Page 44 of Daring Destiny
His words hang in the air. We’re definitely not a typical couple. We were classmates. Then business partners and friends. One night we fucked on my houseboat and I refused to allow us to put labels on things.
Yet, for the past several months on our regular video chats, whether we’re discussing Reuniverse or just checking in, we always end up masturbating together. Neither of us are dating any other people.
We’ve never defined whatthisis but he’s got a point. Brennan and I haveevolved.
When he invited me here for the week, it was a given we’d have sex. I wasn’t sure if we’d continue dancing around defining our relationship. Our discussions always skirt the edges. Maybe now’s the time to have the talk.
“Well,” I take his hand, “we’re the epitome of slow burn. Maybe too slow. I have feelings for you and I want us to take the next step.”
Brennan’s thumb brushes over my knuckles. “Me too.”
“So, we’re together? Officially?” I whisper, blinking up at him.
“Did you think otherwise?” He furrows his brow, confused. “I’ll never want anyone but you.”
I’m so relieved. “Same.”
That was easy. We’re a couple.
After lunch, we walk back to the car. The second he takes his place beside me, I can’t help but kiss him because I’m so fucking smitten. Happy. As we drive out of town, Brennan’s hand finds mine and he pulls it to his thigh, creating a simple, quiet connection. His gestures say more than words ever could.
I’mhis.
I watch him as he drives. The way his jaw tightens slightly when he’s deep in thought. The way his fingers drum against the steering wheel like they’re tapping out a code only he knows. He has so many layers, some which he’s yet to reveal.
As if reading my mind, he squeezes my hand. His eyes meet mine with a soft, steady gaze and I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. “You make me better.”
Brennan parks the car at Coachella Valley Vista Point as the sun dips low, casting the entire area in hues of orange, purple, and pink. The desert below stretches out in a breathtaking expanse, with shadows creeping along the mountains, painting the landscape in gold.
We get out of the car and he wraps his arms around me from behind, watching the last rays of sunlight spill across the valley. Everything feels still—timeless, even—like the world has paused for us.
“I want to make you happy.” He rests his chin on my shoulder and tightens his hold. “You deserve it, A.”
I lean back against him. “I’ve never felt this happy. Really.”
“I’m not great boyfriend material. I worry you’re gonna get sick of my shit, at some point. When we were friends, it felt safe. But now?” He sucks in a huge breath.
“We have something to lose.” I turn in his arms and grip his face.
“Yeah.” He nods. “I don’t want you to go back to Seattle.”
We stare into each other’s eyes, searching. Waiting.
“I’m in love with you,” we say in unison.
At this point, the sightseers have all left and he and I are the only two people up here. It’s nearly pitch black, but we’re in love. Grinning like fools.
“I need to get your sexy ass back to the hotel so we can spend the next forty-eight hours naked.” He scoops me up and turns toward the car.
Giggling, I press my face into his neck, clinging to him. “Why wait?”
Brennan sets my on the hood of the car, which is still blessedly warm, and stands between my legs. He lifts my skirt up to my waist and stares down at my thighs, which I spread to show him a little secret.
“You’re not wearing underwear.” He sucks in a breath
I shake my head and lift the hem of his T-shirt. Groaning, he leans into me as my hands travel over his torso and back up to his face. Suddenly, Brennan squats before me and I lean back on my elbows to watch him lower his mouth to my pussy.
God, how does he do it? I’m gushing and he’s barely swiped his tongue through my lower lips, teasing me. I plunge one hand into his hair and urge him to lick harder. Suck harder.