“Damn, you’re tight,” he said against my mouth.
“Best ass in the state of Georgia,” I teased, and we laugh-kissed. Laugh-kissing was the best because it was sexy and fun and something I only ever did with him.
“Do you have an award for this?”
“Yes. I’m thinking of hanging it on the wall.”
Instead of replying, he pushed his fingers in again, and I arched off the bed. Fuck, I needed him. Needed to be connected to him.
“Come here,” I begged, and wasn’t even embarrassed of the plea in my voice.
Elijah sobered, kneeled between my legs. He opened the condom, rolled it on, and lubed us both up. He pushed my legs back, leaned over me, the head of his cock pressing against my rim before he pushed in slowly, so fucking slowly, I thought I would die.
“Fuck yes.” I arched toward him, tilted my head back, savored the stretch and fullness of his dick working inside me, of his lips on my throat and the mumbling sounds he was making. When his groin was pressed against my ass, he stopped. We breathed.
“Shaw…”
“Fuck me,” I begged, and he did. Elijah pulled back and pumped his hips, thrusting, our bodies slapping together. I wanted more, pulled him close, wished we could melt into each other.
“Holy Christ. So hot. So tight,” he rambled.
“Best. Ass.”
He chuckled, which meant I did, which made me tighten around him.
“Fuck, you gotta come. I really need you to come.”
I spit in my hand, wrapped it around my cock, and stroked. Elijah slowed the jerk of his hips, adjusted his angle until—“Yes! Right there,” I cried out, and he rubbed my spot over and over with the head of his cock until my vision went blurry and my body began to vibrate, until I shattered, careening into orgasm and blowing my load all over my chest.
Elijah trembled on top of me, thrust, tensed, and followed right behind me.
We held each other the rest of the night.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Elijah
“What are you thinking about?” Brooklyn asked as we sat on my couch, eating ice cream.
I shook my head. “Nothing.” But that wasn’t really true. I was thinking about—
“Your man. The correct reply would be, I’m thinking about my man, B. You know you can’t lie to me.”
I flicked ice cream at her.
She was right. Of course she was right, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. “Yes. Are you happy now? I’m thinking about my man.” Only, technically, I didn’t even have the right to call him that, did I?
It had been a week since the barbecue, and things were the same in a lot of ways. Shaw and I spoke every day and hung out nearly every day. We had a couple of extra dance lessons, as the gala was approaching. Shaw laughed in all the right places and held me the same and fucked me the same. Still, it felt different.
He was quieter, more introspective. I would notice him space off, like his mind was elsewhere, and I was so damn scared he was getting cold feet. That things had moved too far, too fast, and Shaw was going to walk away.
“Elijah…what is it?” Brooklyn asked, concern in her voice.
“I’m in love with him,” I admitted.
“I know.”
I cocked a brow. “You’re not going to tell me we’re too different, or it’s too fast, or that I don’t know my own feelings?”
She shook her head. “Not this time, sweets. You guys are great together. He’s your person.”
I felt a smile in my chest but couldn’t bring it to my lips. “What if he doesn’t love me?” My voice cracked. I hated the question, knew it wasn’t a legitimate concern. I saw it in Shaw’s face. I felt it, but what if I was wrong?
“He does. But he’s also a boy, and boys can be dumb.”
“Hey!” I playfully pushed her arm. “I’m a boy, thank you very much. And girls can be dumb too. Your ex being one of them.”
She sighed. “Yeah, I know. People can be dumb, I guess.”
“This is why Shaw says love is stupid. I never used to think that, but now that I’m really in it, I realize it’s true.”
“Right?” she countered.
She’d had her heart broken. Shaw had too, in the past. Danny might not have been in love with Garrett, but he’d wanted to date him, and Garrett had turned him down. I was sure Will had been through something similar in his life.
None of us knew what we were doing. I couldn’t help wondering if anyone ever did when it came to love. Maybe we were all just stumbling into it.
“That doesn’t change us wanting it, though,” Brooklyn added.
I sat there a moment before replying, “No, no it doesn’t.”
“Why are we all sad, boo? You have a man, remember? And you’re in love with him, and I know he’s in love with you too. He met your family, and he looks at you with googly eyes, which I might add, you return.”