Except for now. With me.
The wind tousled my hair as I climbed halfway into his lap.
“Hey.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. He turned his eyes to me for a few seconds, studying me with a look of unfiltered relief that made my heart swell. “I know it was hard to say all that.”
He gazed at me another few seconds before leaning in to kiss my lips.
“Not as hard as it could’ve been.”
26
JULIAN
I woke up in the morning when I felt Sara stir, but I didn’t open my eyes even after she climbed onto my chest, feathering sleepy kisses over my lips.
“You’re awake,” she murmured with a soft giggle. “I can see it.”
I smirked. “I’m awake. But I’m still recovering.”
She knew well what she’d done to me last night.
We were content to be quiet during the boat ride back to the marina, and after getting home she had gotten wordlessly into the shower. Just as wordlessly, I followed her in. I had jerked off on the marble bench while watching her soap up that beautiful body, her hands taking extra time on her tits when she heard the way I groaned.
Christ, I was content to just watch her all night.
She was just so damned beautiful. She had a way of hypnotizing me without even trying, and entrancing me with just the way she spoke or moved. I had been under Sara’s spell from the moment she pulled me up to stand in front of her in the shower, her eyes shimmering up at me as she took her time to lather my body with soap. We spent awhile standing under that rainfall, content to just watch each other as she drew her hands all over me. I was hard, obviously, but I didn’t want to break the moment to get a condom.
I was happy where I was. We both were.
Of course, our bodies entwined the moment we stepped out of the shower. We didn’t make it three feet to the bed, but the love seat worked fine, and I went briefly blind after bursting inside her and fucking drowning the condom in my cum.
At night, I lie there next to Sara, so sweet and beautiful as she slept right next to me. As fucked up as it made me feel, I jacked it hard while gazing at her lips. They were pink and perfect, parted lightly a she breathed. I studied the way her thin top stretched over the full mounds of her breasts, and I swore I could’ve come just from watching her sleep.
But with a sweet little noise, she woke up.
She was groggy, smiling, half-asleep when she tugged gently on her tank top, till one of her breasts sprang free. I had every muscle flexed as she reached over and wrapped her fingers around my cock, taking her time, sighing with bleary content as she helped jerk me off.
It was surreal.
“You came all over my hand last night,” Sara whispered when I opened my eyes, a grin of content on my lips.
“You were a very sleepy, sexy girl last night.”
“Mm, well, I’m not going to lay there doing nothing if my man needs to come.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Your man?” I repeated, enjoying my view of her blushing furiously as she lay on top of me.
I let her stammer for a bit. It was cruel, but she was cute, and I needed time to figure out what the hell was going on with my own heart.
I felt different this morning – awake in a way I hadn’t felt in awhile. And I was under no illusion that our conversation on the boat yesterday had nothing to do
with it.
I hadn’t spoken about any of that since it happened – not about my father, Liz or Lucie. The only people I had told the story to were Mom and Emmett, and then, it was for the sake of explanation, and defending my side of the story as to why I left for so long. There had been tears, yelling and questions demanded mostly by Mom. It wasn’t a peaceful conversation, but it was the first step in breaking down the wall. So of course it was hard.
But yesterday with Sara had been easy. In fact, it felt surprisingly good. Relieving. I hadn’t felt the need to ever revisit that story, but it felt oddly natural to do it with her.
And I was repaying her for that this morning by forcing her to stutter about how she didn’t mean to call me her man. I grinned.