To think, how far we’d come in such a short time. I truly couldn’t imagine my life without her. Never was I so thankful for being late to class. Fate had a hand in helping me that day, guiding me to where I needed to be: beside her, with her, loving her. I would never give Bree up.
Bree leaned her cheek on my shoulder, snuggling into me as she breathed me in. “I really do love you,” she whispered. We were watching some new show on Netflix, something about gothic teenagers who didn’t look like teenagers, doing magic and everything. Bree liked that stuff, so I sucked it up and watched it with her.
I’d watch anything with her.
I turned my head towards her, giving her a grin. “I love you, too,” I murmured, gently touching her chin and tilting her head up, placing a soft kiss on those lips.
Bree moved, and suddenly we were on the couch, her back laying down on the cushions and me above her, our mouths still connected, still hungry for the other. Needy, urgent, grasping. I let my hands travel along her body, taking in every curve beneath her shirt. It was almost ridiculous how easily my body was set afire when I touched her; it only made me want to keep touching her, to never stop.
I ran a tongue along her bottom lip, and she responded by parting those lips, allowing my tongue to slide between them and meet hers. I was rewarded with a sigh from her lungs, and I swallowed the sound up.
Bree still thought, sometimes, she wasn’t good enough. She still occasionally lost herself to her depression, but I was always there to help her out of it, to remind her that I wasn’t going anywhere, that she was good enough, that everything in life had a purpose. And if I wasn’t with her to say all those things, Calum was. She didn’t believe us, but that was okay. We would each be there for her, even when she wasn’t expecting it.
My hands snaked beneath her shirt, and I cupped her breasts, massaging those round, beautiful things as I ravaged her mouth. This was pretty normal for us. Me, being greedy when it came to her upper half, not wanting to push her for the rest of her body. Bree, taking whatever I gave her and reciprocating.
What was not normal was Bree pulling her mouth off mine, staring up at me with those bright green eyes, and whispering, “I…I want you, Mason.”
I stopped manhandling her, blinking as if I didn’t hear her correctly. My breathing came out ragged and hard…though that wasn’t the only thing that was hard around here. “What do you mean?” I asked, needing more clarification than that. If she was just telling me that she wanted me in a general sense, then I’d tell her I wanted her, too.
Now, if she meant something else…if she meant she wanted me to take her to my bedroom and take off her clothes piece by piece until she laid naked under me and shower her entire body with pleasure, then I would do it with no complaints.
None at all.
“I want…” Her voice came out in a soft whisper. The TV playing nearly drowned it out. “I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.” Bree ran a hand along my cheek, fire igniting anywhere those soft fingertips touched.
A weird way to say it, but then again, I’d long since knew Bree wasn’t normal. Neither was I, but that’s what made us perfect for each other.
Besides, who the hell was normal these days? Normalcy was so overrated. The weird, the strange—that’s what made the world a fun, technicolor place. That’s what made life worth living.
My heart hammered in my chest, and I was slow to pull my hands out from her shirt and her bra. “Are you sure?” I wanted to make one hundred and ten percent sure she was certain about this. I meant it when I said I’d never rush her, never push her to do anything she didn’t want to do. If she wanted to wait, we could wait for as long as she wanted.
If given the choice, of course I’d make love to her, but I wanted her to be sure about it.
“We don’t have to—”
Bree stopped me from saying anything else, lifting her head off the cushion to kiss me. “I’m sure,” she whispered, smiling gently.
I was up in a matter of seconds, pulling her with me. Holding onto her hand, I led us out of the living room and away from the kitchen, my intent to go straight to the bedroom and finally discover what this girl felt like under me, no clothes hindering either of us.
She said, “What about your lasagna?”
I paused, tossing a glance to the kitchen. I thought about turning the oven off or turning down the temperature it was baking at, but in reality, I knew that’d be pointless. Shaking my head, I muttered, “No point. This probably won’t take long.” I said it jokingly, but I also said it truthfully.
Not something I should be proud of, but I’d wanted this girl for so long, imagined it so many times, I knew I’d stick myself in her and pretty much lose it right away. Hands were never as good as the real thing, and I’d never gotten the courage to ask Bree to do it—with either her hands or her mouth. One step at a time, you know?
Yeah, it wouldn’t take long.
I led Bree to my bedroom, positioning us on the side of the bed. My hands found her hips, and I stared into her
