If only I could break down that wall he has built up so high, I might just be able to figure him out.
He won’t let it down, though.
Not right now.
Not yet.
But maybe one day.
Maybe.
I’M DRUNK.
So damned drunk.
Do I care? Oh, absolutely not.
It feels amazing, and freeing, and I want to spend forever not feeling the horrid feelings I’ve had over the last few days. I just want to feel like this forever and everything will be fine.
Briella and the girls went home after we all drank way too much, ate way too much, and danced out little hearts out. It was exactly what I needed to feel good, and it worked. I feel as though a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, like maybe things aren’t going to be so bad after all.
I trust the club.
I trust the girls.
I trust Mykel.
I just have to get through this one final deception and I’ll be free to do what I need to do.
I’m sitting on the patio after my shower, staring at the sky, watching the stars twinkle, when Mykel comes home. He walks up the back stairs, takes one look at me, and stops. For a moment, his eyes just move over me, slowly, as if he’s taking in every inch of my body. Then he smiles wryly and says, “Been drinkin’ a bit, have we?”
He smiled at me.
He smiled.
My heart swells and I forget everything that has happened up until this point.
Confidence soars in my chest and I stand without thought. I walk over to him, and before he can even think about it, I go up onto my tiptoes and I kiss him. I press my lips right against his and curl my fingers into his hair. It takes him a moment to respond, but when he does, oh, he makes my knees weak. He kisses me back, with the same ferocity that I’m kissing him.
I tug at his hair, deepening the kiss until we’re both frantic, both desperate, both panting.
Right there on the patio, he lifts me so my legs are around his waist, then he pushes my back against the railing and I’m not even afraid. I trust that he won’t let me fall, that he’ll hang onto me until I’m safely on the ground again.
Our kiss quickly becomes one of pure passion, and I want nothing more than to let him sink his cock inside me, right here, right now, but at the same time I want to take it slow. I want to feel his body, feel his mouth against mine, feel everything he has to offer before I come out of this drunken haze and things go back to the way they were before.
“Put your mouth on me,” I murmur, tearing my lips away from his.
“Where?” he growls.
“My pussy.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” His voice is husky and aroused.
He lets me go, and the minute my feet hit the timber patio, he is on his knees in front of me, tearing my jeans down my legs until I’m fumbling out of them. He tosses them to the side, and makes light work of my panties, tearing them off as if they’re nothing more than a brittle piece of string. Then, without warning, he does exactly what I asked.
He buries his face into my pussy.
My moan catches in my throat. My intoxicated mind is a little slow, but the moment it catches up, I’m gripping the railings and he’s got my legs around his shoulders and his tongue so deep in me I can’t contain my screams of pleasure. I don’t care who hears.
I don’t give a fuck.
His tongue torments me with perfect swirls and jabs, and his lips suck and pull until I’m trembling and shaking as an orgasm gets so close I almost want to push it back so I can feel this for a second longer. Mykel doesn’t pause, though. He eats my pussy like a goddamned hungry man, and I’m not at all ungrateful.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
And god, does he do it well.
When I orgasm, I do so clutching his hair, my body trembling in his arms. He doesn’t pull his mouth from my flesh until I’m weak in his grasp, with no strength left. Only then does he stand, pulling me to him and bringing his lips down over mine in a kiss that has my entire world spinning.
“I need to be inside you right fuckin’ now,” he growls.
I don’t waste any time. I tug at his jeans, freeing his cock, and then my legs are back around his waist, and he’s plunging into me without so much as a pause. His cock fills me and my cries fill the night sky. I moan his name as he begins to piston, slowly at first, with long, delicious thrusts that bring my body to the edge. Then he begins a quicker pace, his hips moving a little more frantically.
I can’t take a single second more of it. I come with a ferocity I didn’t know existed. Mykel follows only minutes later, his huge body tensing before he growls a release, dropping his head onto my shoulder.
I can’t help it; I bring my fingers up to his hair and I run them through it. As his head rests on me, I take the moment to show him some affection, to show him he can trust me, to show him that I care. I stroke at his hair, and surprisingly, he lets me do it. He leaves his face in the crook of my neck for minutes before finally pulling back and looking at me. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I smile at him.
And, to my utter delight, he smiles back.
13WAVERLY
I don’t know what time we fall asleep, but we actually talked beforehand. We laid in his bed after our
