Page 67 of Loved Out Loud
“Are you gonna cum with me, little Archer?” He pants as he asks the question. “You should see how well you take me. Fuck. You were made for me, swear to fucking god.” He groans as I shatter around him again. My walls squeeze him until I feel theunmistakable surge of his orgasm. The heat of his release fills me until he sighs and pulls out.
I collapse onto the bed, turning my head to watch as he walks into the bathroom, pulling the condom off. I can’t move a muscle. All I can do is wait for him to come back.
“I think you fucked me into a catatonic state,” I mumble when I feel the mattress dip.
He chuckles. “Can you at least lift your hips? I need to get you cleaned up.”
I do as he asks, my chest squeezing as he runs a warm washcloth over me. The warmth soothes any lingering pain. After he’s done, he tosses it aside and pulls the covers up over us. My eyes drift closed after I roll over and snuggle against him, falling into a deep, sated sleep.
Twenty-Two
STONE
Hazel sitscross legged on the couch in the living room of our suite, balancing her fruit plate on one bent knee while her laptop is open and balanced on the other. She traps her lower lip between her teeth while she looks over something Sierra sent her. It’s actually wild how normal this all feels. The thought of being separated from her, even by walls, makes my skin itch. I want her near me all the time.
She picks up a piece of watermelon and slips it into her mouth. After she finishes chewing she sucks the juice off her fingers absentmindedly. My mind immediately goes to the memory of her on her knees sucking on something a lot more enjoyable.
I have to shift in my chair to hide myself adjusting my dick. I’m so obsessed with her it’s not even funny. I should be concerned about our age difference. But I just don’t see the nine year age gap as a problem. I’m sure she doesn’t either, especiallywhen the other douchebag she’s been seeing is even older than me.
Speaking of him. I have some thoughts that I think she should consider. Hopefully she’ll be receptive.
“Can I ask you something?” I ask quietly.
She looks up and gives me a smile. “Yes.”
“Have you sent what you have written to your editor to check through?”
Her smile falls. “No. I think I need to rework it before I do a check-in with her.”
“Can I read what you have so far?”
Her lips part to say no, but I cut her off with a raised hand.
“Hear me out.” I wait until she closes her mouth to continue. “I just think you need more of an opinion before you abandon the work you’ve already put in on it. Especially on the word of someone who is likely a bit envious.”
By likely I mean is for sure. You’ll never convince me otherwise. He may have Hazel fooled, but I guarantee he’s planting seeds of doubt purposefully. Why else would he have torn her work apart like that? There’s no doubt in my mind.
“I’m not ready to send it to my editor. That’s not really how it works anyway. I usually just send the entire manuscript at a deadline they give me.”
“Let me read it then.”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t bullshitting you when I said I loved your first book. I ate it up so fast I didn’t even leave my kitchen island until I finished it.”
“I don’t know if I trust you to be honest.”
“That’s understandable.” Even if it stings. “But as a fellow creative, I think I could provide sound advice and feedback. I might just write music, but it is still writing.”
“What you do is amazing, Stone. I have nothing but absolute respect for your talent. I’m just nervous about letting anyone see my work. It’s not a reflection of how I feel about you.”
I’d love to slip down that line of questioning right now, but her career is more important.
“I’ll be gentle.” My lips tilt upward in a slow smile. “Please.”
I see the moment she relents. Her shoulders loosen, and she sets the plate on the coffee table. She walks over with her laptop open and hands it to me after pressing a few keys.
“Here you go. I can’t watch people read my work, so I’m going to go take a shower. Come find me once you finish reading.”
