As if she can sense my frantic energy, she places a palm in the middle of my chest, as if to soothe me. And like magic, it does.
She calms my racing heart and we move in unison, our bodies rocking in a deliciously slow grind that has me wanting to make promises and declarations that have no business between us. Instead, I lower my mouth to her skin, licking her neck, nipping on her collarbone. I let my hand caress her plump breast and tease her hard nipple while my body tries desperately to climb inside hers.
"More," she cries out, her hands gripping my biceps. “Fuck, Rio. More.”
“Show me what you want,” I tell her, reluctantly sliding out of her and rolling onto my back. “Ride me, baby. Take everything you want.”
Effortlessly, she straddles me, one hand around my sheathed cock, eagerly guiding me into her, and the other pressing into my chest. I groan as her wet heat envelops me while the shock that everything I feel for this woman rises at a rapid rate, causing me to grip her hips and thrust into her relentlessly.
With her tits bouncing in my face and her copper-colored hair dancing around her, I’m certain I’ve only got a handful of minutes before my body explodes.
She’s a vision.
She’s everything I didn’t know I would want in one sweet, delectable package.
A familiar tingle starts to spread in my veins as Blake rises and falls on my cock. Together, our bodies are making memories, carving out this one moment, and writing this single chapter in the story of our lives.
“Fuck, Blake, I’m going to come,” I tell her.
I slide my hand between us, finding her clit and expertly rolling it between my fingers, determined to bring us both to orgasm at the same time.
“Please don’t stop,” she cries out. Closing her eyes, she tips her head back and begins to vigorously rock against me.
“Couldn’t if I tried,” I growl out. “Couldn’t if I fucking tried.”
Blake’s thighs clench around me, the telltale sign her orgasm is approaching, as I let myself give in to the inferno of heat that’s curling around the base of my spine. In a frenzy, her mouth descends onto mine, all tongues and teeth, granting us both the permission we’re so desperately seeking.
Our bodies detonate; unrivaled pleasure and ecstasy exploding like fireworks and live wires.
Blake drops her body to mine in a clammy sated heap, and my arms don’t hesitate to wrap themselves around her. I want her close. I want her near.
I want very much to do that all over again.
“Oh my God,” she says breathlessly. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
I maneuver my head to get a better view of her. “Was it that bad?”
“So bad.” She shakes her head. “So bad, I want to do it again and again and again.”
I laugh in relief, grateful we’re somewhat on the same page. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” I muse. “I mean, I’m down if you are?” I look at her, hopefully, watching a myriad of thoughts and emotions cross her face. “Just tell me,” I urge. “Whatever it is you’re thinking, tell me.”
Getting comfortable, she rests her head on my chest, and my fingers trail up and down the knobs of her spine. “It’s weird to want more, isn’t it?”
“Depends what more is.” I respond cautiously, not wanting to get my hopes up.
“Like, maybe, you’d want to go out on a date sometime?”
Taking hold of her chin, I tip her face up, so her gaze meets mine. “Are you saying I convinced you?” She shrugs nonchalantly. “Admit it,” I insist. “You want to see where this goes too?”
She presses her lips to mine. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You just have a really nice dick.”
Chapter Five
Blake
After
Unlatching the clip on my maternity bra, I rest my body on the millions of throw pillows supporting my back and rest Alessia on the feeding cushion. She searches for my breast, and I can’t help but watch as her head lolls from side to side and her mouth widens desperately, trying to find my nipple.
“Here you go,” I coo. “Mommy’s got the goods.”
Cradling the back of her head, I guide her to me and, like a pro, her mouth expertly latches on to me. Sighing with relief, I lay my head back on the headboard and close my eyes, grateful for the moment of extended silence.
We’re almost three months into the mommy/daughter thing and I think we’ve finally found our groove. No more cracked nipples, no more colicky baby, no more excessive screaming. For now, she just eats and sleeps enough that I can manage to function.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand beside me and I reluctantly open my eyes and maneuver my arms underneath Alessia so I can stretch and reach for it.
It’s Chad.
I’ll be over in twenty minutes with groceries. See you soon. Love you. xx
Love you?
If I had the energy, I would throw my phone across the room in frustration. Ever since Chad found out I was pregnant, he’s been by my side.
The man who, after three years together, broke my heart and told me he was in love with my ex-best friend, came running to try and win me back.
And while I haven’t taken him back, I haven’t exactly told him to leave me alone either.
The thing that makes this all worse is the only person I miss when I see him is my best friend.
When he came back into my life, I realized I didn’t feel a thing for him except sadness. And not because he and I were over, but because he stole my best friend. He ruined everything I shared with her. Tainted my past. My memories.
And while I’m very aware that she too played a huge role in my betrayal, when I held Alessia for the first time, none of that mattered.
Since Rosario wasn’t there, she was the one single other person I wanted to share that moment with.
Instead, I have an ex-boyfriend crowding my space and a heavy conversation I’m not ready to have weighing on my shoulders. I cringe every time he’s around.
At him. At myself. At all of this.
It’s a complicated mess of epic proportions, and I’m just too focused on Alessia to deal with it.
My phone vibrates again and I see my sister’s name flash, and I feel my lips tip up in a small smile. This is a phone call I’m always more than happy to answer.
“Hello,” I greet.
“Hey,” she responds cheerfully. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing really well.”
A soft chuckle fills my ears. “The word really wasn’t necessary, Blake. You only brought more attention to the lie.”
I’m not surprised she noticed. My sister Evie spent years hiding and pretending and lying to herself after her first husband passed away. She could spot that type of behavior from miles away.
“How’s Lior?” I ask, trying to distract her from me and my problems.
“Good. As Always. Being married to your sister looks good on him.”
Even though she can’t see me, I roll my eyes and shake my head at her antics. Love looks so good on my sister. It wasn’t always easy for Evie. She’s lost so much in her life, but hearing and seeing how happy Lior makes her proves that the heartache is sometimes worth it.