Between Now and Heartbreak - Dylan Allen Page 0,68
we done being just friends?”
She breaks into a huge grin and I can’t help but grin back.
“What’s so funny?”
She smacks my chest lightly and shakes her head. “You are. But I’m crazy for not telling you the first time I knew.” She strokes my cheek.
“Knew what?”
Her eyes scan my face and in the dim light of the dark hallway - I swear - she’s beaming.
“That-- I love you . Your mercy, and your music, and your smile - all of it, all of you, I love it.” With each word, my own feelings multiply, but at the edge of them, there’s a spasm of worry. I’ve never had so much to lose. This woman, she’s choosing me. What if she changes her mind.
“Are you sure, Beth” I ask and look at her to see if there’s even a hint that she’s not sure.
She takes my hand and puts it in the center of her chest. I splay my fingers and stroke her soft skin.
“My whole heart, Carter. It’s yours. My love, it’s as sure as the sunrise. And it has been since the first time you kissed me.”
Fuck, she’s trying to kill me.
“Baby—”
She puts a hand up to hush me. “Let me finish, please. I never dared to hope that I’d feel this way. I’ve had a bad year, Carter, but despite all of that, right now, when I have absolutely no right to be, I’m happy. Because you found me. And I found you. And we are each other’s.”
I close my eyes against the rush of relief that runs through me. I was coming apart thinking about leaving and us not being together. And she loves me.
I pull her to me and she wraps her arms around me.
“Yes, I choose you, Carter. I choose us.”
Her touch changes. Her body had been curled into mine for comfort and closeness. Now though, it’s seeking relief.
I’m trying to show restraint. Vaguely, I remember that I’ve got a lot left to say, but damn, if I can remember what.
“I want you,” she murmurs in my ear.
“Fuck, Beth.” I growl in her ear.
I press her into the wall. The friction of our bodies’ exchange, thighs brush each other, her soft stomach cradling my hard cock, the heat of her breath on my neck, her sweat mingled with her perfume – all of it is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I am on fire for her.
I am in love with her.
I don’t even know what the fuck I’ll do if I can’t find a way to make things work with her. That rush of possessiveness and jealousy I feel isn’t something I’m comfortable with.
If that’s part of this love thing, I’ll live with it.
But, I won’t share her.
Not with anyone.
I want to spread her thighs and eat her until she sobs my name like it’s the only word she knows while everyone watches. I want someone to make a video and for that shit to go viral so there will never be any doubt who she belongs to. I mean, she can try to move on, but we all still think of Kim as Ray Jay’s because we can’t forget watching her come on his tongue.
The door next to us opens and that’s when I realize we’re standing outside the bathroom.
A group of women come stumbling out, a miasma of cigarettes, air freshener, laughter and light fills the hallway. Beth stiffens and turns sharply so her face is obscured from their view.
They pass us and I recognize one of them as one of Etta’s junior relators. Her eyes widen with the same recognition and her smile fades as she looks at the back of Liz’s head. She rakes her eyes over me in head to toe appraisal and I’m suddenly very aware of my surroundings.
We’re outside a bathroom in a very busy restaurant. My shirt is untucked and my hair must be all over my head. But before I can think about the implications of this, Liz spins around and steps into the bathroom.
She grabs my hand and pulls me inside. It’s a big room, more like a dressing room with a small closet where the toilet it.
Under the harsh fluorescent light, I can see all of the details I missed in the club. She walks backwards until she hits the long counter of the vanity and she hops on. We stare at each other, drinking in the sight.
It’s not just her hair that’s different, she’s also not wearing a hint