Page 91 of The Fantasy League
Keeping himself inside of me, he held me to his chest and took me with him as he rolled onto his back. Pulling the gray sheet over the top of me, I nestled against his chest, still coming down from the high that consumed me.
“I love you, Red.”
“I love you,” I murmured back to him, feeling achy and exhausted yet completely content.
* * *
I wokeup from a short nap and slipped out of bed to go to the restroom before sneaking down the stairs—still naked—to grab two glasses and fill them with water from the spout on the fridge. With both glasses in hand, I ever so slowly tiptoed back up the stairs, careful not to slosh any water on the steps.
Walking back into Abel’s room, I placed a glass on his nightstand first, then walked over to mine. Once I set it down, his big arm curled around my waist and dragged me back to bed, pressing my back into his front.
He absentmindedly threw a blanket over me in his half-woken state and I melted back into him to bring us closer.
There was something about the way his hands lingered on my skin, even while he was sleeping, that filled my entire being with warmth. And not in a sexual way either. Okay, fine… maybe a little bit. But it was more than that.
It just felt…right.
TWENTY-FIVE
ABEL
Sunlight creptthrough the windows and I dragged Scarlett up on top of me and she instinctively curled up against my chest. Our breaths synced together, and I trailed my hands leisurely up and down her back.
She stirred awake above me and began moving her hips so that her bare pussy was rubbing against my hardening length.
Abruptly stopping her movements, she lifted her head up to look at me with a displeased expression. “You lied to me, you know.”
“About what?”
“You said that I’d be the first person you’d tell once you were able to tell someone.”
That’s what she was thinking about while she stroked herself up and down my cock?
Regardless, she was right. Technically, I told Lea before I even told my own mother, which made me feel like a dickhead of a son. Not to mention the fact that I told the fucking tabloids before I ever officially told Scarlett too. Who knows how many people the article was passed through before she saw it.
October hadn’t known anything other than the fact that I fucked up and needed his help, which was a good thing because the guy couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut. He would’ve told her before I ever even got the chance to.
“I hate that I didn’t,” I told her honestly, slumping my shoulders. “But I tried calling at least a dozen times but it went straight to voice mail.”
“You’re right because I blocked your number.”
“Would you have answered the door if I showed up at the pool house?”
“Nope.” She laughed. “If you had, I would’ve called security patrol and told them you were trespassing.”
“I’m sorry, Red.” I pressed my lips against hers. “So fucking sorry.”
“Just promise me that from here on out I’ll always be the first to know.”
“Everything.” I pressed open-mouth kisses against the side of her neck.
“I should really make you grovel more for this.”
“How about I make it up to you by making you come on my tongue?”
“…Deal,” she said with a thrilled smile.
I rolled her over onto her back and trailed kisses down her body while she fondled her breasts. My tongue danced against Scarlett’s folds until her impatient moans begged for me to extend her mercy and suck her clit between my lips.
