Only With You (Knights #2)

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LANDON

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace,” Julianna playfully says as we stand in front of my bedroom door.

I twist the knob and push the door open. “Why would I want to do that?”

“Because I’m about to take over.” She eyes the bags I’m holding for her. “And I’m not going to be apologetic about it. So, speak now and I’ll leave.”

I know I said my bedroom is strictly off-limits to anyone and it’s still somewhat true. But things have drastically changed from the last time I thought that.

My room is still off-limits to anyone, except for Julianna.

That statement is wild to make and it still sounds ludicrous in my own head, but I stand by it.

The level of serotonin I feel when I’m around Julianna is beyond me.

It’s been so long since I felt a morsel of genuine peace in my head. At times, it freaks me out, because out of all the people in my life, she’s the reason for it. She’s the reason why I’m not constantly thinking of just living, but actually feeling alive.

For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel blasé to life. I actually look forward to tomorrow and the days after.

It’s insane and I know Reid is going to lose it when I tell him. Hell, I’m losing my own mind, because I’ve hated living for so long. I’ve felt so empty and numb. Most of the time, I dread existing because I’ve not known what else to feel. But now I don’t. Now, I feel overwhelmed, but all in a good way.

And it’s all because of the girl standing next to me.

“The space is all yours.”

In silence, she assesses my room.

I don’t want to assume what she’s thinking, because I’ve been doing that for a while. Making assumptions about her that have been nothing but wrong. It’s a shitty thing to do and I acknowledge that, but right now, as she stands in the middle of my room, I don’t know what to think.

The last time Julianna was here, she wasn’t in her right mind, so I doubt she remembers anything. But watching her stand here with an unreadable expression is disconcerting.

My room is pretty barren, but clean. I don’t have much other than the necessities. A desk, bed, nightstands, dresser, TV, and my instruments.

“So you do play.” She eyes my Yamaha Digital Grand Piano and my three guitars next to it.

I give a noncommittal shrug. “Yeah, occasionally.”

“ Occasionally ,” she mimics my voice. “It didn’t sound like that the other night. So you really haven’t played the song before?”

“No, I told you it was all from hearing it.”

“I’m jealous,” she murmurs before she becomes quiet again, but then I note the twist on her lips.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You don’t have a mirror.” She smiles in goodwill like it’s not going to make or break her staying, but I know she wants one regardless. “But it’s not a big deal. Do you have one in your bathroom?”

“I do.” A thought comes to mind as I set her bags on my bed and I say, “I’ll be back.”

I stride into Saint’s room and grab the full-length mirror tucked in his closet. He recently bought a new one, because apparently this one isn’t good enough. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t ask questions. It’ll just incite a conversation.

I step back in my room and find her sitting on the edge of my bed. Her palms are resting behind her and one leg is crossed over the other, causing her dress to ride up. She’s still wearing it and the heels, minus the stockings. She took those off before we left her apartment.

I inhale a deep breath. “Where do you want it?”

“Where did you get that from?”

“Saint, and don’t worry about it. I promise he’s not going to miss it.” He has enough money to buy hundreds, thousands even. “So where do you want it?”

She thinks for a moment, scanning every corner of my room before she settles on the wall next to my piano.

“There. I think that would be a good spot, but if Saint comes looking for it, I’m pinning the blame on you.” She raises her hands in surrender. “I’m not taking blame for something going missing.”

There’s a touch of agitation in her voice along with dejection. I don’t want to pry, but I don’t like the thought of her being upset.

“Did something hap—” The rest of my words get caught in the back of my throat and my thoughts become nonexistent. My lips part and I can’t find myself able to close them or stop the blood from instantaneously rushing to my dick.

Julianna’s blazer lies neatly on my bed while she stands in nothing but pink lingerie that I recognize from the pictures she sent me and her black heels.

The lacy bra she’s wearing is transparent and tight around her heavy, supple breasts. Her nipples strain against the material and push her tits up, and they look like they’re going to spill out because there’s hardly any fabric covering them. The thin string of her thong sits above her hip bones. The fabric is also lacy and transparent, hardly covering her pussy.

As a perverse image conjures in my head, I have to adjust myself because my dick is painfully hard and throbs impatiently to be let out.

Julianna’s voice draws my attention back up, but it lands again on her chest. Fuck, she’s so hot.

