Page 24 of Samhain
Fuck. Yeah.
I licked her, sucking at her clit and flicking my tongue over her the way I thought she liked. Taking my cues from her reactions, I worked her into a frenzy, right there in her uncle’s expensive car.
It made me think of Midsummer, of being in the woods with her and them, the sticky sweet scent of sex on my tongue, the moans of other people’s ecstasy surrounding me, the dizzying thrum of a buzz behind my eyes. My cock throbbed, and I adjusted it through my pants while I lapped at Miri, relishing in her groans.
I sucked her clit, twirling it around between my lips before pushing a finger inside her. She liked it slow like this, soft and delicate. When I played with Ivy, she wanted it rough nearly as often as she wanted it sweet, but Miri wasn’t like that. She used sex to be intimate, which surprised me since she’d been with Lex for so long. He didn’t strike me as the soft and sweet type of guy.
One finger became two, and I delighted in her moans, her desperate pleas for me to go faster, harder, deeper.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Romeo. Please.”
I could tell she was close, so I kept at it, increasing pressure when her cries became more desperate. When she came, she dug her nails into my scalp and nearly crushed my head with her thighs. I held them open as best I could with my shoulders, but she squirmed away from me, gasping for air.
I grinned at her, licking my lips to swallow down her taste. She gave me a lazy sigh and ran the back of her fingers over the side of my cheek. Sadness flicked behind her gaze, indicating the want of them and how almost perfect this felt.
“I wish they were here,” she murmured.
I pushed up to kiss her, confirming I felt the same. My heart raced and my cock throbbed, but the hole they once filled sat like a heavy weight between us. We needed this to remind us of how great it used to be, how much we were missing.
It started slow and sweet, a caress, but she soon grew hungry and shoved her tongue in my mouth, greedily devouring the taste of her sex on my lips. Then she tugged me into the car by the back of the neck, laying down so I had to climb on top of her.
I sank one hand into the cushion next to her ribs, grabbing the door over her head with the other, my palm folding over the crease of the rolled-down window. She twisted her fingers in my jeans button, yanking the zipper down so she could get my cock out.
Miri gave it a few quick pumps, but I was already rock solid for her. She positioned me at her entrance and looked up, big eyes pleading, begging, me to take her, to make it stop hurting.
“Promise me one thing,” she said, her warmth such a tempting embrace only millimeters away.
“Anything, Juliet,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. Her forehead. Her temple. Her hair. “Anything.”
“You and me, we’re a team. Always.” She stared up at me, wild vulnerability lacing her big doe eyes. “Whatever it is. Whatever comes for us. They have each other. All we have is us.”
I nodded, wincing against the pain at the thought of Ivy. Once upon a time, all I had was her. Now I didn’t even know when I’d see her again. I ignored that, and it was my turn to shake as I slid all the way home.
God, she was so warm and tight. Like Ivy, but so different in so many ways. Not better, not worse, just different.
“This isn’t going to last forever. You know that,” she said, drawing my attention back to her. “This is just until we’re not broken anymore, all right? Until it doesn’t hurt.”
“I know,” I murmured. “I know.”
With one hand behind my neck and her forehead on mine, I pulled out only to surge back home again, sighing into her mouth, swallowing down her moans. God, it felt so good, too good. I could have stayed in that garage with her forever, if only so I’d never have to know pain again.
“Look at me, Romeo,” she said, her hands coming to my cheeks. She tilted my face to hers, and the tension in my body softened. We might not have been the ones we would have chosen, but we were all each other had left. My heart had been broken, and Miri was the only one willing to sit in the wreckage with me.
In each other, we had found some semblance of peace. I wanted to wrap myself in the vitality of what we created and never let it go, which made it worse. This wasn’t supposed to feel good. None of it. I was supposed to be with Ivy; she was supposed to be with Lex. We were supposed to be a four; I had the scars on my hand to prove it.
The more I thought about it, the more I noticed it. While the physical euphoria was enough to distract me, to have me pumping into Miri like my life depended on it, the incomplete emotional connection hummed just under my skin. I loved my Juliet, I did, and she loved me. But something was missing…two somethings.
She came with her eyes locked on me, and when I emptied myself inside her, I was surprised by how close to ecstasy I’d actually risen. I never thought I’d feel that again. I never thought I could have it with anyone but them.
Everything after that was a blur of fucking Miri and working my ass off.
My agent had gotten me a gig at LA Fashion Week, which was almost unheard of for a newbie. But it launched my career. From there, I had shoots every other day. Whenever I wasn’t working, Miri and I were fucking. It was like sipping from a chalice where the alcohol content was just below my tolerance level. We sated each other. We got each other by.
It seemed like she felt it, too. It was in her gaze, in her soft expression during the comedown. After we’d both climaxed and we lay next to each other with our hearts pounding in time, inhaling each other’s pants, her eyes softened and a glaze shuddered over them like she’d blocked out any thought of our spouses because of how much it pained her to think about it.
We made each other feel good. We took care of one another. But she longed for them, the same as me, and neither of us could be what the other had lost.
Despite this, I fell in love with her easily and more deeply than I had before. She was fun and spontaneous. She had a twisted sense of humor that made me damn near piss myself laughing. I understood why Lex and Ivy had cared so deeply for her, why Ivy had spent four years pining for her. Up until now, she’d been my friend, my cast mate, my ideal stage partner. She’d turned into a soul mate, someone in whom I placed delicate care of a piece of my heart. We understood each other’s pain in a way no one else ever could, and that brought us closer together.
