In a move that proves his ab muscles are way more toned than mine will ever be, JT sits up and leans forward, cradling my back with his front. He’s still deep inside me. If anything, this angle brings even more sensation.
My inner walls squeeze tightly around him. It’s like my body doesn’t want to let him go any more than my heart does.
“Keep going, Maggie,” he says, his lips at my ear. “Keep riding my dick. Keep taking me so fucking good.Keep…fucking…damn.”
He’s pistoning up into me now, the hard planes of his pelvis smacking my ass. His fingers find my clit and rub quick tight circles over the bundle of nerves. It should be too sensitive, but I crave his touch everywhere.
“You gonna come for me Maggie? One more time? Spill all over my cock? Soak these damn sheets?”
“Yes,” I pant, feeling the familiar flutters of my orgasm.
Pressing a kiss to the soft skin just below my ear, he whispers words that break my heart just as much as thy turn me on. “Say my name when you come, Maggie. Say my fucking name when I send you over. Because you’re fucking mine,” he says, his voice thin and strained. “I don’t care who knows it, Maggie, no one in the world but us, or every fucking soul on earth, because none of that changes the fact thatyou are mine.”
I’m spinning again, tilting into ecstasy, his name on my lips as I surrender to the waves that consume my body. JT moans as he pulls my quivering body close to his and spills into the condom.
I swear I nearly black out from the pleasure. My head gets dizzy, and my body feels far away.
“Hey, hey. Maggie. You with me?” Worry is threadedthrough JT’s words as he lays me down on the bed before wrapping his arms around me.
Smiling, I look up at him. “I feel like I’m drunk,” I say, because it’s true. My head is fuzzy, but I’m not mad about it.
“Yeah? Well, come here and let me hold you. I thought you were gonna faint for a second there.”
I did, too, but I keep that to myself as I lay my head on his chest. He rests his chin on the top of my head and I’m guessing he feels the same sense of contentment that I do right now.
“Want to sleep for a bit?” he asks, pulling the covers up. “I probably won’t drift off, but I’ll set my watch just in case.”
I should say no and go to Viv’s. Jules is home for the week and I’m making a point of letting my uncle and his wife have some time together. I know the distance has been hard on both of them. But this bed is soft and warm, and my eyes are so heavy. “Yeah, maybe just for an hour,” I agree, drowsiness taking over.
“Sure thing, Sleeping Beauty.”
“That must be your other girlfriend,” I sass. “I’m Cinderella.” I look up at JT, expecting him to laugh, but his face is stoic, his brow furrowed.
“You have to know there’s no one else. There never has been, Maggie. I’m pretty sure there never fucking will be.”
His words are weighted, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to carry them. This is the conversation we’ve been dancing around for weeks. The giant pink elephant he keeps pointing to and I keep ignoring.
I’m exhausted and sex-drunk. Now is not the time for this conversation.
But I don’t see a way out of it.
JT shifts me onto my back and rolls toward me, resting his weight on his right arm. “Maggie,” he starts, his voice full of kindness and worry and exhaustion and hope and fear.
Before he can say another word, though, a shrill noise pierces the air. We both lie still as it sounds again.
JT shakes his head as he rolls off the bed. “What the hell is he doing down there?”
The noise sounds again.
“That’s a smoke detector,” I say, just as water begins to rain down on us. I look up to see tiny sprinklers dotting the ceilings. Good Lord. The stairs are falling apart, but at least the fire safety is this place is top notch, I guess.
“Fuck! Fuck. Norris!” Mickey’s panicked voice carries upstairs. “You up there? We gotta get out of here. There’s a fire in the living room!”
In a matter of seconds, I’m whisked off the bed and into my clothes. JT’s only wearing his sweats and slides, but he grabs my bag and slings it over his shoulder as he reaches for my hand. “Let’s go,” he says, panicked.
I’m as rattled as he is as we fly down the steps. The front door is open, so we dash through it. JT’s calling for Mickey and I turn back in time to see smoke sputtering out of the house as two more people rush outside.
This is bad. Really bad. This is not like the time Viv left ramen on the stove and her house smelled for two days. There’s an actual fire in the house we were just occupying. JT’s got his phone to his ear as he frantically looks around for Mickey. It takes me a second to spot the tall, lanky hockey player. He’s slumped against the mailbox, his head in his hands.
