Page 167 of Beautifully Shattered
His eyes shift from where we are joined up to my breasts, bouncing with each thrust, and a moment later, his mouth latches onto my nipple, drawing on me. Drinking from me.
I cry out, the combination of his mouth on me and his dick filling me sending shockwaves through my body, more intense than anything we’ve ever shared. I shatter around him, a pulsing orgasm that seems to last forever until he’s following me over the edge.
“Fuuuck, Angel,” he pants, releasing my nipple and jolting with each ripple of pleasure, his back arching and his head thrown back as he fills me. “I’ve fucking missed this.”
Even as tears sting my eyes, I force them back, refusing to ruin the moment with my messy emotions. I’ve craved being thisclose to Ringo for weeks, and I know my feelings make sense, but I’m just damn tired of crying.
“I’ve missed you,” I admit to Ringo, and his whiskey eyes lock with mine as he leans over me, bringing us nose to nose.
“I know. I get it. I’ve fucking missed you too.”
I smile. “It really makes no sense. It’s not like we haven’t spent time together… doing stuff.”
His lips press to mine in a gentle peck. “It’s not the same as this.” He gestures between the two of us. “Nothing beats getting as close as two people can get. Nothing will ever top that.”
Reaching up, my fingers weave through his hair as I stare into his eyes.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Cam. I hope you know that.”
His smile is small but warm. “I do now. And I feel exactly the same about you, Angel.”
We kiss again, slow and tender, even as I feel him still nestled deep inside me, his release beginning to leak out.
Oh shit.
He’s leaking out of me.
“What?” he pushes back, eyes wide with panic as he feels me stiffen. “What’s wrong?”
“Uhhhh… we didn’t use protection, and I’m not on birth control.”
His face softens instantly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, that’s fine, Angel. Don’t worry about it.”
My brows shoot up, and I shove at his chest. “I’m not ready to have another…” I trail off, unable to even say the wordbabyright now.
“Shit. No.” He shakes his head quickly, gently easing out of me. “I didn’t mean that, Angel. I just… well… I know for a fact Lans has a stash of morning-after pills.”
My shoulders slump as relief floods me, and I finally breathe again. “Ohhhh. Okay. Good. I guess I’ll go ask her for one then.”
He chuckles, helping me sit up. “We should probably talk about this kind of stuff, huh?”
I nod, letting him help me down off the hood of the car, and together, we start cleaning ourselves up and slipping our clothes back on, the comfortable silence between us making the moment more intimate.
“Where the fuck did you get that from?” He nods at the pink, sparkly dildo lying forgotten on the workbench.
“Jols.” I snicker, unable to hold back my grin, and he rolls his eyes.
“Of course. Should’ve known.”
“I think your sisters were in on it too,” I add, giggling as I scoop up the dildo and toss it back in the bag.
“Great,” he mutters with a scoff. “Just what I need. Lans thinking she orchestrated me getting laid.”
I giggle again, but the sound is cut off by a piercing scream tearing through the air outside.
I’m running before I can blink, my feet carrying me like a bat out of hell towards the sounds of Tahli’s screams as I burst from the garage and sprint across the yard.
Marx men are already ahead of me, charging in the same direction, and I hear Ringo shouting something behind me, but none of it registers. My mind is focused on only one thing.
