Crew takes a seat next to me and slides me on his lap, facing away from him. “Condom,” he says, his voice gruff with desire.
I forgot he’d handed it to me. Opening my hand, I present it to him. He tears it open with his teeth, scoots down low on the seat, and pulls me up his chest. His big hand grips his cock, which is now between our spread legs. I watch him as he rolls it on, just from feeling alone. It’s the hottest moment of my life. I can’t help but reach out and help him finish sliding it on. He scoots back up to a sitting position, his rock-hard cock rubbing against my aching center. I don’t wait for instructions, just grip him and guide him inside.
“Fuuuck,” he hisses.
I wiggle on his lap until he’s fully seated inside me. I’m so full and so fucking turned on, rocking my hips as the water beats down on us. Crew grips my waist and together we catch a rhythm. Leaning over, I brace my hands on his knees and take what I need. He’s so deep, I can’t stop.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Crew mumbles from behind me. “That’s it, beautiful. Take what you need.”
“So good,” I moan as I feel my walls tighten. My nails dig into his thighs as the most powerful orgasm of my life rips through me. I scream his name and jerk against him. I’m sure it’s not a pretty sight, but I’ve lost all control as I experience what can only be described as euphoria crashing down around me.
Crew leans forward and wraps his arms around me, his lips finding my neck. “Hottest fucking moment of my life, hands-down.”
I slump against him, feeling myself tighten around him as aftershocks roll through my system. He runs his hands up and down my arms, kissing my bare shoulder.
“How do you want to finish?” I ask him.
“Finish?” he asks, confused.
“I was selfish,” I mumble.
Crew laughs. “Babe, I came so hard I thought my head would explode. Your pussy was going crazy squeezing my cock. I didn’t have a choice in the matter.” He kisses my shoulder again. “You’re spent. Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”
“I don’t have to stay,” I tell him.
“You’re staying. I want you in my bed. Even if it’s just to sleep, that’s where you’re going to be. Can you stand up?” he asks. I do on shaky legs. He moves out from under me quickly and places me back on the bench. “Let me take care of this, and then I’ll get you.” He steps out of the shower and is back in no time. Once again, he takes his time in cleaning us both thoroughly before turning off the water.
AFTER I GET us both dried off, I carry Berklee to my bed. As soon as her head hits the pillow, her eyes close and I know she’s out. Staring down at her, hair spread out on my pillow, her naked body against my black sheets, she fucking takes my breath away. Literally. She blew my mind tonight. I thought once I felt her, I’d be able to distance myself a little. I should’ve known better. This is Berklee, after all; it’s been different with her from the beginning.
Dropping the towel from around my waist, I hit the light and climb into bed, pulling the covers over us. Lying in the darkness with nothing but the sound of her gentle breathing, I feel unsettled, though I can’t put my finger on it. Berklee mumbles my name. My heart picks up its pace. To hear her call for me in her sleep, that’s . . . something. Something more.
I don’t have women sleep over. Never saw the point, and I certainly never wanted the awkward morning after. So when Berklee seeks me out, throwing her arm and then her leg over me before burrowing into my chest, I go with it and hold her close. Her breathing evens out once again and I relax into the mattress, enjoying the feel of her in my arms.
As I lie here running my fingers through her wet curls, I realize that I no longer feel unsettled. It’s her. She has that calming effect on me. It freaks me the fuck out, but no way am I running from it. Maybe things will look different in the light of day. That’s my last thought as I drift off to sleep.
The ringing of my phone wakes me up sometime later. Reaching over to the nightstand, I come up empty. Replaying the night before, it all comes crashing back to me.
Berklee.
Rolling over, I reach for her and once again come up empty. My cell stops ringing just to start again. Climbing out of bed, I peek in the bathroom—no Berklee. Making my way downstairs, I stop in the doorway of the living room and I know she’s gone. Her clothes that were scattered with mine are missing. Even her thong that I tore from her sexy little body. “Fuck!” I scream into the quiet house. My phone starts to ring again and suddenly I’m worried it’s her. How did she get home? What if something happened? I’m tripping over my own feet to get to my jeans lying on the floor. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I don’t even look at the screen before answering. “Hello,” I pant into the phone.
“Did I interrupt something?” Zane laughs.
“No,” I growl.
More laughter. “What are you getting into today?”
“Nothing,” I grumble. I wanted to be getting into Berklee, make her breakfast and maybe lounge in bed all day, but she ran.
“Getting a group together to take the Jeep out. You interested?”
“What time?” I glance at the clock on the wall—it’s a little after eight. I wonder what time she snuck out.
“Around noon. Just going to take it out at Mom and Dad’s place.”
“Yeah, count me in. Meet you there?”
“Yep. See ya.” He hangs up.
I immediately pull up Berklee’s name and hit Send. It rings and rings and rings before finally going to voice mail. “Berklee, it’s Crew. You left. Why? Call me.”
I toss my phone on the couch and head to the kitchen to make some coffee. I pop a couple of pieces of toast in the toaster and stare at the pot. By the time I’ve had my toast and first cup of coffee, fifteen minutes have gone by.
Refilling my cup, I move to the living room, grab my phone and call her again. Again, I get her voice mail. “Berklee, if you don’t want to talk to me, fine, but at least let me know that you’re okay.”
Grabbing the remote, I turn on the TV and scroll through the stations mindlessly. Before I know it another twenty minutes have passed. Again, I call her. “Fucking voice mail,” I grumble. “Berklee, pick up the fucking phone. Just tell me you got home safely.”