Page 38 of Absinthe Dreams
But she doesn't. How can she know that she makes me feral, makes me crazy, and makes my world perfect at the same damn time? She's always been a dream, something out of my reach. Now, she's here, on my lap, dripping on my cock.
I don't just love her. I idolize this beautiful, wild girl.
"Let go for me, princess," I whisper, my lips against hers and my thumb against her clit. "Let me feel you come alive for me."
She pants my name, writhing on the edge, so fucking close.
My teeth in her skin send her tumbling.
My name whispering from her lips drags me with her. I give her everything, whispering gratitude against her flushed skin the whole damn time.
When she finally comes down, she sprawls across me, her breath a soft whimper in my ear. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. For long moments, neither of us says a word.
And then Thanos notices my balls.
"Whoa!" I grab his collar when he attempts to shove his face between my knees to see what's happening down there. "Hell no, Thanos. Those aren't for you."
Chloe buries her face in my throat, her shoulders shaking, as I push him away. He grumbles at me like he's asking how the fuck he was supposed to know that when I'm waving them in his face, and then stomps off to the center of the yard.
He throws himself down on his side, all dramatic huffs and side-eyes.
Chloe laughs again, peeking up at me.
"Don't look at me like that," I grumble. "This is your fault."
"My fault?" She blinks at me. "I didn't do anything."
"Little liar." I press a hard kiss to her lips. "You came out here without panties, looking like a goddess. I'm not responsible for anything that happened after you crawled onto my lap."
"Fine," she smirks. "I'll take credit."
"You mean blame."
"Sure. If that's what you want to call getting orgasms." She shrugs, her expression light. "Please continue to blame me for them."
Christ, she's perfect.
I kiss her hard on the mouth again, and then settle back, just content to hold her while she steals my coffee mug, sipping it like it's hers.
"I called your dad this morning."
She freezes with the mug halfway to her lips. "W-what?"
"I told him about Donny."
"Trystan…"
"Wait, please." I place my fingers over her lips, hoping she gives me a chance to explain before she kicks my ass. She grumbles and then jerks her chin in a nod. But she's still tense on my lap, still pissed.
"He needed to know, princess," I say softly. "This isn't something you should have to tackle without his guidance. He loves you. Hewantsto protect you. I know you don't think you need it, but maybe, just this once, let him have this."
"I don't want him to go to jail."
"You really think he'll risk leaving you, your mom, and your sisters like that?"
"Yes." She scowls as soon as she says it, her shoulders slumping. "No. I just…" She chews on her bottom lip. "Is he mad?"
I understand what she's asking…what she's really so damn afraid of. And that breaks my fucking heart.
