Page 87 of Pick Six
“It feels… indecent.”
“Indecent? That’s a fancy fucking word for someone whose brain hurts.” I place another kiss to her neck, and she arches back into me. “And I like you indecent.”
I nudge her back toward the jets and this time she doesn’t fight it.
“Spread your legs and lean back into me, Saint.”
She follows directions, and I run my hands over her shoulders. Desperate soft moans escape her, and she closes her eyes as she lays her head back against my chest.
I slide my fingers over her skin, doing my best to stay focused on her and not the way I’m getting harder with every little noise she makes. A moment later though and her fingers seek me out, gently wrapping around my cock and then tightening. I shift next to her, letting myself slip against the side of her hip as she fucks me with her hand and rocks against the friction of the water jets.
I try to keep my hands on her shoulders, stay on assignment, but one of my hands wanders down her side, sliding over her hip and then coasting its way back up, feeling every soft curve of her body. The roll of her hips and the pace of her hand over my cock picks up speed and her breathing is heavy. The way her face looks right now, like I’ve managed to bring her to the edge of bliss despite all the misery she’s had today; I feel like I could come just from looking at her.
She shudders then, murmuring a curse as her release finally hits her and her hand tightens around my cock as she feels it, bringing me to the edge of my own release. She pulls back from the jets, a quiet moan escaping as she licks her lower lip, but she keeps her hand wrapped around me working me closer. I want this from her so badly, but I feel guilty when I know she doesn’t feel well.
“Saint, I’m good… this is supposed to be about you.”
“I want you to come too.”
“Fuck,” I curse as she holds me even tighter. I wrap my arm around her, cupping her breast, and I fuck her hand as she holds me tight, the precum making me slip against her thumb as she strokes the underside of the head. A few more and I’m coming hard against her thigh, several streams of it painting the side of her hip and leg as she slowly releases her grip on me.
I turn her around and kiss her roughly, wrapping my fingers around her neck and continuing to run them over the muscles in an effort to finish the task we came in here for.
She leans into me, resting her head against my chest as I run my hands over her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better. Like I could melt into you.” She smiles against my chest and dots a kiss before she pulls back and looks at me. “Thank you.”
“I think I should be thanking you for how fucking hot that was. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.
“Okay.” She gives me a lazy smile and raises onto tiptoes to kiss me again before she reaches for my body wash.
I could get used to this. Her needing me. Relying on me. Her in my shower. In my bed. Like this is our regular routine when I get in from out of town, with her waiting for me in my house.Ourhouse. Really being mine for keeps.
FORTY-FIVE
Harper
When I geta text at work, I don’t bother to check the name as I open it, assuming from the time of day that it’s Alex. But when I do look down, my heart skips a beat.
Drew
We need to talk.
We’ve said everything that needs to be said.
You need to meet with me and talk. You need to hear what I have to tell you.
I don’t want to hear any more about anything Drew. Leave me alone.
I close my phone and block his number. Which is why when he shows up at the museum several hours later, I’m rattled. This wasn’t the kind of thing Drew normally did. He didn’t insist on talking to me. He didn’t show up at my work. He largely ignored me, if we were being honest about it. Especially if I wasn’t doing something he wanted, he found better things to do.
But his knuckles rap on my door and when I look up, I slide my chair back, my gut churning at the sight of him.
“What are you doing here?” I ask in a hushed whisper.
“You blocked my fucking number, so I didn’t have a choice.” His tone is low and pissed.
