The random question throws me, but I oblige. “My first kiss—and first grope—was with a guy I was locked inside a closet with.”
I feel his entire body tense.
“I let him do it because I didn’t want everyone to know I was different. I wanted to fit in and be normal.” I wince with shame. “But the whole time it felt wrong and unnatural. Like I was a mermaid forced to walk on land. Only I couldn’t…because I had a big fin instead of legs like everyone else.” My bottom lip trembles as I recall how lonely I felt. “My Nanna was always trying to chop off my fin, but all I ever wanted was to swim freely in the ocean.”
Which will never happen now…because I found the one thing worth sacrificing my fin for.
Preston’s fingers bracket my jaw. He’s studying me like I’m a puzzle he can’t quite figure out. “You told me you didn’t want to walk on land when we were on the side of the road.” The rough cadence of his voice rolls over me like syrup as he places his palm over my frantic heart. “You never asked if I would join you in the ocean.”
Something inside me cracks and mends all at once.
“You want to join me in the ocean?”
Shifting, he moves between my parted thighs. His cock twitches against my pussy and I angle my hips to give him better access. “I’d follow you anywhere, angry girl.”
Emotions threaten to spill over, but he surges forward, filling me to the hilt with a single thrust that makes us both groan.
Heavy exhales permeate the space between us as he pulsates inside me. His movements are impossibly slow, like he wants to make this last forever.
I want this to last forever, too.
My vision blurs as I stare up at him. “Say it again.”
His hands slide under my ass, bringing us closer. “I love you.”
My heart takes flight, because I’ll never get tired of hearing him say that.
All my senses come alive with every inch of him and I arch my pelvis with his next thrust, taking his cock as deep as it will go.
“Christ.” A low grunt leaves him and his eyes close, like he’s trying to fight a battle he’s already losing. “This is torture.”
“So fall with me.”
I want to see him let go again. Feel him lose control while he’s inside me.
The muscles in his broad back coil as he pumps hard and fast, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl.
Then there’s nothing but choppy, desperate breathing as we fuck, the chemistry a thick, palpable current running between us.
When I come, I feel like I’m dying.
And when he comes…I feel like I’m reborn.
Chapter 42
Kit
Every muscle in my body aches as I flop onto the mattress. I have no idea what the record for the most sexual encounters in seventy-two hours is…but I’m positive we beat it.
I look over at Preston who must be as exhausted as I am because he’s passed out cold.
I wonder if it’s possible to die from having too much sex.
Then again, it probably keeps you alive longer because it’s good cardio.
The sound of my phone ringing interrupts my thoughts. I don’t even have to look at the screen to know it’s Breslin.
I’ve sent her a couple vague texts, but I know if she doesn’t hear my voice soon, she’ll send a search party to Hawaii.
Springing up in bed, I grab my cell off the nightstand.
Then I sneak off into the adjoining bathroom so I can return her call.
Breslin answers after the first ring.
“I’ve been calling you for days. Are you okay? What is happen—”
“Princess Monet came here the other night.”
I’m hoping using our secret code name for Preston will lighten things up a bit.
No such luck.
“That’s it. I’m hiring a hit man.”
Three days ago, I might have considered taking her up on that offer.
“That won’t be necessary.” I tug my lip between my teeth, trying to think of the best way to tell her. “We kind of…made up.”
A lot.
She’s silent for a few seconds…and then.
“What the hell do you mean, you made up? I know you care about him, Kit, but what that douchebag did is unforgivable. His lying, cheating ass deserves to rot in hell—”
“He was wrong for lying, but it wasn’t for the reasons you think. He didn’t cheat on me.”
However, it’s not my place to explain everything to her without Preston’s permission, so I’m caught between a rock and a hard spot.
“What do you mean he didn’t cheat?” she screeches over the receiver. “I saw that no-good rotten bastard with Becca, the giant thundercunt—”
“Breslin, I really need you to stop freaking out because I have to tell you something important.”
She’s my best friend, so it’s practically my duty to tell her I had sex. Plus, I really need to talk to her about it.
“What’s going on?”
“Um…” I walk in a circle around the bathroom. “I had sex…with a penis.” I shake my head. “Well, with Preston. Who you know…has one.”
An irresistibly big one that I can’t seem to get enough of.
Breslin’s sharp intake of air fills my ears. “Wow. That is…holy shit. Are you okay?” Before I can answer, she adds, “Hold on. Did he pressure you into doing it? Because I will kill—”
“No,” I spit because Preston would never. “I was a very willing participant.”
I can tell this equally relieves and shocks her, because she goes silent again…and then.
“How was it?”
My face splits into a grin as memories of the last three days fill my head. “It was life-changing. In the best way.” Squeezing my thighs together, I wince. “Well…except…” my voice trails off because it’s a little embarrassing.
“Except what?” Breslin presses.
Here goes nothing.
“It’s a lot messier than I thought it would be.”
There’s no point in even wearing underwear anymore because his man juice dribbles out of me like a never-ending river and ruins them.
Granted, it’s a small price to pay for the incredible, electrifying sex we have, but I’m hoping Breslin can clue me in on a solution so I can better manage the issue.
“Messy? Why—” Breslin starts to say before she makes a choking sound. “You didn’t use a condom?”
Condom.
I’m not stupid, I know those rubber things are useful…even lifesaving.
But I’ve never had to worry about using one before.
The only protection I carry around in my purse is a dental dam that I’m pretty sure is expired.
A wave of panic floods my system. “There was a lot going on, and…shit.”
How could I be so careless?
Fuck a motherfucking duck up the ass. You’d think Mister I-don’t-want-babies would have done us both a solid and suited up.
“Okay, here’s what you’re gonna do,” Breslin says in a tone that’s far too calm for this conversation. “Go to the local pharmacy and get Plan B. It prevents anything from happening before it even starts, so provided your husband doesn’t have any STDs, you’ll be fine.”