Groaning, I get up and pour myself a glass of wine. Having the entire penthouse to myself feels like being on house arrest instead of feeling easy. And it used to be easy. I liked getting to walk around in whatever I wanted, do what I wanted, and answer to no one.
When the door opens and shuts, I hear a huff and smile. Sophie. She groans and I hear things clatter to the ground. I walk out to the main entrance and see her stepping out of her skirt and kicking it to the side with obvious frustration.
She undoes three buttons, revealing more skin than I’m capable of ignoring, but then grabs her face in her hand and screams into her palms. I cross the distance between us and bring her into my arms.
“The office sucks.” She complains. “Can I just stay here with you?”
“As long as you want,” I promise. “Forever, ideally.”
She sighs and wraps her arms around me. I pick her up so her legs wind around me and carry her to the couch. I kiss across her jaw. Nick mentioned she’s been in her head more lately, that she’s been anxious and bothered.
Sophie rubs herself against me. “That sounds so much better.”
“It is,” I promise, kissing her neck. “Pajamas all day.” She moans in response. “Eating whenever you want.” A soft pant as I edge her bra down with my teeth. “No one trying to figure you out.”
“That’s really good dirty talk.” She moans, back arching.
I suck her nipple into my mouth and I rub myself against her shamelessly as her legs tighten around me. Her head falls back and she pulls me up, licking into my mouth. I grin, then kiss her again, and again.
I grind on her like some over-eager teenager, but I like the game. Sophie groans and pulls her shirt off, tossing it to the side, then pulling me close again, hands spreading over my back and sliding down to the waist of my pajama pants.
“You feel good.” She gasps. “Taste like wine.”
“Then it’s good quality wine.” I groan, fumbling her bra until the clasp finally gives up.
Sophie rolls us over and jerks my pants and boxers down before coming back to my mouth hungrily. She claims me, body and soul with her eagerness. Her fingers feel along where the prosthetic attaches.
“Come back to me,” I order.
She slides her underwear to her side and guides herself down my cock. The tension flees her body as her head falls back and she lets out a long sigh. God, I’ll never get tired of the view. Her breasts bounce as she moves on my cock. Sophie’s face turns red as her lips part and her eyes get all dilated and hazy.
“Holden.” She groans.
I kiss her hungrily, devouring her however she’ll let me. I thrust every time she comes down on me and we lose ourselves in each other. Sparks float through me, taking light wherever she touches me until I feel pleasure burning through me again and again.
“Fuck, Sophie.”
I roll us, taking her hard and deep like we both need. She moans and writhes under me, refusing to be anything other than an active participant. She digs her nails into me as she comes, dragging a hoarse yell from my throat as I jerk out to finish on her belly.
Sophie pants and pulls me close, kissing me again. “Don’t let me think, Hold. Make me forget everything but you.”
We wash together, then she lays in my office. I explain reconciling again. Once that’s done, I sit beside her and hold her hand, telling her about what my childhood was like. The way I climbed trees but was afraid to climb down, so usually fell once it got dark. How the streetlights were my alarm clock to go home for dinner.
About learning to pop-wheelies on the bike to impress girls, about the dog I had -Major – growing up. And I answer every one of her million and a half questions, whether it makes her laugh or squeeze me tighter.
“You don’t want to have a party do you?” She asks after a long time.”
I shrug.
She shifts behind me on the couch and her arms wrap around me as her chin rests on my shoulder. She kisses a spot on my neck softly. “It’s only people you know, other than the one friend I’ve kept through college. You can sit off to the side, or with me and her the whole time.”
“I know, baby.”
“The guys promised to keep it small. Plus, I have a surprise for you. I think you’ll like it … or you’ll hate it.”
“I could never hate something you give me,” I promise.
“You say that now.” It’s a slow exhale. “Holden, what were you doing at my age, before fighting and everything?”