Page 20 of Finally Yours
I rub the globes of her ass with my palm, and she whimpers. I can feel the water sluicing down my back and hitting my stomach, but I can only focus on her. She wiggles her butt again and I smack one cheek, making it bounce. She cries out.
I slide my finger along the crack of her ass all the way to the slit of her pussy and feel her shaking. “Are you ready, Lyla?” I whisper, “Are you ready to be taken from behind by me?” I nip lightly at the shell of her ear. “I’m going to take you hard, so hard that you’ll feel me at work all day.” I slide a finger inside of her and she gasps. “You’ll be walking around in those damn scrubs all day feeling me between those legs of yours. This pussy will be aching from all the work I put it through. Is that what you want?’
She nods frantically and I add another finger.
Her hips buck back, searching for me, searching for my big cock. I pull my fingers out and slap her ass again, reveling in the sound of her moan after. Water slides down my body and ontohers and I trace a droplet onto the small of her back. She moans again, and shakes her hips, waiting for me.
I line my cock up against her pussy, already anticipating the moment I’ll sink into her.
I decide to claim her then, to take her like she’s mine, since she is. I choose to ignore the voice in my mind that tries to remind me that this is probably temporary, like all things are.
I push deep inside of her and abruptly pull out. Again and again, I pound into her, until I have to place a hand around her waist to keep her upright. She’s screaming now, as I take her from behind and feel her tightness envelop me.
I bend my knees and keep going, pushing into her with all I have and watching my cock disappear into her wet heat again and again.
“I’m coming!” she screams finally, and I pull her back against me with more force.
I want to feel her break. I want to feel her fall apart against me.
Her body shakes as she finally lets go. I feel her gush against my cock and that’s when my release starts.
I roar as my cock releases load after load into her.
“Fuck, fuck,” is all I can say afterwards. I barely manage to hold myself and her up long enough to reach the bed. We splay on top of the bed sheet, wet and naked.
I reach over and stroke her arm. “Never,” I say quietly. “I’ve never felt that way before.”
She’s still for a long time until she finally prompts herself up on her elbow. “I know you don’t want to hear this,” she says softly, “but I love you. I think I’ve always been in love with you.”
She bites her lip and I try not to look away in panic. There’s a warmth inside of me at her words, but there’s also a lot of…anxiety. I don’t know if I can say it back because in my world reallove has never existed. I don’t want to make her promises I can’t keep.
I trail my finger along her cheekbone. “I care about you, Lyla. I care about you a lot.”
Her face falls and I immediately regret my words, but I don’t add anything. I can’t. She sighs and curls up beside me. We don’t talk that night about any of it and we don’t make love again. I simply hold her and she very so simply lets me.
Chapter Twenty
Care, care…care. I’ve said the word twenty different ways and it doesn’t sound any better to me. What the hell did he mean by it? Overanalyzing this man’s words will be the death of me. -Lyla
Lyla
“He cares about you a lot? What the hell does that mean? I mean, I know Asher is old, but that sounds like something you say to your eighty-year-old grandmother, not the woman you’re sleeping with.” Reina’s sarcasm makes me shrug my shoulders.
“I know, I know. It’s awful, isn’t it?” I ask in an annoyed voice. “I might as well have confessed my love to a tree or any other inanimate object. The man was stone, girls, pure stone.”
Sophie gives me a sympathetic smile. “Maybe he really meant it in a very positive way. Maybe the words are just hard for him. They were for Liam. Took forever for him to finally say them.”
I bite my lip. “But now I’ve thrown the words out there. I can’t take them back and I don’t want to. I love him.” I blink away sudden tears. Isn’t love supposed to make you happy? Why does everything have to be so damn hard?
“Because that’s life, I guess. Life’s a bitch sometimes, and that makes the happy times all the better, I suppose.” The philosophical statement from Reina gives me pause. She’s right,I guess. I just wish the sucky times in life weren’t…so damn sucky.
I take a sip of my now cold coffee. We’ve been sitting in a coffee shop for over an hour analyzing Asher’s words. As for the man in question, he acts like nothing is wrong. We watched a movie together last night at my house, and he was as sweet and affectionate as ever. But I was twitchy. I wanted to say the L word again. Now that the cat was out of the bag, I wanted to say it all the time. But I also didn’t want to watch his face grow that terrible shade of purplish red that it did the other day or hear his “I care about you a lot” speech again. That was freakin’ embarrassing.
“You know what, girls?”
They both shake their heads in unison.
“I think we should stop discussing the sad state of my love life. I mean, I’m getting great sex, so it’s not all bad. But we’re sitting in this coffee shop talking about a guy when we could be talking about other aspects of our lives. More important, your lives. I feel like all the time has been spent on me lately.” I turn to Reina. “How’s the wedding planning going?’
