Page 61 of Everything In Between
He stills for a moment, letting me adjust to his length and his girth. Even the feel of him unmoving, is doing things to my headspace.
I close my eyes and rock my pelvis against him, searching for that friction again.
Hayes obliges me andfinallystarts moving again.
He hits me deep, in just the right place, and I have no doubt that I’m seconds away from exploding. Hayes pushes himself off me, bracing himself on his hands until he hovers over me.
Our eyes lock, and the intimacy of the moment hits me square in the chest. He doesn’t look away, taking in the pleasure he’s giving me written all over my face. He must see something in my expression because something shifts in his amber eyes and a devilish smirk appears on his lips.
“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, honey?”
His dirty talk is sinful, enticing. And it brings me closer to the edge.
I fight it, hoping to prolong this moment for a little longer.
Hayes is having none of that, though, and he uses one of his hands to start strumming at my clit, bringing me to the edge and catapulting me over it.
I explode around him, unable to fight it any longer. I catch a glimpse of Hayes’s eyes again, fast on mine. There’s something behind those eyes that I haven’t seen for a long, long time. Something I’m not sure either of us is willing to put a name to yet.
With those thoughts lingering in the back of my mind, I squeeze my eyes shut and let the wave of pleasure take me under.
Hayes follows shortly after me, slumping his weight against me once again as his orgasm hits. He buries his hands in my hair and holds me close, his lower half gently rocking into me as he rides out the rest of his pleasure.
When he pulls out, I immediately miss the feeling of him and silently wonder to myself how quickly we can do it again.
Hayes hops up and returns a moment later with a wet cloth. Without saying a word, he spreads my legs, using the warm cloth to clean me up. When he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth aside and presses a kiss right below my belly button.
It’s such a tender gesture that it makes my heart hurt.
I reach for him, and he settles on the ground next to me, circling me closely against him and tucking the blanket around us. When I settle my head on his biceps, he tangles his fingers in my hair, drawing my head back so he can kiss me deeply. I toss one of my legs over his hip, using my heel to pull his body closer to mine so we can keep this cozy warmth between us.
The fire continues to crackle in the fireplace, and we drift off to sleep with the scent of each other on our skin and the presence of each other in our hearts.
TWENTY-TWO
jersey
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 16
“Here you go, sweetheart,”Hayes says as he rounds the kitchen table to deliver me my coffee refill. He kisses my cheek before taking the seat next to me.
I’m humming lightly to myself, staring down at my notebook and clicking my pen repeatedly. “Thank you.”
Hayes props his chin on his fist and leans his elbow against the table, trying to get a closer look at what I’m writing. I cover the paper up with my hands and stick my tongue out with him. “What’s this one about?” he asks.
“My dad,” I give him the short answer.
Hayes purses his lips. “You haven’t really told me much about your dad.”
“It can be hard to talk about sometimes.” I look back down at my notebook where I have notes scrawled about ideas for some of the lyrics. “He passed away when I was fourteen. Developed an aggressive form of cancer which took him so quickly we hardly had time to process it all.”
“I’m sorry, Jersey.” Hayes shakes his head. “That’s awful to have to go through that at such a young age.”
“It was hard, but it gave me a sense of drive. My dad was always one of my biggest fans when it came to wanting a singing career. I think a lot of why I took the risk and started singing at open mic nights was because of him,” I explain. “My mom was all for it too, knowing that my dad always believed in me.”
“I’m glad you chased after that dream,” he says, running the backs of his fingers over my cheek.
I lean into his touch. “Me too.”
