Inked Obsession (Montgomery Ink Fort Collins #2) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,75
and I couldn’t change any of that. I couldn’t make it go away. I could show her that there was something more. Maybe that’s what I needed, as well. To know that there could be something more for both of us. Because Brian was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. Marshall was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. They weren’t here in bed with us now. It was only the two of us.
And even if with every kiss came another complication, another twist in our connections and who we were as a group, it didn’t matter. I wanted her. Eliza pulled at my boxer briefs, and I grinned before rolling to my side and pulling them off all the way. She gripped my base, then wiggled down. My eyes widened. “Well, then.”
She looked up at me and licked the tip of my dick. I groaned, sliding my hands through her hair as she swallowed me. She licked up my shaft, cupping my balls as she continued licking and sucking, bringing me to the edge. And then she hollowed her cheeks and hummed along the slit at the tip of my cock.
She couldn’t fit all of me into her mouth. So, she used her hands to squeeze the rest, to tug and pull. I nearly came right then. I pulled her hair slightly to move her away from my dick, and then I was between her legs, her panties on the floor, me lapping at her. She groaned, her body shaking as I ate her out, taking my fill, needing her. Her legs draped over my shoulders, her thighs pressed against my head. I hummed along her clit, fingering her, finding that tight bundle of nerves as she came on my hand and face. And then I was over her, our gazes meeting as I slowly slid inside, both of us shaking with need. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I thrust in and out of her. This wasn’t hard and fast like the other times. It was slow. Gentle. Something had changed.
She had seen every inch of me, every part that I tried to hide, and she was bearing herself to me, as well. Not only her body but also everything she had hidden away. The parts that I hadn’t been able to see because we had done our best to only be friends.
We were more than that, and it had taken us breaking in front of each other to see that. We took our time, and when we came, I held her close and kissed away her tears.
Because those tears weren’t for me. They were for everything else. And I knew that I might not be able to fix everything. We may walk away from this far more broken than we began, but she was who I needed in this moment—and maybe for longer. And I hoped to hell I could be who she needed, even if I wasn’t sure I could.
Chapter 21
Eliza
I shook my hips to the music, and Brenna laughed.
“You have so much more rhythm than I do,” she said as she grinned at me. I winked and continued shaking my booty as I pressed the roller to my wall and added another coat of paint.
“I can’t help it. These hips don’t lie.” I paused. “Does that make me sound old? How old is that song?”
“We don’t ask things like that,” Brenna said, her eyes dancing with laughter. “I love the color you chose for your office.”
I looked around, grinning. Annabelle and Jacob had allowed me to paint, and though it had been a couple of months since they had first given me permission, I had taken some time to think about it. Beckett would be over soon to help with the ceiling because, even though I had the stick for the roller, I didn’t like looking up and hurting my neck. Beckett was taller and better at it anyway.
It had been a couple of months since I had broken down in front of him. Sixty or so days since I had started to fall.
We were still finding our way. In reality, I had fallen for him long before those months. Because he had always been here. There’d always been that moment where I knew I shouldn’t look at him a certain way or notice how he filled out his jeans. Where I shouldn’t have noticed the glances. The touches. Or how he bit his lip when he was thinking.