He laces his fingers through mine and tugs my arms over my head, pinning me down. “I’m a bird on a wire, Ali. I’m ready to fly wherever you want to go.”
Holding my gaze, he moves inside me, slow at first. Thick, drunk surges filled with love and promise. He ducks his head and finds my breasts, and I cry out as he pulls a nipple into his mouth. A tremor starts inside me, a slow, wobbling pleasure bubble that grows and flexes and shimmers in the heat he’s stoking between us. I arch my back as he grazes my flesh with his teeth and his cock pushes ruthlessly through my slick folds.
“Come with me,” I plea. I can feel myself squeezing him, begging him for his come inside me. He shifts his hands, pinning me down with one. The other finds my leg and presses me up and open, so he can slam into me harder. Faster. Deeper.
“Always.” He growls my name, his face hard and intense as he watches me, watching him. He’s on top of me, heavy and perfect, and this is all it takes, and I’m there.
“Yes,” I cry out, and it’s exactly right.
“Always,” he repeats as he holds himself inside me, the aftershocks ripping between us.
BOOTY CALL
part five
NEW YORK, AGAIN
—epilogue—
FEBRUARY, AGAIN
Alison
“To the birthday girl,” Scott says, tipping his flute of prosecco against mine.
I give him a beaming smile. “Thank you.”
After a six month international relations internship in Sydney, we’re back in the States. I think we might head out to the west coast soon, because I’d like to do a masters degree in Asian Pacific politics, but that’s a worry for another day. Another month.
This is our extended holiday. We had Christmas down under, and now we’ve been in New York for a month. We’re subletting an apartment in SoHo and I’m doing some observerships at the United Nations, but New York is too close to both of our families for our comfort zone. Well, there’s some debate over that.
My boyfriend likes to point out that I spend hours a week on the phone with both of my sisters. I point out that international telecommunications make that possible, and any time I want to see them, I can get on a jet plane.
But if we head out west, we’ll be close to his brother Will. And Taylor, if she’s still in Los Angeles by the time we settle. She’s a bit of a bird on a wire, too.
I thought for sure she’d clash with Scott, because they’re similar in a lot of ways, but when we stopped in L.A. on our way to Sydney, they totally hit it off. He needs to teach Hailey how to get along with Tay.
He was similarly afraid to introduce to me to Jeff. His brother is everything I hate about wealthy businessmen…but somehow he’s different. I like the guy. I don’t understand him, but I like him. It’s all in how he looks at Scott, like he’d lay down his life for his older brother.
I know the feeling.
“I love you,” I say, lacing my fingers into his. “Thank you for a magical birthday.”
“It’s not over yet,” he says with a lazy, dirty grin.
“No?”
He winks. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls a pair of tickets and hands them over.
I squeal as I read the name of the show. “Broadway Burlesque?”
“Surprisingly not on Broadway.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Ohmygod. This is amazing.”
“We’ve got an hour before it starts. Want to walk?”
I tip my glass back and finish my wine. “Oh yeah.”
We’ve done this every night that we’ve been in the city. Walked for blocks, hand-in-hand, and talked about…everything. Tonight we head down Prince Street. Scott tugs me to a stop in front of Agent Provocateur and whispers in my ear how turned on he was when I waved those panties in his face a year ago.
“Oh yeah?”
“I wanted to take you over my knee and spank you, though.”
“Maybe we should do that tonight.” I lick my lips. “Turn my bottom pink. A belated punishment for teasing you.”
“Punishment?” He crushes his mouth against mine and I tug on his hips. I want the full weight of him against me. I always want it all, no holding back. “Babe, I should thank you every single day for being so persistent.”
“Then you’re welcome. Will you please spank me?”
He laughs and squeezes my ass. “One hundred percent.”
“Where do you want to walk tonight?” I ask him as we step off again.
“There’s a garden up ahead I found last week,” he says. “Full of statues. It’s kind of cool.”
I grin up at him. “Awesome.”
We turn right at Elizabeth Street. It’s dark and quiet, although there’s traffic just a block away. The street lights glow, though, and up ahead I see a fence. “Is that it?”
“Yeah,” he says. “This is it.”
As we reach it, I realize the glow is coming from inside the garden, too. Hundreds of lanterns are hung from tree branches and perched beside the statues.
“Wow,” I breathe.
Scott wraps his arms around me from behind. “Happy birthday,” he whispers. “I’m sorry I f*ck
ed up the last one.”