“Fuck Em Only We Know” Banks
The silhouette next to me is finally quiet.
AJ has been shifting all night. Every so often it woke me and I had to remind myself this wasn’t a dream. The contours of the body next to me were, in fact, the contours of AJ Jenkins. And AJ Jenkins wasn’t just a body, he was the other half of me. If I look close enough, the edge of his shadow is a perfect fit for the hole existing in my soul.
Well, had been existing.
Bright sunlight filters in and lights up a chest that only God could have sculpted. Not even CrossFit could be responsible. I have to talk myself out of leaning in and licking him. Not that I think he’d mind much, but I’ve never woken up next to AJ with nothing to do and nowhere to run off to. This calls for something special. Maybe breakfast in bed. Except I can’t make much more than cereal. I giggle at the various memories of charring the pots and pans themselves.
“What’s funny, Lamb?” AJ reaches for me and pulls me to his chest.
“Pancakes.”
“Please don’t burn down my house.” We both laugh while woven around each other.
I shake my head where I’m tucked into him, wondering why he let me make coffee that first morning.
“You’d think with the fancy-ass food science school you went to, you’d be able to make something decent.”
“Coffee.”
“That coffee…” he laughs. “…was incredible. Any way you’d make some today?”
“Sure.”
I’m not ready to get up yet but I find myself wanting nothing more than to make AJ happy. I push away from him and brace for the frigid air. Just before I flip down the comforter, AJ pulls me back. Seamlessly he pins me underneath him and presses his entire insane body to mine. His tongue traces the seam of my lip before he kisses me hard, then licks and nips at me.
“Kind of hard to make coffee down here,” I whisper beneath him.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he snatches my lips back up.
And his erection against my leg is far more exhilarating than a cup of coffee. Everything about AJ is. Sex has never been as good as it is with him. He can read me like a book and surprise me all at once.
Whether he’s figured out how much I like when he bites my nipples or it’s just a happy coincidence, I’m not sure. When he snatches one up and his big palms come to my ribs, I don’t honestly care.
Jay always held me by the ribs as if he was trying to keep me together, but now AJ has his way with my tits. Jay and I had sex, but AJ takes me. There’s so much that warms my heart, reminding me of before, but there’s so much new that my toes curl. When I groan and stretch beneath him, I hit a discarded Louboutin and my moan mingles with a giggle. My heart soars, my body feels free with him.
As soon as I push on his shoulder, he knows what I want and rolls over. All the covers fall away and I’m on display for AJ. He swears under his breath and his eyes go wide. Every inch of my body flushes. His complete and utter want is fuel to this new blazing fire I’ve found.
I wouldn’t tattoo smoke on my body today. Today I’d get full-fledged red and orange flames that lapped at my bones the way AJ does.
Without a single hesitation, I slip onto him and my hips begin to roll and glide. My thighs burn and my fingers curl into his pecs. He throws his head back and his hands slide from my hips to the bundle of nerves between my thighs. An absolutely mind-numbing rhythm has me arching back toward his knees.
AJ’s other hand is everywhere, anywhere, and my skin simultaneously goose bumps and blazes under his touch. The world around me glows in the sunlight filtering through the window. My insides are exactly the same.
When AJ’s thighs flex and bunch beneath me, I know he’s close. When he circles me deftly, pleasure crashes through me and shoves me over the edge. My voice gets lodged in my throat, and my knees dig into his hip bones as waves churn through me. Waves from an AJ orgasm are so delicious I can only describe them as warm honey. I manage to keep gliding up and down on him for a few precious minutes, just long enough for him to shoot into me.
He comes far louder than me. He groans in such ecstasy that the ripple starts rolling again through my body. His hands claw in, holding me in place as he finishes. A very real heat floods into me as I sit gasping, balanced on top of him.
For a moment, there is nothing but ragged breathing filling the air. Then the soft whisper of AJ’s hands across my thighs barely breaks the silence.
My answering smile makes my cheeks hurt. When AJ starts laughing a soft husky laugh, I collapse down onto his chest and let the sound rumble through my bones.
“Can I just say it?”
“What?” I twist up to look at him, keeping his cock inside me.
“One good thing came out of being apart.” He’s smiling every bit as wide as me.
“Oh? Do tell.”
“You got way better at that.”
I laugh lightly and his fingers start to trace along my spine.
“Unless I’m mistaken, the same can be said of you.”
Oh good God, could it.
“You think so?” There’s a positively mischievous smirk curling his lip.
“Well…” I can’t help but play with him.
“Oh, I’ll show you.” AJ rakes his hand up my back and weaves into my hair. He unapologetically yanks on my locks and I moan as my mouth is left open and waiting for him. He rolls his hips roughly against me and watches as my face contorts with another purr of pleasure. “Oh hell yes will I show you.” He leans up and locks lips with me.
He kisses me so roughly that it messes with my senses. I can’t feel my fingers or toes, my lips are on fire and my heartbeat whomps through my ears. Those heartbeats barely mask a woman’s voice.
A woman’s voice?!?!
AJ drops his hold on me and lurches up to grab the comforter, colliding into me instead.
“Hey AJ, I’ve been trying to call,” Trigg hollers from the living room. “I’m so sorry. So unbelievably sorry.”
We both swear and I twist back and forth when I realize what AJ’s trying to do.
“No one can find Cam but as soon as we do, I’m going to make it right.” Her voice is just down the hall.
We’re chest to chest, scrambling, and AJ’s still deep inside me when footsteps reach the door.
“Oh, shit!” Her stutter step is an exclamation point on her expletive.
It’s too late, but AJ manages to finally find the edge of the comforter and yanks the fluffy down over me as we both flop back to the mattress.
“Guess we know where Cam is.” Trigg’s voice is thick with amusement. “Merry Christmas, you two.”
“Merry Christmas, Trigg,” AJ says exasperatedly. I echo him, my voice completely muffled by pecs and fabric.
I want to die.
Mercifully I’m completely covered by the blanket. My smile turns up at the realization that AJ probably did that on purpose, knowing I’d want to kill myself from embarrassment and be desperate to burrow away. The way he remembers these little things make the mind-blowing sex even more special. I can’t help but wiggle a little bit on top of him. His hands fly to my hips as though I’ve tickled him and he’s doing what he can to stop me.
There is a soft plop and the comforter next to me is suddenly tight against my skin.
“Found your phone when I was shoveling new snow this morning, Cam.”
“Thank you,” I say softly, still muffled, still hidden.
“It was under the bench out front. Stop sitting upside down on things,” she scolds. “Unless AJ’s into that kind of thing.” She’s completely unconcerned that we’re still scandalous beneath the covers.
“She can sit on things however she wants,” AJ defends me even though I’m pretty sure he’d issued the same warning that first night. I turn and kiss his skin beneath my lips and his hand wanders up my thigh automatically in response.
“Surprised you don’t want to charge it up and flip it on. There’s got to be a million messages from Seattle on there. You’ve got a business to run, woman.”
My breath catches. AJ’s hand flinches against my skin. Before this moment, everything has been about us. Can we, or can’t we move from the past to the present? Neither of us has thought to look at the future.
And like all the times I’ve forgotten to look where I was going, I’ve tripped and smacked into something awful.