Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)(40)
“Fuck, yes,” I growled. My hands came up to run over the round globes of her ass, and she f*cking wiggled it at me. “Don’t tease me, Kal.”
She laughed, then said, “I’m not teasing. I’m offering.”
My fingers dug in to her skin as I tried to keep myself in check. Then, with more force than I intended, I pulled her hips toward me, watching as her arms sprawled out on the bed, and I dove into her. The depth available at that angle was maddening, I grunted as I slid all the way in, and loved hearing her lust-filled yelp. She was wet and tight and made for me.
“God f*cking damn it, Kal. You’re so f*cking perfect.” Her forehead was pressed against the mattress, her fingers gripping the sheets, knuckles turning white, and I was driving into her as though I wanted to die doing it. My heart was pounding, breaths shallow and not taking in nearly enough air, and all that was fine because I was either going to come so f*cking hard I collapsed, or I was going to die doing the one thing I never thought I’d be able to do again. Either way, I was okay with it. I was always hopeful she’d find her way back to me, but it was never a guarantee, never a sure bet. As my cock moved inside her, as she stretched to accommodate all of me, I was just thankful to have my hands on her again.
I felt the slight tingling start at the base of my spine, the warmth creeping over me, and I knew I was close. I didn’t want to be finished, but I couldn’t stop it once it started. Instead, I reached around her and found her clit, rubbing it with my finger.
“Come with me,” I grunted.
“Oh, Jesus,” she cried. “I can’t, Riot. It’s too soon.”
“Fucking come with me,” I growled.
I worked her body from both angles and within a minute we were both spiraling into bliss. I collapsed after the last wave of my orgasm rolled through me, but managed to fall to her side, not wanting to crush her. When I slipped out of her, I felt the loss as if a piece of me was missing. She wasted no time flipping over and rolling into me, and we caught our breaths together, my arms wrapped around her, her tube-sock-clad legs wound between mine.
We were both sweaty hot messes, but I kept her close, wanting to feel her breaths slow and heart rate even out. I wanted to experience it all with her in my arms.
“That was intense,” she finally said, when her body was back to normal.
“That was… not how I intended our reunion to go,” I said with a small laugh I couldn’t contain.
Her head tilted back and her eyes found mine. “It was perfect.”
I pushed the hair, which had come out of her high knot, away from her face, her blue eyes sparkling at me as I said, “You were perfect.” She reached up and touched her palm to my cheek.
“I love you,” she whispered. All I could do in response was lean down and press my lips to hers. Words failed me. There were no words to describe the gift she’d given me, or how grateful I was to just have her in my arms. So I didn’t say anything. I just kissed her.
Chapter Twelve
Unlimited Pass
Kalli
The next morning was a glorious repeat of the morning before, only the slow and sleepy sex wasn’t off the table. It was, in fact, very much on. I’d woken up to Riot’s fingers slowly moving inside me and everything after that was a hazy, sweaty, awesome blur. That awesomeness was followed by sweet, slow, earth-shattering sex in the shower.
There was a large part of me that wanted to stay in that hotel room forever, reuniting with Riot, showing him exactly how glad I was that we’d started to work through everything, but I knew I’d never survive. Death by sex, although it sounded appealing, was a very real threat and we both needed to get some fresh air.
Halah had agreed to meet us at Pier 39, and as we approached her, hand in hand, I was hit with another wave of envy at her natural beauty. Her long dark hair was billowing in the cold November breeze, and her stylish jacket was tucked in close to her perfectly toned and fit body.
“I swear, your mom and sister are two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” I said quietly to him as we crossed the street to meet her.
“I guess I’m pretty lucky to have the three prettiest girls, then, huh?” he said, giving my hand a squeeze.
I smiled at his sweet words. “Your dad probably wanted to kill every guy at your high school, huh?”
“Pops ate tums like they were candy when Halah started high school,” he said with a laugh. “He also made it very clear that I had a brotherly duty to protect her innocence. I took that job extremely seriously, until Halah informed me over dinner one night that her innocence wasn’t mine to protect, that her beauty didn’t define her worth, and that she wasn’t interested in dating high school boys because they couldn’t see all she had to offer.”
“Wow,” I said, trying to imagine having that much self-awareness at that age.
“Ma pretty much told her since she was young to put more value on intelligence than beauty. That night Pops kind of realized my sister didn’t need anyone looking out for her. But I still did anyhow, just not as obviously as I had before.”
“I think your mom has to be one of the coolest people I’ve ever met.”
“She has some pretty incredible stories about growing up in Lebanon, then all her travels when she was younger. I’m sure she’d love to tell you all about it.”