If she told me to, I would. My dick would hate me for it, but I would. When it came to this girl, I wanted to be a gentleman, not the Calum who’d gone on that blind date with her.
Bree replied to my words by kissing me harder. I guess that was her answer.
The only reason I had to tear my lips off hers was to toss all of the pillows on the couch onto the floor. Mason had a few too many, although it did make the couch comfortable. Right now, Bree and I needed all the room we could get.
I helped her to sit up, and I took her clothes off, first. Piece by piece until she sat beside me, blushing and looking stunning, as naked as the day she was born, but so much prettier. I laid her down on the couch under me, and I took to dragging my mouth to every sensitive place on her body.
Her neck, her collarbone, her nipples. Oh, I paid extra special attention to those little nubs.
Then my mouth traveled even further down, causing her to squirm. She wove her fingers through my hair, and I thought, as I neared her apex, her legs spread before me, that she’d pull me up, pull me away, that this was too much, too fast.
All I wanted to do was make her feel good, to hear the sound she made when she orgasmed.
But she didn’t stop me, she only kept her fingers in my hair, tugging gently as I breathed out onto her slit, her clit an inch away from my mouth. My tongue flicked out, and I showered her clit with the attention I knew her body would give my dick soon enough. I wasn’t the only one who should feel their release.
Bree let out the most amazing series of moans when my mouth connected to her clit, and they only deepened when I began to suck on it, alternating between licks and sucks. I gauged what she liked by the way her body reacted to what I was doing, and my hands went to hold her outer thighs, keeping her in place. My cock was rock-hard now, ready and waiting to be covered by that rubber and pushed inside of her.
Her back arched, and her hips began to rock along my mouth, putting more pressure between us. She ground herself against me, and I put my tongue into overdrive, edging her to her precipice and then shoving her off without mercy. I brought Bree to an orgasm, and I didn’t tear my mouth off her, didn’t stop even when I heard her release a cry of pleasure.
The body under me tensed, that cry seeming to echo in the empty apartment. It was a sound I knew I’d hear again and again as life went on, and it made my lower half ache in need.
When she was done trembling with her orgasm, I lifted my mouth off her, giving her a smile that was probably a bit wet. “Have I ever told you I love the sounds you make?” I moved to kiss her stomach.
Bree was unable to respond, still riding the high, apparently, but that was fine. With her half-lidded expression, I knew she wasn’t done with me yet—and I was far from being done with her.
I tore off my shirt, not getting my pants off fast enough. Once my cock was free, I grabbed the condom and put it on, my gaze eating up the beautiful girl on the couch. My girl. Bree Stone. She was mine. She would never not be mine. I couldn’t imagine the rest of my life without her, not even a minute of it.
When I pushed into her, words could not describe how good it felt. I held her close, refusing to let her go, even as I started to pump my hips. Being with Bree was like getting a small taste of heaven on earth; she really was perfect. She made my body feel weightless, my heart go into overdrive. She made me want to be the best man I could be.
Everything for her.
Maybe, someday, she would actually believe it. Maybe one day there would be no more doubts in that head, and she’d trust me, trust Mason, in that we’d never hurt her, never leave her. This wasn’t just some passing fling.
This…I never wanted to date anyone else. She was it for me.
While Mason was working, I showered her body with love, even after I’d spent myself. She might not think she was worth all of the love in the world, but she was wrong. Everyone was worthy of love.
Every single person was, whether they believed it or not.
This might only be the beginning of our story together, but I knew one thing for damned sure: I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of our lives held. The challenges we would overcome, the trials and tribulations life would throw at us—we’d stand tall, and we’d do it together. When one of us was weak, the other would be strong. When doubts came into the picture, the other would reassure. We would complete each other, and I honestly could see myself spending the rest of my life with her, at this rate.
Well, I guess it wouldn’t just be Bree and me.
Bree, me, and Mason. Anything that came, we’d get through it together.
Hi, readers! I hope you enjoyed Sounds of Silence. I know this is unlike any other book I’ve written, but I hope that’s a good thing. Depression is a serious thing many people deal with every day—and, sometimes, like with Bree, it’s not
