When You're Mine (MINE #3)(18)
“Just tell me when, and I’m there.”
“Thanks, Barrett. This means the world to me. It will be about a month or two. Let me get some more things in order and I’ll let you know.”
There was a time when I wondered if Maddie had been the one who got away. We had a lot in common. The time we spent together had been memorable. But I knew better now. The fire in my chest was proof only one woman could make me feel this way.
After work, I went home to change and pack a bag. Then I made my way to Tabitha’s apartment. I sent her a text to make sure she didn’t need anything. She fired back with a quick no, telling me the door would be open.
Upon entering, I locked the door behind me, depositing the take out I’d picked up on my way over, in the kitchen. I took a look around. A table, sofa, chair and ottoman, as well as a flat screen with more DVDs than one person should own. She had two bookcases full of them. There were pictures scattered here and there. A couple of her and Madison, including one on her wedding day and one when they graduated college. One caught my eye in particular. Tabitha couldn’t have been more than five or six, sitting on a man’s knee with a huge smile on her face. Her hair was in braided pig-tails, and she had a lot more freckles covering her face. I smiled, thankful she still retained a few, particularly the ones on her nose. I put the picture back in its place and went in search of her room.
Tossing my bag onto her bed, I followed the sound of sexy music mixed with her sultry voice down the hall, stopping at the cracked door of the bathroom. My cock hardened painfully against the zipper of my jeans, as I slowly eased open the door, creeping inside. Steam billowed in white puffs of heat and the smell of peaches punched me in the nose. The glow of candles lighting the room made her look like a goddess, submerged in the garden tub with her hair piled messily on top of her head. Long thick lashes fanned across the tops of her wet cheeks, kissing the flushed skin with their flaming beauty.
There are moments in life, moments when you know a memory is going to imbed itself in your mind and heart forever. I’ve experienced a few of those moments. When I graduated law school. When I won my first case. When Dylan was born.
This.
No matter how much time passed or how long I lived, I would never forget the way she looked in this very moment. I dropped to my knees, lost in the sounds pouring from her mouth. Bubbles danced on the water, concealing all but the mounds of her slick breasts. A pink nipple taunted me each time she moved so I reached out, taking it between my fingers, applying enough pressure to earn me a heated gasp. Her eyes opened, revealing more than she ever had before. This was her element. She felt comfortable here. And from the look in her eyes, she felt comfortable with me in her space. I brought my lips to hers, tasting the flesh of my strongest weakness. Water sloshed against the sides, soaking the sleeve of my shirt. “I’ve been dying to kiss you all day,” I said, releasing her mouth to look in her eyes.
She licked her lips. “Get in.”
I stripped down quickly, stepping inside the tub and straddling her hips. Taking her lips once more, her fingers wrapped around my cock, f*cking me with her hand while I f*cked her mouth with my tongue. “I want to taste you,” she whispered between kisses.
Pushing my hips forward, I rubbed the tip along her bottom lip, teasing her and myself. I held her eyes as she took me inside her slick mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base, stroking up and down while she worked me in and out. I braced my hands on the side of the tub, content to let her have her way with me. Her mouth was pure pleasure, wrapped around me so hot and tight.
Releasing me, she shifted to sit up higher, my cock resting between her…
Oh f*ck.
Moving her hands to each side, she pushed her breasts together. I pumped my hips. Slow at first then faster, gripping the side of the tub, living out my fantasy right here in her bathroom. Sliding back and forth, I f*cked the slick valley between her breasts. It was heaven. It was hell. It was f*cking outstanding. With my head thrown back, I moaned loud and deep, the sound echoing off the walls as I came on her neck and chest.
A triumphant smile rested upon her face. “I win,” she declared, drawing her fingers across her marked skin. She lifted them to her mouth, sucking them off one by one.
My cock twitched. “What did you win?”
“Every time we’re together, you always take over. I wanted to be in charge for once.”
“You don’t like it when I take you?”
“No, I love it. I just… I had to find a way to taste you without you sinking your teeth into me first,” she shrugged one shoulder. “It worked.”
Standing up, I reached for a towel and waited patiently as she cleaned herself off. Rivulets of water were cascading down her soapy, pale skin, as she rose and I wrapped the towel around her body. Grabbing a towel of my own, I followed her into her room. I opened the bag on her bed, tagging a pair of underwear and gym shorts while I fisted the towel around my waist. “I don’t remember saying you could spend the night,” she said with a cocked him and arms crossed over her chest.
Finding her eyes, I dropped the towel to dress. “I don’t remember asking.”
That shut her up.
Later, we were sitting on her sofa, her on one end, me at the other. Half empty Chinese boxes littered the coffee table while we talked about nothing.
About… everything.
“You look just like him, except the red hair,” I said nodding to the picture on the table next to her.