Page 46 of Riot of Autumn

“Fuck. Ruby,” Ezra snarls, his hips pumping harder. “You just got even wetter.”

I’m panting, crying out with each stroke of his cock, and then I’m coming again. This time, Ezra is right behind me, bellowing out my name as he thrusts inside me once more before stilling. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place, as if there’s any worry that I might try to get away. Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, my legs would give out beneath me. He’s fucked the ability to stand out of me.

For a moment, our harsh breaths are the only sound in the room. When Ezra pulls out of me, he makes a guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine. Before he steps away, his hand soothes over my ass cheek, as if he even swatted me hard enough to leave behind a mark. A second later, his lips brush over the same spot and then he stands up straight and moves to the corner of the room. My muscles give out on me, and I flop down onto the couch.

“Did you just kiss my ass?” I angle my head, so my words aren’t muffled by the cushion and get the view of Ezra’s sculpted ass.

Ezra tosses a grin over his shoulder before he disappears into the adjoining bathroom. He reappears a second later with a towel in his hand as he heads back to me. Thank God, because I’ve got a mess going on and I really didn’t want to have to waddle my way to the bathroom.

“If you want to flash me your perfect naked ass, I’ll kiss it any time you want.” Instead of letting me take the towel from him, he drops down to his knees and cleans me up before dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

It’s fucking weird. Ezra’s being all sweet and considerate. Not that he’s not normally a decent person, but I’m so used to him flicking my ear or messing up my hair and telling me I smell like poop. This is jarring to my senses.

Ezra takes the towel back to the bathroom. Is he going to get dressed now and head back to work like this was just an afternoon quickie? The warm glow fizzles out as I ready myself to jump up and pretend I’m good with that. But then Ezra comes back to the couch. With one motion, he scoops me up in his arms and lies down with me snuggled into his side. The level of relief I feel is embarrassing. I’m also slightly amazed that we just boned.

“How freaked out are you right now?” Ezra asks, his fingers playing with the ends of my violet hair.

I tilt my head to look up at him, making my eyes super wide. “Me. Not freaked out at all. My head’s not spinning at the two life-changing orgasms you just gave me. Or at the fact that you just fucked me with your monster dick.”

Ezra throws his head back and laughs, his arm tugging me closer to his side.

“You’re also being overly nice. Insult me or pick a fight or something. I don’t know how to handle this side of you.” I pout, trying to contain the laughter that wants to bubble up in a giddy ball of happiness.

“I can’t. I’m too damn sated to be anything but chill right now.”

My fingers rest over the tattoo I gave him and tangle with the best friends forever necklace we used for his protection spell. I follow the chain until I find the charm, my smile growing. Ezra tips his head down and spots what I’m holding.

“Why aren’t you wearing the other half?”

That feels like a loaded question.

I snort, and a flicker of worry creeps into my happiness. Okay, so orgasms give me approximately five minutes of brainless tranquility. Noted. Yeah, Ezra and I cleared the air about all the misunderstandings in our past, but old fears have been ingrained over years of experience. Before I censor myself, the words every woman knows are a terrible thing to ask, slip out of my mouth. “What are we doing?”

Ezra quirks a brow, dropping his chin to look at me. “I thought we were just relaxing here, without clothes on.”

I groan, both wishing I hadn’t said anything and now also sort of put out that he’s making a joke out of it.

“Are you going to be a dick about all this?” I really should put on a t-shirt, at least for this conversation.

The smile flattens on Ezra’s mouth, and his dark brows pull down. “I don’t know what we’re doing. Do you?”

I stare up at his dark eyes, those gold streaks more visible than usual. He doesn’t look like he’s making fun of me. Honestly, he looks a little uncertain, which is exactly how I feel. I lick my lips, my mouth parched all of a sudden.

I shake my head, a nervous laugh escaping as I answer. “No.”

Ezra smooths my hair back from my face and my eyelids droop. Apparently, that is a calming technique I wasn’t aware of. “What if we see how we do out in the real world?”

“This isn’t the real world?” I know what he’s saying, but I can’t help but tease. It’s too tempting with Ezra.

“You know what I mean.”

I suck in my bottom lip, my teeth sinking in as thoughts punch around in my brain. “So, we’re going to, like, see where things go?”

There’s an anxious gleam in Ezra’s eyes, like he’s waiting for me to jump up and yellpsychat him. His throat bobs as he swallows. “I’d like that.”

“Can I grab your ass in front of our friends?” I grin at him, feeling something warm unfurling in the center of my chest.

Ezra’s hand snakes down my back. He pulls me closer and squeezes my ass in the next breath. “As long as I can grab yours.”

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