Every muscle in my body flexes. My legs shake. My eyes roll back in my head as he continues to lavish attention on every known erogenous zone on the human body.
Finally, after what feels like a hundred lifetimes, I collapse in a heap of sweaty, sticky, completely satisfied completion.
Coy crawls up the bed and lays by me with a smirk the size of Texas.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I ask him.
He nods and laughs as he wipes his face off with the edge of my comforter.
“Ew,” I say, smacking his bicep. “Don’t do that!”
“This is the least of your worries.” He drops the blanket. “That wet spot is as big as your smile right now.”
My cheeks flush as he dips his still-damp lips down to mine and kisses me sweetly.
“Now,” he says in a quick turn of events, “I’m not finished.”
I giggle as he hops off the bed and grabs my ankles. In one swift movement, I slide across the blankets to the edge.
He looks down at me. For the first time since this all started, I feel slightly self-conscious. My brain begins to sort out every scar, dimple, and roll on my body.
He notices.
“If you ever start to feel any certain way about yourself,” he says, “I want you to remember the look on my face right now.” He gives me a soft, simple grin. “Because this is the look of a man who can’t believe he gets to be inside you.”
I can’t stop the smile that splits my cheeks, nor can I halt the stupid pride that probably radiates to Mars.
“Well, it’s not like you’ve not been inside me before,” I joke. “I guess I’m pretty forgettable after all.”
He plants his hands on either side of me and peers into my eyes. “Try unforgettable.”
I think he’s going to kiss me again. Instead, he nips at my bottom lip with his teeth, causing me to yelp. Then he flips me on my stomach and yanks my knees up and my ass backward.
“This one is going to be quick because I’m a chump and have waited entirely too long for this.” He growls an extended, guttural response as he slides his cock in me.
I’m unprepared.
“Don’t be quick,” I beg, spreading my knees wider apart. “That feels so good.”
“I got you off first.”
He fills me up and holds the position, letting the tip of his cock press against the back wall of my vagina.
I rock my hips back. “I want to get off again.”
“You’re so demanding,” he says, sliding out and then quickly shoving himself back in.
“You’re so … delicious,” I hiss as he begins to find a rhythm.
He chuckles. “That’s a nice change in attitude.”
“Just give me the dick and watch me be a doll.”
He snorts. “I want to make a joke, but … I … can’t … concentrate.”
I arch my back and squeeze myself around him. The angle hits me perfectly, and I feel the familiar buildup coming quick and hard.
“It’s your lucky day,” I say, my voice shaking.
“I’d have to fucking agree.” His fingers bite into my hips. “I’m going to come, Bells.”
I squeeze him as hard as I can. The tightening of my muscles causes more friction against my G-spot, and I hit the top of the climb and fall over the edge.
“Dammit,” I yell as my body turns to fire.
His growl comes low and hard as his tempo picks up pace.
I’ve never felt more desired in my entire life.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s laying me gently against the blankets and kissing the top of my head.
I open my eyes and look at him.
“How was that?” he asks cheekily.
I shrug. “Not bad.”
“Oh.” He pretends to consider this. “Memorable, though?”
“Definitely. You’re in my top three all day.”
He takes a pillow and hits me with it. I giggle as I take it away from him and hold it to my chest.
His smile lights up a spot in my heart that was dark before tonight. And even if he leaves—when he goes—at least I had this time with him. At least I know the truth.
And at least I know that I’ll have him in my life in some way. Maybe that’s better than none at all.
“Do you have plans tonight?” he asks. “No other men coming by?”
“Not tonight,” I tease.
He narrows his eyes. “Well, then, how about we get cleaned up, order some pizza, and then go for another round in a couple of hours?”
“It takes you a couple of hours to get ready again?”
“Hey, be nice. I’m getting old these days.”
I sit up and touch the side of his face. “If this is you being old, then I’ll put you in my top two.”
Jumping off the bed before he can grab me, I giggle all the way to the bathroom.
Thirteen
Coy
The bed shakes as Bellamy flops down beside me.
I groan. It’s partially because she decided to put on a yellow satin nightgown after the last round and somewhat because getting off that many times has wholly depleted me.
She gets situated beside me and grins. “What’s wrong?”
Her voice is cheery, her tone snarky, as she asks the question she already knows the answer to.
“Are you tired?” She draws a figure eight on my stomach. “Did I wear you out?”
I close my eyes and enjoy the ease that’s enveloped us tonight.
We’ve never had this simplicity. I doubt it’ll last long because it is us, after all. But for however long we can maintain this easy banter and playfulness, I’m all about it.
“You’re top four,” I joke.
She slaps my stomach. I laugh, bending forward to cover my skin from another whack that’s probably coming.
I look over to see her making a face while she squirms away from me. I lunge toward her, wrapping my arm around her far side and dragging her into me.
Nestling her against my chest, I tuck her head beneath mine and exhale.
God, if you could pause time right now, that would be great.
We both face the window, our legs laced together, and our arms wrapped around one another's. Our breathing finds a rhythm as we lay in the quiet of Bellamy’s bedroom.
“I’m going to have to do the walk of shame at some point,” I tell her. “Think my mom will mind?”
She laughs. “You’re too old to care what your mom thinks.”
“Um, no. Never.” I make a face even though she can’t see it. “I always value my mom’s opinion, thank you.”
“Are you her favorite?”
“Me?” I snort. “That would be Oliver.”
“I didn’t think it was ever the second child?”
“It is in our family.” I pull her tighter if at all possible. “He’s probably the best looking out of us all.”
“I beg to differ.”
She can’t see my grin, but it’s there.
“Oliver is also probably the smartest out of us all. Well, I don’t know. Wade’s pretty damn smart. It might be a toss-up there. Oliver also has the best balance of personality. He’s funny like Boone, can control a boardroom like Holt, can crunch numbers like Wade, and can talk his way out of about anything.”