I smile, highly aware of that detail. “I know. You were wearing my jersey before you took it off.” I’m drunk off kissing her that I’m not thinking rationally, blinded by Mirabelle and the way she makes my heart race in my chest. “Do you trust me,mon cœur?” I repeat, desperate to taste her on my tongue.
Mirabelle’s gaze is unwavering, despite the flush to her cheeks as she pushes herself up and onto the edge of the pool, exposing her beautiful curves to me. “Don’t look at me like that,” she says, a nervous laugh escaping from her mouth.
“Look at you like what?” I ask, resting my hand on her knee, rubbing my thumb back and forth reassuringly. There’s a small indent and I press a kiss to the scar, causing her to smile.
“You know exactly what you’re looking at me like.”
I nudge her legs apart easily, stepping between them, causing Mirabelle to inhale a sharp breath. Kissing the insides of her thighs, I work my way up slowly, listening in case she asks me to stop.
I glance up at Mirabelle before I reach the point of no return, because once I get a taste of her, I’m not stopping until she comes on my face, crossing those bonus points off on her list. “Is this okay?” I ask, watching as she nods her head, biting her lip in anticipation. “I need to hear you say it, Mira.”
“Yes, please.”
My next move has Mirabelle twisting her hands in my hair, gasping in that way that tells me exactly how much she likes it when I drag my tongue up her core. I listen for the sounds she makes as I suck and lick greedily, discerning what Mirabelle likes and what she doesn’t based on the way her legs start to shake and how tightly she grips my hair. I fucking love eating pussy, and the sounds she’s making are as addicting as she tastes.
“Yes, fuck,Henry,” she chants as I suck her bundle of nerves, holding my head closely as she moans.
I can tell Mirabelle’s close based on the way she’s starting to twist underneath me, her breathing labored. “Please,more,” she says, and I hold her in place, gripping her shaking thighs tightly while I flick my tongue quickly over her clit as she cries out incoherently.
I continue eating Mirabelle out through her orgasm, feeling awfully pleased with myself when she shrieks, removing her hands from my head. “Oh my god!”
I lift my head up, licking my lips to look at my girl in confusion to see her hands are covering her chest, her eyes wide in horror.What the hell is she looking at like that?I turn and my heart fucking stops in my chest as she slides into the pool, going under the water before I can react. It’s Wilson and her parents standing in the open French doors.Oh fuck.I forgot Mirabelle’s parents were coming over, and I’m pretty sure they just saw me give their daughter an orgasm.
Wilson coughs to keep from laughing, quickly redirecting her horrified parents into the house.
I’m dead. They’re actually going to murder me.
Mirabelle’s head pokes up from the water, hiding behind me. “What are they doing here?” she whispers frantically, her face flushed.
“I, uh . . .um. . . talked to them earlier? Bash said they were in town this afternoon to meet with the builders and they want to take us to dinner after,” I say, and she shoves my chest.
“You knew my parents were coming, and you didn’t tell me? What the fuck, Henry?”
I splash water on my face. “I know, I’m sorry. I sent you a text, but I forgot all about it when I saw you in my jersey, and then my brain was obviously elsewhere.”
“You never sent me a text. Holy shit, I can’t go in there,” Mirabelle says, shaking her head. “Henry, they saw you . . . you know!”
“Mira, we have to.”
Her face twists into a glare. “No.Youhave to. Go get some towels.”
“But I’m naked too,” I protest, and the look she gives me is kinda scary. “I’ll get some towels,” I offer.
“Good idea.”
Oh, I am such a dead man.
Whether it’s by the hand of Sebastian, Thalia, or their daughter, I don’t think I’m making it through this night unscathed.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Mirabelle
I SHOULD BE celebrating I was able to have an orgasm during oral sex, but instead, I’m contemplating the best way to kill Henry fucking Price. I could strangle him, or maybe slowly poison him. Wait—I know. I’ll drown him in the fucking pool.
I cannot believe he didn’t tell me my parents were coming. I checked my phone, and I didn’t have any texts from Henry about my parents. After Henry checked his, he realized he typed the message, but never sent it. I run a brush through my freshly blow-dried hair as I fix the collar of my turtleneck. There’s a knock on the door, and Henry steps in with an anxious expression on his face. “Can you please come downstairs? It’s really awkward with your parents.”
I give him an unamused look, not feeling bad in the slightest. “At least they didn’t seeyouhaving an orgasm. You should have thought about that before you didn’t tell me they were coming. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
