Loving Me, Trusting You(34)

“Then let's do something else, anything else.” I don't want her to sit around and stew because if I let her, she will. She'll sit on the bed and watch weird ass soap operas and squinch her eyes, tighten her lips and disappear inside of herself. We might travel a lot, but we don't get out all that much. I want to do something I'd do if I lived in one place year round and met a girl I liked. I want to take her on a f*cking date.

I pump my cock hard, wondering what kind of fool I am to jack it with her sitting only a few feet away. What would she think? Doubt she'd be all that thrilled about it. But then … I'm pretty f*cking sure I heard another moan.

“You suggest something that interests me, and maybe I'll reconsider.” I let my head fall back as her voice drifts around me, teasing my bare skin, strengthening the illusion that my hand is her body wrapped tight as steel, hot and pulsing and dripping wet.

“Shit, I don't know, Mireya. Why don't you tell me what you want to do, and I'll do it. I'd do anything for you.” I stop suddenly and pause in the awkward silence that follows. For any other girl, that might've been a romantic statement, but for her, it's just another f*cking annoyance. If I can't figure out a way to stop pushing myself on her, I'm screwed six ways to Sunday and back again. I don't stop stroking myself. It's like I'm possessed or something, like I can't hold back even if I wanted to. “We could go for a joyride. It's been awhile since we rode just to ride.” I bite my lip hard and massage the head of my cock, teasing the skin with rough fingers. “Shit, we could go for a damn walk. I can't even remember the last time I went for one of those.”

“Fine.”

Just that one word, harsh and clipped but with a wild undertone that sends me spinning around and snatching the curtain in one hand while I keep hold of my pulsing cock with the other.





Gaine rips the shower curtain back with a violent ferocity that spikes my blood and sends my tongue sliding across my lips, beckoning to him even though I shouldn't. The pervert's holding his damn dick like they're best friends and looking at me with his pupils so dilated that they make his eyes look black.

He's panting and staring down at me with an expression that's half delight and half what the f*ck. I narrow my glare on him and slide my fingers in deep, filling myself with my own flesh, opening up and letting him see all of that delicateness on display.

“You f*cking pervert,” I snarl, moving my hand faster, in and out, wishing that he were in here with me, pressing me down with his body, ravaging my neck with hot lips and f*cking me until I can't stand straight anymore. With Austin, the sex was fun, but with Gaine … it's almost miserable. I can't get a release, even when I come. I just want more, no matter how we do it.

“Speak for yourself there, babe,” he tells me and then he's climbing into the bathtub fully clothed, kneeling between my legs and sliding his hand along the slick length of his shaft, biting his lip and looking down at me with dark eyes obscured by his dripping hair.

I f*ck myself harder.

Water sprays across the floor, but neither of us care. I've let myself get wrapped up in this tornado effect that Gaine seems to have on me where he pushes everything else away and sucks me in. I can't stand it. I feel like I'm drowning, that I can't breathe, that my lungs are being filled with something other than air, a force that has no name, that I don't recognize. Gaine Kelley is dangerous for me, especially now in this state of in-between where anything can happen.

You think I'd stop then, but I don't. I'm f*cking stubborn as shit, desperate to show myself that he doesn't mean anything to me, that he's a f*ck buddy and that's it. I slide my fingers from my * and rub them across his cheek, grabbing his hair and pulling him down, soggy clothes and all. Our mouths crash into one another, biting and scraping and grasping. His hands find my breasts and caress my nipples, teasing them with rough fingers and holding them so tight that the flesh bulges around his hand.

I try to pull him into me, but he won't let me, drawing a snarl of frustration from my throat that's quickly drenched with another kiss, one that cuts me so deep I almost scream from the pain in my heart. I can't explain the emotions he brings out in me. I feel like I'm suffering, but like I'd do anything to suffer more, to writhe in his arms forever. Debo estar perdiendo mi maldita mente.

Gaine kisses his way to my throat and grazes the flesh with his teeth, dragging his mouth down to my breasts and biting my nipples so hard that I gasp and arch my back, pressing myself fully into him, feeling his erection but being denied it. I'm going to kick his ass after this.

He tugs on my nipples and flicks his tongue over them, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm with just his mouth while his hand roves down between my legs and takes over, plunging inside of both my openings, teasing that tender flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Gaine pinches the sensitive nerve endings and leaves me shaking with desperation and need, biting back a wave of insults and a scream. I imagine that if I let loose, Amy's little friend would piss her damn pants. I doubt she's ever heard a woman in the throes of passion.

“You're teasing me on purpose,” I growl against his wet hair, wrapping my fist it in and pulling his face back to mine, so I can lick along his stubbled jaw and nip at his ear. My cheek smoothes along the roughness of his as I whisper in his ear. “If you piss me off, you'll regret it.” He ignores my half-assed threats and continues to f*ck me with his hand, kissing the tiny star tattoo at the edge of my eye and then moving down to the sensitive skin between my breasts, running his tongue over a tiny dusting of freckles.