Page 146 of Securing the Pucking Rebound
Just the thought has me leaking in my boxers.
Fuck. This girl. This fucking girl.
Her grip on my hair tightens to the point I think she’s going to rip some out, but I embrace it. I’ve been dreaming of it for fifteen years, after all.
“Come for me, Sienna,” I command before circling her clit with my tongue and curling my fingers inside her to find that spot that’ll have her crashing into oblivion.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, and the second I latch onto her clit again, she lets go, crying out my name.
I work her through every second of it, gently licking at her and fucking her with my fingers until she relaxes, her eyes opening and finding mine.
“Hey,” she says sleepily.
Pulling my fingers from her, I sit up and make a show of cleaning them.
“Hi, darlin’. You enjoy that?”
She nods as if she’s incapable of using any other words.
Unable to stay on the floor any longer, I ease to my feet. I’m pretty sure I’ve got all the elegance of a baby giraffe, but Sienna is too blissed out to notice.
“You think your legs are going to work?” I ask, standing over her and holding my hand out. If things were different, I’d pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
Soon, I tell myself. As much as my recovery feels like it’s taken forever already, I know I’m making progress; I can feel it.
“No,” Sienna says, making me chuckle. “And I’m not even mad about it.”
“That’s a relief, because we’re going to be doing that again soon.”
A look of panic washes over her face. “Oh no, I don’t think I could go again.”
I can’t help but laugh at her. “I didn’t mean tonight. But just so you know, you could totally take more.”
Her panic quickly morphs into amusement.
“Oh, you think so, do you?”
“No, I don’t think, darlin’. I know so. Do you know what else I know?” She shakes her head. “You’d be begging for it as well.”
She opens her mouth to argue but must decide it’s pointless.
“I need to clean up,” she says finally.
“Be my guest. I’ll find something to watch and be waiting for you.”
“You don’t have to. If you’ve got something better to do, then …”
“Something better than hanging out with you? Puh-lease.”
She grabs my hoodie from where she abandoned it on the floor and holds it to her chest.
“Calvin,” she says quietly, her eyes dropping to the floor. “Don’t even try to pretend that you didn’t have a life before I moved in down here.”
“That might have been true before my injury, but in recent weeks, my life has pretty much been reduced to hiding in my apartment and drowning in my own misery.”
Her attention jumps back to my face, and I hate the deep frown that mars her forehead.
“B-but—”
