Mateo released a yawn, and it reminded me of just how tired I was.
“I’m going to head on out. Have a good night’s sleep,” I said.
“Thank you,” Mateo said.
He needed to learn that he didn’t have to do it alone. We were all here for him. All here for each other.
I went down to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and made my way back to the bedroom.
The house was in the uncomfortable silent zone. Everyone was either out or asleep. I sipped at my water, screwing on the lid and sliding down into my bed.
Sleep didn’t come easily.
My thoughts kept on going to Mateo and Sian. She was now in his bed.
I wasn’t jealous. I would’ve liked to have stayed, to hold her, to feel her surround me, but instead, I was back in the quiet of my own room, sad, miserable, alone.
My thoughts drifted to Sian. To how beautiful she looked. My cock hardened at the sight, and all I could think about was being inside her once again. With the rain pelting at my back, the tightness of her cunt as it surrounded me. The feel of the pulses as she got closer to orgasm. They were perfection.
Reaching beneath the covers, I wrapped my fingers around my dick and started to work from the base up to the tip and back down again. Each memory drove my arousal higher. I groaned as I ran my thumb across my sensitive tip, coating it in pre-cum.
I wanted to come.
Up and down, I sped up the pace, getting closer and closer. My imagination ran wild, thinking about her on her knees before me, mouth open ready to take my cum. Would she swallow it?
I couldn’t hold back, and as I came, I shoved the blanket out of the way just in time for it to spill onto my stomach.
Wave upon wave of it. The pulse making me moan until I finally let go.
Perspiration covered my body. My mouth felt dry, and my body shook from the intensity of the orgasm, but it had all been worth it.
After running my hand down my face to clear the fog of arousal and pleasure, I climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection for several minutes before cleaning up.
My need for Sian wasn’t going to be over so quickly. I wanted her so badly. One taste wasn’t enough. I didn’t know if I’d ever be done with her, and I didn’t want to be either.
She was perfect in every single way.
I loved her in my own way.
I had to have her. Simple as that, and if that meant fighting for her, so be it.
Chapter Six
Sian
Why was my head pounding?
I reached up to grip my temples, and it didn’t help. Movement only seemed to make it worse. A huge groan spilled from my lips, and I whimpered.
“That’s what you get for mixing beer with tequila.”
I dropped my hands and stared up into Mateo’s eyes.
“Morning,” I said. My throat sounded croaky.
“Yeah, that will have to do with you singing at the top of your lungs when I got you in the car. Also, when you’re drunk, do you know you don’t stop talking?” he asked.
My face felt on fire. “You saw all that?”
“I was the one who came and got you both.”
“Oh.” I glanced around the room.
“William’s down in the hallway sleeping it off.”
This made me frown. “Why?”
“He has a history of doing the wrong things. When it comes to drinking, he knows he has to stay in control. He broke the rules, so he doesn’t get a comfy bed. Pain pill and water or just the water?”
I took both. Anything to get rid of this headache and the rancid taste in my mouth. I quickly glanced up. “I threw up last night?”
“You did.”
I was also aware I was in my underwear.
“Dante helped me to get you all cleaned up. Don’t worry, we were perfect gentlemen with you.”
“I know.” I pressed my lips together. The bed smelled like him. It was an odd mix of strong cologne and a hint of spice, kind of like Mateo. “I’m sorry I took your bed.”
“You can have my bed anytime.” He sat down on the edge. “I slept right next to you.”
I looked back and saw the indent on the pillow. “And I didn’t wriggle around too much?”
“Sian, you haven’t moved all night.”
“That’s good.” I didn’t want to hog the bed and take away his fun. “Really good.”
He chuckled. “Did you at least have fun?”
I nodded. “We went to the mall to start with.”
“You didn’t have any shopping with you when I got to you.”
“We didn’t shop. Who brought William’s car home?”
“We’re going to fetch it later today when we know for sure the effects of the alcohol have worn off.”
I finished the water I still had left over. The freshness sliding down my throat was a comfort I wasn’t expecting. It was nice.