“Since you seem to be so obsessed with me and everything I do, I thought I’d show you what I looked like with this on. Figured this would be better than the pictures.”

She stands there so… innocently , hands tucked behind her back, pushing her breasts out. She tenderly smiles at me like she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me. But the look in her eyes is telling, her pupils are dilated, because she knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows how attractive she is and knows she has me at her mercy.

I can’t be arsed with a comeback, because my eyes are glued on her chest and I’m thinking about all of the inappropriate things I’d love to do to it. I wonder how she’d feel about getting tit-fucked. Goddamn, I need to fuck her now.

Cutting the space between us, I bring my hand over my head and pull my shirt off at the neck, letting it fall somewhere on the floor.

Her heated, lust-filled eyes wander over my chest and stomach, but I don’t give her a chance to roam over it anymore as I snuff any space between us. I pick her up, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me and circles her arms around my shoulders.

I capture her mouth and kiss her like my life depends on it. It’s punishing and I’d feel bad if she hadn’t moaned into my mouth and kissed me back with just as much force as her fingernails dig into my back.

I hiss and I’m certain she grins against my mouth.

Despite how submissive she is, she also likes the fight and I can’t deny how much I enjoy it.

But as much as I like this, I need more, I need to taste her. I set her to her feet and she puffs out breathlessly, staring at me disgruntled, with pouty red and swollen lips.

“Bed,” I order, but she’s not fast enough and my patience is thin, so I push her down and she falls back, breasts bouncing as she does.

She sits up, hands behind her back, bracing her weight on her palms. She peers up at me, cheeks flushed, and hair a little dishevelled. “What was that for?”

“No questions. Spread your legs,” I gruffly demand and kneel on the floor. I unfasten the button and pull my zipper down because my dick feels like it’s suffocating.

She narrows her eyes, but like the obedient girl that she is, she spreads them wide. I lick my lips, spotting the wet lace clinging to her, outlining her cunt.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I slap her pussy hard, and she gasps, jerking up, closing her legs in the process, but I spread them again.

She winces, face twisting in pain, but then shudders, her cheeks redden, and the lace becomes wetter.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Julianna stares at me with indifference and shrugs. “Stop playing games.”

I slap it again, not once this time, but twice. And I stare in awe at how responsive she is because she grows wetter. When I look up, she’s biting her bottom lip and fisting my sheets.

“Stop being a brat,” I grit, but instead of slapping her over the lace, I shove it to the side. Her pussy glistens, and as much as I like to appreciate it and eat the fuck out of her, I focus on the task at hand. I spread her lips apart, spit on her swollen clit, and slap it harder than before.

This time, she doesn’t hold back. Her head draws back, mouth parts in a perfect O, and the most euphoric sound leaves her lips, evoking those colours again.

Vivacious aurous and intense impetuous cherry red.

“Again,” she whimpers needily with no shame and spreads her legs further apart, dragging her bum closer to the edge.

“No,” I reply. The rough edge of my voice almost betrays me. I want to, but she likes when someone takes control, likes to be told what to do, and gets off on being talked down to.

The thought stirs something in me, something primal, and the need to own her becomes unreal.

“Please,” she pleads, eyes full of desperation and want.

I’ll cave, because I want nothing more than to give her exactly what she wants. She’s so obediently willing, legs spread for me, pussy dripping wet, voice breathless, but I’m a dick, because I want to see how much I can push her.

“More?” I hook my palms under her knees and throw her legs over my shoulders.

“Yes,” she breathes, nodding impatiently.

She stares at me, puzzled, as I drag the lace back, covering her, and lap my tongue slowly over her slit.

She moans quietly, body going taut when I graze her clit. “Not like that.”

“Like what?” I drag my tongue again, but purposely miss her clit this time.

“Landon,” she grumbles, fisting my sheets again, and rolls her hips. “You know how.”

“I don’t.”

Her angry stare collides with my aloof one.

Her jaw ticks, but then vehemence gleams in her eyes, and she digs the tips of her heels on my back.

I clench my teeth, biting back a groan, but I don’t stop her. I let her carry on despite the pain it brings, because somewhere in my fucked-up head, it morphs into pleasure and I enjoy it.

I’m liking this too much. I can feel the pre-cum dripping from my tip, seeping through my briefs. It doesn’t stop there. It continues to come and I have to force her to stop, because I’m amateurishly going to come fast.

