Wednesday(10)

And she fucking hesitated.

“Sunshine?” I croaked. I felt like I was going to burst if she didn’t wrap me in her warmth. Now. I was desperate in a way I hadn’t been before, but I ignored that new and emerging feeling lurking in the background.

“What are we doing, Shaw?” Her tone was as strained and desperate as I felt. “This is wrong . . . Isn’t this wrong?” Her delicate features were painted with confusion and anguish.

“We’re doing whatever the fuck we want. We’re two consenting adults, right?”

“Right,” she said, her voice small and unconvinced.

“You’ve always been there for me—all my life. How is this different?” God, I was a selfish prick. Giving her this little pep talk only made me hate myself more.

“Of course I have, Shaw. It’s just . . .”

“Just what? You don’t enjoy this?” My words were too quick, my tone too confident. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince her or myself.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was still balanced over my lap, so close, damp and glistening, our bodies still ready despite the turn in mood.

“I do. Of course I do. And that’s what scares me,” she admitted.

Her words stung, but I couldn’t allow myself to process them. Couldn’t allow myself to absorb them too deeply. Otherwise, I might feel guilty about what I was doing. No . . . I was a man on a mission and I knew what I wanted. No, needed.

When I cupped her breasts in my palms, my thumbs stroking her pebbled nipples, she released a soft groan. “Then take me, baby. Take me like only you can.”

I met her eyes and saw everything I needed to know reflected back in them. Her raw desire radiated back at me, blinding and powerful. She needed this just as badly as I did, only I had no fucking idea why.

Chloe took me in her hand—I hadn’t softened even a little—and she positioned me right at that warm, soft spot I couldn’t wait to bury myself in.

I tried not to be greedy—I swear I did—but when she eased down one inch, then two, and then stopped, I almost fucking lost it. Her muscles clenched around me and she groaned, adjusting to my size. Biting my lower lip, I knew I was done holding back. She gave and gave, and I took. I gripped her hips and thrust up—hard—burying myself balls deep in one violent shove.

Chloe cried out and flattened both of her hands against my abs. “Jesus, Shaw.”

“You know you like it.” I thrust up again, letting her take every solid inch of me. I loved how she felt around me. She was warmth and perfection and sunshine all wrapped up in one sweet package.

“I love it,” she said, correcting me. “Do that again.”

I held her hips in place and pounded up into her again and again. Her tits bounced with the force and we both cried out. I knew she was close, and also knew that meant I needed to slow down my pace. But I wasn’t about to do that.

“You like riding that big cock.” I rubbed her exposed clit in slow circles and she moaned. “Just like you rode my face earlier.”

She moaned again and circled her hips over me.

“That’s right. Get it, baby. Just like that.”

Soon I felt her muscles clamp down around me. A few more thrusts and she was coming—coating me in her warm juices and trembling in my arms. I followed her over the brink, losing myself in her until my mind was blank and my body felt blissfully empty.

After disposing of the condom, I tugged on my jeans and T-shirt.

“You all right?” I asked, slipping my feet back into my shoes. My heart was still pounding and my skin slightly damp.

“Of course,” Chloe said, lifting her chin. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“’Night, Sunshine.” I leaned down where she still sat naked on the center of her bed and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

“Good night,” she murmured and watched me leave with sad eyes.

Fuck.

This was why I let myself indulge only once a week—every Wednesday. It seemed like a decent compromise. I didn’t want to fuck up totally and monopolize all of Chloe’s free time. She didn’t sign up for this. She was a beautiful, young, single woman who needed to live her life. So I treated myself as infrequently as I could tolerate—which was once every seven days.

I left without another word, heading out into the dark of night. The last thing I needed was her brother seeing me. I was already getting tired of the judgmental glares he gave me when he noticed Chloe tending to me like a stray puppy.

As I crawled into my own bed that night, spent and satisfied, Chloe’s scent still clinging to my skin, I knew I was going to sleep like a baby.