Page 104 of Stitch
“What? Why?”
I had a feeling I knew why, but I let him answer her.
“Because a girl around your age was just raped and murdered and I need you safe. Can you do that for me? Just for now?”
She frowned, picking up her wine glass again and draining it.
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.”That response came from Stitch and Has-Been at the same time, and they exchanged a brief grin. Clearly they’d made things up after earlier, although I sensed there was a bigger fight coming very soon.
“Babe, you guys should get going. I’m guessing I’m doing the same?” Stitch nodded, slapping my ass to try and urge me on my way.
“Has, you guard her with your fucking life, you got that?”
Has-Been didn’t argue, just nodded, and turned to Elise.
“Shall we?” She shot him a glare and marched past him, but I caught his expression as he turned to follow her.Pride. He was proud of her, and I had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t the only thing he was feeling. I had no idea how he’d managed to convince Stitch to let him ferry her around, but it couldn’t have been more perfect.
“Hurry up, babe.” Suddenly Stitch was chasing me up the stairs to my bedroom, and as we heard the door close downstairs, he nudged me onto my back on the bed, and climbed on top of me.
“Kinda feel like we should do the make-up sex thing, don’t you?”
I faked a groan and rolled my eyes.
“Ugh, if we must.”
Stitch
Icouldn’t believe it,but she wasn’t mad at me. She was trying to fake it, but I knew her so intimately already that I could read her pretty well. She was still hiding something, but I’d figure it out. In the meantime, I wanted her wrapped aroundmy cock.
I made short work of our clothes, and pressed inside her, knowing she’d be wet, because she always was.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you before. I definitely don’t believe I’m good enough for you, but I’m too selfish to let you go now.”
Camille smiled, dragging me closer for a sweet kiss.
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, Stitch. I think we both have a bit of a temper, but if it leads to plenty of make-up sex, I’m cool with that. We do have to communicate though. No secrets, no hiding things, I mean, I guess that doesn’t mean club stuff, but the stuff that’s important to the two of us. We need to share.”
I watched her eyes as she spoke, and saw her point. Whatever she was hiding wasn’t about us, so surely I should let her keep that secret for now. She’d tell me when she was ready. It couldn’t break us apart, either way. I tilted her head and dipped my face to her throat, kissing and nipping at her skin, licking it, tasting it.
“You always fucking taste so good, babe. How do you do that?”
“I constantly rub things that taste good all over me.”
I started laughing, my face buried in her neck. Clearly this wasn’t going to be the serious intense sex, but the cutesy jokey kind.
“Seriously? Like what?”
She giggled breathlessly.
“You.”
God yes. “You want me to cum all over you again, and massage it into you, so you smell of me?”
She let out a soft groan, but my mind was already made up. If I did that, there’d be no mistaking that she was mine. Every fucker would be able to smell me on her, and I liked the idea of that.
I wasted no time, moving onto my knees between her legs, and pressing her thighs wider apart. From this position, I had a perfect view of every fucking inch of her. Every squirming, writhing, delicious inch.