I grab her hips and squeeze them, digging my fingers into the bone. “If you want more, you’re going to have to beg for it, Julianna. Use your fucking mouth or shut the fuck up.”

Her delicate throat bobs and her chest rapidly rises and falls. I’d feel bad about how rough I’m speaking to her if she didn’t just try to clench her thighs or if I didn’t see how hard her nipples are.

She squares her shoulders and I know that’s her sign that she’s made up her mind. “Can you please spit on me?”

My body thrums with gratification at the softness of her voice. She may sound and look sure, but I know she’s a little embarrassed because she likes this too much.

“Where?” My voice drops an octave.

I hear her swallow.

“My pussy. Can you please spit on my pussy?”

I shove the lace to the side, and with my eyes glued to hers, I spit on it and slap it.

A moan rips out of her mouth and she screws her eyes shut as she jerks forward and drops her head back. “Again, please. I need more.”

“Look at me,” I demand roughly, slapping her again over her clit this time.

I’m so thankful the guys are going to be out for a while, because she cries out louder than before.

She squirms in her spot and her thighs quiver, but I keep them up and apart. “Look at me.”

Julianna pries her eyes open and exhales shakily. “Please.” Her gaze drops to her soaking red cunt and then it lands on her engorged clit. “Let me come.”

My heart thunders and my body hums with want, but an idea goes off in my head.

“Finger yourself.” I move the lace further away and remove her legs from my shoulders. “If you want it, you do it.”

Her face burns red and I swear I see the pulse on her neck race fast. She stares at me for a beat, eyes hooded with lust and heat, and brings one shaky hand to her stomach. All while keeping her eyes on me, she drags it between her thighs, glides it along her slick folds, and inserts two fingers inside.

She licks her lips and thrusts them in and out of her. They become wet and despite how turned on she is, she’s still a little stiff.

“If this becomes too much, tell me to stop, and I will,” I say.

She nods despite the confusion on her face, but understands when she slips her fingers out, and when she goes to insert them back in, I add two of mine.

Julianna sucks in a sharp breath. She doesn’t look nervous but excited, and slowly, I insert them inside of her. She’s so fucking tight, I can feel the tension emanating from her body, but she relaxes when my fingers and hers are completely inside of her.

“You lead and I follow,” I groan, almost salivating at how good she looks with our fingers inside of her.

She tersely nods. “Okay.”

She’s slow at first as we try to find a rhythm, but once we do, goddamn, she rides our fingers like a fucking expert. She rolls and grinds her hips, causing her breasts to bounce. The slick noise of her pussy and our wet knuckles rubbing against each other drives me to pull my cock out.

I spit on my palm and she watches with fascination as I wrap it around my shaft and stroke myself.

“Oh,” she moans, thrusting her fingers fast, and I follow. “I’m so close, Landon, I’m—Ahhh!”

She closes her eyes, throws her head back, and sharp cries expel from her lips. She writhes as she crashes hard and comes.

“That’s it,” I grunt, squeezing my cock and pumping fast, but careful that I don’t make myself come, because if I’m going to, it’ll be inside of her. “I love how easy and needy you are.”

She clenches around our fingers, becoming a soaking mess. It drips down between the crack of her arse and I’m tempted to lick her, but I stop myself.

“Fuck.” I grind my teeth and stop touching myself, because a shot of electricity shoots down my spine. Slowly, it disperses throughout my body, and fierce heat incinerates the nerves.

Her pussy still clenches as our fingers slow in tempo, but that doesn’t stop it from sucking our fingers, not willing to let go.

She breathes harshly, chest glistening with sweat and legs quaking. “Wow,” she croaks. “Wow…” She pants breathlessly and removes her fingers, and I follow suit. “I…” she trails off as she watches me drag my wet fingers into my mouth and suck them clean.

I’ve never loved the taste of pussy as much as I do now. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of hers.

I grab her fingers and she easily lets me guide them in my mouth. I do the same to hers and suck on them a little longer.

“I swear, I love your pussy,” I say after I remove them and see them glisten with my saliva.

God, I love her covered in me. I wonder what she’d look covered and dripping in my cum.

She cracks a shy smile, but it falters when her eyes trail down to my cock. Her eyes go round and the colour red takes on a new meaning, because her face is the deepest shade of it I’ve ever seen.

