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Picking up the pace, she moves her hands to my back, clawing at me every time I slam all the way inside her. “Mine,” she moans as her nails score trails of possession down my back. “You’re fucking mine, Soren.”
“Yes,” I groan, agreeably. “I’m all yours, baby.” There’s no part of me that isn’t wholly, irrevocably hers now—and not just for tonight.
I’m swallowing all her cries of pleasure, wanting to keep them inside me forever. Warmth spreads at my lower back, my nuts tighten, but I’m not ready to come yet. Kissing her one last time, I sit back on my knees, my dick still inside her.
“Play with yourself,” I demand, huskily. “Let me see you—” My words are cut off, and I groan when she palms her lush tits, plucking at her nipples.
I don’t start moving again until she slides one hand down to where we’re joined, rolling her clit. I throw her legs over my shoulders, and we both moan as my thrusts become deeper in this position.
“Oh my God! Soren! Yes… just like that. Fuck me harder.”
“Your wish,” I groan, slamming into her as hard as I can, “is my fucking command.”
Her orgasm hits so hard she arches off the bed, reaching for me, and I bend down. Her mouth finds my neck, and when she sucks at my skin while her cunt contracts around my hardness, I’m done for.
“Gail! Fuck, Gail!” I groan as I come, my orgasm ripping through me, potent and all-consuming. “I fucking love you.”
Her eyes widen almost comically. She doesn’t pull away, but she also doesn’t say it back. She just cups my cheek, raising up so she can rub her nose across mine. “I know you do.” The words are soft, sweet almost. If it wasn’t for what she didn’t say.
Lifting my hand, I wrap it around her throat, squeezing until she looks up at me. “I’m not giving up, baby. One day, I’ll hear you say that to me.”
I’d originally hoped to spend the night, but now that doesn’t seem like a good idea. Of course, it hurts to put myself out there and not have the sentiment returned. That’s not why I get off the bed and get dressed, though.
“You’re leaving?” Gail asks, sadness coating her words.
“Yeah, I am,” I say softly. “I don’t want to spend the night until you’re ready for me—”
Her blue eyes flash with annoyance. “What if I want you to spend the night?”
I walk back over to the bed and bend down so I can cup her cheek, loving the way she leans into the touch. “You’re not ready,” I breathe. “I’m not leaving because I’m annoyed or anything. It’s because you said you need time, and this is me giving it to you.”
Mickey
Igrip the steering wheel of my car—a little too tight, maybe. I’m parked down the block from Jamie’s house. The buzz of anticipation is a live wire under my skin. I know Gail was with Soren yesterday, and that fact twists something in my chest, but it’s not jealousy. More like… excitement.
We both planned to take her out, to show her who we are without all the other complications, games, and, well, lies. After a coin toss—yep, we really did that—it was decided Soren would go first, but today it’s my turn.
Stepping out of the car, and into the chill of the Minneapolis breeze, my boots crunch as I walk over the gravel, approaching Jamie’s apartment. One deep breath and I’m rapping my knuckles against the wood, heart knocking just as hard inside my chest.
The door swings open, and there she is. Gail. My throat goes dry at the sight of her. Her belly has grown, the curve less subtle than the last time I saw her. Damn, I’ve missed her.
“Sweetheart,” I breathe out, and without thinking, I pull her into me. My arms wrap around her. She smells like vanilla and something wild, like freedom. Or maybe that’s just what she represents to me.
“Hey, Mickey,” she says, voice muffled against my chest. Her warmth seeps into me, thawing places I didn’t even know were frozen. I close my eyes for a moment, letting myself just feel—her presence, her body, the life growing inside her.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I confess, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her blue eyes are wide and searching, and I can tell she’s reading me, seeing all the shit I’m trying to hide behind my cocky grin.
“Come in, it’s freezing out here,” she laughs, though there’s an edge of nervousness to it. We’re dancing around each other, two stars caught in each other’s gravity, and hell if I don’t want to collide.
“Only for a minute,” I tell her, stepping past the threshold. “I’ve got plans for us.” Her eyebrow arches, curiosity piqued.
“Plans?” she echoes, and I nod, feeling the weight of what I’m about to suggest settle heavy on my tongue.
“Yep, but it’s a surprise. You game, Gail?”
She bites her lip, considering, and I’m struck by how much I want to do that for her—taste her uncertainty until it turns into pleasure. I watch her face, that perfect mix of apprehension and excitement as she processes my invitation. Her eyes, those deep pools of blue, are wide and searching, trying to suss out what I’ve got in mind.
“Come on, Gail,” I coax. “Let’s shake things up a bit. Spend the day with me. I promise you won’t regret it.” My voice is laced with an edge of challenge, always works wonders with her.
