s from here,” I mumble. I’ve dreamt of being with him every night since I got his first letter months ago.
“I have five days here,” he tells me, and I try not to let the sadness show. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. I don’t want to make you sad.”
“I’m not.” That’s a lie. “It’s just not long enough,” I whisper.
“Not yet it’s not. But soon.” Gripping his hand, I pull him behind me as we quickly walk back to my apartment.
Entering the building, it’s quiet, and that only compounds the anticipation building between us. As soon as the door is open, Steele slams it shut behind us, locking it. Standing in the middle of the room, I feel a little daunted now. He, however, has no qualms.
Stalking towards me as he sheds his uniform, only getting to his pants as he reaches me, Steele doesn’t hesitate to pull me into him. Kissing my doubt away and pulling my shirt over my head.
I didn’t wear a bra today, and the appreciative look in his eyes excites me. Pushing his tongue past my startled response as he hoists me up into his hold, a bruising grip on my ass, Steele bends over and drops me on the bed. As he towers over me, his wide muscled frame envelopes me, making me feel loved, cherished, protected against all the terrible things in the world.
His hands skim down my body, and he drops his head to my chest, lost in the sensations as he whispers my name. Dragging my pants off my hips, I hear his zipper lowering and the heat of his body between my thighs. “It’s gonna be quick this first time, Ava. I’ve been dreaming of being with you for too damn long to last.” He sounds tortured.
Shivering from the hungry look in his gaze, I can only nod, craving to feel him inside my body. Rocking as one, silence surrounds us, and every breathy moan from me, every shocked gasp, his guttural groans, they are all amplified.
Squirming as I feel the heat of his cock sliding through my folds, I’m over-heated and needy. “Touching you is pure heaven,” Steele groans into my neck, wrapping his arms under my back and holding me close.
When finally, I feel him prodding to enter my body, I relax as best I can and bite along his shoulder as he finally slides home, his girth slightly painful.
“Fuck, Ava.” He kisses along my neck as his hips move gingerly, igniting a hedonistic pleasure I can’t define.
“More, Steele. Harder,” I hiss, lifting my hips to meet each of his thrusts.
Rolling us over, I’m settled on top, and the muscles in his neck are so strained it looks painful. I don’t hesitate to roll my hips up and down, back and forth, languidly rocking before picking up pace as his fingers continue to sink into my hips.
As soon as I’ve got a smooth rhythm going, Steele rolls us over again and takes command, his thrusting erratic and painful in all the best ways. As my orgasm begins to take over and my body convulses, I feel him hit the edge simultaneously, and we cross the finish line together. Out of breath, satiated, and completely exhausted.
“I love you, Steele.” The words come so effortlessly, so freely, for once. I pray this is just the beginning for us.
Chapter 8
Steele
“Would you fucking listen to me, Heather.” I’ve finally snapped. My sister has been a complete bitch about Ava and me with literally no reason for it at all.
“No! She took the boy I liked, and now she’s taking you. You didn’t even come home because of her.” The whine in her voice grates on my nerves. Of all my siblings, me being the oldest, she the youngest, we were always closest, but she’s getting on my last nerve now.
“Did you even hear a fucking word I said?” I shout. “I had five days; I chose to be with her. Ava thought I was going home. She and I are together now. She’s mine, and when I come home again, I’m going to ask her to marry me. She will be your fucking sister, and you’ll damn well treat her better than the ones we have now.”
Her arms cross angrily. “No.”
“Are you a damn child or an adult, Heath? Because I’m thinking you’re about two years old right now. Ava was your best friend for years; she didn’t even know the boy was interested in her. They never once spoke, and when I told her why you suddenly turned cold, she felt terrible. It wasn’t her fucking fault, Heather!” If I were at home right now, I’d be shaking some sense into my stubborn-ass sibling.
I recognize in the softening of her eyes and the loosening of her shoulders that I’m getting to her. “I need you to be friends with Ava again. I’m so stupidly in love with her that it will physically hurt me if you hate her.” I’m not above guilting my sister into forgiveness either.
Uncrossing her arms, she blows the hair out of her face before reluctantly agreeing. “Fine. It was exhausting trying to hate her anyways. All the other girls in school were always so bitchy, and Ava was incredibly nice. I wish I could take back how I’ve acted.” Now, her vulnerability is showing.
“So do it, Heath. I know Ava will be happy to have you as a friend again. Call her.” Noticing the mail truck, I know I have a package of goodies on there from Ava. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you again next week. Love you, kid.” She waves as I hit “end call”, and the mailman arrives, handing me the package.
As I open the box, her letter is right on top this time. After I told her it was the first thing I went looking for, she promised to make it easier for me.
Dear Steele,
I miss you. Body-aching, heart-cramping, belly-twisting miss you. It’s only been a couple weeks since you left, and it feels like years. Five days wasn’t nearly long enough, but I treasure every moment we had together.
I go to class, I come home, I study. I’m just going through the motions. I never imagined I could miss you this much. The shirt you left behind helps. Having your scent with me, wrapped around me as I sleep, makes it easier.