Page 76 of Petals of Blue: Part Two
"Roman!" she screeches and swats at me. "This isn't what you're supposed to be doing."
I thrust, pleasure shooting through every fucking inch of me. "You can warm me upafterI have my way with you."
"Oh," she moans as I continue fucking her into the couch. "I didn't expect this show of dominance."
I quiet her with my tongue in her mouth and my teeth nipping at her lips. With her heels digging into my ass, Blue urges me on, even clawing at my back.
She rips her mouth away from me and begs, "I need....I need..."
"What do you need, Petal?" I growl, swiveling my hips as she reaches between us to flick her clit.
With pink cheeks and lust-filled eyes, Blue opens up to me even more. "More. I can't without touching myself. It's specific..."
I nod, understanding her dilemma, and give her hand some space to rub herself to completion. My woman knows what she likes, what she needs; there's no reason for me to challenge her right now. Especially not when she begins to tighten and thrash beneath me.
Incoherent cursing fills the space as pressure builds. "Fuck! Blue!" She comes, screaming my name as I spill inside of her. Throb after throb, our connection grows.
"Next time," I rumble, holding my weight off of her, "you wake me up when you have a bad dream."
"Okay," Blue sighs happily, snuggling closer to me. Her face even disappears a little in the large sweatshirt she still wears.
I make a mental note that Blue is much more agreeable after an orgasm.
Fifty-One
BLUE
Pacing has become an incredibly annoying habit. My feet hurt like a bitch all the time.
I'm getting sick of not being able to drive myself anywhere. Felix made me promise when we left the hospital almost two weeks ago now that I wouldn't drive for a month.
His uncle Jim expressed moderate concern about the impact my concussion might have on my ability to drive, and Felix fuckingranwith it. I still don't know why the hell I agreed.
Declan offered to bring me to work with him so I could hang out with Violet and just be in my own space for a while, but I declined. It was a strange moment for both of us, but he kissed me and told me to enjoy my day before he left.
I could see the question in his eyes:why wasn't I itching to get home?
Which leads me to why I'm pacing in the parking lotoutside of their townhome. Forcing my feet to stop, I turn and take in the house.
When did this place start feeling like home?
I've been here for a little over a week, and whenever I think about leaving or moving back to my apartment, I panic. I don't want to leave.
The guilt that follows is crazy. I should want to go home and live with Violet again, right? But I can't imagine not being with the guys every night and every morning. They are becoming...home.
Frowning at the townhome, I come to the realization that it might not be theplacethat makes me feel like I'm home, but the people who live there.
Honk!
I jump, my hand flying to my chest as anxiety steals my breath. Shit, another good reminder that I need to figure out how to get into therapy.
"I'm sorry, hun!" Clara shouts out of the window. "I didn't think..."
With a deep breath, I jump into her passenger seat and offer her a smile. "It's okay. Just startled me a bit."
She pats my knee and shifts the car into reverse. We've been texting a lot this week, mainly just getting to know each other again. As a teenager, I wasn't very interested in asking adults questions, but I've come to really love Clara. She's obviously an awesome mom, but as an individual, she's a damn queen.
"Still thinking pizza?" she asks over the soft music of the radio.
