I press my lips to the top of her ear, breathing her in once again. “If this is considered creepy, then call me a creep.”
She laughs again but there’s less humor behind it this time. Her thighs tense as I slide my hand from her breast down to between her legs. She turns her face into her pillow, breathing against it. I slide my fingers under the hem of her underwear and she’s already soaked, ready for me.
She moans again as I start to slide my fingers back and forth against her sensitive spot. She starts moving her hips faster, pressing them into me harder. By this time, I’d usually have her turned over, pushing myself inside her. But I want this night to be all about Lena. I want to revel in the way she begs for my touch. I want to devour her, never letting her go.
I bend my neck, pressing my mouth to her neck again. I drag my teeth along her skin, gently biting down as I continue drawing circles on her sensitive skin. My fingers are wet, making every movement easier than the last. Within minutes, she’s pressed her body completely against mine, writhing against me, chasing her release.
Her breaths are heavy, and she keeps her face pressed against the pillow. After a few minutes, she turns her body around and gently pushes my shoulder, telling me to lay back. I do as she says. Her cheeks are still blushed with pink from reaching her climax, but her energy hasn’t diminished. Fire burns in her eyes as she stares down at me.
Without further warning, she reaches down, hooking two fingers on to her panties, sliding them to the side. “This time I thought we could spare the ripping of my underwear.” The corner of her mouth curls in a devilish grin. She sits up, lowering herself down on me, taking me all in.
I lean my head back, closing my eyes and biting my bottom lip. “Fine by me.” I draw out.
I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into her supple flesh. Lifting her up, I bring her back down, slamming her onto me harder. She moves faster, lifting herself up and lowering herself in a quick rhythmic pace.
If I was being selfish earlier by keeping my secrets from Lena, I was being selfish again. I wanted this night to only be about her, but the closer I get to my release the more I don’t want her to stop. I was hungry and greedy, feasting on the pleasure she was giving me. Explosions break out across my body as Lena pushes down one last time.
Afterward, Lena pulls herself up, moving to lay beside me once again. She lays in the same position as she was earlier, pressing her back against my chest. I wrap my arm around her, my eyes growing heavy. Our room is dark, covered in various shadows from the trees outside our window. I watch as they dance across the wall Lena and I are facing.
Lena places her arm over mine, pressing our joined hands against her chest. Her heart is still racing, pulsating beneath my palm.
“Logan?” she whispers, breaking our silence.
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever regret leaving Providence the way we did?”
I swallow, caught off guard by her question. It never occurred to me that I didn’t do the right thing by insisting that we leave Providence.
“I haven’t ever really thought about it,” I tell her. “I knew I needed to protect you and that was the only way I could. So, if you’re asking if I regret the decision to leave, I will have to say no.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Why?” I lift my head, getting a better view of Lena’s face. She doesn’t move, instead shifting her head against her pillow to get more comfortable.
“No reason.”
“Do you regret leaving?” I swallow once again, nervous to hear the truth. Was Lena still happy? Did she think our lives would have turned out better if we stayed?
She hesitates, her hushed breaths blowing against the cotton fabric of her pillowcase. “No.”
“Good.” I kiss the top of her head, her mint scented hair surrounding me. “I would do anything to protect you.”
“I know.”
I lay with Lena until I know she’s fallen asleep. Once her arm has slipped away from mine and I know she’s in a deep slumber, I slide out from the sheets and grab my phone.
I tiptoe to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Opening my conversation with Max, I type out a text telling him I needed to talk with him, preferably away from the restaurant.
I wait a few minutes for his reply, hoping I’d get one sooner rather than later. Only a few seconds pass before he responds, telling me to meet him in the morning at the coffee shop around the corner.
I inhale a sharp breath and walk back out to the bedroom. Lena’s body is now sprawled out, her limbs tangled in the sheets of our shared bed.
I knew I needed to talk to Max to get perspective. He was the only true friend I’d made since moving to Seattle and the only person I could trust other than Lena.
I just hoped it was the right decision.
It was my day off. Max was set to work the lunch shift and then Natalie was set to close. I’d dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans; a casual lookMax had rarely ever seen on me.
He on the other hand, tended to wear shiny watches and expensive designer clothes when outside of the restaurant. I meet Max inside the coffee shop, standing off to the side, waiting for his order. He’s wearing a simple button-down shirt, the front tucked into his dark slim jeans. After I pick up my coffee, we both take them outside, deciding to talk a walk around the park down the street.
A rare occasion, the sun was on full blast today. Wincing, Max opens his sunglasses, perching them on the bridge of his nose. He takes a sip
