I thought my body was too sore for another round but as he slides inside my damp folds, the only place I want him to be is deep inside me. Feeling my need already mounting, he wastes no time entering me on one hard thrust.
The intensity of being filled by him so suddenly causes me to cry out, the sound of my voice that of a complete stranger. He pulls something carnal out of me, something wild, and I love every second of it.
Unlike his normal approach to me, this time he’s anything but gentle; thrusting in and out of me so hard that our bodies smack together, the sound echoing off the walls around us. My body teeters between pain and pleasure, the combination leaving me feeling almost dizzy.
I’m drunk on Paxton. Intoxicated by his beauty, his smell, the way his body feels against me.
Digging my nails into his back, I tighten my grip as I feel my hold slipping. The pleasure coursing through me is enough to leave me disoriented and desperate. I grind against him, the feeling of him tight against my walls only dragging me closer and closer upward with each pull until finally I can’t hold on any longer.
Within seconds I explode around him, biting down on his shoulder in an attempt to muffle my cries. My body quakes, pulsing in steady rhythm as I tremble in his arms. This seems to tear away what little control he has left.
Pulling out, Paxton flips me in one quick movement and then drives into me from behind. He goes so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach, but that doesn’t stop me from pushing backward and meeting him thrust for thrust. Within seconds he loses the battle against himself, his fingers digging into my hips so tightly I know I’ll bruise as he spills his release inside of me.
He slows his movements, dragging two more slow pulls inside my body before finally stilling. Collapsing down onto my back, he buries his head into the crook of my neck as he fights to catch his breath.
“Fuck me Charlie.” He sucks in a ragged inhale. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” His words instantly bring a smile to my face.
“Well then apparently I’m doing something right.” I try to come across as nonchalant as possible but on the inside my inner self is screaming and doing back flips.
“You’re doing everything right Charlie.” He pulls out, rolling me onto my back before settling in between my thighs. The second the intense green of his eyes hits mine it makes it hard for me to breathe. “Every fucking single thing is right.” He pauses, his face hovering just inches above mine.
“I hope you know there’s no fucking way I’m ever letting you go.” His matter of fact statement sends my already raging heart galloping against my ribcage so hard it’s a wonder that it doesn’t beat straight out of my chest.
My god this man has got me. I mean, hook line and sinker, I am buying every word he’s selling. I just hope he actually means it. I’m not sure my heart can take losing Paxton for a second time. Not after this. Not after everything.
“I’m gonna hold you to that.” I get out weakly.
“Good.” His eyes sparkle as he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. “Cause I mean every word.” He breathes against my mouth before sealing his promise with a kiss so deep, I swear I can feel the effects all the way to my toes.
****
“God, how did I forget how demanding this is?” I drop my laptop and dump my bag out onto the kitchen table, staring at the mountain of books, pens and papers that come tumbling out.
“It’s your first week back.” I hear my mother’s voice just seconds before her gentle hand comes down onto my shoulder. “It’s just gonna take some time to get back into the swing of things.”
“Easy for you to say.” I huff. “You’re not the one that has two days’ worth of homework to complete before ten a.m.”
“And whose fault is that?” She nudges her hip against mine before sauntering off towards the stove to stir whatever it is she’s cooking today.
I swear my mom cooks like she still has a house full of growing children. Even though most nights it’s only her and I, she still prepares a full course meal.
“Well, I can’t help it. I’ve been busy.” I shuffle through the mess of papers and books scattered in front of me.
“Maybe you should tell Paxton you need a little more time to focus on your studies.” Her words cause my entire body to seize in panic and I flip my wide gaze up to her face to find her studying me with a knowing smirk.
“You think I didn’t know?” Her smile widens.
“Mom. I…” I immediately move to deny it but she cuts me off.
“You don’t have to lie to me honey. Besides, I think it’s great.”
“You do?” The words fall from my mouth without a second thought.
“Of course I do. Paxton is a part of this family. I’ve seen firsthand the kindness of that boy’s heart. He may try to shelter it from the rest of the world, but I can see it clearly. And it’s even clearer that he’s been quite taken with you for some years now.”
“How did you know?” I stutter out, so dumbfounded that I can’t even seem to wrap my head around the fact that I’m actually talking to another living person about Paxton.
I didn’t know if a day like today would ever come. A day where I could just say yes. Yes, I’m with him. Yes, I want him. Yes, I love him. Even now I feel the overwhelming need to lie, though I can tell by my mother’s expression that it would do me no good. She doesn’t need me to confirm anything. Somehow, she already seems to know. And what’s even crazier, she seems to understand.
“Anyone who cares enough to actually look can see it. The way that boy looks at you, it reminds me of how your father used to look at me. I know love when I see it.” She crosses the kitchen toward me, pulling out the chair next to me before taking a seat.
I numbly slide down into my own chair, not able to tear my gaze away from my mom’s face.
“I don’t know if I would go that far.” I shake my head, not able to believe that Paxton’s feelings for me are anywhere even remotely close to that of my mom and dad’s.
“I would.” She states matter of fact. “And the way you’ve been skipping around here since you returned from Vegas, I’d say you’re starting to see it too.”
“Gavin?” I choke out, for the first time genuinely fearful that my brother may know more than I originally thought.
“Oh please.” She swipes her hand through the air. “Your brother can’t see two feet in front of himself. I doubt he has even the slightest inkling that something is going on.”
“You’re not going to tell him?”
“Of course not.” She shakes her head.
I don’t know why this surprises me but it does.
“Mom—I…”
“It’s okay. I really don’t need the details.” She shakes her head on a laugh. “I just wanted you to know that if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.”
“Thank you.” I can feel the tears welling behind my eyes and instantly my mother’s hand comes down on mine.
“What is it?” Her tone is soft, her eyes understanding.
“Nothing. It just feels so good to have someone know the truth.” I swipe at a tear that trickles down my cheek.