Page 35 of Heartache & Playdates
I nodded, trying to fight back the tears. “I don’t want to stop.” My fingernails dug into the taut skin on his shoulders. “I just don’t want to feel so much.”
His eyes blinked heavily in understanding. When he opened them again, he asked, “What do you feel?”
“Everything.” It was the only word that even came close to encapsulating what I was feeling. “When I’m with you I feeleverything.”
He began to move inside of me, slowly, and my body moved with him. My hips rolled into his as our bodies moved together. My legs wrapped around him, and my arms did the same. I buried my face into his neck as I tightened my hold on him. Need like I’d never known before consumed me. I just wanted to be as close to him as physically possible. His fingertips dug into the flesh of my hips as he continued thrusting in and out of me.
“You feel so fucking good. So tight. So wet.” The heat of his breath fanned against my neck as he whispered against my ear.
The more he said, the closer I got to my release.
“You make me so fucking hard. Only you make me feel like this. Onlyyou.”
In the back of my mind, I knew that he could just be saying that in the heat of the moment. But I didn’t care. Hearing that I was the only one who made him feel like this, whether it was true or not, I still loved hearing it.
He tilted my hips up and his thigh moved beneath mine giving him an angle to drive even deeper inside of me. I could feel my third release of the night building, but I fought against it. I didn’t want this to be over. I wanted this to last forever.
His breaths were growing shallow as he grew larger inside of me. My body stretched as he thrust into me again and again.
My first release rose and fell before claiming me, my second crashed into me, and this one was something totally different. This was like a pressure cooker, building at a steady pace. Bliss swirled low in my belly. Each time he pulled out of me then entered me it drove me closer to the tipping point until finally, it pushed me over and I lost myself in oblivion.
As my own orgasm claimed me, he groaned and thrust into me one last time. “Fuck.”
I felt his dick pulse inside of me as he came and my nails dug into his back. I loved feeling his muscles twitch wildly beneath my touch.
When his shoulders dropped in an exhale, he flipped on his back and pulled me against him, so I was resting my head on his chest. One leg draped over his thigh as I snuggled against his side in the crook of his arm. His right hand ran up and down my bare back as his left hand raked through my hair.
We lay in silence. The only sound was our heavy breaths and his heart beating against my cheek. I was sure that there were things to say, but I think we were both too scared to say them. Scared that if we did, it would pop the bubble of intimacy we were floating in.
I’d gladly stay in his arms, in this bed forever. But I knew that wasn’t possible. So, instead I just closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel…everything.
13
MADDOX
I checkedmy phone for probably the hundredth time today. I wasn’t sure why. Peyton wasn’t going to text me back. I knew that. I didn’t know why she wouldn’t, but I knew that she wouldn’t.
After tucking the device back into my pocket, I pulled open the door to the diner. This place had been a safe haven for me, Alex, and Nick when we were growing up. Most of that had to do with Leticia, a server who allowed us to pay in spare change we’d collected and order one soda with unlimited refills and a plate of bottomless fries to share together, even though the restaurant didn’t offer bottomless fries.
There were quite a few days that all three of us would have gone hungry if it hadn’t been for her. She bragged about our successes like a proud mom and loved to tell the younger female staff that she knew us when we didn’t have a penny to our names, and she wasn’t lying.
The week that I came back to the city after college, Alex, Nick and I all met here for lunch. And we’d been meeting here weekly ever since. It was going on sixteen years now. No matter what was going on in our lives or how busy we were, we had lunch together every week. That is if we were in town. Alex and Nick travelled a lot for work. I didn’t. But I was here every week.
“You here for the meeting?” Delilah, the hostess smiled at me as she wiped down the plastic covered menu with a rag.
I grinned and nodded. One of the servers, who I’m 99.999999% sure Nick hooked up with, started calling our weekly lunches the Sexy CEO Club about ten years ago. That title changed once we all became dads to the Sexy Single Dads’ Club. The wait staff, especially Leticia, seemed to get a kick out of the name and Nick loved the attention.
Delilah tilted her head to the back of the restaurant. “The other members of your club are already seated at your booth.”
When it was available, we sat in the same booth in the back that we’d sat at the first time we’d come in here after we’d found a twenty on the ground and bought a chicken strip meal and soda to share between us.
“Thanks.” I smiled.
The dining area was filled with a combination of locals, businesspeople, and tourists. The diner had been featured on aDiners, Drive-Ins and Divesand the exposure had made the destination a must see for out-of-town visitors.
The management had made some improvements since receiving the notoriety, like reupholstering the booths and replacing tables with wonky legs, but the new versions were identical to the old. The place looked exactly the same as the first time I’d come in. The interior was a 1950’s retro style with white and black checkerboard flooring, high top booths that lined the walls with red fake leather tufted seats, the walls were filled with black and white photos of the city that dated back all the way to the 1800s, and the tables were all white tops with silver legs and trim.
As I made my way to the back, I could feel Nick and Alex’s gazes on me.
