Page 46 of Forget me Knot
“Right,” Lily says, clapping her hands together. “Back to work, I suppose. Jack, those roses really do need pruning if you’re up for it. Sam, you’re welcome to hang around, but don’t feel like you have to. You probably want to crash after the night shift.”
“It was dead,” I announce loudly so Jack can hear me. “Managed a few hours of sleep. Could do with a proper shower, though, if you don’t mind?”
Lily giggles and catches Jack’s eye before looking back at me, “Only if you don’t mind pink towels and berry-scented shampoo.”
I chuckle. “Oh, you underestimate me, dear omega. I have a bag full of manly towels and shampoo in my car.”
Her giggling gets louder, and it drives a bolt of lust straight to my cock. I want to bury my face in the crook of her neck and draw in her scent while I slide my dick into her pussy, filling with slick, just for me.
Clearing my throat as the image is too much to bear, I excuse myself to grab my bag and then allow Lily to lead me upstairs to her flat and let me in.
Lily opens the door, her scent enveloping me as I step inside. Vanilla and lily, with a hint of something uniquely her. My cock twitches again, and I force myself to focus on neutral things like the carpet and the view from the window.
“Bathroom’s through there,” she says, pointing to a door. “Make yourself at home.”
“Thanks,” I mumble, heading straight for it before I do something stupid like pull her into my arms and kiss her senseless.
Inside the small bathroom, I take a deep breath, trying to calm the raging arousal coursing through me. The decor is simple but lovely – just like her. Pink towels hang neatly on the rail, and there’s a bottle of berry-scented shampoo perched on the edge of the bath as advertised. Shaking my head, I strip off my clothes and step into the shower, letting the cool water wash away the night shift daze and hopefully give me my senses back, which seems to have left me in the lurch.
As I lather up with my own shampoo –a distinctly manly pine scent – my thoughts inevitably drift back to Lily. Everything about her is intoxicating. Her laugh, her smile, the way she fits so perfectly into both mine and Jack’s lives. And that giggle… fuck, it brings me to my knees.
I rinse off quickly, not wanting to be away from her for too long. Wrapping one of my black towels around my waist, I walk into the living room with my bag and head for the bedroom to get dressed. She said to make myself at home, and to be fair, the bathroom is pretty tiny. Trying to get dressed in there would result in knocked elbows and knees.
I come up short when I see her rooting through her drawers for something. She glances up, and then her mouth drops open when she sees me still damp from the shower and dressed only in a towel.
Lily’s eyes widen, and I swear her cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink. “Sorry,” she stammers, looking away but not before giving me a once-over that sends my already-fragile self-control plummeting. “I didn’t realise you’d be out so quickly.”
“Fast shower,” I shrug, trying to play it cool even as my heart races.
She nods. “Just grabbing some things to take downstairs. I’ll get out of your way.” She starts to move past me, but there’s not much space between the dresser and the bed. Our arms brush and it’s like an electric jolt straight to my core.
“Lily,” I say softly, capturing her gaze with mine.
“Yeah?” Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her breathing shallow as she looks up at me.
“I...” My words falter as I fight the urge to close the distance between us completely. She’s standing so close I can see the flecks of gold in her green eyes, the way her breath catches each time she inhales. The air thickens with tension, and the scent of her growing arousal almost drives me mad.
“Sam,” she murmurs, leaning in just a fraction closer.
That’s all it takes for my restraint to snap. I drop my bag and reach out, pulling her against me before I shove her against the chest of drawers, which rocks precariously. Her gasp is swallowed by my lips as I kiss her with all the pent-up desire I’ve been harbouring. She responds instantly, melting into my embrace and tangling her fingers in my hair. The towel around my waist drops as my cock goes so hard the end doesn’t stay tucked in at the waist any longer.
She moans, her hand wrapping around my cock and giving it a squeeze that makes me growl. She purrs into my mouth, and I pick her up, placing her on top of the drawers as my hands find the waistband of her shorts.
With one swift motion, I pull down her shorts and knickers, exposing her glistening pussy filled with sweet-scenting slick. My alpha instincts roar to life, demanding I take her right here, right now. But I pause, looking into her eyes for any hint of hesitation. What I see instead is pure need.
She bites her bottom lip, almost as if she’s fighting back the same primal urge that’s consuming me. “Please,” she whispers, her voice shaky with desire.
That’s all I need. I grab my cock and rub it over her clit, teasing us both. She lets out a whimper and wraps her legs around me.
“Fuck, Lily. Your scent is driving me wild. I need you. I need this. Fuck,” I mutter as I finally push into her, groaning at the tight heat that envelops me. She claws at my back, pulling me closer as I start to thrust slowly, savouring every sensation.
Her breaths come in ragged gasps, matching the rhythm of our movements. “Sam... oh, God,” she moans, arching against me as my cock hits just the right spot. Her scent is intoxicating, mixing with the raw aroma of sex and filling my senses until all I can think about is making her come apart in my arms.
I pick up the pace, driving into her harder and faster, watching as she unravels before me. Her eyes flutter closed, and she clings to me desperately, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. The chest of drawers tilts back, but I keep hold of her, slamming into her harder, faster, soaking my cock with her slick. The knot at the base of my cock throbs, but it isn’t time for that yet. I’m close, really fucking close, but today it won’t happen. I growl again, gripping her hips as I pound her sweet pussy hard, the little whimpers of her pleasure making my cock even harder.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“Sam!” she cries out, and then it happens.
