Wren: She’s good for you. I think you should tell her everything. She could...
That’s all the preview shows, and as much as I want to read the whole message, I refrain. But I can’t help but wonder what there is to tell. I like the fact that the friend he trusts is telling him that I’m good for him. Maybe...
I can’t think about maybe. It’ll hurt too much.
Chapter 12
RYE
My name tears through her lips like a curse, and she rakes her nails over my chest as I continue fucking her from underneath. I kiss her hard, swallowing her sounds of tortured pleasure, waiting for the second orgasm to sweep through her body.
The second her walls clench around me again, I find a dizzying release, holding her to me as my legs stiffen, and I thrust up and hold myself deep within her.
“You’re going to be late for work,” I mumble against her cheek as she pants heavily on top of me.
“You woke me up an hour early,” she groans. “I’m not going to be late. What are you doing in my bedroom so early? Again?”
I frown as she slaps the alarm clock that is just now going off.
“I thought you had to be in at eight,” I say as my hands start sliding up her body.
I never wake up early, but that has changed these past few weeks. She rarely spends the night. Usually I have to trick her into it, but I love being in bed with her when she first wakes up.
So, I keep showing up, dragging my ass out of bed with the sun, and watching her sleepy eyes open when I jar her awake. The reward is always worth the grumpy girl I get afterwards. Right now, I’m still inside her, and she’s still coming down from her orgasm.
It’s been a month almost, and I still can’t seem to get enough. I love it and hate it at the same time, because I’m a little bit consumed by her even when she’s not around. Which is the main reason I take two or three days here and there and go silent—no calls or visits. It keeps her from forgetting what this is, and she never calls or texts me on those days either, which lets me know she still understands.
I kiss her neck and start moving inside her again, but she almost jumps off me and abandons me on the bed. “You’re going to kill me with sex,” she groans, going to her bathroom, and I sit back and admire the view of the very naked hips swaying from side to side.
“Sounds like a damn good way to go, if you ask me. Why aren’t you going to be late?”
“Because I don’t have work today,” she says as the water in the shower starts running.
I frown as I get up and follow her into the bathroom, already naked. When I join her, I’m met with the sprayer head she’s holding, and the cold stab of the water almost steals my breath as she shoots me with it.
“Damn!” I yelp, leaping out, and she laughs behind the curtain while I fall to the floor.
“What was that for?”
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p; She continues laughing, and I glare at the curtain.
“For waking me up on my day off. It’s Saturday, jackass.”
Oh. Shit. It’s Saturday?
“Good. Then you don’t have anything better to do than spend the day with me. Let’s go get breakfast and go for a ride on my bike.”
I stand up and rejoin her in the shower—after making sure she isn’t waiting with that damn sprayer head still in her hand.
“Not today. I’m going to the vineyard to see Raya. She’s got a thing going on, and she invited me.”
I didn’t get invited, and that sort of pisses me off.
“And you don’t want to take me?” I pout like a five-year-old, but she just laughs.
“I would, but that would be awkward, since it’s all girls. Maybe you and I can see each other tonight. If I make it home.”