Now she’s lifting and lowering herself, faster and faster, her breaths coming out in tiny moans, her fingers leaving imprints in my back, and oh, fuck, the pressure in my dick is reaching overload.
My head thunks back on the tiled wall. “Oh shit.” My hips rock upward, my thighs strain, I can’t… “Tess!”
She cries out, convulsing around my cock, squeezing like a vise, and all air leaves my lungs. I can only hold on to her as I explode, spilling inside her in a hot rush that goes on and on. My head slams back into the wall again, and I’m not sure the stars I’m seeing are from that or from the force of my orgasm. It’s like I’ve gone fucking supernova. My body is still jerking, my hips still rolling, milking the last ripples of pleasure.
So damn good.
Tessa lowers herself one final time and lays her head on my shoulder, panting softly. She clenches around my softening dick, and I groan, shuddering with aftershocks. I hug her closer, my hands spanning her ribcage, moving over the smooth skin.
The water is turning cold, but I’d stay here, with her. I’d warm her up, I’d hold her and stroke her hair.
Fact is, I’d stay with her to the end of time.
***
It’s freezing cold, and I shift restlessly, vaguely aware I’m curled on my side. I’m in my bed, so why does it feel like I’m at the North Pole, lying naked in the snow? My teeth chatter.
Then something presses against my back, warm and soft. A woman’s body, curvy and smelling of sweetness and sex. Her arm slips over my ribs, holding me close. I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept in a bed with a girl.
Tess…
She’s here, with me. The thought is both exciting and calming. Her scent is delicious. Her heat seeps into me, relaxing my muscles, and sleep pulls me under once more.
When I wake up again, I’m alone in bed. I throw the covers off and sit up, taking a moment to clear the black spots from my eyes. I never used to get light-headed before. It’s only these past months I started feeling like shit.
Then again, Teo has been sick, Miles bullied, and Dad is gone God knows where. I read somewhere stress will do that to you.
A sledgehammer is beating against the insides of my skull. Makes me want to hit my head on the wall to stop the pain. I frown, glancing back at the empty bed. Was Tessa really here last night, or was it a wishful dream?
I don my pajama bottoms and drag myself to the bathroom, where I splash cold water on my face. I stare at my bloodshot eyes in the cracked mirror, then turn to look at the shower. Did we really fuck in there last night, or was it yet another fantasy?
Can’t be. My brain’s fuzzy, filled with cobwebs, but the memory of Tessa moving on top of me on the ceramic floor of the shower burns like a flame.
She was here.
I swallow a couple of Advil and spin on my heel, heading out to find her. If she hasn’t left already. Maybe she decided this was the worst mistake of all, that she’ll never let herself be with me again—and who would blame her? I can’t even tell her I love her—and I do, goddammit, that much I’ve always known.
It’s as if the words are stuck in my throat and won’t be spoken. But I can show her. I want to show her. Actions speak louder than words, right?
And what have you shown her so far? That you can fuck her even when you’re about to pass out? Impressed her with your amazing dick? She wants to hear you say that you want more from her, that you care for her. That she’s not wrong, putting her trust in you.
Because she’s not the one who should be put to the test. Stop waiting for her to fail, to run. It’s you who shouldn’t be trusted.
You who should prove himself to her.
I walk into the living room, but it’s empty. Willing the damn headache to recede, I rub my eyes. Hopefully, the Advil will kick in soon.
Coffee, that’s what I need to clear my head, so I turn toward the kitchen. Lately I feel as if I’ve been living on pills and coffee. Worry and adrenaline. As if stress is the only thing keeping me upright.
A shout catches my attention. Miles? The hell is going on?
Teo screams, and I start running. What the fuck? What if Dad is back? What if he’s hurting them? In my haste, I knock into the wall by the kitchen door, then I burst inside, my heart booming.
I blink at the scene before me, my mind going blank. I stagger back a step, hitting the doorframe.
Tessa is bent over my little brother and seems to be in the process of tickling him into tear-inducing ecstasy. Miles is sitting nearby, laughing so hard his face is red. The remnants of breakfast litter the table—mugs and plates with… pancakes?
They aren’t in danger. No danger. Oh shit. Relief hits me like a punch to the chest, stealing my breath.