By sheer will, I hold on for another minute until the sensation builds to a point where my body can no longer contain it. And the feeling explodes like a shaken bottle of champagne. But instead of a pop, I let go of a satisfied ahhhh as my body fills with that delicious rush.
Dax slows his strokes but remains inside me as my floating body returns to earth.
Chapter 19
I’m a limp noodle. A post-orgasm, well-sexed noodle who can barely find the energy to lift my hand to Dax’s cheek as he again brings his lips to mine.
“We should do that a lot more often,” I tell him.
“You’ll get no objections from me.”
“Speaking of you.” The sight of Dax’s erection gives me a second wind. I reach to stroke him, but he stands before I have the chance to.
“We are far from done, Daxon B.”
He leans over. “I agree. But I think we could use a little more room for this next part.”
With that, he scoops me into his arms and lifts me from the couch. We’re the cover of a grocery store romance paperback, only way more naked. He carries me to his room, not bothering with the light, and sets me down on his neatly made bed.
“Round two?” I reach for him again. His penis is so hard and thick. As I stroke him, I’m torn between wanting him in my mouth or between my legs. He makes the call when he reaches for his nightstand, pulls out a condom, and holds it up.
“Just making sure you want to do this tonight.”
I point at his penis. “I am not leaving here until I do that tonight. Ideally twice.”
He tears the wrapper with his teeth and rolls the condom on in a single motion. I get a brief sensation of butterflies as he climbs onto the bed in between my legs.
I think we passed the point of no return for our friendship hours ago. But this act somehow makes it official.
He dips just the tip into me, then swirls it around, making his cock wet and me wetter. So when he pushes in, it’s in one long, smooth, gliding motion, and I’m lost again in that delicious stretch.
“It’s even better than I hoped it would be.”
He laughs at my words. A single ha with a chest heave. Then he drops his head, brings his lips to mine, and kisses me like he’s been thinking about this moment all night.
When he finally breaks the kiss, his hips begin to move. Slow, even strokes that I can feel all the way up to my eyeballs.
I think I may be in love with his penis. There are many, many things about Dax that I enjoy. But at this very moment, they all seem to pale in comparison.
He picks up his speed, and the intensity builds between my legs. I don’t remember the last time I orgasmed twice in one night. I don’t know if I’ve ever orgasmed twice in one night. But just as I think I’m going to set a Gemma Wilde record, Dax stops, hovering mid-stroke above me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and attempt to move my hips.
He holds my hip firmly with one hand. “Hold on, I just need a second. I got a little carried away there.”
I pause underneath him, my breath held and ready to burst from my chest before he lets out a long breath of his own.
“All good, but we might need a change in position. I’m not ready for this to be over yet.” With that, he rolls onto his back, pulling me with him, reversing our positions so I’m now straddling him on top.
I start to move my hips ever so slightly, enjoying the way he fills me in a new way. His thumb finds my clit, and he matches my rhythm, stroking me as I ride him. Fuck, this feels so good. I throw my head back and get lost in the movement.
“You look so damn sexy when you do that.”
I lean down to kiss him again, using the new angle to grind myself into him. When I lift my head, he catches one of my breasts in his mouth and sucks. And the sensation drives me over the cliff. I close my eyes, arch my back, and get lost in the tidal wave ripping over my body. Somewhere far off, I swear I hear Dax cry out too, but I’m too lost in the moment to be sure. When I finally come down, he’s looking at me with the same satisfied smile I imagine is on my face.
“We’re pretty good at that.” I kiss him once more before rolling off to lie next to him. Dax gets up to dispose of the condom, then climbs back in bed beside me, pulling the sheet up and over us both.
He holds his arms open, and I tuck myself into the little nook between his neck and chest. I think I love this part too. Just lying here breathing, listening to the late-night street sounds of the city below.
I look up at Dax. His eyes are closed, but he has the sweetest smile on his face. It makes my chest swell. “Tell me something else,” I whisper to him. “Something you’ve never told anyone. Even your best friends.”
Dax peels one eye open, then the other, and brushes my hair from my neck, letting his fingers linger on my back.
“My deepest, darkest secret is that I love using Q-tips in my ears,” he finally says. “I know they’re supposed to be terrible for you, but I don’t care. I do it at least twice a week. What about you?” He adjusts his arm, pressing me even closer. “What secrets have you been hiding?”
I don’t need to think too hard about my answer. It’s the one thing I’ve wanted to tell him since I figured everything out. “I’m from a parallel universe.”
Dax kisses the top of my head. “Well, that explains a lot. What is your universe like? Do you eat pot roast for breakfast?”
I know he thinks I’m joking. I never intended for him to think otherwise, but it feels like a small weight has been lifted from my chest.
“My universe is the same as this one, except in mine, we’re just best friends.”
Dax lets out a long yawn. “Well, I think I like this universe better then. Don’t you?”
If I had any reservations about staying here, they’re gone. This place, with Dax, is so much better than I ever imagined. There’s no reason why I have to leave. I’m happy here, I have my family, and I have Dax. My mind is made up.
“I do,” I finally answer, but Dax doesn’t hear. He’s already fallen asleep.
Chapter 20
“Seriously, Gems, what the fuck?”
Kiersten is waiting on the stoop of my store, glaring at me and my morning latte.
“What?” I reach past her to fit my key into the front door. She steps aside to let me flip my sign to open and awesome, though I secretly hope that no one shows up for at least ten minutes or until I’ve had the chance to make a good dent in my coffee.
Kiersten follows me inside, still giving me laser-beam eyes that I swear I can feel boring into the back of my head.
“Where were you last night?” she asks. “I called you, like, ten times.”
She is not exaggerating. I accidentally left my phone at home yesterday, and when I finally found it this morning, there were eleven missed calls and a long string of progressively angry text messages.
“I temporarily lost my phone,” I explain. “What’s the problem?”
Kierst folds her arms across her chest and glares at me. “Hello. You didn’t show last night?”
I rack my brain for the significance. “Was I supposed to?”
“You promised me you’d babysit.”
I have a vague recollection of agreeing to do this. But wasn’t it for Sunday? Shit. Yesterday was Sunday.