Bereft (Seven Year Itch #2)(44)

“Don’t,” I abruptly answered. My heavy breathing was pretty obvious. Our tongues met before our lips were able to make contact. His hot breath was against my wet skin again, coursing over the area closest to my mouth. “Please don’t stop,” I reiterated.

Chad reached up and turned off the water. He scooted over and stood, pulling me up with him. I was dizzy, needing to take a second to regain composure, because parts of me were still tingling. I launched my arms around his neck, awaiting on him to pick me up and carry me out. I didn’t have to ask. He attended to our predicament, lifting me so my legs wrapped around his waist. We were soaking wet, slowly moving across the tiled floor.

The temperature changed once we were back in his bedroom. He plopped me down on his soft mattress before joining me, not caring we were still covered in beads of water.

He laced his hands into mine, bringing both down to sit over my breasts. With only his thumbs, he skimmed my nipples, allowing the natural chill in the room to harden them the rest of the way.

I watched his intent-filled eyes ogling each one, before he bobbed down to suck the left nipple into his mouth. I could feel his tongue scour the sensitive tip. My gasps were almost silent, but very able to hear in the quiet atmosphere.

Once again, he grumbled against my flesh, vibrating those tingles to travel to the ends of my limbs.

My body arched, and the heat between my legs intensified, while I struggled to continue holding onto his hands. Finally, he freed them, trailing his fingers down over my hips. It tickled, causing me to shiver. He smiled suggestively, gazing into my eyes as his hand lowered to my *. Barely making contact, I felt a slight brushing over the outer lips, before he separated them and played in my wetness. “I might have to wipe you off. You’re almost too wet.”

“You made me that way.”

“Oh, I take all the credit proudly.” He walked naked back to the bathroom, coming back out with a rag in his hand. I felt the fabric rubbing over my sensitive origin, doing it’s job so we could continue. “Now you’re ready.”

Chad climbed back on the bed, kissing his way up to my face. He stared me right in the eyes and dove down for a chaste kiss. Then I felt him, his arousal pressing against my opening. The pressure became stronger, and then he was there, fully inside of my channel. I watched his face react to my tight walls. I bit down on my lip and hummed out his name. “Chad, please keep going. You feel amazing.”

“You feel amazing, Rach. You like it when I go slow or fast?”

“Both,” I managed to say in between deep pants.

“Oh yeah, I know it. You feel so good. Your * is strangling me, holding me prisoner. It’s so f*cking tight I want to come.”

“Do it.” I was ready. Never in my mind did I consider we weren’t using protection. I didn’t care. I’d already lost everything. My life was miserable, and this was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.

“No,” he exclaimed while slowing. “I can go all night if we take our time. You need to stop being so sexy.”

I crossed my eyes and giggled. “How’s this? Does it help?”

He shook his head and leaned down to graze his lips against mine. “No. You’re still irresistible. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

“Just keeping f*cking me. Don’t stop.”

Chad flipped us around, positioning me on top of him. He reached up and pinched both of my nipples at the same time, squishing my breasts together while bringing his face in to lick them. My head fell back and turned into a puddle of lust. I couldn’t control my orgasm, as my body bucked above him, I watched him wince and lose himself in pleasure.

Afterwards, we lay there together in the quiet of the room. My head was rested on his chest, while his hands tickled my back. “Let me rest and we’ll get back to it.”

“We don’t have to. This is nice.”

“Yeah, it is.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “Chad, what are we doing? What is this thing between us?”

“Does it have to be something, Rach? It is what it is. Labeling things makes life complicated. Can’t you enjoy what’s happening and not question it?”

I shrugged. “I guess. I just have a lot more at stake here.”

“Exactly why we aren’t going to label this. If you want out, you simply stop. The same goes for me. No complications. No regrets.”

I smiled and pretended it was fine, but in the pit of my stomach I felt uncomfortable. This wasn’t stable. It wasn’t anything more than a convenient f*ck partner. We were colleagues. Although it was wrong, I couldn’t imagine it never happening again. It was quite a conundrum.





Chapter 24


Grayson


I missed her so much. It hurt to get out of bed in the morning. It killed me to walk down the flight of stairs and see the photographs of our family, back when times were happy and we looked forward to spending the rest of our lives together.

I wasn’t a fool. I had a feeling she was seeing someone else. Rachel had always been semi-codependent. She needed someone to entertain her needs, especially when she was stressed out.

I knew my wife, so well it hurt, because the truth wouldn’t set me free. It would leave me burning away in my own personal hell. Punishment was as easy as looking in the mirror, and there was repentance, not for my sins. I couldn’t go back and change the past. My future was gloom and despair. That’s all it would ever consist of. Rachel was that one love people search their whole lives for. Unfortunately it took me losing her to see it for myself. She was gone, living somewhere in the city. She hadn’t called me in weeks, and that includes returning the slew of messages I’d left on her cell phone.