Page 47 of Inseparable
He stares at me silently for a couple minutes. Reaching over the edge of the bed, he grabs his jeans and pulls out a condom. My heart is pounding so hard, and the nervous flutter in my chest expands as I watch him rolling it on. Gently, he moves over me, holding himself up as he peers deep into my eyes. “We can stop at any time.”
I place my hand on his bare chest. “I trust you.”
His brow puckers, and he gulps, holding himself perfectly still over me, not moving a muscle. I tense up. He has a faraway look in his eyes that confuses me. “Ayd? Are you okay?”
He refocuses on me, smiling as he leans down, kissing me softly. “I’m fine. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
“Are you sureyouwant to do this?” I ask, heart pounding in my chest.
He kisses me more passionately. “I’m sure. Stop worrying.”
“Okay.” I nod, offering him a watery smile. He positions himself between my legs, and heat floods my body. He kisses me again. “It’s probably going to hurt a little, but I’ll go slow.”
I capture his lips in a hot kiss, and ever so slowly, he starts inching inside me. Everything tenses up. “Relax, babe, loosen your limbs.” He presses his mouth to that sensitive area on my neck and I widen my legs, sinking deeper into the bed. He pushes in a little more and a searing pain rips through me.
I wince, and he stops. “Don’t stop. I’m okay,” I assure him.
He continues worshiping my mouth and my neck, trailing his wet mouth down my body, teasing my nipples with his tongue, as he slowly fills me up. Once he’s all in, he stays in place, continuing to kiss me all over until he doesn’t feel so foreign inside me anymore. “You can move,” I whisper, my cheeks heating. “I won’t break.”
“Tell me if it hurts.” Very gently, he starts moving, and it stings but not as much as when he first moved inside me. I buck my hips up, and he increases the pace a little, and the sting fades a little, transforming to a more pleasant sensation. “Is this okay?”
“It doesn’t hurt any more. Go faster.”
His grin turns wicked, and he pulls my legs up around his waist. “Wrap them nice and tight, and hold on.” His thrusts become quicker, more urgent, and my body responds, arching against him as all manner of unbelievable sensations surge through me. I’m peppering his face and chest with kisses, clawing at his back and his ass, imploring him to move faster. He chuckles before his expression turns dark and he devours my mouth, riding me hard, and I can’t get enough. I grind against him and things are building inside me again. His entire body trembles, shaking and pulsing as he finds his release, and then I’m there with him.
We lie sated in each other’s arms without speaking for a couple minutes as the magnitude of what we’ve just done sinks in.
He angles his body, lying on his side, and tilts my chin up. “Lina, are you okay?”
I peck his lips, snuggling into him as I smile. “I’m perfect.”
“No regrets?”
I shake my head, smiling again. “Not a single one. I’m glad we did it.” I lace my fingers in his, planting a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I’m glad I did it with you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
The next week drags. School feels empty without Ayden, and his parents have grounded him so I can’t even drop by in the evenings. I take some extra shifts at the diner, purely to pass the time. Having so much free time isn’t good for me—because my mind wanders to places I wish it wouldn’t. I don’t regret sleeping with Ayden, but it’s brought certain feelings to the surface again, and I know I shouldn’t be thinking about Devin, but it’s not that simple to cut someone from your life, especially when they’ve occupied such a huge part of it.
My heart is gloomy again, and I wonder if things will ever become uncomplicated.
Ayden is released from his penance the following Saturday, and we head to the movies with all the gang.
Things return to normal on Monday, but I’m uncharacteristically mute in the Jeep on the drive to school, although Ayd doesn’t appear to notice.
The week is busy with senior portraits, and I’ve signed up for two advanced placement courses to gain some additional credits for college, so I don’t actually see much of Ayden. On Friday night, he travels with his family to visit relatives, and I won’t see him until tomorrow night.
Lucas stays after dinner, for the first time in ages. He’s stretched out on the couch while I’m snuggled under a blanket on the leather recliner. We binge watchGossip Girl, munching on popcorn. “You know,” I say during the commercial break, “you don’t have to rush off after dinner every night. I miss having you around.”
He snorts. “Sure you do. I don’t think Ayden would appreciate me cramping his style.”
“He’s not here all the time.”
He shrugs. “It’d feel disloyal to Devin.”
“That isn’t anything to do with you.”
He twists around on his stomach, resting his head on his hands. “He’s my brother. I’ve got to have his back. Besides, I’m pissed with Ayden for what he’s done.”
