is left inside. I alternate, sliding completely down his shaft and just the tip. My pussy clenches with each stroke while my tits bounce with the rhythm. His hooded eyes tell me he is enjoying the ride. I’m on fire. I can feel myself dripping down his length. His legs tense underneath me, and his control snaps. He grabs my hips and pushes me down on his dick. He takes over as his hips piston upward to meet mine. He is topping me from the bottom.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warns. “Shitttttttt,” he groans as he finds his release. I can feel the residual twitch of his dick as he throbs inside me. That sensation is enough for me to fall over the edge with him. I throw my head back and come all over his cock. I then fall forward to rest on him, but he is not done with me. He pulls out of me and tells me to get on my knees. He slaps my ass, and without words, I know he wants to take me there. He positions himself behind me and nudges the tip of his cock between my ass cheeks.
“Uh, Phoenix,” I begin. We’ve had anal before, but it’s been a while.
“I’m not going to fuck your ass right now, babe.” He smacks my ass once again, and the sting makes me even more wet. “We have a lot of fucking to make up for. Tonight, though. That’s a different story.” Oh, my stars. He nudges me again, and I can feel him already growing hard again. “I will be taking this sweet pussy from behind, so hold on.” I look back at him, and his eyes never leave mine as he enters me. He brings me to three more orgasms before we collapse, both spent. I’m deliciously sore and looking forward to what he has in store for me tonight. If this initial fuck was any indication, I can’t wait. Walking is overrated anyway.
Chapter Eighteen
Phoenix
Getting lost in Harlow was equal parts earth-shattering and revealing. There are no guarantees in life, but it’s a pretty miserable existence to live for the what-ifs. She owns my heart, and should she fail me, I’ll deal with that fallout when it comes. I’m done denying what gives me happiness.
She mentioned calling her mother to finally come clean about what Thomas did to her, and I promised to be there with her in any capacity she needed me. I kick myself because the clues were there all along. Her need to hide behind black when I first met her, the trust issues, the slipup that night after I followed her into the neighborhood, the slip of Thomas’s name during the fish fry, and her freak-out. I didn’t put the pieces together, and that kills me. I’m here for her now, though, and I will never let foolish pride push her away again. I irrevocably love her, and I’m ready to let Asher know. This time, there will be no secrets. I will do things the right way.
My cell rings, and it’s Sevyn. I tell her it’s my brother, and he may have news. Good or bad, I brace for what he may have to tell me.
“Can you take it outside?” She gives me a pleasing look, and I just know. She wants to do this on her own. I blow her a kiss before stepping into the hallway.
“Tell me you got news, brother.”
“I do, indeed. This is going to blow your fucking mind. Are you sitting down?”
“No, I’m in the middle of a hotel hallway. Nobody is around.”
“Harlow, huh?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Because Melissa is back in New York. We paid her a little visit at Daddy’s house.”
“What? Shut the front door! Why?”
“The investigator clued us in that she was there, so Aldrich and I stopped for a visit. You should have seen her face. It was priceless.”
“I don’t get it. You guys gave away our element of surprise—that we knew he was her father.” I pace back and forth.
“It gets better. You see, old Ted, although he was secretly fucking Trevor, having their affair on the down low meant he has never been to his lover’s house.”
“Holy shit. I think I like where this is going,” I admit.
“We unscrupulously told him that we’re taking him to our place to discuss business and were open to any reasonable offers to get out of this mess.”
“And he believed you?”
“Yep. So anyway, he gets kind of nervous when we