“No. Not always.” Only for you.
I arch my back and writhe against his hand, pushing him deeper inside. My finger slides against his two, in and out in perfect rhythm together. “Blaze…” It’s a moan, a plea, a freaking prayer. Please. He pulls his fingers out before I come then traces circles around my nipples, spreading my wetness all over me.
“See this?” he asks as he traces more slow, wet circles around my hard peaks. “This is what I do to you.”
I reach for the hem and tug his shirt up his body because I need this. I need him. Right now.
He removes his jeans and boxer briefs in one fluid motion. My breath hitches at the sight of him, all slender muscles, toned stomach, and long, powerful legs. And his cock. God, his cock. Thick and long and… heavy. Beautiful, just like him. I file it in my memory along with his name because I don’t ever want there to be a moment when I can’t remember his cock.
His gaze zeroes in on mine. “Fuck, Adrienne.” He bends down to grab a condom from his wallet then tears it open with his teeth.
I’ve been on birth control since I was fifteen. My first foster mom insisted on it, and it had nothing to do with my period and everything to do with the stigma that comes with being a foster kid.
“You came prepared.”
He smirks. “I’ve been waiting for you to say yes since the minute I asked you.” He rolls the condom on his length. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do. I just can’t take any chances. I won’t…” Pain flashes in his eyes. Haley’s words come back to me. She was pregnant.
I run my hand along his jaw and meet his gaze. “It’s okay. I get it.”
He takes his sheathed cock in his hand and brings the tip to my clit, teasing me with the thick crown. Back and forth. Up and down. Over and over. Until I’m a panting, writhing mess.
“Blaze. Please.”
One plea is all it takes. He hooks my leg around his waist and thrusts himself inside me hard and fast. He doesn’t ask if he’s hurting me. He doesn’t go slow. He’s done holding back. His lips are everywhere, on my shoulders, on my collarbone, on my nipple while he squeezes my breast in his hand. He bites. Then he kisses. His tongue tastes and explores.
The gentle is gone. This is carnal, rough, and God.
He pushes into me hard, then slowly pulls out, all the way to the tip. Then pushes into me again. Every thrust, every slam of his body against mine, drives me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to make you come.” He drives into me. “Just like this.”
I dig my heels into his butt, pressing him, urging him deeper. “Harder.”
His teeth sink into my shoulder, and I feel his cock throbbing inside me. He ends the slow drive and pounds into me exactly the way I asked him to—hard. He holds me steady with one hand in my hair and the other digging into my hip. I tremble when it hits, the first ripple in the water. Then the waves come crashing with a warm rush. I don’t ever need anything else. This feeling, this sensation, is all I need for the rest of my life. I slide my hands around his back and grip his shoulder blades for support as the orgasm consumes my body.
“It’s okay, babygirl. I’ve got you,” he says. His voice is soft and calm, the gentle to take the edge off the rough.
He brings his mouth to mine. Then he breaks right along with me.
Whatever happens tomorrow, tonight was worth it.
Blaze wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t promise tomorrow.
I open my eyes to the sun peeking in through the cracks in the blinds. The morning air is cold against my naked skin, so I pull the comforter to my chin. That’s when I realize I’m alone—and missing a pillow. The side of my bed where his warm body slept last night is empty and cold now. He didn’t even say goodbye. My heart drops as I push up out of bed. The entire lower half of my body aches—in the best way.
After he fucked me senseless in my living room, we moved to the shower where he could wash up and, of course, fuck me again. I bandaged his cut. Then we laid in bed, and he told me stories of how he started brewing his own beer and all these things about hops and malts and fermenting yeast. I didn’t understand any of it, but it was beautiful to watch him speak so passionately. I don’t remember falling asleep. I only remember how it felt to have my head on his chest, listening to the deep timbre of his voice and the rumble when he would laugh.
I walk to the closet to slip into a T-shirt and some panties then head toward the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. My apartment feels so empty now without him in it. I look over at the floor by the sofa where the broken candle was. It’s gone now. All the evidence of Blaze sliding me on top of the sofa table has disappeared. My lungs grow tight in my chest.
This feeling… The night he first rejected me has nothing on this feeling right here.
You told him you could handle it.
My phone buzzes on the kitchen countertop.
Blaze: Little pig, little pig…
Me: Did you just call me fat?
Blaze: Just open the goddamn door.
So, he didn’t leave. Well… he did. Just not for good.
I unlock the door and open it a crack. He’s wearing a Carolina Panthers T-shirt, his jeans, and a navy-blue beanie. In one hand is a white plastic bag and in the other a green and white box. He smiles, and I open the door a little more.
He stares at me, his eyes roaming from my face to my chest, down my body to my bare legs. Then he licks his lips, and his smile widens into this absolutely mischievous grin. “Morning,” he says.
“Morning.”
There’s a new dressing above his eye, a row of tiny white butterfly bandages holding the cut together replacing the gauze I put last night. He catches me staring at it. “Fancy, huh? I bled through the other one. The lady at Walgreens checked me out.” He smirks, this cocky smirk like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“I bet she did.”
“You gonna invite me in? Or do I need to pull your sexy ass out here and fuck you in front of all your neighbors?”
“If you’re quick about it, they probably won’t even notice.” I throw him a wink then grab him by the shirt and pull him inside.
His gaze moves over my face. “God, you’re beautiful.”
I’m pretty sure there’s a trail of dried drool on my cheek and bags under my eyes big enough to pack a closet. Who even knows what’s going on with my hair? But none of that matters because with one look, he makes me feel beautiful.
He pulls me in for a kiss, and his tongue is minty and cool. “I used your toothbrush. Hope you don’t mind.” My face falls. He laughs and grabs my ass, pulling me closer. “Kidding. I used one of those tiny throwaway ones from the store.”
Could he be any more perfect?
“Then I stopped and got donuts.” He sets the white and green box on the counter. “The red light was on, so they’re good and fresh.”
“It looks like you thought of everything.”
“Yeah well. There wasn’t much I could do about your pillow. Apparently, Walgreens doesn’t sell those.”
“What about my pillow?”
“I bled all over it.” He opens the plastic bag and pulls out a candle. “But I did get you this.” He pulls out another one. “And a back-up. For next time.” He winks.