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The girls and I win a plastic gold trophy to take home, even though for the last half of the tournament I was off my game. I’ve done my best to hide the sick feeling sitting low in my gut, and I don’t think Wren has noticed I was distracted all night.
She sure doesn’t seem to notice now as she and the girls all shriek when we win the final game of the night. Wren pulls Emma in for a hug. I give Spencer and Ally two-handed high-fives, and then Wren is on me. She jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist, throwing her arms around my neck. She leans in and kisses me, finally kisses me the way I wanted to when I first saw her here tonight.
The stuffy, stuck-up version of Wren that cared so much about what other people thought about her? That Wren is gone. In her place is the carefree, wildflower girl I fell in love with. I would say I’ve fallen in love with Wren Miller again, but it wouldn’t be true. Because I never truly fell out of it.
Her tongue parts my lips and finds my own, and a hum vibrates from the back of her throat. It’s all I need for the crashing waves within me to settle into calm ripples. When Wren kisses me, everything else fades away. I pull my lips from hers and kiss her cheek, trailing my lips from her mouth to her neck.
Wren slides down my front, setting her feet down on the floor once again, and turns her body slightly to look over her shoulder at the other girls.
“Hudson and I are going home for a private celebration.”She giggles, dropping her hands and grabbing one of mine to turn me and drag me out of the bar.
I don’t pick this moment to argue.
CHAPTER 35
HUDSON
Our hands areon each other before we’ve even reached the door to the apartment. We haven’t labelled anything yet, but Wren has all but fully moved in with me. Though, she still has her apartment back in the city, and she still hasn’t fully outlined what her plan is as far as a pay check goes. But right now, I’m unbothered, because her hands are gripping my hair, and her lips are on mine, and all I can think about is getting her naked.
Well, somewhat naked.
“Leave the T-shirt on,” I mumble against her mouth, and she smiles against mine.
The door shuts behind us as we fumble around in the entryway. I push Wren up against the back of the front door with a soft thud and catch the back of her head with my hand, firmly gripping the base of her neck as she tilts her head back to kiss me. Her mouth opens in a moan when my lips meet the soft spot beneath her jaw.
My teeth nip at her lightly, a whimper rising from mythroat. The pull I have towards Wren is instinctual, it’s a primal feeling of wanting to ravish her. It’s like our bodies are doing it on their own. When we’re together, I wonder if soulmates exist. I went my whole life being in love with Wren, and I would have spent the rest of my life thinking about her, pining for her, longing for her, had she not shown up here.
Her hands find the hem of my T-shirt and pull up, grazing the soft skin of my abdomen as she peels the cotton off my body. She stands there, looking at me, eyes raking over my torso. My breathing is ragged, heaving. Hers is too, her chest rising and falling in time with mine.
We surface for oxygen long enough that she can admire me, and then she’s back on me, hands groping, mouths twisting together. I run my hands down the backs of her thighs. They’re bare, the hem of her denim shorts only long enough to be appropriate to wear in public, but they ride up further as I hoist her, pinning her against the front door, gripping her legs as they wrap around my waist.
I’m already rock hard, and I press my length to her pussy, lining it up with her slit. I grind my hips on her, cock pressed firmly against her, only two layers of denim stopping me from sliding into her. Fuck, I want to. Wren feels so good when she’s stretched around me, all warm, and wet, and tight.
But there’s something I haven’t been able to get off my mind, a fantasy she planted in my head living rent-free since she mentioned it.
I lift her off the door, taking her full weight in my arms, and walk her over to the bedroom. Her lips never leave mine, our tongues tangled up together until we finallybreak apart, only so I can lay her down gently on the plush duvet. Her hair fans out around her, a dark splash against the white pillow case. Her eyes shimmer in anticipation, plush lips widening into a smile.
I lay next to her, hovering over her as I roll onto the mattress. Wren sits up, propping herself on her arms over top of me, and then kneeling to undo my belt buckle. She nimbly undoes it and slides down my jeans, my boxers, freeing my already throbbing cock. Her hand strokes once, twice, her thumb making a circle on the sensitive spot beneath the head. There’s already a bead of precum forming on the tip, which she licks off with the tip of her warm, slick tongue.
“Fuck, Wren.” I groan, looking down to see her tongue swirling over the smooth, pink tip. Somewhere between her taking my pants off, and sucking my cock into her mouth, she’s shimmied out of her bottoms, thong and all, my T-shirt landing on her thighs and covering her pussy. Jesus, I’m going to bust before I have a chance to do what I want with her, so I gently tug on her upper arm, pulling her up and then guiding her around.
“Turn around,” I manage to grit out as I push my impending orgasm back. She tips her head askance but does as she’s told. “We still have a wager to settle.”
I grip Wren’s hips and yank them backward so her slick cunt is lined up over my face, right as Wren looks back at me over her shoulder. Our eyes meet, and then I bury my tongue in her, licking and sucking her, drawing a gasp from her. I flick my eyes up to see what looks like a pained expression on her face. But this is pure pleasure.
I work my tongue into her folds again, finding her clitand making slow, sweeping circles around it. Wren utters something that sounds like my name. I suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth and release it with a pop sound. Her hips lurch forward until I catch her, bringing her back to my face.
“Jesus Christ,” Wren says, her voice breathy and low.
“If you can manage to utter a prayer, then we’re far from even, Miller,” I say, releasing my mouth from her and bringing my fingers up to massage her lips instead. “Time to pay up.” She flashes me a look over her shoulder again and sticks her tongue out at me before using it to sweep up my length. “Good girl,” I say, landing a firm smack on her ass, and watching her pale flesh turn pink.
She lets out a squeak of surprise but stays focused, drawing me further into her mouth. My tip hits the back of her throat and I moan against her entrance. The vibrations in the back of my throat make Wren’s hips buck forward, and this is how we go. My pleasure driving her own, my reactions causing a mirrored one in her. We’re giving and taking in tandem. Equals. Until Wren’s head snaps up, and she glances back over her shoulder again.
“I’m so close, but I don’t want to come like this,” she says, shifting herself up.
“Tell me how you want to come, Miller. I’ll make it happen.”
“Oh no. I don’t want you to do anything. Just lie down and take it.” She winks at me over her shoulder, repeating my words from the night of the vote. A challenge, one I’m happy to accept. I lift my arms, placing my hands under my head, and lie back while Wren climbs over me, still facing away, butlining herself up so she can slide my cock into her entrance. Her ass looks fucking amazing from here, and I give it another light smack to show my appreciation.
