to catch some of his cum and trace it back up to rub against my labia, and I raised my brows. “Marking territory?” No idea where that came from, but his sudden blinding grin made me glad I’d said it.
“Just reminding myself this is real,” he whispered. “That I’m not dreaming.”
At that, I lifted my head and nipped his jaw, then kissed along his throat until I could find a spot to suck a hickey into place. He began to toy with my clit, and the overstimulation made me whimper, but I didn’t push at him to stop.
“Definitely not a dream,” I assured him as I dropped my head back to the pillow.
“Good.” Then he did something I could never have expected. He not only kissed his way down my body, he nudged my thighs apart so he could settle between them. The hush of his breath over my pussy sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
Before today, I was pretty sure I’d pushed every limit.
I was wrong.
“I hope you don’t mind if we break your curfew,” he teased, and I laughed. A laugh that turned into a groan as he ran his fingers down my labia and parted them before he pressed his face against my pussy and proceeded to eat himself out of me.
I didn’t think I had it in me to come again.
Trust me, I was wrong about that, too.
It was late when he slipped out of his room to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. He helped clean me up from our next round, and I shuddered through every touch. I was too sensitive now. When he tried to apologize, despite his smug grin, I pinched him.
As much as I’d love to never move again, I had to get dressed. He helped me, including getting the charm necklace back into place, though I did go home without panties. The scraps of mine were tucked away in his drawer. We slipped out like thieves—thank God his parents had gone to bed and I didn’t have to look Joe or Sara in the eye after fucking their son five ways from Sunday. Or I should say, after their son fucked me five ways from Sunday.
My ass was still a little tender, but not in a bad way. Everything was. And at the same time…
“Ian?”
He glanced at me as he started his mom’s car. We’d had about forty text messages from the guys that we’d utterly ignored. It was almost midnight, and we were finally heading back to the apartment. Jake’s sarcasm had echoed through his Well, thanks for the update, asshole that he’d sent to Ian after Ian answered him.
“Yeah?” The possessiveness was still there in his eyes.
I licked my lips. The intensity, the day, all of it… It was too much and perfect at the same time. “Don’t think this lets you off the hook for those dates.”
He stared at me a beat, then burst out laughing.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Angel.”
I grinned and leaned back in the seat.
“You hungry?”
I considered his question. “I could eat.”
I’d definitely worked up an appetite again.
Chapter Eleven
Merry Mayhem
I startled awake to the soft weight of a hand on my cheek and two fingers pressed against my lips. It was dark as hell, save for a crack of light let in from the hall.
“Archie?”
He motioned for silence, then beckoned me out of the bed. I’d been sandwiched between Jake and Ian, so he had to help me climb out. Coop was right there at the door, and he had clothes for me in his hands.
It wasn’t until I was in the hall and Coop was helping me put on a pair of yoga pants while I braced one hand on the wall, that I said, “What’s going on?”
“We’re going Black Friday shopping,” Coop told me in a hushed voice, and Archie rubbed his hands together gleefully. He was way too awake for what was—I caught Coop’s hand to look at his watch—three-thirty in the morning?
“What the hell? We just went to bed a couple of hours ago.” If that. No wonder I was so groggy. Not even the cats had stirred, and they were usually the first ones to pounce when I got up, no matter what time it was.
“Hands up,” Coop said as he tugged my tank top up and over. Then he had a bra that he slid me into, and I stared at him a beat. Wait, why was he dressing me? But he had it