cell.

“That’s it,principessa.Take what you want, sweetheart,” I beg. I want her release just as bad as she does.

Her pussy lips hug my shaft through her thin pajama shorts, her wet heat seeping through the thin fabric.

“Oh god.” She moans loudly, her movements speeding up, becoming more erratic as she meets her release. “Yes!” she cries. Her hips continue moving frantically in an attempt to continue the pleasure rolling through her. My hands jut forward, gripping her hips as I take over for her, allowing her to just relax into me, taking what she wants and feeling the ache in her core subside.

When she goes quiet and her body slumps against mine, I have to Kegel a handful of times to will the blood from my cock back into my body. Of course, it barely works with her still lying on top of me.

Samara rolls off, lying beside me. “Thanks,” is all she says, her voice uncharacteristically small.

“Anytime, princess.” I chuckle. And I do mean that.Anytimeshe needs me, for an orgasm or anything else for that matter, I’ll be here at her disposal.

***

I came harder than I ever had in my life in the shower after Samara got dressed and started packing.

We’ll have breakfast with her family, and then we’ll say our goodbyes and head to the airport.

“You almost ready to go?”

“Yep,” I tell her, grabbing my phone off the nightstand as it begins to ring. “Arielle” flashes across the screen, and my heart jumps to my throat. “Hey, I’ve gotta take this. I’ll be ready in a few,” I say, heading outside.

“Hey, Arielle, everything okay?”

“Of course it is, silly.” She laughs. “I just figured I’d call and let you know your kid is doing great.”

My thoughts derail. “Wait, she’s with you?”

“Yeah, Cici has her private therapy session and an hour-long group session this morning, so she asked me to come over and hang out with Gia until she’s done.”

Every muscle in my body begins to loosen. I blow out a deep breath. “Oh, thanks,sorellina.1 I hope Gia isn’t giving you a hard time.”

“Not at all! She’s much sweeter than her father.” She laughs. “Now, tell me how your trip is going! Has Samara finally caught up and decided to allow herself to fall in love with you?”

Shaking my head, I laugh and tell her, “Nobody is falling in love with anyone here.”

That’s dead wrong, and the words feel sour on my tongue. There’s silence for a moment before Arielle says, “You already know you have feelings for her, right?”

There’s no point in denying it, especially when my family is all up in each other’s business. “Yes.” I groan, not loving where this conversation is headed.

“Great, now have you figured out what’s holdingherback?”

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