Page 37 of Serena
I smile. “Good. Because I’m not done with you.”
“Ian, I told you. I don’t do the cuddling thing.”
“Who said anything about cuddling? Baby, there is no sleeping tonight. I’m going to fuck you until the sun rises. Then we head back home.”
I can’t get enough of this woman. I fucked her all night and into this morning. When I told her she would be sore, I wasn’t lying. I fuck her in the shower, on the kitchen table after we eat room service; I even bend her over the couch in between packing to return home. And because I need my breakfast before we head to the airport, she’s on the kitchen table again as I sit and eat her like she’s my favorite meal.
“Ian, I can’t anymore. I think you broke me.”
I smile as her legs tighten around my head. “Just one more.” I curl my fingers inside her as I suck on her clit. Then I feel her explode into my mouth. “That’s it, baby. One more time.”
“Ohhh god, oh Ian.”
We catch our breaths, then I help her compose herself before Augustus comes up. She’s exhausted, we both are, but I can sleep when I’m dead.
"Sleep on the plane. I’ll make sure you get home.”
“I have to go to Elias’s when I get back. He changed the locks on my door, so I need the keys.”
I hate the mention of another man's name right after she came with mine on her lips.
“Have him meet us at your place,” I tell her.
“Fine, I’m too tired to argue or go back and forth with you.” She huffs and pulls out her phone to text her friend.
The car ride is silent; I turn and see why—Serena fell asleep. I don’t wake her as we arrive at the airport; my private plane is waiting to take us back. Something I wish we could have prolonged. I place her on the seat and buckle her for takeoff. As soon as it’s safe to move her, I carry her to the back, where the private bedroom is located. She’s against cuddling, but as I lay her on the bed, I hold her for a moment longer before I put distance between us.
The flight home isn’t long, and Serena sleeps the whole trip back. I wake her up, but not before watching her sleep for a couple more minutes. Because why not add another level to my voyeurism? She’s very restless when she sleeps. I want to just hold her in my arms, but I don’t want to risk her getting upset with me. I’ve made progress with her this weekend.
We are on our way to her apartment, and I can see her thinking, practically reading her mind, because I know what’s going on in her head.
“I don’t know what happens next,” she says but keeps her eyes looking out the car window. I know what she’s referring to.
“Look at me, Serena.” She turns to face me. “There is no going back. I’m not letting you run. One day at a time, at least for you. I’m miles ahead of you. There is no doubt in my mind that you’re what I want. You won’t admit it, but I’m what you want too.”
“Ian.”
“Don’t. Just don’t say anything. Let’s get you inside so you can get some rest,” I demand. Waiting outside her apartment is Theo. Based on the look he’s giving me, he knows what happened between his husband and me.
“Hey, Theo, I was expecting Elias.” She gives her friend a hug.
Theo seems to be the peacekeeper of the group. “He’s working late, getting things taken care of before our trip.” He looks between Serena and me, but I don’t miss the smile he’s trying to hold back, and neither does she.
“Well, it seems we have a lot to catch up on when I come back from my trip,” he says with a wink. Serena rolls her eyes. He excuses himself, and I lead her into the apartment. There are a couple of changes that were made. For one, she has a new bed; the only man sleeping in it will be me. I had the old one burned along with all the sheets and towels. There will be no trace of another man in this apartment. The couch is a replica of her previous one, which was stained with wine and blood. The television is updated and bigger since I'll be spending time here, and all her glassware has been replaced, and her knives are all as small as her last set. Of course, she thinks that this was done by Elias. That’s the hardest pill to swallow right now.
“I don’t understand what my bed had to do with any of this.” She yawns.
“Well, I have to thank him for that.”
As much as I don’t want to leave her, I need to give her time to rest and process everything that happened over the last couple of days.
“Baby, as much as I want to stay, I’m going to leave. You need your rest, and if I stay, we won’t be doing any sleeping.” I grab her waist and bring her to me. “Remember, one day at a time,” I tell her before I kiss her. She gets on her toes and wraps her arms around my neck to bring me closer so she can kiss me back.
I’ve been avoiding Ian all week. Making myself busy with work, kickboxing classes, and even helping Yuri at the studio. Anything and everything to avoid being alone with him. He was right, the soreness between my legs is a constant reminder of him, fucking bastard. I clench my thighs at the thought of him. It’s worse when he’s in the same room as me. From the look on his face, I can see him thinking the same thing. What was I thinking? That’s right, I wasn’t.
Am I running? Well, yes. I know we said one day at a time, but when he left my apartment, I realized that I wanted him to stay. That is the scariest feeling I’ve had in a long time because I’m depending on him being there for me. The list of what-ifs is driving me crazy. I didn’t tell Yuri what happened between Ian and me. She would list all the reasons why it’s a good thing, hell, great even, but I’m not ready for that. There’s something going on with her, and it’s evident by the state she’s in when I open my front door to find her in tears.
“Yuri, what’s wrong?” We sit on the couch, and I wait for her to talk.
