Always You (Love Hurts 1)

“I couldn’t go without kissing you again,” I said, running my fingers through her hair.

She smiled, her lips meeting mine, the smell of her pussy all around me. “Go,” she ordered.

I nodded and walked over to the edge of the balcony where it met the brick exterior of the house. Hoisting myself over the ledge, I let myself drop onto the ground. I stood up and brushed myself off, then walked back inside as if nothing had happened.

Chapter Twenty-Four

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Wrenn

A blush crept over my face as I thought about last night.

Dalton, going down on me . . . God, the way I felt when his tongue explored me. That was the most intimate I’d ever been with anyone. Much more intimate than sex, or giving head. As a woman, there was something so personal about having someone go down on you . . . ugh, I couldn’t even put it into words.

I stayed in bed for as long as I could, reliving last night. With every thought, my core tingled, aching to feel his touch again. My fingers brushed over my nipples, which stood hard and erect.

Closing my eyes, I thought about him and how good he made me feel. The way his tongue had massaged my clit had me almost coming on the spot. My fingers trailed down between my legs. I imagined him there, kissing, caressing. I slipped a finger inside myself. I was so wet. Thinking about him got me so aroused.

I began to rub harder as the urge to be satisfied began to build. I imagined his erection pressing at my entrance, teasing me.

I thought about the other night, after the hot tub. I’d wanted him so badly that my body ached for him. I circled my clit, reliving the thought of him driving himself inside me and pushing me to the brink. I gasped as my body spasmed, my own touch almost too much to handle.

I softly rubbed my wetness, the euphoria engulfing me until I could take no more. I sighed and rolled over, exhausted and yet so content.

***

I made my way downstairs, thinking about Dalton. God, even the thought of him had me smiling. We were so close to the end, I felt like nothing could ruin this for us.

Except maybe Paige.

Since she’d accosted me the other day, she had stayed out of my way. No more mention of what she thought she knew. She had even stopped her abuse of me.

Dalton was convinced she wouldn’t say anything. With no proof, it was our word against hers, and Paige was all about appearances. The last thing she would want to do is snitch. I wished I shared his confidence, but part of me was just waiting for her to do or say something. I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t just back away quietly. That wasn’t her style.

As I rounded the corner, I heard Dalton’s name. I stopped short, pushing myself up against the wall so Layna wouldn’t see me. I strained to hear what she was saying. My heart began to pound. This was it: Paige had told her. It was over. I felt dizzy as I struggled to breathe. Oh, God, not like this.

“Honey, I promised you I’d look out for him, and I have been.” Layna’s voice was soft. Now I was confused. Honey? Who was she talking to? Layna chuckled. “You’re supposed to worry about him, you’re his mother.”

I froze. Dalton’s mother. This wasn’t about us. Relief rushed through me. Thank fucking God.

“I know, I understand. I would be, too. What age did Derek start showing symptoms?” Silence. “Uh-huh.” More silence.

Who the hell was Derek? And what did they mean ‘symptoms?’ Of what?

“You’re worrying about something that might never happen. If Dalton does turn out to have this disease, you’ll deal with it, and you won’t be alone. You’ll have Dan and me. I have no idea if it’s better for him to have the test or not. It’s his personal choice whether he wants to know or not.”

My heart raced as I tried to process what I was hearing. He might be sick. Dalton might be sick. My brain ached as I ran through all the possible worst-case scenarios in my head. Why hadn’t he told me? What was wrong with him?

Oh God, I couldn’t handle this.

My legs buckled under me. I lost my balance, crashing into an oversized, poorly positioned vase. My toe throbbed as I hopped around.

“Mary, I have to go.” I heard the phone click, and then Layna appeared around the corner. She grabbed my arm to steady me, and helped me over to the sofa.

“Wrenn, what are you doing?” she exclaimed, furrowing her brows.

I shook my head, not sure of what to say. “I was walking down and I heard you on the phone. It sounded like something I shouldn’t interrupt, so I waited . . . ”