“Sorry,”I grumbled, taking Sandy from Greyson’s arms and smoothing my hand over hisback. “Hopefully something gets in the way of this shit.”
Orsomeone.
***
Sighinglanguorously, Tabby dug her fingers into my chest, rocking her hips and pullingme in. The red tendrils of her hair hung over her breasts to her bellybutton, reachingfor my stomach like auburn fingers. Little glints of sparkle caught the lightwith every back and forth motion, every controlled caress of her groin againstmine.
Fuck,I didn’t even need to come, I realized, in a trance as she tipped her headback. This was just fine, watching her use me as she wanted, the tickles of hairdancing over my thighs. This was more than fine.
“God,Sebastian,” she moaned, her voice lazy and sated, while piercing my skin withher nude-colored fingernails. “I’ve missed thisso much.”
Myhands circled her hips, taking back the control in her speed. “Oh, yeah?”
Mypalms engulfed her waist, a belt of fingers and ink. She was so small, sodelicate, so fragile, and right now, she was mine.
Mine.
Hearthat, Roman?
“Mm-hmm,”she brought her eyes back to mine and nodded, licking her pouty lips as shebent down to swipe her tongue over mine. “I thought about you every single night.”
“Mm,”I groaned. “What did you think about?”
“This.Fucking you, and your mouth,” she whispered against my lips. “I’d get off,thinking about your tongue.”
Igrowled, capturing her mouth and sweeping inside to collect her taste on thetip of my tongue, to swallow it until it became a part of me. This was all Ineeded, I decided. Just to be inside her, to curl around her body and cocoon inthe nest created by us. This was good, this wasgreat, and whatever itwas, I wasn’t ready to give it up. Not now, not yet, but I felt a darknesslooming above the bed. The crocodile smile began to penetrate the veil ofpassion laying over me, and before I could meet release with release, I lostit.
“What’swrong?” Tabby asked, raising her forehead from mine, searching my eyes. “Areyou okay?”
Iswallowed. “Yeah, maybe I just need to, uh …”
Wechanged position and I squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to fight it, to focus, tochase away the dread and the worry. But it wasn’t happening. I bent over her,pressing my lips and forehead to her back.
“Sebastian?”She was concerned, looking over her shoulder.
“I’mokay,” I assured her, kissing her again. “I think I’m just tired.”
Icollapsed beside her, half-expecting to see his face hovering over the bed.This feeling was terrible, sickening in every definition of the word, and I bitat my lips out of frustration.
Tabbysat back on her heels, gripping me in her warm, soft hand. “I could do this, ifit would help …”
Isighed, touched by her determination to please me and angry that I knew therewas no hope of getting there, and I shook my head. “Really, I’m okay.”
“Areyou sure?” She was stroking me gently, without any plan of arousal but tosoothe.
Inodded. “Yeah.”
“Areyou reallythattired?” She was skeptical. She knew me better than that.
So,I shook my head. “I have some shit on my mind.”
Sittingdown with her legs crossed, her and all of her naked confidence, she shrugged.“Okay, so talk to me.”
Isnorted. “Well, okay, for starters, I don’t like Roman.”
Abruptlypulling her hand from my dick, she demanded, “Why would you bring him up rightnow?”
“BecauseI don’t like him. He rubs me the wrong way.” I folded my arms behind my head.
