“So close. So close.”
“Come with me. Please.”
“Rae, fuck.”
My head fell back as he groaned out into the room. His hands held me steady, my body attached to his. I felt him filling me with his mark. Thread after thread, triggering my own release. My eyes rolled back. Stars burst with delight against the darkness. I gripped his forearm tightly, feeling him shaking underneath me. His arms brought me back. My forehead fell to his shoulder. I whimpered and shook, my orgasm never-ending as his cock continued to fill me.
While my heart surged to life for him.
“Oh, Rae.”
I sighed. “Clint.”
He kissed the shell of my ear. “I love you so fucking much.”
Tears rushed my eyes. “I love you, too.”
We fell to his bed and curled up against one another. I gazed into his eyes, watching as he smiled brightly at me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I reached up and wiped away a few beads of sweat. He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me again, allowing his heat to linger.
Then Clint sighed.
“We should go see Mike, you know.”
I furrowed my brow. “Now?”
He nodded. “Now. We all need to talk and fix things before next week comes.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think he wants to see me right now.”
“Maybe not. But he won’t come around unless you keep coming around. We can remind him that there’s still a bit of summer left. We can still end things on the right note.”
“Mmm, I don’t know if that’s going to work.”
“We can pick up his favorite drink along the way. Snack, too.”
I wrinkled my nose. “That terrible bubble tea shit?”
He nodded. “And Doritos. The man’s got weird taste in food combinations, but it’ll soften him to our arrival.”
I narrowed my eyes playfully. “You made plans with him, didn’t you?”
“My phone’s been vibrating off the hook since you came into the apartment.”
I giggled. “Thank you for giving me your time.”
“You’ll always have it, if you want it.”
“I want all of you.”
“Then you have all of me, Rae.”
His words filled me with happiness. More than I thought my heart could handle. But he didn’t back down from his plan. We were going to see Michael, whether I wanted to or not. He rolled out of bed and I groaned. I was able to take a quick shower before I had to pull my nasty pants back up my clean legs. Clint loaned me another shirt. But that didn’t do much for the damp bra sitting against my skin.
“I need to take a cab next time,” I murmured.
Clint snickered. “Or just call. I would’ve come and picked you up.”
“Noted.”