Page 73 of Sterling Touch
“That’s it, sweetness,” I encourage, wrapping some of her hair around my hand and holding it at the back of her head. Whether to keep me steady or keep her on me, I’m not certain.I’m lost to the sensation of Vale. Her care. Her patience. Her fucking tongue.
“Vale,” I groan, choking on her name as my lower back tightens and my balls pull up, and then I’m jetting off, jolting against her tongue.
Vale swallows and gags a bit, and I feel every fucking movement.
“Baby,” I moan, as my head tips back, and my dick pulses again before Vale slowly pulls up the length and pops off the tip.
I lift my head to look at her. She swipes the back of her wrist over her mouth before a smug smile graces her lips.
“You little vixen,” I tease.
“Thought I was a little bee?”
I pull up my boxer briefs and then scoop her up, tossing us down to the couch to face each other on our sides. Brushing back her hair, I watch my fingers trace her face. “How much longer do you have?”
It’s not like Vale has a curfew, but she does have Hudson, and Stone is watching him for her.
“A little longer,” she says with a sigh. If I didn’t know better, she sounds as disappointed as I feel. I don’t want her to leave.
“Let me get something to clean you up.” With a swift kiss to her lips, I hop over her and return with a warm cloth then hand her underwear to her.
“I’ll be right back.” I scoop up my clothes and head into my room, changing into something more comfortable. Joggers and a Haven Exteriors tee.
Once back on the couch, I tuck behind Vale, keeping us both on our sides and wrap my arms around her. With my lips on the back of her head, I stare at the television, not really watching the silent game.
Time passes too quickly until Vale has to leave and I’m walking her to my front door. I hate this part.
“I don’t like you traveling alone in the dark this late at night.” I don’t want her to leave and yet I can’t ask her to stay.
Giving me an understanding smile, she tips up on her toes and kisses me. Long and sweet, showing me she doesn’t want to go either, but she must.
“Call me,” I say when I pull back and rest my forehead against hers.
“As soon as I get home,” she states for confirmation, softly smiling at my concern.
“No. When you get in your car. Keep the phone on while you drive home.”
“Cort.” she giggles. “That’s silly. It’s late.”
“We don’t have to talk. I just want to know you’re safe. Play the radio and keep me on speaker.”
Vale smiles wider and tips up once more, wrapping her arms around my neck like she doesn’t want to let go. We kiss again, seeking extra seconds with every suck of our lips and clash of our tongues, until finally Vale whispers, “I have to go.”
I know. I know she does, but I hate separating from her. I hate being her secret.
Yet I have no one to blame but myself.
27
[Vale]
Attending book club has been a bit rare for me as the Haven Hitters’ season seems to take up most of my evenings and weekends. Thankfully, I finally have a Thursday night free.
I’m running late and miss the weekly pre-game established at Milton Roadhouse, but as soon as I enter Meredith Mulligan’s second floor, a wine glass is in my hand, and a strange sense of calm I hadn’t known I needed settles over me.
Not that the room is calm. The collection of select women from Milton County is like standing in the middle of a gaggle of geese. Chatter and squeaks, excitement and gasps. These are my girls.
As the only sister in a family of brothers, I appreciate these times with women and I’ve missed being somewhere that doesn’t involve baseball, laundry, and rushed dinners.
