“Are you invested?” she asked, then lifted her hand. “What I mean to say is, are you completely about him, too? I wouldn’t be a good friend unless I asked.” She swung a glance his way again. “I just worry about him. He’s had some crap in his life. Some crappy people. At least, recently.”
Recently?
She wet her lips. “He deserves all in. And like I said, he really likes you.”
I really liked him too.
That was what scared me.
“I like him too,” I almost whispered the words, haunted by them. “So much.”
The words instantly brought a smile on December’s face, but it couldn’t completely form on mine. How much I cared about Ramses wasn’t the problem. That’d never been the problem. My heart had been invested before I’d even really known it. It’d been my brain and everything else that’d been the problem.
December hugged her arms. “I’m happy for you two,” she said. “Arizona deserves happy.”
He did, so much.
I just worried if he’d ever be able to find that happiness with me.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ramses
I watched my dick disappear in and out of Brielle’s mouth, my girlfriend on her knees in my shower.
And what a fucking vision.
She’d asked to do this, God love her. I never made women give me head. Though, I loved it as much as tasting pussy. I never wanted to overwhelm them and had a time or two. They’d get all embarrassed about not being able to fit me all in, which made me feel like fucking shit because I used to ask. That was a big part of the reason I’d taken up eating pussy, no pressure there, and I’d gotten fucking great at it.
Little did I know how addicted it’d get me, and I’d forgotten about that sexual pleasure when it came to me. Well, I hadn’t forgotten. I was a fucking dude, but yeah, I’d learned to live without.
Brielle was making me a very greedy man, her head bobbing, her mouth filled with cock. The sight was enough to make me bust a nut right there, but I resisted.
Her tits soaked to the nipples under the shower, dark peaks angling down, flesh heavy. Her hair a dark veil behind her, she stared up at me with curled lashes framing her eyes, and I grunted, physically rejecting the urge to come. It struck a burn into my legs, which had them shaking, muscles locked and tense.
But then her throat opened up.
I hit the back with ease, her lips touching the base of my cock. The fact she could even do that blew my fucking mind, and it hadn’t been the first time. Brielle took whatever I gave her, accepted whatever I had for her, and as she fisted my balls, I drilled into her in return. She didn’t like me holding back.
So, I didn’t.
I growled as I jutted my hips, making her gag at every thrust. I tugged her head back, making her look at me while I fucked her mouth, and that only made her moan.
She blinked beneath the shower’s current, running her hands down my thighs until she found and squeezed my ass. She still liked ass, in and out over me. It was enough to make me spill down her throat.
But as stated, she’d created a very greedy man.
I needed inside her, and I eased her off me until she stood. Flushed, ready, she panted with her wet hair coiled tight in my fist.
I forced her mouth on me, fused and tasted her lips under warm jets. The multiple shower heads had her drenched, both of us.
“Ramses…” Her taste and mine exploded in my mouth, my arm hooking around her as I fisted her breast. Growling, I arched her body before dropping my mouth to her tits.
A sigh as her nails scraped the back of my head, scratching raw, aggressive in her agony as I tongued my way between her breasts.
I showed no mercy, her tight little body quivering in my arms. I hungered for her, ached for her. A roar and my hips thrust for her to let me in.
“Condom,” she cried, and I got one, ready for that. We kept a fucking box in the shower, and we already had it down to half in less than a week.
“Let me in,” I gritted, the condom ripped open with my teeth. I rolled it on and encircled her thighs.
Golden and honeyed flesh spilled between the spaces of my fingers as I parted her legs to hit the walls.
I gave no follow-up.
No warning before I angled in and drove my hips forward. Her ass slammed to hit wet granite, her eyes wide and body trembling in pleasure. I used to think I’d rip her apart, and the first few times, I had noticed moisture in her eyes. It was a lot, painful, but now, second nature.
For us both.
I lost myself in that heaven, the ease and warmth of the abyss. It’d been scary in the beginning. How easy it was to get lost in her.
How easy it was to succumb to her.
Somewhere along the way our fucking wasn’t just fucking anymore. It wasn’t sex. It was passion and filled with so much intense shit I think it’d surprised us both.
I’d even caught her crying once, the last time. There’d been actual tears in her eyes, but not because I was hurting her. I just had a feeling.
Like these same tears now.
Her eyes shined as she looked at me, her chin tilted up, her skin moist and flushed with red. I saw her crying through heated jets, and I framed her face to keep her here, keep her with me. She gazed away the last time.
She wouldn’t now.
I picked up, making her feel it. This thing we had… it was fucking awesome, and she should feel it. Feel what I felt every time I was with her, how deep it was. Some days, I thought it’d bring me down to my damn knees.
“Look at me,” I coached, and she did. I caught a tear. “Stay with me.”
My hips slapped her inner thighs, so deep inside her. I almost couldn’t keep focused on her, the urge to get lost in the influx of this definitely there.
But if I wasn’t leaving, she wouldn’t either, her hands cuffing my wrists. She used her thighs to stay here with me, rock with me.
I kissed her, bleeding into her like an open wound. I didn’t know where she ended or I began, the torrential impulse to come physically ripping me apart.
I roared as I picked up, my balls tightening, my thighs and body charged like a fucking freight train. I exploded into her without warning, railed tight inside her, and nails bit into my wrists so hard she easily drew blood.
That was when I caught her arms, knotted and locking around my neck. Whimpers soft and muted panted in my ear, and I cupped the back of her head.
“Baby…” I peppered kisses into her neck, soothing her. I angled my mouth into hers, allowing the shower to go lukewarm on us.
Something told me that didn’t matter. Something told me she didn’t care and that she needed this, to come down from the high with me.
She really was crying.
Like actual tears when I guided her to look at me. I ghosted a knuckle down the trail. “Hey.”
I slid those tears away from red eyes, all this some really emotional shit. She’d cried before, but she’d tried to hide it from me the first time. I never actually made her look at me, okay with that.
Now, I kissed the trail, making her stay with me. The tears let me see she was breaking down her walls, and I loved that.
I loved.
My smile was faint as I held her face back. The tears away now. I turned off the shower, then tugged our towels in. The first I wrapped round her, the second to her eyes.