Kiss and Break Up (Magnolia Cove, #1)(76)

Her face had nuzzled into my neck, and even though I could feel my own sperm sticking to my stomach and hers, I wouldn’t have moved for anything.

Her skin was silken, fine hairs rising with each sweep of my fingers. I couldn’t believe I could do this. That I was doing this. That she was sprawled over me, entrusting me to hold her as she dreamed.

It felt like a dream. Like some type of foreign landscape I’d only ever dared to imagine before, but never thought I could bring to fruition.

My eyes drifted closed as I tried to soak in every damn thing about these stretched minutes in time. For even though I hoped that when she woke up, she’d forgive me and we could do this every day, I wasn’t sure if she would.

Seeing that guy pawing at her face the night before, watching her kiss him as I’d shoved my way through the partygoers to get to her was akin to walking over hot coals.

I was ready to pound his head into the wall, but I had to check myself. I was there for her, and bloodying up some loser wasn’t part of the plan. I’d done that already, and it’d done us no good. The plan started and ended with her. And I was still trying to end it by begging and hoping for a new beginning.

I knew why she kissed him, and though I’d wanted to slap her ass and growl obscenities at her for stabbing me repeatedly in the chest, I couldn’t. She was kissing him because of what I’d done to her, and she’d continue to act like someone she wasn’t until it stopped hurting.

I hoped like hell that after last night and after she’d rubbed her clit over my shaft until her breaths whistled out of her, that some of that pain had dispersed.

My eyes flashed open as the front door did. I glanced over at the bedroom door, seeing it was locked, and released a relieved sigh.

Peony’s footsteps clipped over the shitty wood floors, the creaking causing Peggy to stir.

I dragged my fingers over the curve of her spine, obsessed with touching it, with being able to touch her, and she settled again.

Her hair was damp, tickling my face as the scent of melon and some kind of flower wafted into my nose. I’d guessed her scent must have been related to her shampoo, given she wasn’t usually one for perfume. Now it was confirmed. I fought the idea to take it home to sniff. Too far up the creep scale. But still, I pondered it.

Yeah, I did whip my dick out while she was showering, but I had to. It was that or go and beat one out in my car, and I’d much rather get busted by her than the neighbors.

Perhaps I’d taken my time. Perhaps it all happened exactly as it should’ve. She’d never know, and even if she did, I wasn’t fucking sorry.

“Peggy?” Peony called.

Shit.

The door rattled. “Peg? You up?” Another rattle. “Why is your door locked? We’ve spoken about this. It’s dangerous.”

Well, all in like a dolphin. My hands tightened around Peggy when I felt her harsh inhale. “She’s asleep,” I said, my voice rougher than I wanted it to be.

The door stopped rattling. “Dash?”

“The one and only.”

There was a long pause, then, “Did you sleep over?”

I’d done it time and time before, but judging by the careful tone of her voice, I knew Peggy had told her how our friendship had changed.

Peggy sat up, her eyes blinking repeatedly and her tits right in front of my face. “Yeah,” I finally said.

Another stretch of silence, and I didn’t give a shit who was on the other side of her door, I had two perfect globes bouncing within reach of my hands and mouth. I chose the mouth, being that my hands had already had their turn.

“Tell her I’d like a word when she wakes up.”

“No prob.” I sat up, and Peggy’s startled expression morphed into a cut off shriek as I slapped a hand over her mouth and used the other to hold her down on me as my mouth got acquainted with her dusky nipple.

“Dash.” She pushed at my shoulders but gave up as my tongue laved at the hardened peak. Her thighs tightened around me, and her hands relaxed over my shoulders. “Stop,” she panted.

I did, but only after dragging my teeth over my handiwork, earning me a knee quiver and a quiet moan. I laid back down, watching her chest heave as I tucked my hands behind my head. Her creamy skin glistened where my mouth had been, and she grabbed my chin, moving my gaze to hers. “My face is here.”

“To be fair, I’ve spent all my life staring at your face and zero time staring at your tits. Let me try to even the score a little.” I licked my lips, then grabbed her hand from my chin, biting her fingers.

She hissed, then giggled, then she was rolling off the bed.

“Wait, what?” I tried to grab her, but she was already standing and throwing a clean army green T-shirt on that hit her mid-thigh.

“You need to go,” she said, grabbing a brush and dragging it through her hair.

“Says the woman with my cum on her stomach.”

She dropped the brush, then lifted her shirt, giving me a nice view of her gray, stained panties. “Ugh.” Reaching for the wipes on her desk, she tugged one out, wiping her stomach before tossing it in the trash.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

“I’m not.” But then she tossed the packet at me. I read the label. Vanilla scented makeup remover wipes. I shrugged. They’d do. “So are we going to have breakfast with your mom and tell her all is good?” I tested as I smeared a wipe over my pubes and lower stomach.