“Tay, you feel so good.” Blake placed a hand on the back of my thigh as he pulled me to him with each pump of his hips. I closed my eyes as my orgasm built every time he hit the spot way down deep. The way he claimed my body had me moaning and whimpering. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. Sounds I’d never made before were filling the room. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and when I opened my eyes and saw the love and lust in Blake’s eyes, I lost it.
“Oh, oh. Blake. Blake,” I said his name over and over as waves of pleasure consumed me. My tight channel clamped down on him with every tremor, his groans growing louder as he rocked faster.
“Tay. Ah. Tayia. No condom. Want to come inside you so badly. Can’t.” He pumped a few more times before he pulled out of me and came in warm spurts on my stomach as he groaned and grunted before collapsing on top of me.
I brushed away the damp hair that covered his forehead as he pecked kisses over my face, on my lips, and down the side of my neck. Our hips moved together as the stickiness from his cum spread over the lower half of our stomachs, and I kind of enjoyed the feel of it.
“Are you okay?” Blake finally asked as concern spread over his satiated face.
“I’m perfect. I love you.” I smiled up at him.
“I love you, too.” He smiled back before shifting off me. When he moved, it was the first time I was close enough to read the script tattooed on his ribcage.
“Be with me always. Take any form. Drive me mad.”
I instantly recognized the quote from Wuthering Heights, one of my favorite books. I’d always wondered if the reason I loved the story so much was because, in some ways, I felt our story was destined to be just as tragic. Instead of speaking, I ran a finger over his skin, tracing the words with my fingertip. Blake stared at me for a while, not speaking, but his eyes told me that those words were meant for me. Speechless, I kissed his lips, feeling incredibly touched by the moment.
He broke eye contact as his cheeks grew flushed and then reached a hand out and rubbed the wetness on my abdomen. The heat in his gaze told me that he enjoyed the feel of it there, too. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
We walked hand in hand to the bathroom where we lit one of the decorative candles on the vanity to give us a little light. There was just enough hot water in the tank for us to quickly wash up then we snuggled next to each other by the fire. Neither of us knew what the next day would bring, but in that moment, we were content.
Chapter Eight
When I opened my eyes, the sun was shining as I settled into Blake’s arms. He was still sleeping. I didn’t know how long I had with him like this, so I decided not to disturb him. I also tried not to think about what would happen after this, but I knew we could never go back to the way things used to be.
I was in love with him, and he said that he loved me. My heart soared and my stomach felt queasy. I knew I would have made myself sick if I spent too much time worrying over things I couldn’t control, but for a moment, I could lie there silently and enjoy the feel of him: his solid bare chest against my back, the way my backside curved perfectly into the bend of his hips, and the small tufts of air he breathed against my neck that caused the tiny hairs at my nape to stand up.
I felt him stir behind me and his arms tighten, pulling me closer.
“Morning.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck.
“Morning.” I relaxed into him as I felt him start to harden against my lower back. However, the possibility of a repeat of last night was quickly doused by the sounds of tires crunching snow that were approaching the cabin. Blake and I immediately separated.
“Shit!” he shouted as we sat up, realizing that we were both completely naked. I jumped up and pulled the blanket around me as I took off to my room. My heart was beating rapidly as I rummaged through my suitcase and quickly got dressed as I listened for voices in the living room.
The idea of almost being discovered was scary, but at the same time, I felt giddy over the change in our relationship. We didn’t have to make any decisions about us right away, but I knew I could no longer pretend. I wanted him to be mine, and I knew I was already his.
When I returned to the living room, Blake had already replaced the couch cushions and there were voices coming from the kitchen. I worked hard to calm my breathing as I rounded the corner, ready to greet everyone, except I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a pretty blonde sitting at the kitchen table. When my gaze shifted to Blake, I noticed that his face was ashen as his eyes found mine.
“Oh, you must be Blake’s sister, Tayia.” The girl stood and walked over to me. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Blake talks about you all the time.” She smiled sweetly at me. “I’m Lucy.”
Fuck my life. Witch Face was here.
“H-hi,” I managed to reply but my feet felt frozen. What was she doing here? I thought they’d broken up. Blake must have been able to read my thoughts.
“Lucy flew in this morning.”
“Yes, Blake knows about my motion sickness and a twelve-hour car ride would have been torture for me. I tried to explain this to him, but you know Blake.” She nudged me with her arm and gave me a playful, conspiratorial look, as if we shared a mutual understanding. “My cousin is an airline pilot and he managed to get me on standby early this morning.” Blake was looking down at the tabletop but not speaking.
“Right. Well, you made it.” I tried to sound upbeat as I moved past her to the coffee maker and busied myself with the task of scooping grounds into the filter.
“Blake, I almost forgot that I have presents in my bag. Will you come and help me set them out?” Lucy said behind me, then there was the sound of her footsteps as she left the room, but I didn’t hear Blake follow her. When I looked over my shoulder, he was walking toward me.
“Tay, I had no idea—”
“I thought you’d broken up.”
“We did.”