A Boy I Used to Love(65)

"It's ruined our lives," I said. I let out a weak laugh and felt a tear fall from my eye. "It really has, River."

"So what do we do here?" he asked. "Because I'm hooked. I'm addicted to you, Lacey. You. Are. Everything."

"I'm here right now," I said. "We don't need a spot, River. We don't need an abandoned house. We don't need a cabin. We don't need the last ten years. We just need … "

"Forever," he whispered.

We kissed, and our hands locked tighter together.

River walked me to the bedroom, forcing me to walk backward with his kisses.

In the room, he stripped the robe off my body, and I stood before him, naked.

His hands traveled around my body, and his mouth followed.

We touched. We tasted. We fucked.

And for the first time ever, he held me through the night.

But I knew how our past went, and the future seemed so blurry.

I feared that forever wasn't going to live up to its expectations.





River





PRESENT DAY





I flipped the pancake high into the air. It flipped over in what felt like slow motion. It came down and smacked the edge of the griddle, half of it sizzling while the other half flopped to the counter, splashing pancake batter all over my stomach.

"Fuck," I said.

"You were so close, too," Lacey said with a teasing voice. She put up her thumb and pointer finger, making them almost touch.

"That's my trick," I said. "It's all I got."

"So, you've done this for other women?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets," I said.

"A magician isn't supposed to screw up."

I pointed the spatula at her. "Easy now." I smiled.

I scooped up the leftover of the mushy pancake and flipped it back to the griddle. I looked down at my stomach and grabbed for a towel.



       
         
       
        

"Wait," Lacey said.

She jumped out of her chair and rushed around the counter.

"What?" I asked.

Right there in the kitchen she dropped to her knees and grabbed the top of my jeans.

"I'll get it," she whispered.

She came forward, her eyes looking up at me. She opened her mouth and let that sweet tongue of hers come out to play. The tip of her tongue ran across my stomach and up, licking the pancake batter right off me.

"Fuck," I groaned.

Lacey repeated the move one more time, then stopped.

"Can't waste a drop," she purred and stood back up.

My dick throbbed and I grabbed her by her curvy hips and sat her right on the counter. I thrust myself between her legs and touched her face.

"I'm never wrong," I whispered.

"What?"

"I fucked up that pancake just so I could get you like this," I said.

"Bullshit," she said.

I kissed her, my tongue tasting the batter on her lips and her tongue.

"We're going to waste breakfast," she said.

I grabbed the cord of the griddle and tore it from the wall. Sparks flew, and the griddle made a pop sound as the burner turned off.

"I suck at making pancakes," I said. "And there's a great little place right down on the corner. I know the owner. He's got a sleeve of ink dedicated to my work. I get all the free pancakes I want."

I kissed her again, and she put her arms around my shoulders.

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that," she said.

"But we should work up an appetite first."

I pulled her from the counter, and she let out a little yelp.

I took her right back to the bed where we had woken up just a short while ago.

I dropped her down and pulled the knot in the robe she was wearing.

We had officially reached the point where she was leaving some of her things behind at my place. And I kind of liked it. Fuck, I really liked it.

My hand parted the silk cloth of the robe, and my hand sought comfort over her left breast. Lacey groaned and arched her back, offering herself to me. Her robe slid along her shoulders, exposing more skin. I kissed her neck and started to move down.

I stripped her of her robe as she pushed at my boxers.

A few kicks of my legs, and I was naked.

With her robe open, she was naked under it.

I eyed her body and licked my lips. "What a perfect breakfast."

"That's weird," she said.

I smiled and kissed at her belly button. My eyes kept their gaze locked onto hers as I moved down, going right for what I wanted. Weird or not, she was the first thing I was about to drink this morning. 

My tongue touched her clit, and her hips jerked up off the bed. Her hands grabbed the sheet.

"Oh, River," she groaned.

My tongue moved down and back up, tasting her sweet honey.