And just like that, she did, this time taking me along with her.
I swear I came so fucking hard that I damn near blacked out.
I’d been no choir boy in my life. I’d fucked around a lot. And nothing like that had ever happened before.
My goddamn legs felt weak enough that I grabbed her around the hips and pulled her back with me so my ass could drop down on the bed until I trusted my muscles to hold me again.
“You good?” I asked when she slid off my lap to drop down on the bed, curled up on her side, staring at the wall.
“I don’t think I have bones anymore,” she said, then let out a strange, high-pitched laugh at that.
“If it makes you feel better, my legs don’t seem to be working either,” I said, dropping backward on the mattress beside her.
“That does make me feel better,” she said, offering me a soft smile.
“So?”
“So… what?”
“You’ve had another example now,” I told her. “Can we conclude I am better than alright now?”
“You know, I really don’t think it is scientifically accurate to make a conclusion based on two times.”
“Hm. You might be right. How many times do you suggest then?”
“Oh, maybe fifty? A hundred to be sure.”
“I guess I better make a stop to grab some Gatorade on the way back then, huh?” I asked, sharing a smile with her before I sighed. “I really do need to get going.”
“I know,” she agreed, nodding. “I’ll be here.”
“I will text you to see if you guys need anything.”
“Oh, we are going to need things,” she said, giving me a raised brow look.
“Yeah? Like what?” I asked, folding up, then making my way toward the bathroom, leaving the dar slightly open to hear her.
“Well, Myles is going to need, you know, everything. He didn’t get a chance to pack like I did.”
“Right. Yeah. I can handle that. Anything you need?”
“Not that I can think of right now. You know, with my brain not working properly and all,” she added and when I opened the door, she was shooting me a small-eye look.
“I’d apologize for that, but…”
“You’re not sorry,” she concluded, rolling onto her back as I stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her.
“Not in the fucking least,” I agreed, planting my hands next to her shoulders then lowering down. “I’ll be back in a bit,” I said, then pressed my lips to hers.
I was pretty sure as I walked out of that room, feeling a strange longing sensation that felt like missing her when I hadn’t even actually left yet, that maybe Teddy and Seeley weren’t completely batshit crazy.
Maybe I was falling for her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lark
I should have been thrilled to get a whole non-work day alone with my best friend in a luxury house and a bunch of dogs.