Page 55 of Absinthe Dreams
"You have to be quiet," I remind her.
She responds by dragging a pillow over her head to stifle her cries. I know damn well we'll probably still be caught, but fuck it. Her dad hasn't killed me yet. If I go out with her taste on my tongue, it'll be worth it.
She'll be worth it.
I use my lips and tongue and everything I've learned about her to bring her right to the brink, eating her like I always do—like a man starved for the taste of her. She moans into the pillow, grinding against my face like the pretty little goddess she is.
Before she can go over, I pull back, dragging my hard cock from my pants. I don't bother taking them off. There's no time for that.
She whimpers in protest…and then groans in approval when I slide on top of her, my weight pushing her deeper into the bed.
"I love you," I whisper, dragging the pillow away from her face so I can see her. I always need to see her, need the reminder that this isn't a dream anymore. It's reality.
As soon as she opens her mouth to respond, I surge forward, burying myself inside her perfect fucking body. Her voice breaks, her back arching from the bed.
We cling to each other as I fuck into her, driving her higher and higher. My lips are all over her, raining kisses and whispering my devotion, telling her everything I get to spend a lifetime saying now.
"Trystan," she moans when she's right there, ready to fall.
"I've got you, princess. I'll always have you." I slip my hand between our bodies, my thumb seeking her clit. The second Ifind it, she jolts beneath me, another soft whimper leaving her lips.
"Love you, love you," she babbles, coming unraveled beneath me with her eyes locked on mine and the truth reflecting in those bright green pools like twin stars.
The hot clench of her body around me pulls me over the edge with her. I make a mess of both of us in the bed she spent years dreaming about me in. And I don't regret a single second of it.
Not even when her mom raps on the door before we even have a chance to come down, telling us that the police are here.
"We'll be right out," I shout back, and then groan as I pull Chloe up into my arms, sliding out of her.
She whimpers when my dick slips free, a look of loss on her face I like a little too much. I soothe it with a kiss, cupping her cheek.
"You good now, princess?" I ask.
"Yes," she whispers, peeking up at me. And then around the room. A tiny smile curves her lips upward. "Did we really just do that here?"
"Uh, fuck, yeah, we did." I pull her to her feet, straightening her clothes. And then set to work tucking my dick back into my pants. As soon as we're presentable, I drag her back into my arms, holding her tightly. "Your dad is going to kick my ass for it."
"Worth it," she whispers, resting her head against my shoulder.
I chuckle softly because she isn't wrong. It was worth it.
Surprisingly, Colton doesn't kickmy ass. By the time the cops haul Donny away for harassment and stalking, it's late. Everyone is tired. But Chloe is safe, and that's all that really matters.
Colton pulls me aside while our moms whisper back and forth with Chloe in the foyer.
"Eli and I will be at her place first thing in the morning to help you pack her shit," he says. "I want her out of here before he posts bail."
"You think he's still going to be a problem?"
"Nah. He was crying like a bitch and apologizing when they shoved him in the back of the cruiser. He's not going to be a problem again." His gaze shifts to his daughter. "But I don't want her stressing out about him getting out and coming after her, either. I want her in Santa Maria with you, where she can pretend the bastard never existed at all."
"It's not your fault, you know."
He shoots a sharp glance in my direction.
"I'm just saying," I mutter, holding his gaze. I've known the man my whole life. Even if he isn't saying it, I know he feels like he let her down. And I know exactly how it feels to carry that guilt. I let her down too goddamn many times. "She doesn't blame you. Don't let guilt eat at you over it. You didn't know he was a fucking asshole. If you had, you never would have let her go to work for him."
Uncle Colton jerks his chin in a nod. "You're right. I wouldn't have." He sighs. "Doesn't make me feel much better about not seeing it, though. I was supposed to protect her, and I failed. One day, when the two of you have kids, you'll understand how that shit feels."
