“Me too.” His mouth crashes down on mine, and he pushes me toward the shimmering bliss of an orgasm.
When I can feel myself tipping over the edge, he tears his mouth from mine and his hand disappears from between my thighs. I groan my displeasure and try to pull him back, at least until he drops to his knees on the floor, hitches my leg over his shoulder and brings me to orgasm, with his mouth this time.
I shudder when he licks my sensitive skin and laugh when he murmurs, “Good to know it wasn’t a fluke.”
18
ADVENTURES IN AVERY-SITTING
DECLAN
“We’re going out.” I toss one of Avery’s bras into her lap, along with a pair of sweats, an oversized shirt, and a hoodie. It’s a crisp fall day, the sun is shining, and if I don’t get her out of the house, I’m going to try to get her out of her clothes.
“Huh?”
“Out. You and me. We’re going to do something fun.”
“Fun?” she parrots.
“Yes. Fun. Now get dressed.” I turn around and head back down the hall.
“I think it would be more fun if you helped me get dressed!” she calls out.
“That kind of fun comes later!” I shout back. She’s right, it would be a lot more fun. But over the past few days, there’s been a lot of orgasms and not a lot else happening in this condo. I need to get some fresh air and some perspective, and my face and fingers out of Avery’s sweet spot. So I planned an afternoon of activities, the kind that will hopefully wear us both out so I can rein my freaking hormones in.
I change into jeans and a sweatshirt. Check my messages to make sure I haven’t missed anything important and return to the living room, where I find Avery sitting on the couch. Thankfully she’s dressed. She’s also pouting. “What if I don’t want to do something fun?”
“Trust me, you do.” I hold out a hand and wait for her to take it so I can pull her up and pass her the crutch. “Besides, weren’t you complaining about not having enough material for your recovery journal? You sitting on the couch doing crosswords isn’t exactly riveting, so I thought a change of scenery would help. And there’s ice cream at the end.”
Avery’s eyes light up. “Ooh, what kind of ice cream?”
“Whatever kind you want.”
Avery is the only person I know who will willingly eat ice cream in the dead of winter. It doesn’t matter that it’s October, or that her teeth will likely be chattering by the time she’s done with her cone. Her love of ice cream supersedes any and all weather conditions.
Avery could probably manage to get into the front of my SUV if we moved the passenger seat as far back as possible, but she’s still super nervous about driving anywhere, so the back seat it is for now.
I pass her my phone. “Why don’t you pick a playlist?”
“How far are we going?” The hint of panic isn’t unexpected.
“Not far, I promise.” I planned out today’s activities so we’re in the car for short periods of time, but long enough to push Avery out of her comfort zone a little. Anything I can do to distract her should make her feel better about the whole thing.
Avery scrolls through my music. “Wait, you have a playlist with my name on it?”
“Well yeah, for when we go on road trips and stuff. That way we don’t have to change stations every ten minutes because there’s a song you don’t approve of on the radio, or commercials.”
Avery cues up the playlist and keeps on scrolling. In the past she used to keep herself entertained by going through my contact list. I always put notes beside the women who rotated in and out of my life, most of them for very brief periods of time. Some of them had names like the Screamer, the Yodeler, the Bendy Yogi, the Ass Slapper. It used to be funny, and now the thought of her going through that list is embarrassing. “What’re you doing?”
“Just checking out your other playlists and your IG account. Based on the number of pictures you have of pizza and wings from Tony’s, you could be a paid sponsor.”
“If it gets me free pizza out of the deal, I’d be down for a sponsorship.”
I make a right and pull into the parking lot of our first stop for today.
“Mini putt?” Avery sounds somewhat skeptical. She holds up her arm and taps her casted leg. “How is that going to work?”
“I’m here to be your extra set of hands.” I wave mine in the air and waggle my brows. “But they’re for putting purposes only until we get home.”
Avery side-eyes me. “I better get an orgasm for every hole in one I manage.”