Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek #3) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,71

need and appreciation for her?

I’d never felt like I didn’t deserve an orgasm before, but seeing her lips on my cock as the orgasm thundered through me, then watching her swallow and sit up, drawing the back of her hand across her smiling mouth was nearly enough to make me weep and beg forgiveness.

“Oh my God,” I said, barely able to catch my breath. “That was fucking incredible. Marry me.”

She laughed. “We’re already married.”

“Oh yeah.” I felt like I was having a strange, euphoric out-of-body experience. I was just looking at her—the messy hair, the proud little grin, the swollen lips, the blue eyes, the flushed cheeks—but it felt like I was running as fast as I could, like I was stealing second base, or maybe rounding third and preparing to slide into home in order to beat the throw. My heart was galloping wildly inside my chest, and something like adrenaline surged through my veins. There were things I wanted to say to her, but they were as foreign to me as another language—I didn’t even know where to start.

She sat back on her heels and tilted her head to one side. “So how was that? Good enough to tide you over until Wednesday night?”

I nodded, because I didn’t trust myself not to say something weird and ridiculous.

Something like, I think I might be in love with you.

But that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. I wasn’t the kind of guy who fell in love—I was stronger than that. Smarter than that. It was the blowjob, that was all. It must have released those weird biological hormones that made ancient man want to, like, build a hut and hunt a woolly mammoth.

Quickly, I buried the thought and zeroed in on something more familiar. More comfortable.

“Tell me what I can do for you,” I said as she lay down next to me again, facing her nightstand. I curled my body behind hers, wrapping my arm around her waist.

She hugged it to her. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” I kissed her shoulder. “I’m really good with my—”

“I’m sure,” she said, laughing as she reached for the lamp and switched it off. “I know you’re really good with your everything, but I can wait. Technically, we just broke the rules anyway.”

“What do you mean? We got rid of the no-sex rule,” I reminded her as she settled her head on the pillow.

“We got rid of it for the purpose of conception,” she said. “What we just did was fun, but it’s not going to get me pregnant.”

“True.” I paused, looking down at her in the dark. “So you’re saying that was fun for you?”

She laughed. “Yes, that was fun for me. But don’t let it go to your head. I mostly did it so that you’d stop bothering me—until Wednesday anyway. Now go to sleep.”

I curled up behind her again, feeling slightly off balance by what had just transpired, but unable to put my finger on exactly why.

One thing was for sure, though. I couldn’t wait for Wednesday night. Just thinking about it made me smile.

I had a surprise for her.

Tuesday after work I went over to Cole’s house to help him get an old refrigerator out of his basement. Afterward, he asked if I wanted to hang out and have a beer.

“Sure,” I said, pulling my phone from my pocket. “Let me just text Bianca and let her know I’ll be a little bit late.”

While Cole grabbed two bottles from the fridge and popped off the caps, I sent Bianca a message apologizing that I’d be home later than I’d said and offering to pick up takeout on the way home. She responded that she’d worked late tonight anyway, so that sounded perfect.

“So how’s everything going with you guys?” Cole handed me a beer and leaned back against the counter.

“Good.” I took a sip of my beer and wondered what was okay to reveal to Cole and what wasn’t. I didn’t want to betray Bianca’s confidence, but Cole had been one of my best friends for twenty years, and he was a father too. I didn’t think she’d mind if I told him what was going on. “She didn’t get pregnant last month, so she was upset about that, but other than that, it’s been good. We’re actually getting along pretty well. Much better than I thought we would.”

“That’s cool,” he said. “Sorry about the other thing.”

“It’s okay.” I shrugged. “She knew it probably wouldn’t happen that fast. I don’t know shit about