But then my body betrayed me. I was sailing, loving every touch, every movement. But then the familiar tingle—familiar but amplified a million times—began low in my belly. My thighs began to quiver, and my muscles began to tighten. My ears rang as my orgasm washed over me, rushing me so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath for a moment. And this sound like nothing I’d ever made before slipped from between my lips.
He grabbed my hip and pulled me hard against him, made me lie still. The vibration of his own groan moved against my chest. I held him as I vaguely understood that he’d reached his pinnacle, too. He was filling me with his life seed, and it seemed right. I should have been concerned, should have had thoughts that were escaping me at the moment. I held him and accepted him, reality a distant place now.
But it wasn’t for long. We lay tangled in each other for a long time, but he finally rolled away, adjusting things I’d forgotten about. The tube snaking out of his slacks pocket, the machine it was attached to. He kicked his pants away, but cradled the small device against his belly before pulling me back against him, the coolness of the device pressed against my skin bringing me back to myself.
What the hell had I just done?
Chapter 9
Lucien
I watched her sleep, her tiny body tucked close against my chest. She was warm and soft, but firm in all the right places. I ran my fingers over her arm, smiling as one of her nipples slowly puckered in response to that simple touch. She moaned softly, snuggling her head closer to the pillow under her head.
“We should get up,” I said as I brushed my lips against her ear. “Mom’ll have breakfast on the table soon. You don’t want to miss out on her waffles.”
“Hmm,” she moaned.
I smiled again, brushing my lips lightly against her jaw.
“I’m gonna go get in the shower. You can join me if you like.”
I climbed out of bed, carrying my pump in my hand as I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I turned on the water and set out a towel before turning off the flow of insulin and unhooking the device from the infusion needle that stayed attached to my stomach. I stepped under the showerhead and let the water wash away the cobwebs, my thoughts immediately moving to last night, to the taste and feel of Adrienne’s body as she writhed underneath me. I hadn’t expected that to happen, but I had no regrets.
I was afraid she would, though. I knew she was uncomfortable with our arrangement. But when we touched, I liked to think she wasn’t just acting.
And, as though in confirmation of my thoughts, the shower door opened.
I turned and watched her step inside. She wouldn’t look at me. Her eyes were focused on my stomach, on the medical devices that kept me going day in and day out. She touched the unclipped protrusion of the infusion set, her finger moving along the outer edge of the adhesive that held it in place.
I took her hand and pulled it up to my chest, pressing it between my pecs.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes came up slowly, focusing on my lips. I pushed her back, pressing her up against the cool tiles at the back of the shower. I lifted her chin, forced her to look me in the eye.
“There’s no shame in wanting what you want.”
She bit her lip, her eyes falling again.
I lifted her chin again. “Tell me you want me.”
She blushed. “I don’t even know you. This is insane. It’s not what I—”
“Tell me you want me.”
Her eyes came up to mine, tears making them darker.
“I want you.”
It was a whisper, but it was the truth. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in her hand as she pressed it against my navel and let it move downward, move closer and closer to what I needed. I closed my eyes and sighed as she wrapped that little hand around my shaft, using the water from the shower as a lubricant of sorts. The memory of last night and the feel of her touch was almost too much. I bent low and grasped her thighs, lifting her up, pinning her against the wall as she guided me to her much the same way she had last night.
The urgency was lessened, but the need was just the same. Her arms snaked around my neck, giving her leverage as she responded to my slow thrusts. And then our mouths found one another again, dancing a new but familiar dance. We clung together, taking our time in a way we hadn’t last night. But it built to the same crescendo, took us on the same ride. I felt her thighs quiver seconds before she tossed her head back and cried out, the sound like the first music to ever fall on deaf ears.
She had this power over me. Every time I thought I was in control, she managed to make me lose it. If I had known what this would be like, I might have thought twice when Ruben showed me her picture and assured me she would take care of my problem. It would be simple. And we’d have a little fun along the way. But this… What had I gotten myself into?
I lost myself. I exploded inside of her, my thoughts already rushing ahead to the next time.
We finished our shower in silence. There didn’t seem to be a need for words.
I heard her phone ring as I joined her in the bedroom after shaving, watched her cross the room in just bra and panties. She spoke low, her words a mixture of English and Spanish as she spoke in a hurry to whoever was on the other end of the line. When she hung up, she just stood there, tension making her tiny shoulders stiff.