Page 47 of Dearly Unbeloved
I pull her through it, licking and sucking and devouring every last drop of her I can get until I feel her hand smoothing over my hair. Sitting back on my knees, I let my gaze rake over her. Her body is limp, her skin flushed pink.
“Thank you,” I say, whispering without meaning to. Without the sounds of her breathy cries, therustling leaves and fluttering wings of the birds flying around the forest feel too loud, too close.
Rose chuckles, her voice hoarse. “Thank you?Shit, I don’t know what to do with you.”
“You could take me home and fuck me,” I suggest boldly, and Rose just shakes her head, a sleepy smile on her face.
We’re quiet for a moment—Rose with her neck extended, her eyes closed, facing the sun, and me on my knees, like she’s a goddamn altar. Finally, she clears her throat and sits up, grabbing her phone from the picnic table.
She squints at it and sighs. “Do you have service?”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and nod. “Yeah. Why?”
“Because we should probably let the others know that we’re leaving before I take you home and fuck you, don’t you think?”
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God forbid we add a little color to our living room with some flowers. Not everyone likes living in a showroom. - S
P.S. 66? This is the longest three months.
The second Sierra steps over the threshold into the apartment, I kick the door closed and press her up against it. I had to fight the urge to get her to pull over no less than a dozen times on the drive home.
Being eaten out on a public trail wasn’t on my radar for the day, but holy shit, I’m pretty sure it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. And then shethanked me.I never expected this side of Sierra, but I like it. Well, I like what it does for me, anyway. I don’t like Sierra.
Her eyes are wide as I press my forehead against hers, my lips brushing the tip of her nose.
“You’re driving me crazy.” I don’t mean to say it, and I don’t sound happy about it. I’mnothappy about it.
For two weeks, all I’ve been able to think about is touching her. Kissing her. Making her come. For two weeks, I’ve successfully avoided letting her touch me because I know it’s going to wreck the modicum of self-control I’ve been clinging to.
Well, goodbye, self-control.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not,” she replies, her warm breath tickling my face.
“You like driving me crazy, huh?”
I lift her sweatshirt, and she gasps as my fingers graze her waist. They’re ice cold, but they warm up quickly with the heat of her skin.
“It’s what I’m good at, isn’t it? Driving you crazy, honey.”
There’s that word again.Honey. I thought she was saying it to deliberately piss me off, but I’m not sure. Her eyes flash, for a split second, like she’s pissed off at herself because she didn’t mean to say it.
I catch her lip between my teeth and she groans, her eyes fluttering closed. At normal times, I couldn’t pay Sierra to do what I want her to, but when I have her like this? She’s putty in my hands.
“Shoes off,” I tell her as I pull her away from the door and kick mine off with difficulty. Sierra tied my laces before we left the hike, and she must have been a Girl Scout or something, because they’re the most secure knots I’ve ever seen.
With both of our shoes off, I make her sweatshirt my next priority. As I pull her through the apartment toward my room, I leave a trail of her clothes allover the floor like breadcrumbs. Thank god the bunnies are tucked up safely in their gated area of the living room.
I push her onto my bed and lean down, making quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans. “Lift,” I say, hooking my thumbs in the waistband and pulling them off.
“In a rush, Cannon? You’re awfully demanding today.”
Demanding, desperate… What’s the difference?
“Do you want me to slow down?” I ask, hoping like hell she’s going to say no. The hour I’ve been waiting to get my hands on her already feels like an age, but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable.
