Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 40
MAC
“Why in the world is Gage’s closet so big? It’s like passing through a portal to Narnia.” Fee glances over her shoulder one last time before we disappear into my bedroom. “How will he deal with another human being basically in his personal space? And not just any human being, his sister’s best friend?” She grabs me by the shoulders. “All that separates them is a thin closet door, Mac. She’ll be able to hear everything he does.”
“Let’s not talk about that,” I suggest as I close my door. I don’t want to think about Gage’s habits, or what he might or might not be able to do with a quasi-roommate.
“Yeah. You’re right. Let’s not. But things must have been bad if this seems like a good option.”
“I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s okay, and we can talk about this later.” Much later. Like maybe never.
“That’s an excellent plan.” Fee grabs the front of my shirt and pulls my mouth to hers.
I groan at the feel of her lips, at how soft and sweet she is, at how good it feels to finally touch her again.
She disconnects us and I frown.
“We should put music on, just in case I can’t manage my volume,” she explains.
“I absolutely do not want you to temper your enthusiasm.” I cue up one of our favorite playlists on my phone while Fee pulls her hoodie over her head along with her bralette. I get caught up in how gorgeous she looks, standing in my room, shirtless.
“Mac.” Fee snaps her fingers.
My gaze flips up.
“Got lost in the high beams, huh?”
We both laugh and I yank my own hoodie and T-shirt over my head. Fee sighs.
We wrap our arms around each other, making matching contented sounds. I love it when we’re skin to skin like this. We help each other out of the rest of our clothes and I pull the sheets back. Fee climbs in, rolling onto her stomach, perfect lush ass on display as she buries her face in my pillow. “I missed the smell of your bed.”
I climb up after her and stretch out on top of her, my erection nestled in the crack of her ass. “You mean you missed the smell of me.”
“And the feel,” she sighs.
“Me, too. So much.” I kiss her shoulder and do a push-up, so she can flip over. We adjust our legs so I can settle in the cradle of her hips. “I want to take my time tonight, Ophelia.” I kiss the edge of her jaw. “First, I want to make you come.” I roll my hips. “I think I'll start with my fingers, because I miss how soft you are under my touch.”
She moans and hooks her leg over my hip. “God, I missed your mouth.”
“I should make you come with that, too, then.” I suck her bottom lip.
“I would love that, a lot.” She slides her hands into my hair, nails scraping gently against my scalp.
“And then I’m going to love you.” I stroke inside her mouth. “Slow at first.” I roll my hips again. “And then hard and deep.”
“I really, really missed your pretty, dirty mouth.” Fee drags her nails down my back.
“I'll do my best not to give you another reason to miss it,” I roll to the side and cup between her legs, pressing my palm against her already swollen clit.
She sighs in contentment, her fingers drifting down my cheek. “Tell me how I feel.”
I capture her clit between my fingers. “So soft.” I glide lower. “And wet.” I ease a finger inside. “And mine.”
She pulls my mouth back to hers on a sweet moan. I stroke inside her, finding the spot that makes her nails prick my skin and her hips swivel. I break the kiss when I sense she’s getting close so I can watch her unravel for me. And then I kiss a path down her body and lick her until she’s moaning my name.
By the time I’m done, I’m practically feral for her, desperate to be inside her. She kisses me fiercely, just as needy, and pushes on my shoulder. I roll onto my back and Fee straddles my hips, tongue searching my mouth as she glides over my length.
“We could go bare.” Her eyes search mine. “I’m on the pill and my period was last week. But no pressure, only if you want.”
She has an alarm set to take it every night before bed. If ever there was a safe time, it’s now. “I might not last long,” I warn. But I want the closeness with her. To be inside her with no barriers between us.
“That’s okay, we have all night, and sleep is for losers.” Her fingers drift along the edge of my jaw, her eyes soft and sincere. “But seriously, Mac, I'll understand if you’d rather use a condom.”