"Oh god, Oh my god— Right there! Ander!"
"You take my dick so well, baby. I love watching you as you take me in so perfectly."
"Don't stop, please. Don't fucking stop, I'm about to— Yes!"
Her legs are shaking as they spread wide open, almost flat to the bed, as if she's in a split formation while I pound into her. My hands move to her thighs. My fingers dig into her skin as I grasp on tight for support. My thrusts are now erratic as my orgasm peaks, and I lose all control.
"Come with me, please. Let me feel you!" She screams out.
With that, we fall apart together.
After spending the day tangled inside each other, literally and figuratively speaking, we finally returned to her home in Sugarland.
I know that being back on the island had to be a lot for her to take in, but she did so gracefully once the initial shock wore off.
The drive back up to town was peaceful. After a while of driving and the comfortable silence filling the cabin, I felt her soft hand slide gently down my free arm nearest her that was resting on the console until our fingers intertwined. We didn't talk much; she blasted some music she sang along to, entirely out of tune. Via had her window rolled down, her feet crossed at her ankles and propped up on the dash, and the wind danced through her hair, as she'd laugh every time a big gust blew her hair until it filled her face. She lookedfree,justlike she used to. It was beautiful.
She doesn't think I see her for who she isnow, but I see it all too clearly.I see her. She isn't as hard to figure out or read as she thinks. Her smiles don't come as easily, her words don't spew as freely, and her walls are built firmly.That sure as hell won't stop me from trying to break them down. She's guarded herself; life hasn't been easy, and damn, it made her tougher. She's still herself, whether she sees it or not. Watching her the way she was in my truck on the way home was proof of that.
"Do you want to come in for a bit before you take off?" She peers up at me with those piercing eyes of hers.
I pull her in, kissing her forehead before I shake my head.
"I won't stay. You need to get some rest. But I will walk you inside."
I hop out of my truck, walk over to her door, and open it for her as I help her step out. Her soft, forced smile says everything that she isn't. She looks slightly disappointed, but she knows I'm right. She works the night shift and needs rest to return to her job routine.
As Via unlocks the front door, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into me, eliciting a giggle from her.
She looks back over at me as she walks in.
"Are you sure I can't convince you to stay for a little while?" she arches an eyebrow at me and pulls her shirt over her head,revealing her bare breasts to me. Not giving it another thought, I kick the front door shut behind me, and she giggles playfully as she darts off, running from me, pulling her pants down as she goes.
"Oh baby, you better fucking run fast. Once I catch you, I'm going to punish that sweet ass for teasing me."
She darts left, passing through the living area where her pants lay on the ground. Her laughter grows as she picks up speed, heading for the back of the house.
Following behind her, hot on her heels, we turn right, making our way through the kitchen, when I'm stopped dead in my tracks.
Anger immediately courses through me. I clench my hands into fists at my side and try to tame the beast of jealousy inside me. I'm reminding myself that Izzy lives here, too, and these could very well be for her.
"Hey V, what's with the flowers?"
Her laughter stops in the distance, and she comes marching back into the kitchen with a confused look on her beautiful face.
"What?"
I point to the black vase filled with a dozen roses, black on the edges and deep red in the center. They look entirely out of place and kind of creepy.
"Ugh! Not again! I'm so sick of this shit!" She reaches for the vase, pulls a note card out, and then throws it to the counter in frustration. She lets out a low huff, tossing the entire vase of flowers in the trash. They crash in with a thud.
"You're seeing someone else?" I ask, confused. My voice is low, and the anger I feel is evident with each word. My blood boils as I speak.
Via scoffs, "Absolutely not. This guy from work, Clark, he won't take a damn hint."
She picked up the note and handed it to me. It reads,'I'm waiting.'
What the fuck.
