Downfall(34)

Who was I to argue with any of that?

I spread my fingers to open her up and went in. She let out a strangled moan and set her lips back on mine. I fucked her writhing body with my fingers, while she fucked my mouth with her clever, quick tongue. I loved the way she convulsed and pulsed around my moving digits. I liked how her body swayed closer. I loved that she got wetter and wetter. I nearly lost it when she practically purred the minute I stroked a soaked finger across her excited little clit.

“Oh my God.” Her words slipped out and landed on my lips. “Do that again.” Her demand was sexy as hell and so was the desperation behind it. When I grinned, she sank her teeth into the curve of my lower lip. I repeated the motion and felt the heat surrounding me pulse as her entire body quivered. If she wanted me to touch her, then I would. I would leave my fingerprints all over her private places, and she would be feeling me all through tomorrow.

I turned my hand forward, curling my fingers just a bit, looking, seeking that hot button inside of her that was bound to make her forget her own name and instead scream out mine. I used my thumb to repeatedly circle her clit, watching her without blinking as she rode my hand and lost herself in the onslaught of sensation.

When she was right on the brink of flying apart, her teeth sank into her lower lip and her eyes slammed closed. She was beautiful in her surrender. Probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She soaked my hand and my dick twitched with anticipation. I wanted her warmth and her wetness surrounding every inch of the flesh begging to be freed.

Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. It took a long minute before she could pry her eyes back open. When she finally lifted her long lashes, she watched in silence as I brought my shiny, slippery fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. She opened her mouth on a silent gasp and was reaching for the waistband of my shorts with shaky fingers when a sleepy little voice from the back of the apartment suddenly made us both freeze.

“I need to potty. Where’s my mommy? I want my mommy.” Noble sounded sleepy and confused, but I could hear her moving around in my room.

Orley moved like lightning, shoving off of me and scrambling back into her shirt as she called out, “I’m here, sweetheart.” She cleared her throat and gave me an apologetic look while mouthing ‘I’m sorry.’

I groaned and cast a dirty look at my painfully erect cock. The situation was not ideal, but it was understandable. Her kid was always going to come first and there was nothing that should ever change that.

“Are you ready to put on your pjs and to go to sleep in your own bed?” Orley came back into the room carrying the beautiful little girl. Noble rubbed a fist against her eyes and yawned. “Tell Solo thank you for taking you to do so many fun things today.”

Noble yawned again and flashed me that smile I couldn’t get enough of. “Thank you. You’re really fun and your bed is comfy.” At least, I think that’s what she was trying to say. I was still figuring out three-year-old speak.

I shifted so I could use my hands to cover the tent in my lap. I was looking at Orley, not her daughter, when I muttered, “Anytime.”

Orley dropped a kiss onto the black curls. “I owe you one.”

I hoped to God she wasn’t talking about another thank you dinner because my dick would never forgive me. I winked at her as she walked past me to the door.

“You do, and I can’t wait to collect.” And maybe, just maybe, I’d know her last name by then.





Orley



I slept like the dead.

Boneless. Weightless. Without nightmares or the constant buzz of worry and stress that kept my mind restless and my body tense. I slept so hard and so deep, I was disoriented when I woke the next morning. I’d almost managed to forget where I was and why I was here. There was no arguing Solo was working with some pretty powerful sexual skills. He was light years ahead of me in terms of experience and intimacy. He was so confident and sure of himself. I envied his comfort in his own skin. My skin had never felt like it fit just right. However, in the last couple of weeks, it stopped feeling like it was too tight all the time. There was room to move inside of it, space to figure out how to wear it with the same self-assuredness everyone in this city seemed to have.

Reluctantly crawling out of bed, I checked on Noble. She was still sleeping and we had some time before I had to get her up and ready for her day at Erica’s, so I let her be and decided to try and make a real breakfast for once. We usually rushed out the door after a bowl of cereal or a piece of fruit in hand. Luckily, Erica always asked if my kid needed to eat in the morning. She was a godsend, and I cringed when I realized that during all my time spent in my affluent neighborhood behind iron gates, I’d never met anyone as kind or as genuine as her. The people behind those gates always claimed they were for protection, to keep the bad people out. Now that I’d lived on the other side of them for a little while, I was starting to realize that wasn’t the case at all. The gates were there to keep the bad people inside, hidden so the rest of the world couldn’t see the terrible things they were doing. They used those gates to keep their secrets safe. The people who could spot liars, cheats, and criminals from a mile away were kept at bay. Believe it or not, I was finally starting to feel like it was much safer on the other side of the fence. At least on this side, no one tried to cover up the fact they were out to hurt you. It was far easier to protect yourself from a threat you knew was coming.