Accidental Love (Accidental Hook-Up 1)

“We need to take this to my room,” I told her, knowing that I was going to have a hard time stopping.

“Outside,” she told me as I helped her get up before doing the same. I looked around again before we went out to the dark deck, closing the screen behind us. I hoped that someone would realize we were out there and not lock us out. In a way, I wouldn’t mind. She led me down the steps and to some rocks as I followed her with a smile on my face. Celia turned to look at me in the moonlight as she sat down on a high, flat rock. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Me neither,” I replied as I stepped towards her. I cupped her face, still leaning down to kiss her as she whimpered against me. Our mouths parted, and tongues danced together as I pressed between her thighs and slid one hand down her neck. When we broke for air, I had her tugged completely against me and our kiss was ravenous. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips as she stared at me, not sure what I should do now. This was different from the night I slept with her. I wasn’t anywhere near drunk and not grieving as much. We were both lucid and aware of everything that was happening.

I wanted a lot more than just tonight.

“Celia… where do you want this to go?” I whispered as she blinked at me. “I have been attracted to you for a long time, but I respect your doubts. I feel them.”

“I want to keep those as a priority but I’m tired of fighting this. I’m tired of thinking I’ll find someone like you.” She sighed and smiled at me, looking vulnerable and beautiful all at once. We decided to stop this tonight and go to bed, picking it back up tomorrow.

Celia went first, and I locked the door behind us, kissing her gently at my door. She smiled and walked to Brinley’s room, slipping inside as I watched her. This time I had something to look forward to as I reached down my shorts to ease the discomfort of my cock.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Celia

I tossed and turned all night, choosing to stay home when Melinda came up with the idea to go to hit a spa for the day. Brinley gave me a weird look before she went to shower, and Melinda sat on the bed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I just had trouble sleeping.” I told her since she knew that happened sometimes.

“Okay. Get some rest and we’ll bring lunch home.” Melinda offered, and I smiled as I thanked her. I turned on the TV in Brinley’s room, pretending to watch a movie while Brinley finished getting ready.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Massages, facials, manis, and pedis. You want to miss that?” Brinley asked as I smiled.

“I didn’t sleep. I’m just going to relax. You are far more into spas than I am.” It was the truth. I preferred to know the massage therapist instead of getting the one that was working that day and the rest wasn’t my ideal day either. I knew what that was, but I’d never admit it to anyone. I walked to the garage with them using the excuse of getting water. I made a point of talking about not going in front of Remy’s room. When I hugged Brinley goodbye, I closed the door and waited for them to leave.

I made my way through the house with a smile as I popped into the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up, I knew we’d be alone for at least three hours from past spa trips and that Remy’s dad was away on business. I changed into some shorts and a tank top before going to stand in front of Remy‘s door. I tapped on it and heard laughter on the other side. “I hope that’s you, Celia.”

“It is.” I opened it and walked in, pausing when I saw him sitting against his pillows in boxers. “Oh wow.” I closed the door and walked slowly towards him, knowing that I wasn’t going to walk away this time. I moved onto the mattress and crawled over to him, lowering my mouth to his for a sweet, slow kiss. Remy slipped his hand into my hair and I closed my eyes as I gave him control. His mouth was skilled and made me lose all willpower as our tongues moved together. Remy kept this up until he reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling away to look at me. “Take it off,” I told him, moving back, and helping him lift it over my head.

I was bare underneath and my nipples pebbled in the sun shining through the blinds. Remy sucked in his breath and reached out to cup one, stroking me as I watched. “You feel so good,” he told me as he leaned in to kiss my mouth and then my neck. He squeezed me, stroking my nipple with his thumb as I moaned his name. When he covered me with his mouth, drawing me in I reached into his hair and held him there. He sucked soft and then hard, drawing my skin between his teeth. I reached down to feel him through his boxers, hard and thick like I remembered. Remy jerked forward, and I gripped him as he bit me. “Oh my God.” I cried out as he laughed.