My dick is leaking pre-cum and drops have spilled onto the floor, but I’m sure that’s not what she’s paying attention to. But rather, the length of it.

“Don’t worry, Love,” I casually supply and stand to my full height. Although nothing about it feels casual, because it’s pointing directly at her. If I wanted to, I could easily place it between her already parted plump lips and fuck her mouth. I’m desperate to find out if she’d gag on it or if she has great reflexes, but that’ll be for another day. “I promise I won’t break you.”

I drop my trousers to my ankles and kick my shoes off along with the rest of my clothes to the side.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s going to ride it.”

I can’t hide my smirk, nor do I care to. And that earns me one of her pretty scowls.

“You’re not going to ride me yet,” I say sardonically at her perplexed expression and sit on my desk chair. I make myself comfortable, leaning back and sprawling my legs out.

A small crease rests between her eyebrows and she sits up.

“Don’t tell me we’re going to—that’s not going to work,” she points, eyeing the chair like she’s trying to figure out how we’re going to mange to fuck on it.

“I’m not fucking you on this chair. It’ll be on my bed, but before you do that”—I tip my head to the side and zero in on one of my pillows—“I want you to use one of the pillows. Whichever one you want. I don’t care, take your pick, but I want you to ride it. I want to see if you’ll be good enough to ride my cock.” And because I’m a dick with occasionally no moral compass, I add, “I want to see if you’re worth it.”

Her nostrils flare, and because Julianna likes to fight and isn’t one to walk away, she narrows her eyes into dangerous slits. I’ve no doubt she’s plotting my death, probably wondering if I’m worth it, because if we’re being real here, there’s no question, she is.

Julianna is the kind of girl guys beg for a speckle of her attention. She’s the kind of girl who could easily, and without trying, have anyone she wants. I would know, her public Instagram account says so. Those daft motherfuckers are always leaving stupid comments under her posts. And it’s not just her Instagram, but outside of it, too. I’m a male athlete, around a lot of other guys. I know what they say about her.

And it’s not just because she’s beautiful; she’s so smart and confident. But because we’re in the moment, and she, like me, thrives on degradation, and the fight, I keep that to myself for now.

“So?” I boredly say and wrap my palm around my shaft. Her eyes track my lazy movements and stay there, staring stupefied. I’ve no shame. I’ll fuck my own hand in front of her until I come if I have to, but I’d rather not. “Make up your mind. I don’t have the patience to wait for you all night.”

She shoots me a challenging stare and an audacious smile spreads across her face. “Okay.”

Julianna bends and goes to take her heels off, but I stop her. “Don’t. Heels on. Now, hurry up.”

The expression on her face screams fuck you , but I ignore it. I’m stuck on how amazing her breasts look and how much I want them in my face.

Spinning, she graces me with a perfect view of her bubble arse and bends over purposely as she grabs a pillow, sets it in the middle and then grabs another. She stacks it on top of the other, climbs my bed, and straddles them.

“If you want to ride my cock, hump the pillow, and do a good job, because I don’t reward half-arsed jobs.” I add more pressure to my throbbing dick. I raise my palm until I’m at the crown and smear the pre-cum all over it.

She flips me off, but I don’t misread the desire in her eyes.

They flutter as she completely sits on it, and then a whimper is coaxed out of her mouth when she rocks her hips. She whimpers again, eyes squeezing shut almost in humiliation because I know she’s enjoying it. I know that it’s barely grazing her clit. I know she wants more, she needs more. She’s so desperate, she raises her hands to her breasts and pinches her pebbled nipples through the lace.

“Faster. Move your hips faster. Grind your cunt into the fucking pillow.” I urge her harshly, and when she does, her eyes glaze over, and her body trembles.

She curses under her breath repeatedly, pulling the taut pink buds as she rocks faster, breasts bouncing as she does.

I stare, transfixed by how well she does, how she pants and moans, plays with herself, and her body glistens with a sheen of sweat. I soak it all in, all of her, until she releases a frustrated grumble and drops her hands.

She leans forward, palms holding her weight on my bed, back bowing, grinding urgently to find her relief.

Deciding I can’t watch anymore because I’m close to coming, I stalk toward her. “You like that, don’t you?” I glance down at the pillowcase and note how soaked it is. “You’re making a mess. Are you going to make a mess like that on my cock?”

