Page 81 of Adrift

“I can’t stop watching you.”

“Darian?”

I slow down, wondering if I’m going too hard on her. “What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head. “No, please. Please don’t stop. I just,” she breathes, “I just wanted to know if it feels good for you, too. I don’t feel like I’m doing much here.”

I fight a smile. “You’re fucking heaven, Rani. I could come in an instant.”

“Okay, good,” she muses, softly. “Because this is something I could get addicted to.”

My balls ache to pour into her, my abs dancing as I plunge inside. She’s already someone I’m addicted to. “Is this better than coffee?”

“It’s a close call.”

At that, I press my thumb against her clit, laying over her to place my mouth on her shoulder. I increase my pace, rotating my hips when she convulses. I feel her pulsating around me as she milks my dick and moans out her release. Her hips push into me as her body takes over, giving in to the building need inside her. She comes so long, it elicits my own orgasm.

I groan, pumping inside her, seeing flashes of light behind my lids. “How about now?” I growl into her ear, panting. “Still think it’s a fucking close call?”

I collapse before rolling off. She’s heaving into the pillow, trying to catch her breath, her back glistening over my sheets and her arms splayed out over the pillow. I’m sure there are famous paintings of such beauty displayed in museums around the world.

“Definitely on par with an expensive whipped mocha.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Rani

“You need to go,” I mumble against Darian’s mouth. “You’re going to be late.”

“You’re right.” He slides down to my neck, kissing it. “I need to go. You’re making me late.”

I giggle, attempting to push him off with my hands on his chest but fisting his shirt, instead. His hands splay over my ass as he presses his growing erection into me.

I hear the pitter-patter of Arman’s feet get closer. He’s making his way into the kitchen. “Darian.”

Darian must hear him too because he grumbles, disconnecting from me, “Fine.”

I’ve been in Tahoe for close to six weeks, and it’s been a little more than a week since Darian and I made things ‘official.’ While we decided that we didn’t mind letting our families know, the opportunity just hasn’t really presented itself. I did tell Melody and Bella, however.

God, if anyone wants to know what it feels like to have their eardrum punctured from high-pitched squealing, they should have been there the day I revealed my relationship with Darian to my friends. I could barely understand them for a good five minutes because I don’t think they even took a breath.

To say they were ecstatic would be like calling the Empire State Building a little hut. They were over the moon.

What was it like? How was he in bed? Did you love taking a ride on Poseidon’s trident? Did he churn your waters? Oh, my God! We are so happy!

Arman comes into the kitchen, holding his toy airplane in the air. “Mas! Plane!”

He’s been walking almost on his own and has even started running–well, more like speed-walking. It’s been a little crazy to watch him make such progress, and so quickly. It’s almost like something out of the Matrix–he goes to sleep and then wakes up with new skills and a newfound confidence.

I kneel down to him, splaying out my palm. “Ooh, let me see. Is that the new airplane Uncle Garrett got for you?”

Arman smiles at it, zooming it over my palm and grinning up at his dad.

“I think he’s going to be a pilot like his uncle Garrett,” I state, winking at Darian. He’s finishing up his smoothie, watching my interaction with Arman.

“As long as he can be a pilot and manage Truckee Sports, I’m fine with that.”

I whisper in Arman’s ear, knowing Darian can hear me, “Your daddy has some big dreams for you, little man.”

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