Blair sits back on her heels, grimacing.
A breathless chuckle shakes my shoulders at the way her jaw works, a drop of come left on her swollen lips.
“What do I do?” Blair cries, unintelligible with her mouth full of come.
My groin tightens and I suck in a breath. Even after coming, I still want to pin her to the bed and fuck her until she passes out. Christ, she’ll be the death of me.
Snorting, I stroke her hair. My limbs are loose and unwound. It feels like the first time I’ve relaxed the tight control over myself in years.
“Up to you whether you spit or swallow. That’s where you hold all the power. It’s one of the few liberties I’ll let you have, so enjoy it.”
Blair’s nose scrunches. Her mouth is full of come after she sucked me off like a little temptress and yet I find her adorable right now. I graze the back of my knuckles over her cheek.
Casting a searching look around the room, Blair crawls over to the trashcan near the bed and spits. A grin spreads across my face and I lean forward to smack her ass.
Blair yelps. “Dude!”
“Don’t shake your ass in front of me and not expect me to slap it. Now bring that ass back over here, I’m not finished with you yet.”
“You’re not?”
“Not even close.”
When Blair’s back in reach, I tug her into bed and kiss her deeply. She’s not leaving my bed tonight, or ever again if I have my way.
Thirty
Blair
It’s past midnight, I think. After a short nap in Devlin’s bed, we raided the kitchen for a late dinner of peanut butter on toast and spicy chili Doritos, then ended up in the in-ground hot tub under the back deck.
Naked.
I can’t explain the incandescent feeling settled in my bones, but it’s been expanding all night, refusing to extinguish. It’s keeping me light, like I could float up to the sky.
The warm, bubbling water envelopes us in humid steam as our breath clouds the chilly night air. It’s getting colder out. Devlin stretches his legs, leaning back against the natural rocks lining the edge of the tub. He swipes his damp fringe back from his forehead. The curve of his bicep and the veins in his forearm distract me.
There’s something about him that’s changed. The curve of his mouth is softer, more relaxed. I like this side of him. It’s as if I’m getting a look on the other side, behind the curtain of the puppet master.
I scoot down on the seat, letting the soothing water cover my shoulders. It laps at the flyaway hairs falling from my topknot, curling the wet strands against the back of my neck.
Moonlight shines down on the lake, illuminating the calm body of water and the ridge line.
One thing has been bothering me since I started living at Devlin’s. It’s been almost a month and I haven’t seen anyone come by. Devlin wasn’t kidding about his housekeepers being silent, I’ve never met them. But more importantly, his parents haven’t been home once.
How long do their work trips last?
Thinking of spending that long away from Mom makes my shoulders sag under the water.
Living like this, so isolated, can’t be good for him. It’s no wonder he turned
into such a bitter asshole. My heart twists and I swirl my hands through the water, watching the rising steam.
I thought it would be torture to live with him, but all I feel now is a twinge in my chest. Am I the only person keeping Devlin company at home?
Swallowing, I gather my courage. “Where are you parents? Really?”
Devlin cracks his eyes open. He sits up with a frown, and a knot of worry tightens in my stomach. He was relaxed and…happy, I think. Now he’s putting his mask back on, shutting me out.