Page 134 of Flock
Admiring him from where I lay in bed, I prop my hand and turn in his direction, prepared to watch him get dressed and eventually disappear like in my dream. Feeling melancholy—knowing I could damn well find a few things to make myself more productive—I opt to stay in my living reality and soak in my current view and my last few stolen minutes with him.
Because he is golden. Every sun-tinted inch of him. Built to perfection, from his two-toned hair to his beautiful, insanely muscular build to the definition in his chest and cut torso. I never tire of looking at him or hearing him talk.
Or gracing me with the tender, love-laced looks seemingly reserved for me. Spoken or not, I feel Sean’s love every single day and decide, as I watch him, that I won’t press him. That I want the words to spill from him naturally when he can’t keep them at bay any longer.
In that respect, Sean is a free bird, and if he continues to circle back to me, one day, he might truly be mine to keep.
As if sensing my thoughts, Sean glances back down at me, still having only gotten as far as his boxers in dressing. His eyes trail down my frame, where I stare back at him just before they spark with familiar mischief.
“Ten more minutes,” he declares, and in the next second, he pounces. He lands atop me, pinning me onto his mattress as I squeal in delight and stare up at him, shamelessly ogling. His beautiful smile slowly fades as emotions flit in his hazel eyes before he descends and gently takes my lips.
This kiss is much slower, more explorative, and meaningful. Though I want to allow him the space to utter the words, I will him to speak them as he pulls away. Instead, he loses his boxers and grabs a condom from the nightstand before nestling between my thighs. Instantly, I open for him, palming the strong lines of his shoulders.
Eyes locked on mine, he fits himself with the condom before bracing his arms above me, palming the mattress on either side of my head. Eyes intent, he slowly begins to press in, and our mouths collectively fall open at the feel of our connection.
“Cecelia,” he rasps hoarsely as I spread my thighs further, and he sinks into me deeper before we lock into place.
It’s pure bliss when he pulls back, and I watch as he purposefully rolls his hips before slowly thrusting back into me. Though his movements are both seductive and sinful, the look in his eyes reveals nothing but unguarded affection.
He loves me.
It’s so damned clear, and I’ll take this look over the words any damned day.
Caressing his skin, I soak in all of him as he builds a slow rhythm. With every thrust, he fills me fully, pressing his body into mine as if trying to further his claim and take more possession than he already has. He succeeds as I call his name, coming apart beneath him as he continues to stroke me through one orgasm, working me quickly toward another. He keeps the same mind-blowing pace and stroke of his hips as he consumes me entirely.
It’s when he palms my lower half, pressing me into the mattress, and thrusts his perfect cock back in, that I explode in cries, ecstasy coursing through me as I again voice my love. The words strike him as he closes his eyes and stills, groaning out his release as I stroke his skin, chest, and arms, cupping his face until he opens his eyes.
Staring down at me, he places my palm over his chest. “You’re the only woman who can keep this bird circling back. Know that, Cecelia.”
His words strike where intended, making the returned sentiment unimportant as he reluctantly releases me.
He makes quick work of discarding the condom as I watch him fully re-dress this time, the words all in, on the tip of my tongue as I watch him fill his jeans pockets. But I can’t utter them only to keep Sean and Dom. It’s not fair to me. I have dreams of my own, aspirations building, and I don’t know how those will align with theirs or how my future will fit that of the clubs.
That, along with my father’s warning yesterday and my recent dream, keeps me silent. Sean swipes his keys from his dresser and looks back down at me, reading my expression. “That’s some heavy thinking you’re doing there, Pup.”
“It is,” I admit truthfully.
His lush lips curve up. “You thinking about answering us, finally?”
“I am,” I admit, lifting to sit before pulling his old T-shirt over my head.
He knees the mattress so he’s propped in front of me before he kisses me one last time. Pulling away, his eyes file down my face. “Just so you know, the day you give us that answer, you free this bird.”
I frown. “I thought you were already free?”
“Depends on how you see it, I guess.”
Gripping his hair where he hovers before me, I tug it playfully. “Infuriatingly cryptic, as usual.”
“Then free me,” he says, matter of fact, while gently pulling out of my grip, his eyes intent and probing, even if his tone is playful.
Translation-say yes. Be all in. Be mine.
I keep my eyes on his until he finally turns and stalks out the door. As Sean fires up his Nova outside, I fall back into his mattress, inhaling his cedar and sun scent, pulling me into a peaceful lull.
Surprisingly, just after, I fall into a dreamless sleep.
Exodus