Her moans become more frantic and louder, but she doesn’t reply. She’s too focused, trying to reach her climax, but I’m a greedy bastard, so I wrap my palm around her throat and squeeze it.

I lock eyes with her sultry ones and I suck in a breath at how dark the blue is in her irises and how she shakes against me.

“Yes, I like it. Yes, I’ll do whatever you want, but please let me come.” She grabs my forearms, fingernails urgently digging into the skin.

She whines, almost cries when I tug her and pull her off the pillows and throw them on the floor. “That’s right, because you’re a slut who gets off on anything. Right?”

She nods, despite the shame that casts in her eyes, and manages on a ragged whisper, “Yeah, I’m a slut who gets off on anything.”

“Take it all off. I want to see you,” I order as I sit against the headboard and attentively watch as she slips her bra and thong off with shaky hands.

I blow out a harsh breath, shaking my head in admiration as I absorb every inch of her perfect, silky beige skin.

“Come here,” I gruffly say and extend my hand out. She takes it and climbs the bed with her heels on. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips and cunt hovering over the crown of my cock.

Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, we stare at each other. I know what she’s thinking, because I’m thinking it too. I’ve never gone bare, not for anyone, except now for Julianna. And she’s never been with anyone without a condom. We know the consequences, and it should scare us both, because we both saw TJ and Lola deal with said consequences.

I lift a brow, silently asking her what she wants, because I’ll do whatever she asks. I have condoms in my nightstand drawer. I could easily reach for one, but when I search her face, I know what the answer is.

Grabbing her hip with one hand, I grab my length with the other and slowly glide it along her slit. She inhales a sharp breath, eyes ardently trained on us.

“You’re going to take all of me, right.” It’s not a question, but she happily obliges with a nod, and when I finally centre myself at her entrance, she shudders and tenses. “Breathe, Love, it’s not even in you yet.”

I tease her and squeeze her hip, urging her to sink down, and she does. We both gasp involuntarily. She clenches around my crown. I can’t even begin to imagine how good she’ll feel once I’m completely inside of her.

“You’re doing so well. Keep going. I know you can take it all.” I praise her and let go of her hip to reach for her breast and cup it. It’s large, heavy, and round. It overflows on my palm, and when I squeeze it, she goes down another inch.

Still holding her breast, I graze the pad of my thumb against her nipple and guide her closer to me until I’m at her neck. She moves her hair before I ask her.

I nip the skin where her pulse thunders. My mouth latches to her neck and I suck on it while she sinks further down. I bite down, and she digs her fingernails deep on my shoulders, holding me down with a hiss as her walls contract around me.

“Fuck, Julianna,” I rasp against her hot skin and pinch and pull her nipple hard. “You’re so tight.”

Another inch, she sinks down and her eyes flutter, and she blows what has to be the sexiest and most frustrated breath. “I hate you.”

“I don’t and I don’t think I ever will,” I honestly say and that gets her to look at me. Like she’s waiting for something else. I’m not sure what she expects, but I’m not going to take it back.

“Well.” She sucks in a breath, face setting with determination and an undeniable heat. “I’m going to need you to hate me today. I want you to fuck me like you hate me. I need that. I need it really badly, Landon,” she urges, desperation lacing her voice and her gaze.

That seals it for me, because what she wants, she gets.

I grip her chin. “Remember you asked for it.”

Her eyes become molten, matching mine.

The energy between us charges until it becomes too hot and the pressure from years of animosity ruptures. Grabbing her hips, she nods, and then I forcefully make her take all of me.

She gasps loudly, but halfway through, it gets caught. The sound of it echoes in my ear and sends a chill down my spine. She holds on to me firmly, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her breaths are laboured and harsh.

“Fuck…fuck…” she stutters, almost out of breath as her face contorts in pain.

She’s wound up so tight, I let her breathe for a minute, and I also take a moment to think of anything but the thought of coming, because holy shit. She’s hot and clenching around me. And she’s so goddam wet. I swear it makes me dizzy from how good this feels.

“Fuck is right,” I grunt, my jaw flexing as she slowly moves.

My hands slip and I cup her arse to ground her, because I need a moment to bask it in. To bask her in because this is unreal. She’s unreal.

Fuck is right, because nothing will ever be the same.

