Page 40 of Bewitched By the Siren
“Thank you for beingyou,” she whispers, and before I can respond, she dips her head to seal her mouth over mine.
My hands find her hips, kneading her flesh as she rocks against my growing erection. She breaks off our kiss with a groan, then leans over to yank open the drawer on my nightstand. Fishing out a condom, she rips the wrapper open with her teeth before plucking out the condom and pushing herself up so she can reach between us.
My eyes squeeze shut with sweet ecstasy as she strokes me a few times, then rolls the condom on before lining me up with her entrance. My breaths come in short bursts as she lowers herself slowly, her inner walls squeezing and pulling me deeper and deeper with each second that passes.
When she’s fully seated and rocking back and forth gently, I reach up to cup her cheek, saying, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Hali. In every way.”
“So are you,” she breathes, then rolls her hips, making me groan with how amazing she feels.
We move together, chasing that ultimate high, and the only thoughts swirling through my head are about how this is right where I want to be. Of how I never want to leave this bed. Howperfect everything is in this moment, a perfection I’ve never felt and never dreamed of actually experiencing.
Hali moans as her inner walls clench down around me, and her orgasm sets off my own release without any forewarning. My grip on her hips tightens as I grind her down against me, letting her pussy milk my cock until it’s relieved me of every last drop.
When she collapses against my chest, I wrap my arms around her and hold on tight. I don’t want to let her go.
Ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Hali
Memoriesof my time in Brendan’s bed yesterday circle through my mind as I sit on the couch, sipping some juice, my free hand fiddling with my shell pendant. I didn’t want to open myself up to him, but looking back now, I can see it was inevitable.
Ilikehim. A lot.
And even thought the logical side of my brain knows why he’s here and that it’s only temporary, the romantic, flighty side can’t stop dreaming of some sort of future with him in it. I’ve never felt this way, before. I’ve never held onto this kind of hope.
But what hope is there, really? Even if Brendan were to give everything up to stay here with me––which is a pipe dream, really––I could never make it work with him. Honesty is the foundation of any successful relationship, and that’s the one thing I can’t give him.
I can’t be honest about my true nature. At least, not any time soon. It would take years of trust to lead up to that revelation, years that I’d be lying and breakinghistrust in the meantime. Plus, how would I even hide it if I wanted to?
No. It’s an impossible situation.
I snap out of my thoughts when Denny rolls Mom into the living room. Plastering on a wide smile, I thank him after he says goodbye to her, then watch as he leaves through the front door. When I look back at Mom, she’s staring at me with a knowing look in her eyes and a half-smile.
“What?” I ask, then avert my gaze and hide behind taking a long gulp of my drink.
“You like him.”
“Denny?” I ask, hedging. “Of course, I do. He’s a cool guy.”
“Hali.”
I flinch at her impatient tone, then blow out a long breath. “Yes, I like him.”
There’s no use denying that I know exactly of whom she’s speaking. Or denying that she’s right. She knows me too well.
“It doesn’t matter, though,” I add quickly. “He’ll be leaving soon, and I’ll never see him again. It’s better this way.”
“Why is it better? I don’t want you to be alone,” she says, the strength in her voice fading.
“I’m not alone. I have you,” I say, and she shakes her head.
“I don’t know how much longer I have,” she murmurs.
“Mom. Stop.”
I don’t want to hear it. I don’t even want to think about it.
