The Private Serials Box Set(39)
His finger found my clit and the slow pace at which he pumped in and out of me coupled with the fast flicks of his finger brought on a quick and powerful orgasm. My cries echoed throughout the shower, only to be joined by his groan as he followed me into climax.
This had been my life for the last forty-eight hours – Preston finding any way he could to make me come, whether it be fast, slow, sweet, or dirty. He could do it all and he did it well. This time, though, his leisurely pace wasn’t a sexual maneuver, wasn’t a calculated move. He was literally trying to stretch our time together, trying to delay the inevitable. Trying to suspend reality and pause the day. Soon, he’d be driving me back to my house and we’d both have to work. Even though we’d found a new reality together, it didn’t change the reality that we both had jobs to get back to.
Even as the Lotus pulled up to the curb a few houses down from mine, I felt his tension. He didn’t like dropping me off at the house I shared with Derrek and he hated the fact that he had to let me walk from this distance. But we both knew he couldn’t just pull up in my driveway. Not yet, at least.
“I’ll be here tonight. Eleven.” His words sounded harsh, but I knew he was just unhappy with the situation. “If you hear from him, anything at all, I want to know about it.”
I nodded, looking at him, watching his jaw muscle twitch. I leaned over and placed my hand against his cheek, trying to soothe him. I kissed his jaw tenderly, then moved to his lips, trying to tell him with a kiss that I was just as upset to walk away from him as he would be watching me walk away. I was grateful for the darkly tinted windows in that moment, knowing none of the neighbors could see our exchange. When I pulled away, he looked less tense, so I considered my tactics a success. I gave him a smile I hoped wasn’t too sad, then reached for the door handle. Before I got the door all the way open, his hand was on my arm, turning me toward him.
“Lena, remember, trust me,” he said, his tone serious and worried.
I nodded. “I trust you,” I replied, trying to convince him. Because, truly, I did.
“I regret nothing about what’s happening between us,” he said, his sentiment catching me off guard.
I thought about his comment for just a moment and then smiled – a real smile this time – and said, “Neither do I.” I got out of his car and walked to my house, wondering what anyone would think if they could see me in that moment.
I was wearing Preston’s clothes even though they barely fit. His gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, no bra and no panties, and my flip flops. I’d put his clothes on that morning, wanting to take part of him with me. I held on to the waistband of the sweatpants to keep them from falling down and the neck of the t-shirt kept sliding off my shoulder, but the clothes smelled of Preston, so I was more than happy to wear them. I was anticipating getting into the house, where I could bunch the shirt up around my nose and take in his scent without embarrassing myself in front of him.
As I pushed the front door closed behind me, I heard the unmistakable sound of his Lotus driving away. I frowned slightly before I could stop myself, but then pressed his shirt against my nose and inhaled, loving the spicy scent of him. I made my way up the stairs and walked into the bedroom, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror that hung on the wall near the closet.
The first thing I noticed was that I looked a mess. My hair was wild and crazy and there were dark circles under my eyes. When I moved closer to the mirror to inspect my reflection, I saw that although I looked tired, I looked sated. My eyes were clear, my cheeks rosy, and my lips full and swollen. I looked exactly like someone who had spent the weekend in bed having sex.
Even though I’d taken a shower with Preston that morning, my hair was obviously enraged and it needed a do-over, so I went into the bathroom to turn on the shower. I peeled off Preston’s shirt, smelling it one more time, and then folded it, along with his sweatpants, and laid them neatly in my pajama drawer.
I stepped into the shower and let the water run over me as my mind wandered to the fantastic weekend I’d spent with him. So many images flashed through my mind – some of them sexy, some of them sweet, and some of them downright filthy. Each one made me smile and as I lathered up the shampoo in my hair, I thought of ways I could repay him for such a wonderful weekend.
“Lena?” I heard Derrek’s voice and stilled instantly. I hadn’t heard him come into the house or into the bedroom and was completely caught off guard. There was no hiding from him though; he knew I was here.
“Yes?” I called out.
“Are you almost done? I need to shower before work.”
“Uh, yes. Just give me a moment.” I put my head back under the water to rinse the shampoo out. Suddenly, the shower curtain was thrown aside and Derrek stepped into the stall behind me, completely naked. My hands went immediately to cover myself, my mouth gaping open at him. “What are you doing?” I shrieked, eyes narrowing.
“Come on, Lena. It’s not like we haven’t showered together a million times before.”
“Derrek, you know it’s different now,” I said. I went to step out of the shower but felt him grip my upper arm, keeping me where I stood. He pressed me up against the wall of the shower and the chills ran down my spine, fear coursing through my veins. This was the exact opposite of how I felt when Preston had done the same thing not an hour before. “Let me go,” I said, with as much conviction as I could manage, but even I could hear the fear making my voice shake.