Page 114 of Break Me Not

“Good.”

I rubbed myself harder, trying to race after my orgasm. After more than six months of being with her, sex and coming were second nature. I was in tune with my body and hers in a way I didn't think possible.

And I loved every minute of it.

“Tongue out.”

The gush of wetness came before my orgasm. She greedily caught as much as she could in her mouth.

“You taste so good! Fuck…”

When she came, my hand was there, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at me. My wetness all over her face. Her mouth open and groaning, eyes wide like she was seeing the sun for the first time. Seeing her like this was everything.

“You're so beautiful, baby girl,” I whispered and ran my hand down her face. “Now, let's see if we can get some cuddle time in before people start to show up?”

“Please.”

“Happily.”

I couldn't have asked for anything better.

Our new house was full of the people we loved. Claire. Everyone we knew from the club. My friend Andy. Emerson and her partner Pearl, both of them looking safe and content after Emerson’s stint in the hospital. And then some girl named Mia that Jax insisted she didn't invite but still somehow showed up anyway.

Some people had brought gifts, so our counters were overflowing with plants and expensive new machines we would definitely use. But my favorite part of the night was hearing everyone talk about how beautifully we had made the place.

Claire leaned into me as we looked out over the balcony.

“I love you, Claire Bear. Thanks for coming.”

She squeezed my hand in hers. “I'm happy you're happy. But it's still a little weird for me.”

“I know. Thank you anyway.”

Understandably, Claire didn't want to spend lots of time with us together. She would occasionally meet both of us, but we still did our separate things, which meant that I kept my weekly meals with her, and Jax met her at least once every other week for whatever they wanted to do together.

I never really knew what that was, and I didn’t bother asking. It was important for both of us to keep our relationships alive.

“I like your hair, by the way.”

I took a few strands in my hand. She had dyed her ends blue and purple—surprising, given that she had never dyed it in any non-natural colors before. But it looked really good with the blonde.

It was dark outside, so I couldn't be sure, but I could swear I saw a blush on her face.

“I've been officially assigned to the rock stars,” she said with a sigh. “And I guess everyone—including them—thought that I needed to blend in a little bit.”

“Do you like it?”

“The hair? Yeah, I guess it's cool. Them? Debatable. Annoying and way too full of themselves.”

I couldn't help but laugh. Because even though it sounded like she was complaining, I could tell there was a lighter tone to her words.

“Well, I'm glad you have something to look forward to.”

I turned just in time to see a very familiar face coming through the door. Someone I hadn't seen in years.

“Stefan?” He caught my gaze and waved at me. “I'll be right back,” I told Claire.

Jax caught my eye, and as I went up to Stefan, she worked herself through the crowd so we could both meet him.