That sends an odd wave to my chest, but I shake it off.

“You’re doing perfect, Love,” I praise and that softens the expression on her face. “But I know you want it harder, don’t you?”

She bites her lip, nodding.

After a beat, she sits up and briefly, I eye the hickeys on both sides of her neck. She’ll probably be pissed, but it’ll be worth it.

“Good, now lean back for me. I want to see all of you. I want to see the way your soaking wet cunt takes my cock.”

And she does just that, she rests her arms behind her, bracing her palms on my thighs, and I splay my palms on hers.

Slowly, she rocks her hips, pulling my thoughts and gaze to where we’re connected. My dick slides in and out of her, and soft, slick noises take over the room along with her pants.

I grip her thighs, completely transfixed on how she takes all of me. How my dick is drenched in her arousal and how her swollen clit pulses and begs to be touched. I slide my hand to it and she jolts when I pinch it. She whimpers, and when I do it again, she chokes on a sob.

“Like that,” she begs.

I flick it hard and she jumps and her breasts bounce.

“Oh.” She screws her eyes shut and rocks and rolls her hips faster. “Again, please.”

I do it again and her moans turn into cries, and then she convulses against my cock. She writhes against me, her nails digging into my thighs. “Landon, ahhhh! I can’t—I can’t—please—” Her jaw drops as a high-pitched squeal leaves her parted mouth. She comes harder than before and thrashes, urging me to stop, but I do it again and watch her clit swell more.

And because she asked me to fuck her like I hate her, I don’t stop. I flick it once more. Then I grab her hips, bringing her forward, knowing the friction will make her clit graze me and forcefully make her ride me.

“Landon, oh, ohhhh, fuck, it’s…” She gasps, biting down onto my shoulder. “It’s too much. You’re too big…I can’t…I can’t…” she cries breathlessly.

“You fucking will. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be this wet, this willing, this easy for my cock,” I rasp, holding her down despite how her body shakes against me. Her hips buck, back arches, and tits bounce in my face. And the sight of them makes my balls tighten. “So fucking pretty bouncing on my cock like this.” I groan harshly, my breaths strangled and out of control.

I fuck her relentlessly, bucking my hips up and thrusting myself faster inside of her all while I make her do the same. She’s sputtering words I can’t understand and saliva is dripping down her chin and onto my chest.

She releases another cry, but this is different. It’s hardly a cry and it’s cut short when her jaw drops, but no other noise comes out, and when her eyes roll back, a gush of liquid streams down to my balls and wets the sheets.

She trembles against me, hoarse cries breaking past her swollen lips, and she slings her arms around my neck, fingers clawing into my back as she continues to squirt.

Ecstasy is far past what this feels. This is too much, too hot, too all-consuming.

“Jesus fuck, Julianna,” I huskily groan, tipping my head back, and revel in the insane, out of the world sensation, because goddamn, her cunt chokes the fuck out of my cock. The last bit of my restraint crumbles, and I swell inside of her and come hard.

The orgasm knocks the air out of me along with my vision, because everything goes dark, then suddenly all I see is a violent, cataclysmic explosion of colours that erupt and blind me.

I crash so hard, I hold her tight, and wait for whatever is going on to calm down, because I feel so overwhelmed, I can’t think straight.

We stay wrapped up in each other’s arms, spent, sweaty, and floating on the most fierce cloud of our lives. I’m not sure how long we stay like this, but eventually, we pull away from each other. Still, when I look at her, my heart doesn’t stop racing and I’m almost concerned, but when she peers up at me with one of those soft smiles, it slows down to an even pace.

“I-didn’t-I…” Her voice cracks and she stumbles over her words. She meekly looks down at where we’re still joined and wipes the wayward strands of hair that stick to her damp forehead. “I don’t know what just happened, but I didn’t mean to do that. I’m so sorry about your bed. Gosh, this is so embarrassing.”

I angle her chin up, making her look at me. “You squirted. There’s nothing wrong with that. I want you to do it again, and you better believe you will.”

Her eyes bore into mine, and this time, she isn’t searching or studying me because she knows I’m serious.

She blushes and licks her lips. “I need to go use the bathroom and shower.”

“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll clean up.”

“Do you want to join me?” Her eyes turn molten.

I’m sure mine are the same when I answer, “Yeah.”