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He grabbed her butt and spread it slightly, then tilted to a new angle for easier penetration. Eleanor felt the difference immediately, and her low moans quickly turned to loud cries of passion.
She didn’t care who was around. She didn’t care who heard her. Nothing mattered to her. She smiled as Blake stiffened, his nails digging into her flesh as he approached climax. She felt hers too and focused on it, willing it forward with silent determination.
She felt Blake ejaculate inside her, felt his entire body grow slack, listened to his ragged breathing, and she went mad with pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her like a beating heart, emptying whatever was left in his sack.
Eleanor buried her face in his neck and rode him. He held her close, egging her on with incoherent words that she didn’t try to understand. She chased after her climax, rocking faster and harder with a crazed fervor.
She felt it finally and focused on it. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world, and there was no one else she wanted to be doing this with.
She twitched reflexively, wrapping her arms tightly around Blake. They didn’t speak for a long time; no words were necessary. They didn’t move either. There was nothing else in the world that either of them would rather have been doing.
They were exactly where they needed to be.
Deep in her head, a voice reminded Eleanor that everything was going to end eventually. But she didn’t have to try too hard to ignore that voice, burying it under the euphoria of the orgasm she’d just experienced.
Chapter 16 - Blake
There were few things in the world that Blake could think of that were better than waking up to find his cock in a beautiful woman’s sweet mouth.
He’d been running with his wolf, hunting rabbits. And then something hot and lovely had pulled him out of the dream. He really couldn’t think of many things better than that.
The night before, she’d held tightly to his shirt even as she dozed off, letting go only when he got into bed behind her. He tried not to think about the implications of sharing this bed with her. To him, it had always suggested something deeper, but he didn’t want to process that thought further.
The sex was just as good as the blow job, and Blake found himself questioning whether Eleanor really had been a virgin before him. She had no reason to lie about it, he knew, but she sometimes did things that left him so shocked and amazed he found himself asking questions.
Afterward, they lay naked in bed, staring at the ceiling quietly. Their Saturdays were usually quiet, and they used them for personal errands. Blake couldn’t think of anything that he urgently needed to do, and Eleanor also didn’t seem eager to get out of bed.
Blake’s mind traveled unbidden to the moment by the fire, the previous night, when he’d made eye contact with Xander. Fortunately, he’d been too tired to properly process it and had given himself to sleep.
Now that he was fully rested and his mind was clear, he couldn’t shake off the murder he’d seen in his friend’s eyes. In retrospect, he wondered what he could have done differently.
What was worse—until he saw Xander, Blake hadn’t felt as if he was doing anything wrong. Holding Eleanor the way he’d been doing felt like the most natural thing in the world. Looking back, it was probably stupid of them to do so in Xander’s presence.
Xander had remained quiet, thankfully. He hated conflict, and worse, he hated creating a scene. But Blake couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t over.
He got out of bed and picked up his phone from the drawer, and his fears were confirmed. He had two missed calls from Xander. He stared at the notifications on the phone, not knowing what to make of it.
It looked as if shit had hit the fan, and everything was finally about to blow up in his face. He considered returning the calls, but what could he say? Blake had no idea what was going through Xander’s head, and no way of predicting what Xander was going to do.
“What’s wrong?” Eleanor asked, leaning over his shoulder. “You look…tense. Did something happen last night?”
“Last night?” Blake asked, feigning ignorance. “No. Nothing happened. It’s just…something came up in town. Urgent business, and my attention is required. It’s not anything you should worry yourself over, though.”
Eleanor didn’t seem convinced, but thankfully she was willing to let it go. “I guess I’ll see you when you get back?”
“Yes,” Blake confirmed. He had a sick feeling in his stomach as he leaned forward and kissed her on her forehead. “See you soon.”
He returned to his bedroom and locked the door behind him. He needed a plan, and he needed one desperately. He sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the missed calls from Xander. He had no idea what to do, or an appropriate response to give to Xander.
The more he thought about it, the more it bothered him. He stepped into the bathroom, had a quick shower, and dressed in sweatpants, a t-shirt, and running shoes. He plugged his ears with heavy metal rock music, and took off on a leisurely run toward town.
The sun was already in the middle of the sky and he knew it was a little too late for a morning run, but he didn’t care. He needed to be out of the house. He needed to be far away from Eleanor. He needed to clear his head. Going for a run was a no-brainer.
The town was alive when he arrived, and he’d worked up a good enough sweat. He didn’t feel any more prepared to face Xander, but he didn’t feel like he was suffocating. The afternoon air was crisp and cold, and he loved how it tingled his nose.
He stopped at Mrs. Whitaker’s for a cup of coffee and took a seat at a vacant table by the window. When she approached him with a pot of black coffee and a mug, she took one look at him before saying, “Looks like someone has got something eating up their mind.”
It always unsettled Blake how accurately the old woman could read him. He sometimes wondered if she had some witch blood inside her.
