Page 104 of Road Trip to Forever
“That was…” I trail off and break into a grin. “You made me come.”
“Yeah.” His ears turn red and he dips his chin. My shy and respectful best friend is back. “I did.”
“And it didn’t feel weird.”
“No,” he answers, his mouth pulling up in the corner. “It was anything but weird.”
I sit up and look between his legs. He’s still hard, and I wrap my hand around his cock, giving him a gentle stroke.
“I like knowing you’re hard for me,” I say. I circle his head and drag my fingers through the pre-cum I find there. “I like knowing I affect you.”
“Lola. I’m out of my mind for you. Affect doesn’t even scratch the surface.”
He thrusts his hips and my hand works up and down his length. Just like our first kiss, it makessense,and the rhythm of finding what he likes is easy to learn. My palm runs from the base to the tip, back and forth in quick movements.
“I can’t wait until you’re inside me. I can’t wait until you fuck me. Until you make me yours,” I say, adding a twist of my hand. I bend from my hips and lick his shaft, mouth closing around his head, and that’s when Patrick snaps.
He pulses in my grip and lets out a long groan. His shoulders roll forward and his arm shoots out, using the wall to stabilize himself so he doesn’t topple over. I pull off his cock just before he finishes, and Patrick covers my hand and my stomach with his release as he groans again.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, gasping for air. “Fucking hell.”
I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick away the mess he left behind, swallowing the remnants. His eyes turn molten, following the swipe of my tongue with ragged interest. “Delicious,” I say.
“You’re trouble.”
“You like it.”
“Lola, that’s the fastest I’ve come since I was in high school. Of course I liked it.”
“We should’ve been doing that for years,” I say.
“We never would have left the apartment,” he answers. “You’re too distracting.”
Patrick drags me to the shower, where he proceeds to scrub my my arms and my legs with a bar of soap. He crouches to his knees and kisses my thighs and my hips, telling me my body is beautiful and a thousand other affirmations I vow to hold close to my heart forever.
When we climb into bed and shut off the lights, we don’t sleep, staying awake until the morning hours as the sun rises outside the windows. We talk. We laugh. We hold each other close because we finallycan, and I know then that I am never going to let this man go.
TWENTY-NINE
PATRICK
“Good morning,”I whisper, dropping a kiss to Lola’s forehead.
She looks like an angel in the white sheets, her cheek in her hand and her eyes blinking open.
“Morning,” she answers, exhaustion around the edges of her greeting. “What time is it?”
“Earlier than you like to be up.”
“Why the heck are you awake?”
“I guess I’m just excited to be next to you.” I brush a lock of hair away from her face and laugh when she scrunches her nose.
“Cheesy, but that line worked,” Lola says. “You made my heart all fluttery.”
“Fluttery. There’s an adjective I haven’t heard before. I’m taking it as a good thing.”
“A very good thing. Maybe you’ll see it in a crossword puzzle one day.”
