Page 147 of Reluctantly You
Why did I ever think I could do it without him?
“I missed you too,” he groans as he pushes me back against the van, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his fingers tangling in my hair. I grunt and groan, desperately feral, my movements growing more frantic with each thrust.
Oh fuck, how did he find me? How the fuck did he? I never told him where I was.
“How?” I whisper.
“I know a guy,” he says as his lips trail down my neck, biting at the overly sensitive skin. “Well, Emmy knows someone,” he clarifies, but I don’t fucking care, just arch up into him, my cock hard and insistent. It needs to come.
It’s been so long.
“Shit, I told myself to be cool,” he growls as I start to whimper. “But the moment I saw you…”
I gasp when his thigh moves between my legs and grinds against my neglected cock. Oh shit, I’m going to come if he keeps doing that. I’m going to come.
My body shakes, my head falling back against the warm metal of the van as he sucks on my Adam’s apple, his teeth digging into my skin. My orgasm is almost painful as I jolt, filling up my boxers with my release. Gideon’s movements only lighten when I sag against him, my breathing heavy and labored.
“Shit,” he murmurs as he kisses me softly. “Shit, you’re always so good.”
I moan and kiss him back, my fingers still clutching on to him, scared that if I let go, he’ll leave.
I left him. I chose to go.
And yet, it doesn’t matter.
We were apart. Despite how it happened or who chose to do what. We were broken, scattered, but now we can start to put ourselves back together.
“We should get you cleaned up,” he whispers, his fingers massaging my scalp. “You made such a mess, baby.”
I nod and pull him closer, loving the term of endearment. Baby. I feel like one at the moment. Needing to be cared for.
“There’re showers over there,” I manage to murmur and he nods, not even looking where I glanced. No, his eyes are only on me, staring, watching me so intently I almost feel stripped bare.
Strip me bare. Just see the entirety of me.
“I don’t want you out of my sight,” he murmurs, and I let my chin dip to my chest.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I admit.
His fingers flex against my scalp, almost holding me steady before he steps back, running a hand across his stubbled jaw. Shit, he looks good.
My cock rallies, trying to grow hard again, my hole clenching around nothing.
I need him. I need his strength, his reassurance, his calmness.
I need him to be by my side moving forward, to stand by me when I meet the man who’s my dad.
I didn’t know it until we were apart and then I felt it palpably. I felt the absence of him.
“Come on,” he says as he opens the van door and Pants darts out.
“Hey, Little Pants,” he coos and picks her up, pressing a kiss to her orange head. She’s growing so much bigger, not as little as she once was. Why is time moving so fast? I just want it to slow down a bit.
“Grab your stuff,” he tells me as he sets Pants back in the van. I do as he says, following him to the small building that houses the showers.
We walk inside, skirting the eyes of the janitor who’s just finished cleaning, and make our way into a singular stall. He locks it behind him and we face one another.
A clash of eyes, of need.