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“I’m fine. Sorry for choking,” I say, feeling my cheeks warm with embarrassment.
Henry cups my face, shaking his head. “I don’t care. Are you okay?”
I nod, smiling to reassure him. “I’m good. Actually, I have an idea . . .” I trail off, wondering how insane he’s going to think I am for this. I resume stroking Henry, making sure I haven’t made a complete disaster of this.
“What?”
“You said my lips were yours to fuck. I want you to fuck them,” I say, forcing the words out of my mouth before I can second-guess myself. Henry’s mouth falls open in disbelief.
“Are you sure?”
“Happy Birthday, Henry.” I open my mouth, and Henry rests his hands on the back of my head, looking at me with so much tenderness, it makes my heart beat faster in my chest as he slowly enters my mouth. He’s careful at first, trying to be gentle, but that’s not what I want. I grip his thigh tightly, silently communicating as I look up at him that it’s okay, as my other hand slips into my panties, feeling how drenched I am.
I’m prepared this time when he hits the back of my throat, moaning as I play with my clit.This is incredible. Better than I thought it would be.I close my mouth around him, moaning and Henry increases his pace, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Does it turn you on to have my cock in your mouth?” he asks, pushing and pulling my head to make himself feel good.
“You’re taking it like such a good girl,” Henry says through clenched teeth, his pace slowing to hold my head down, forcing past my gag reflex as my eyes water. He loosens his grip to massage my scalp, and I breathe in quickly through my nose as I hold the position. My jaw begins to ache, but I push it to the back of my mind as I squeeze his thigh, humming in ecstasy as I fuck myself with my fingers. “Are you okay to keep going?” he asks, and I moan my unintelligible response causing Henry to smile and wrap my hair around his fist.
There’s control in relinquishing control.
“I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you look drooling all over my cock after asking sonicelyif I’ll fuck your sweet lips.”
He’s ruining me for anyone else, and he has no idea.
My fingers move faster, matching Henry’s urgency as his hips jerk erratically while I chase my peak. I’m not sure if Henry’s still speaking or if I’m moaning that uncontrollably, but I don’t dare close my eyes. I want to see everything.
“Mirabelle, I’m about to—” Henry tries to pull away, but instead, I pull him close to make him come in my mouth as his thighs shake under my touch before I let him go to fall apart myself. I come fast and hard, as Henry drops to the ground next to me, brushing my hair out of my face to press his lips to my forehead.
It feels almost perfect.
The only thing that would make this moment better, is if any of it were real.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Henry
I GLANCE AT the doors to the training room, waiting for Mirabelle to come storming through. I think she might actually try to kill me, but I don’t think I care if it means she’s safe.
I grunt in exertion as my muscles scream at me to listen while I bench press more weight than I probably should be doing midseason. Crosby eyes the weight skeptically. “Price, you sure you should be doing this much weight? I thought Coach said to go light today,” he questions, helping me rack it as I sit up.
“He did, but it’s fine. I’m done for the day, thanks for spotting me.”
“No problem, man. Got your back any day,” he says, passing me a towel that I throw over my shoulder. “Hey, isn’t that your girl?” Crosby asks, pointing at the storming figure I have been expecting any minute for the last half hour. She had meetings all morning, and I knew she wouldn’t have a chance to speak her mind until now.
“Yeah.”
“She looks mad.”
And then I see the shadow I hired indefinitely behind her.Good. Sam said Tom would be able to keep up with her.
“Mira’s fine,” I say, but now that I can see the rage on her face, I’m a little worried.
“Henry Joshua Price, please tell me you did not hire a guard to follow me around without talking to me first!” she shouts, causing some of the other guys to shake their heads at me while a few others who know her father turn away to laugh.
“No,” I answer. “I hired ex-military.”
I got in touch with Sam, the bodyguard her parents hired after the Olympics, to explain the situation with her parents’ house and that she thought someone was in our backyard, to see if he thought I was overreacting. It made me feel better when he told me I’d done the right thing by reaching out to him, but he was currently working with pop star, Scarlett Ashford. He called in a favor to give me the name of a friend he had served with during his time in the Army who he thought might be a good fit. Sam also wished me luck, after warning me Mirabelle wouldn’t be happy about this—as if I hadn’t already considered that.
“You have no right,” Mirabelle says, stopping to look down at me. Tom lingers a few feet away, dressed casually to avoid drawing attention to himself, but nice enough to still look like he belongs.
