Page 34 of Forever After Fall

“Spread your legs for me,” I whisper the request, and she complies as best as she can from the position she’s in. I get a glimpse of what I needed. She’s wet. Seeping through the fabric. “You like sucking dick like this? On your knees while I watch you get wet in the mirror?”

She lets her lips slide off my dick slowly, leaving a small drip of us on her lower lip that I brush away with my thumb before I put it into my own mouth. She watches, her lips forming a small O of surprise at the way I do it.

“I like sucking your dick. You make it easy to enjoy.”

“Then finish me off so I can take care of you. I want to hear you beg for me before we’re done.”

“You first,” she taunts before she sets back to work.

I brush her hair out of her face, and her eyes lift to meet mine, watching me while she destroys whatever pride I have left by making me come in record time.

“Darlin’, watch yourself,” I warn her. It’s rare I do this. It’s probably been years since the last time. I don’t like the idea of someone catering to my needs just for the sake of it. I want someone who wants me as much as I want her. All in. Desperate and eager. And Bristol makes me feel needed in the best fucking way. So I don’t know why I’m surprised when she stays when I try to warn her off. I would have happily made a mess of her pretty blue dress, but she swallows me down instead.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, darlin’. You’re a fucking angel.” I’m muttering ridiculous shit I’m probably going to regret later while she’s taking me until I’m spent and sated. I’m practically shaking from how good it is by the time she’s done.

But I’m ready to take care of her now. Fighting to clear the fog so I can make this as good for her as she just did for me. I’m stuck staring at her instead. Her deep brown eyes sucking me into a vortex of thoughts about how I can’t ever let her go as her fingers delicately sweep at the corners of her mouth. She slowly rises from her position on the floor.

“I should get back to work. It’s probably time to reopen, and I haven’t even eaten yet.” Her eyes dart to the clock again.

“Fuck that. They can wait until after I’ve eaten. Take the panties off and bend over.”

“Anson!”

“Ans?”

She says my name in a teasing scold at the same time a deeper male voice echoes it. Her eyes widen at the same moment my heart freezes in my chest.

“Ans? Is that you? I thought I heard your voice.” Bo’s voice enters our small bubble like a bomb, blowing it to smithereens as I see her tiptoe back into the corner of the changing room.

I have no choice but to answer right now. But later… Later I might strangle my brother for ruining this for me.

FIFTEEN

Bristol

“A little busy at the moment.” Anson works to put himself back into his pants and slowly draw the zipper up. It sounds so damn loud in this room.

I glance at myself in the mirror, doing a quick check to make sure this isn’t a repeat of the wedding. Everything seems to be in order, minus the fact that I’m dressed as if I belong in a bar three shots deep on Halloween, screaming out the lyrics to “Thriller.”

I hear Bo’s laugh through the curtain. Anson and I are apparently terrible at sneaking around. Mostly due to not locking doors properly. I have no idea how Bo even got in here.

“I see that. Does Bristol know you’re using her changing room?” He pauses long enough that I think he’s done. Maybe we’re not truly caught. Maybe it’s just Anson. He could explain this away somehow, but then Bo continues, “She finds out, you’re both dead.”

I look to Anson for a way out. I’m almost ready to burst through this curtain and ask Bo how the hell he got in back here. He should be waiting for someone to open the door for him, even if he does have the password to get in.

“She knows.” Anson flicks me a sideways glance.

“I see.” Another long pause has my heart doing somersaults in my chest. Bo clears his throat. “You know when she’ll be back?”

“Give her ten minutes. She went to get lunch. She’s probably at Hotcakes.” Hotcakes is my best friend Marlowe’s bakery and café down the street. On a normal day, I probably would be there right now.

“Just came from there and didn’t see her. But all right. I’ll take a walk and be back in ten.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Anson’s gruff in his response, and I hold my breath while we wait for Bo’s footsteps to retreat.

“Do you think that worked?”

“You need better security back here. Anyone could come in. And you’re alone back here? At night?” Anson’s voice takes a protective edge.