Holden
She loves me.
My heart is ready to combust its swelled up so damn large. I cradle her in my arms and brush my lips across her bare shoulder, savoring the taste of my sweat and hers mixed on her skin. She smiles up at me as her fingers stroke the hair on my chest.
“What are you thinking?” I ask her.
“That this feels right. You and me. The rest of the world be damned. But…I hate that you’re married. I hate that Ezra lives here. I hate that in a few days this perfect cocoon will disappear. Then we will be back to stolen glances and touches.”
I inhale through my nose then exhale through my mouth. My nostrils flare at her words. “We aren’t sneaking around. This is the end of the line, Conleigh, I won’t share you. And I sure as fuck can’t sneak around like school kids. Tomorrow you’re moving your shit across the hall to my room. Tomorrow Reese will be served with the divorce papers if she hasn’t been already; we both should have signed them years ago. And when Ezra gets back, we are telling him the truth, together. He can stay until he finds a place, but I already promised his room to Wren.”
Her eyes gawk at me and she blinks. “You what?”
“Been thinking on a lot of shit. I’m ready to make changes but I can’t wait for life to happen or it will pass me by. I gotta take chances. This is it for me. I want a life with you. I want to be with you and I don’t give a damn who likes it or not. You make me so fucking happy. You’re like my own personal ray of sunshine. I want to make you happy. I want you to write your heart out and chase your dreams, Conleigh. I just want a life with you.”
Before she can reply to agree or to argue. Bailey is knocking on the door. “Hey, Con. Wren made pizza and I was wondering if I could bum something to sleep in.”
“Tell her no. I want her naked,” Wren shouts, sounding as though he is further down the hall.
“Give me a minute,” Conleigh tells her. She starts to get up and I pull her back down.
“I’m not finished with you.” I bite her shoulder and she smiles.
“I’m hungry,” she says looking at me with a sexy smirk.
“Then I’ll feed you.”
Her brow raises. “I need real food.”
“I’ll feed you that too,” I promise.
She sighs and snuggles into the bed. I think to myself, that’s right, baby, rub our sex all over his bed. Maybe I’m a dirty fucker but so be it. I know I’d pay any price to keep her.
Picking my towel up from the floor, I secure it around my waist. Then I go over to the dresser and look back at my girl. “Which drawer has your sleepwear shit in it?”
She smiles lazily at me. “The third one.”
Turning back around, I take out a tank top and pair of shorts and hold them up for approval.
She nods.
“I’ll be back with your pizza.” I grin at her.
Bailey stands in the hall waiting.
“Glad to see you listened to me,” she gloats.
“So, you like my brother, huh?” I smirk and hand her the clothes.
Her eyes light up. “He’s got personality.”
“Take it easy on him, killer. He’s been through a lot.”
“He told me,” she says, surprising me.
“Really?”
She nods and whispers, “Yeah. Believe it or not we’ve been in there talking. Unlike you.” She pokes my chest with a laugh.
“Cool.”
“Yeah, really cool.”
“What’s taking so long?” Wren yells from the living room. He stretches over the back of the couch. “You better not be trying to invite her in bed with you two. I like this one.”
Bailey crinkles her nose and shudders. “Eww,” she mutters and I am not offended at all.
“That feeling is mutual,” I tell her and she shakes her head going to the bathroom to change. I go across the hall to grab a pair of shorts.
In the kitchen, I’m grabbing a few slices of pizza and a couple beers. Wren joins me.
“Bailey, man. I dig her.”
I laugh. “She’s perfect for you, man, just don’t lead her on. She’s Conleigh’s bestie.”
“Don’t plan on it. Want to take it slow and not rush into shit. I’m still working on me and she gets that. I’ve been upfront. I’m not even trying to hit that. But you have been in there tearing that pussy up. I bet they could hear that bed thumping into the wall across the street.” He smacks my shoulder and laughs.
Bailey calls for him from the living room and I head back down the hall.
I take the food and drinks to my room. In Ezra’s room Conleigh is laying in bed on her phone.
Snatching the phone from her hands, I look down at the screen. She’s texting with fucking Ezra.
I suck in a deep breath and try to get a grip on my jealousy. “Why are you talking to him?” I thumb through the conversation.
“He wouldn’t stop messaging, Holden,” she snaps and grabs the phone back from me and powers it off.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, meaning it. “I’m crazy about you, baby.”
She smiles faintly.
“Come here,” I tell her and she lets the covers fall away and comes straight into my arms.
Picking her up and cradling her like a baby, I carry her to my bed. Our bed. I love the sound of that.
We lay next to each other feeding one another bites of the pepperoni pizza and sharing a bottle of Bud.
“I want this every night.”
“Me too.” Conleigh tops off the last of the beer and rolls over, snuggling her head in the crook of my neck.
I draw lazy figure eights on her arm and kiss her forehead.
This is perfect and all I need.
Her with me.
Her fingers skim along my torso, groping and exploring the contours of my body.
My cock twitches when she strokes the top of my thigh.
“You’re sensitive here, huh?”
“A little,” I admit.
“Hmm…” she smirks and wiggles down until she is eye level with my dick. Her velvety lips kiss the head sensually.
I grip the sheets, balling them in my fists. She is trying to kill me.
She winks at me and glides her tongue along the shaft, slow and skillful. Its torturous and erotic. One hell of a turn on watching her. She takes her time flicking her tongue against the ridges until she finally comes back up quickly to the bulbous top, taking just the tip between her lips and sucking me to the roof of her mouth. She moans and my hand goes to her head.
“Fuck, baby. That feels so good,” I encourage her to keep going, plucking her nipple between my fingertips. Her eyes are hooded as we watch one another. She keeps her leisurely pace and I match it, thrusting ever so lightly against her mouth, fucking her parted lips slowly, going deeper every time.
When I’m close to nutting, I pull her back by her hair and shove her to the foot of the bed by her shoulder.
Satisfied with her position, I hook my arms under her knees and repay the attention. Taking my time, licking her slit from clit to ass, tasting my essence on her and loving it. Her hips arch and she squirms, but I spread her lips and nip at her clit. Teasing the rim of her ass with my finger, I apply pressure there but don’t push in.
“Holden,” she calls out my name in a sultry prayer.
I ignore her plea and continue to taste and tease her swollen pussy, using my tongue and my fingers on her. Her fingers dig into my scalp, nearly drawing blood as she grinds against my mouth. I inhale her sweet scent and bury my tongue deeper inside her, licking and sucking until her orgasm peaks. Her juices coat my tongue and I keep licking and sucking until she’s begging me to stop but I coat my finger with her sweet wetness and stick it in her ass, as she jerks and the walls of her ass squeeze my finger tight.
And just when she screams out that she can’t handle anymore, I take away my fingers and my mouth and she whimpers. I look down at her as I line my dick up with her greedy pussy and I know I will never tire of this. I want to give her this every damned day. Morning, noon, and night. Who needs anything else but that gorgeous smile that is spread across her face.
Driving my cock home in her sweet pussy that was made for loving me, I pull her with me, as I go back on my calves. Her legs hook around me as she impales herself on my cock. Her teeth shred into my shoulder as I hold deep inside her daring her to move.
That whimper I love to hear rips from her throat as her body trembles against mine then I move her hips, guiding her and she rides me hard and fast until I shatter, splintering into a million pieces, exploding my love deep within her walls.
Her hair clings to her neck as my lips find hers never wanting to let her go.