Page 227 of Just for the Plot

“Well, she asked if I knew about this secret girl you were dating, because apparently you accidentally sent her a text that I’m assuming was meant for me.”

“Fuck,” I say. I’d forgotten that my sister is nosey as shit and probably would have asked Bower about it. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it, because it wasn’t anything where she’d suspect it was you I was texting. And I didn’t want to cause more stress, but I should have known she would ask you about it.”

“I know. She read it to me, but she was asking me a bunch of questions, and well, she said that it seemed like whoever you were texting, it seemed like you were in love with them.”

Oh.

Fuck.

Her eyes connect with mine. “And she asked if I thought that was true. I, uh, I really didn’t answer her.”

“But it freaked you out,” I say, knowing that the girlfriend thing nearly split us in two, but this…this could end us. I can feel it.

“It did,” she answers honestly. “On many levels.” Her eyes meet mine again. “I don’t want to hurt you, disappoint you, or make you feel any less than you are.”

“You don’t,” I say.

She nods. “I do. I know I do, or else you wouldn’t be here, at my work. And then there’s your sister. Every time I feel better about these feelings for you, she reminds me why Ishouldn’t. So then I pull away, because that feels like the most logical thing in my head. But…” Her hand connects with mycheek, her thumb playing with my scruff. “Then you come to see me, and I can’t…I can’t pull away, Bennett. Everything about you makes me feel better. You make me feel desired, needed, comforted. My life is so much better with you in it, in the capacity where I can call you my boyfriend.”

My chest expands from that title, one that I will fucking hold on to.

“But I’m in turmoil all the time—”

“Don’t you think that if we could face these feelings together and they continue to grow, that when we’re ready and we do tell Gabby, she can’t really be mad at us, because it’s not like we’re just fucking…right?”

“Maybe,” she says, dragging her hand down my chest. “But I’m not ready.”

“I know. And you know that I promised on your terms. When you’re ready. There is no pressure on my end. I just want to make sure we’re headed in the right direction, you and me. That there is nothing between us. That you’re not holding back on sharing anything with me.” I cup her cheek. “Because, babe, I’m in this for the long haul. You know that.”

She nods. “I do.” Her fingers play with the waistband of my jeans again. “I know how much of a long haul you’ve already gone through.” Her fingers slip under my shirt and then right to the button of my jeans, where she undoes them.

“Babe,” I say, my breath catching in my chest as she slides off my lap and between my legs. “Bower, what are you—”

She unzips my jeans and then tugs on them, pulling them down just enough to release me from my boxer briefs.

“Bower, baby.”

Her tongue circles over my cock, swirling a few times to get me hard as a goddamn stone before her mouth descends over my shaft, taking me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck.” I lean my head back, knowing this is not the fucking place for this, but to hell if I can stop her. Her mouth is sinful, and the moment it touches me, I have no control.

My hand falls to her cheek, where I cup it gently as I stare down at her, my heart beating a mile a fucking minute as she sucks hard, working all the way down to the root of my cock and then back up, not gagging once, just taking me all the way in. It’s never been like this with anyone else. No one has loved on me, pleasured me, turned me on like her, and that’s how I know my feelings for her are not just infatuation, but something so much more intense than that.

“Fuck, beautiful, you’re so good,” I say as she cups my balls and starts massaging them in her hand. “Yes, Jesus, babe.”

Her head bobs up and down, her hand working along the seam of my sack, the pressure she’s applying along with the light scrape of her teeth, it has me so goddamn close…

“Right there, babe. Right fucking there, so close…”

She pulls me in a few more times, swirling her tongue, playing with the head. My body tenses, my legs starting to grow numb as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine.

“That’s it, about to…fucking…come,” I say, my chest expanding with breath, my hand tensing in her hair.

Fuck…so close.

So goddamn close…

“Christ.” I tense and then she’s pulling her mouth off, her hand replacing it as she pushes my shirt up, exposing my stomach and chest. Her lips trail up my skin to my neck as she pumps hard on my shaft. Her tight grip getting me there, right fucking there.