Move the Stars (Something in the Way 3)

“I don’t care,” she added. “I don’t know how long it’ll be before we’re together again.”

Panic tightened my chest once more. It wouldn’t be any easier here for Lake as she waited for news from me. “We should probably take a break for a little while,” I said.

“Oh. Are you sore, too?”

She was too cute this morning, and maybe that was intentional, to torment me for leaving. “No,” I said. “I just want to lie here with you for now.”

She ran her fingers along my forearm and I fought to keep my eyes open. After last night, after the past few days, I thought I could sleep for a week.

“You know all those things you said last night?” she asked. “Did you mean them?”

I knew what she was referring to, and for better or worse, I meant all of it. Begging for me to claim her pussy, no matter the consequences? “Fuck yes.”

Her cheeks rounded, as if she was holding in laughter. “So you’re really going to move into my shitty apartment? That dump?”

“It won’t be a dump once I’m through with it.”

“What about Val?”

I swung my leg over hers, trapping her against the bed. “What about Val, goddamn it?”

“She can stay with us, right?”

I scraped my stubble against a part of her neck that made her howl. “It tickles,” she screamed, trying to get away. “Fine, fine. Val can’t come!”

I released her. She hopped up and started jumping on the bed. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” she said, her top billowing enough for me to get quick glimpses of what was underneath. “You and I are going to live together.”

I watched her, mesmerized by her golden hair, her sparkling blue eyes. I would’ve agreed to anything she asked for in that moment. I hadn’t seen her this happy since I’d gotten here, as if the dark cloud hanging over our affair was lifting. “Yes we are.”

“And buy groceries together. And paint the apartment. And sleep in the same bed. Every night.”

“You got it.”

She jumped so high, she reached up and touched the ceiling. “This is the best day—no, no, no. It’s the best morning of my life.”

“I don’t get a full day?” I asked.

“No, because you have to leave.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wished I had a cigarette so I could just lie here and drug myself and watch her jump all morning. “You know, now that we’re together,” I said, “when you do things like this . . .”

She was out of breath and smiling as she stopped and looked down at me. “What?”

“You can do them naked.”

She hid her face with her hands, but I caught the redness creeping up her neck. “You don’t think I’m being childish?”

Maybe she was, but didn’t she know I loved her like this? Hadn’t I fallen for her before any of this, when she’d been naïve and silly and prudish, as Tiffany had liked to call her? Hadn’t I gone overboard again and again trying to protect this side of her? Childishness was allowed. “I love you,” I said.

“Then come up here and jump with me.”

“The bed would go right through the floor.”

She stepped over me with one foot so I could see right up the leg of her shorts. “Enjoying the view?” she asked.

“Very much.” I licked my lips, running my hands up her calves. “Take off your top.”

We’d been together less than five days, and she was still self-conscious. With hesitation in her eyes, her movements were stilted as she peeled off the tank . . . and dropped it on my face.

I tossed it aside. “Keep jumping.”

With a light laugh, she bounced the mattress enough to make her tits jiggle. Jesus, I felt like a fucking king in that moment—a king preparing to devour his only subject. “I never thought,” I said, “not in a million years . . .”

She grinned. “That I’d jump on top of you?”

“Did you hear what I said just now? I love you, Lake.” I knew she felt the same, but she hadn’t said it since I’d arrived. I understood why, but now I was headed into battle, and I needed her to armor me. I slid my hands higher, causing her breath to catch. “Tell me you do, too.”

She stood there, her chest rising and falling, her expression turning serious. “You know I do.”

“So say it, my beautiful, silly girl. It’ll keep me going while we’re apart.”

Her legs trembled as I massaged her through her shorts. She made me wait, and when she finally said it, her voice was as soft and lovely as the pussy my fingertips were inching toward. “I love you,” she said.

I’d heard it before, when she’d told me on the beach, but it felt like the first time. I wanted her as much now as I had that night, as much as I had hours ago when I’d fantasized about impregnating her, as much as the first time, when I’d stood outside her unlocked door, fighting myself. “Good girl,” I said. “You are, aren’t you? Show me how good you are. I want to see all of you from this angle.”