Page 45 of It Happened Back Then
I shrug. “He was always concerned about making sure you got opportunities outside of Bluemoon.”
He watches me, trying to make sense of things. I see his mind churning, past memories coming to the surface, I’m sure. He tries to pull me into his lap, but I resist. “Don’t push me away, Blossom. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“Maybe I’ll pick a fight with you, so you get mad and leave.”
He chuckles. “Only pick a fight if we’re going to have makeup sex.” I attempt to push him away but he holds me in place. “Will you please get over this tantrum?”
“Tantrum? I can be mad that your girlfriend keeps butting?—”
“You need to stop calling her that.”
“—into our life. And I can be mad that you aren’t telling me everything.”
He replies sharply, sitting up straighter on the couch, “I’m telling you everything, Blossom. I always have. It’syouwho keeps secrets.”
His words hit like a slap to the face. My chest tightens and my pulse races as the weight of everything I’ve hidden rushes to the surface. Does he know what I’ve never spoken out loud?
His eyes soften and his body relaxes. “I’m sorry. I am telling you everything. I don’t know why she’s still here. I’m not going to France.” He lets out a breath. “It’s just been a long day. Come on, let me love on my future wife.”
I let him take my hand before I push him away and sit up on the couch. I need to get out of this funk I’m in. I have to accept what he’s saying. “I wanted it last night, but you didn’t show up.”
He huffs as I stand up. “I told you I got held up at the restaurant.”
“I know. It’s okay. I took care of it myself.” I shrug, appearing nonchalant.
His body becomes tense, his eyes narrowing. “You took care of it yourself?”
“Yup.” I respond sassily as I walk toward the kitchen.
“You stole from me?” I glance over my shoulder in time to see him stalking toward me. My blood pumps through myveins at the warning tone in his voice. Each step toward me is deliberate and sets my body on fire for him. “You took what’s mine to give you?”
“Bennett!” I shout as he lunges for me. My laughs turn into a moan when he presses his hand against my pussy.
“I’ll give you every orgasm you need. But when you take them for yourself, it only happens when I’m there to watch. Understand?”
I melt into his touch, riding his hand, wanting everything from him. He spins me and pushes me face first onto the island then drops down behind me, pulling my shorts and underwear down around my hips, baring my ass to him.
I barely manage to step out of them before he’s shoving me back down, pushing me forward so my hips are raised up, leaving me open for him. He spread my cheeks, his breath hot against my pussy, then his tongue is rubbing against my clit, two of his fingers teasing me.
“Bennett,” I moan as he latches onto my clit. His tongue laps and flutters, one of his hands squeezing my ass cheek as the other probes deep inside me. He quickly brings me to the edge, and I hover there, wanting it, needing, but right before I let go, he stops. His palm connects with my ass cheek, leaving a stinging heat as he urges me to stand, and then he’s leading me to my bedroom.
We don’t speak and he spins me, giving the kiss I’ve been craving before pushing me toward the bed. I smother my smile as he strips out of his clothes then beckons me forward with one finger.
I smile coyly, sauntering closer, slowly. When I get within reach of him, he pulls my shirt roughly over my head. He cups my breasts before tugging my bra off, his voice rough as he murmurs, “Remember when I warned you about liking things differently now?” I nod, excitement brewing in my belly. “You’re about to find out what I meant.”
He spins his finger in the air. “Turn around.” I do, and he gives me another hard spank before pushing me toward the bed. “Climb on.”
“Wait!” My heart drops to my stomach. “Put a condom on.” I can almost feel his body lock in place, the coldness traveling through the room as I break the spell we were under. Turning, I look at him. “Please.”
He nods and grabs for his wallet again, tossing one onto the bedside table while ripping open another. I watch while he puts it on, and only then do I face forward again, waving my ass at him. “Ready?” I ask softly.
He comes up behind me, running his hands along my back, and my heart soars yet cries at the same time. He leans over me, kisses my shoulder before straightening, his hands gripping my hips, the head of his cock rubbing along my pussy before pushing inside. I’m already dripping for him, but his sudden intrusion makes me gasp. “Oh god.”
He immediately begins a punishing rhythm, his fingers digging into my hips. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes in the room, and with anyone else I'd be embarrassed. But not with Bennett. I’m exactly where I’ve always imagined myself to be; in a position where I let him do whatever he wants to me.
“Are you okay?” He’s panting as he pulls my hair tight in one hand and slams into me.
“Yes,” I moan, my head falling back, neck exposed. He pulls me upright, so my back is flush against his chest, one hand wrapping gently around my throat as he slips his thumb between my lips. His breath is hot against my neck as I tease the tip of his finger with my teeth. His other hand grips my hip tightly, holding me in place as he pounds into me, each movement making my breasts bounce with the force.
