before he drags his tongue on the same path and back up to my neck.
“I’m better than okay.” He thrusts inside of me, and I moan loudly, pushing back against him, relishing in the close contact.
I should push up and let him have space, let him fuck me in full-on doggie style so he can have minimal contact, but I'm selfishly enjoying it too much.
I feel his hand move under my body and between my legs, finding my clit and causing me to squeeze tightly around him, pulling the sexiest groan from his throat. “Fuck, Blair.”
“I’m close, Rhys.”
I should probably try to be quiet, considering Bree has friends over, but I'm sure they have the movie up loud.
His teeth nip my shoulder as he fills me, hitting deep, one hand on my clit and the other finding my nipple. “Holy shit. Right there,” I moan, wanting so badly to reach around and kiss him, but I don’t push it.
I feel him jerk inside me right as my orgasm hits, both of us falling over the edge, his body fully covering mine.
I know I shouldn’t get too comfortable, but I can’t stop myself from hoping he’ll fully let me in.
Rhys
“She hates this.” I walk with Blair back to our cars in the parking lot of Bree’s new school. There was a quick meeting we had to attend with her on the first day before classes start, and all I can think about is how miserable Bree looked.
She was wearing the school's jumper, and the kid does not like to wear skirts. If you ask me, it’s fucking sexist as hell to make the girls wear skirts and the boys wear slacks.
She had fun with her friends this weekend, and now she looks so incredibly sad today.
“She’ll be okay, Rhys. She’s a tough kid.”
I look at Blair and have no idea when she turned into this mom. It’s exactly what she is though. She did everything she could to make sure Bree’s party was perfect. She bought Bree presents she would actually want. She forced us to sing “Happy Birthday,” and she’s the reason Bree was smiling the entire weekend, right up until bedtime last night.
“I feel like a dick.”
She just shrugs easily and unlocks her car that’s parked right next to mine. “You are a dick.”
I almost smile. “Thanks.”
She laughs easily and opens her door. “Not for this though. This is protecting her. Soon we’ll go to the hearing and get our kid. Then we can do anything we want. We can let her go to the school of her choice and know she’s safe.”
Now I do smile. It’s small, and she may not even notice it, but it’s there. This fucking woman actually makes me happy. Which then makes my heart squeeze with guilt because I know I can’t ever be the man she deserves.
The night of the party in her bed . . . it took every ounce of control I had to let my full body rest against hers, to not pull back and bolt. To let my lips trail over her skin and breathe her in.
She’s this beautiful, perfect, strong woman with attitude to match my own, and I can’t even lose myself in her long enough to look her in the eye when I fuck her. I can’t kiss her lips and close my eyes, just letting everything go so I can be in the moment with her.
We both go about our day until I return to the school to pick up Bree. If possible, she looks even more miserable after school. She won’t look at me when she walks to my car and climbs in the back seat.
“How was it?”
She doesn’t look up to address me. “Fine. Dumb rich kids talking about the new iPhone all day long.”
Not surprising. “You learn anything?”
She just shrugs her shoulders, and I hate how fucking upset she looks. This is definitely not what I wanted. To street kids, school can oddly be an escape, the place you’re safest, the place you can be around your friends, have an actual meal.
School is something you hold close, especially in the earlier years before you find other stuff to numb your senses.
“What do you think Rhett and Fletcher are doing right now?”
Now her head picks up as her eyes meet mine in the rearview. “Probably starting their walk home.”
“They don’t ride the bus?”
She shakes her head. “They don’t like the bus. We all used to meet and walk together. Until I moved