Page 66 of The Red Zone
That sound.
It unfurled something deep, something primal inside me that I couldn’t put words to. Whatever it was, I craved it.
Dropping down, I burrowed against her neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin I knew would elicit more of those heavenly noises from her.
I worked my hips, finding the usual hard, steady rhythm that I knew she liked. That was until she gripped the side to my waist, urging me to go slower.
“Can you…” Mae’s words trailed off.
“Do you want me to be gentle, baby?”
She nodded, giving me a shy smile that was unlike anything I had ever seen from her. This girl showing me her soft side? I loved it.
“Okay, then let’s be gentle.”
I slowed down my pace, and instead of going hard and fast, I went deep and slow. Filling her completely with every stroke as needy moans broke free from her throat, echoing off the walls around us. Mae ran her nails up and down my neck as she pulled me in, pressing her lips to mine.
If I didn’t have a job, I’d stay in this bed and kiss her forever. Spending days, weeks, committing every inch of her mouth to memory. Picking up on all of her little antics, like how she’d bite my bottom lip to throw me off guard, so she could take dominance.
The two of us inched closer to our orgasms together, and as we got close, I thrust deep into her one more time. Switching to small movements of my tip rubbing against her g-spot while my pelvis brushed against her clit.
Mae gripped the back of my neck harder, deepening our kiss as the tension between us exploded, and our bodies shook together at the same time as we both came to a climax.
Fuck.
I didn’t know a feeling like that was humanly possible.
We continued to kiss while I stayed inside her, and the only thought in my brain was that there was something different about this time. There was something different about us—about me.
That wasn’t just sex.
Whatever it was, a thousand times of it would never be enough.
TWENTY-THREE
MAE
“Where is she?”
Abel nudged his head over to the couch where Scar was curled up into a ball with blankets piled on top of her. Without hesitating, I walked over to the couch and plopped directly on top of her.
The second October pulled through the neighborhood gate after going to a nice breakfast together, my phone buzzed with a call from Scarlett, but it was Abel’s voice on the other end of the line asking me to come over as soon as I could. Something about Scarlett missing her period and thinking she saw a faint line on a pregnancy test, although she took a few more to be safe and they all came back negative.
“How are you holding up?”
“Fine.” Scarlett sniffled. “I just—I don’t know—I got scared.”
“How many tests did you take?”
“Three…” she answered, but the lie was written all over her face. I narrowed my eyes, trying to get her to squeeze out the truth. “Jesus Christ, so maybe it was five. And my period started not even half an hour later. Can you believe that?”
We both let out small laughs.
“I love him…” There was a softness in her voice that tugged at my heart strings. “And he’d be such a great dad. But I’m not ready to have a kid yet. I mean we’ve only been together for a few months.”
“I know.”
“Are you and October… you know?”
