Page 119 of Broken Trails
By round three, she was on her stomach and I was behind her, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip like she might vanish if I let go. And fuck, when I pulled out and watched her arousal drip down her thighs? I’d have gone a fourth time right there if she hadn’t dropped to her knees in front of me and sucked me clean like she was starving.
Didn’t even ask. Just looked up at me with those wicked eyes, ripped the condom off, and wrapped her mouth around me like she’d done it a hundred times.
And I was gone.
Absolutely fucked.
No one’s ever done it like that. Soft tongue. Hollowed cheeks, taking me to the back of her throat without flinching. She kept going even after I warned her. Eyes locked on mine when I came. I’ve never moaned that loud in my life.
“Jesus,” she mutters now, lifting her head. Her hair’s a mess. Her cheeks flushed. Lips still kiss-bitten from where I worked them over. “I can’t believe I let you do that.”
I smirk, brushing a thumb over the edge of her jaw. “Do what, exactly?”
She narrows her eyes. “Eat me out on the kitchen bench while Sprinkles sat there watching.”
I grin. “She was not! She wassleeping. And I wiped the bench after.”
“You were sosmugthe entire time.”
“I wasn’t smug.” I stretch one arm behind my head, fully unashamed. “I was focused. Very committed to the task.”
She groans and drops her head back onto my chest. “You’re impossible.”
“Nah,” I murmur, dragging my fingertips lazily down her spine again. “You just like me too much. Admit it.”
Her fingers curl against my stomach. “You wish.”
“I’d say I believe you,” I say, lips curving, “but Ididmake you hum like a vibrator, so…”
She groans, burying her face in my chest. “Stop talking.”
I laugh, and the sound vibrates through both of us. She’s warm everywhere. Damp with sweat and still a little flushed. Her skin’s sticky against mine, but I couldn’t give less of a shit. I just want to keep her here a little longer. I want herclose.
Silence settles again, but it’s the kind that doesn’t feel awkward. “How are you feelin’ this morning?” I ask. My voice is quieter now, not teasing anymore.
She shifts a little, her thigh still draped over mine. “Sore.”
“Sore’s good.” I nudge her gently. “But that’s not what I meant.”
She doesn’t answer at first, just chews the inside of her cheek, lashes lowered. I reach out, tip her chin up with two fingers, and wait until her eyes meet mine.
“Any regrets?”
“No. I just…” She pauses, and her brows crease slightly. “It’s a lot to process right now.”
“Well,” I say, trying to keep it light, “that didn’t sound convincing at all.”
Zoe huffs a breathy laugh and rolls onto her back beside me. “I’m not lying. I don’t regret it.”
“Good,” I say, rolling onto my side so I can study her properly. “So whatisgoing on in that pretty head of yours then?”
She’s quiet for a second. “I need to talk to my mum.”
That one catches me off guard. I don’t know what to say to that. Not just because it’s fucked up—her own mum entertaining a chat with her ex like it’s no big deal—but because I can tell it’s not just about the call. It’s abouthim. Liam.
And now I’m lying next to her, wondering what he said. What else her mother said. If it rattled her. If she still feels like he’s got power over her, even from a distance. I lean in anyway, brushing her hair back behind her ear, then press a kiss to her neck. Just because I can.
Because I know it makes her breath stutter. Because I want to offer something solid, even if words don’t feel like enough right now.
