“You covered in red and blue paint?” I picture it, her body dripping with color and nothing else.
Laughter leaves her again and she shakes her head, a softness falling over her.
Eager for more, I quickly turn to August, and my muscles grow weak. I don’t remember moving backward, but suddenly, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at a photo of her and me, the one my mom’s nurse took of us back in November.
But the photo, it’s not the one I saw. It’s not the one where we’re smiling for the camera, the one my mother had up in her room for her to see, for us to see. It’s the moments before.
When I was overcome with Ari’s understanding as she led us to the fountain rather than timestamping sorrow to the memory of fall pumpkins and hay bales.
I’d sat down, lowered her into my lap, angled her so she was sideways, her shoulder pressed into my chest, and called her eyes to mine. The shot was taken right then, when she looked to me, and I see it there, what I had hoped for then, but couldn’t dare claim, just in case.
Her love for me.
It’s so obvious.
My Juliet.
“Where… where did you get this?” My voice is a raspy whisper.
She comes to me, steps between my legs and lifts my head, her hands gliding into my hair.
“Your mom… she left it for me.”
My lungs squeeze, and I grip her, gently dropping the calendar to the floor on the other side of the bed.
“There’s more—” she begins, but I’ve pulled her down, taking her lips as my own.
Because they are.
Every fucking part of her, is mine.
I kiss her savagely, my tongue tangling with hers, and then I’m sucking hers, biting at her lips, chin, neck. “More will have to wait. I need inside you. Now, now. Right now.”
“Then why are your sweats still on?”
I groan, tossing her on the bed, kicking my joggers off in one motion, and then I’m settled over her, between her thighs and that hint of wild clashes in her brown eyes.
My hand slips under the dress, my palms clamping around her lower thigh, and I drag the material with me. “Is this the dress? The one you were going to wear for me that night?”
She nods, licking her lips as she watches my hand grow closer and closer to her sweet spot. “My favorite color.”
I groan, and then my muscles lock, because as I reach the apex of her thigh, there’s no soft cotton, no silky string. No panties to be found.
Ari bites her lip, presses her head into the pillow and smirks. “Exactly what you’d have found that night. Me, bare for you.”
I groan, sliding my knees back on the mattress, my eyes holding hers as I lower, hovering an inch over her clit.
My tongue slips out, swiping across her so fast, she doesn’t have a single second to enjoy the heated feeling. A hint of a glare forms at the edges of her eyes, and then I blow warm air over the wet spot, and her chest rises.
“Don’t be a tease.”
“What song you got for that?” I pinch her clit between my knuckles, and she squirms.
Her mouth opens, and when nothing comes out, it opens wider, but this time in shock.
“Did you just stump me?” she pants with a frown.
“I told you I would one day.”
“This is trickery, Mr. Riley.”
Chuckling, I lower, wink, and then I’ve got a mouth full of pussy.
I suck her slow, rolling my tongue along her clit, and when she begins to yank on my hair, I glide two fingers inside her, offering the pressure of a cock and the heated magic of a tongue.
Her knees come up, clamping over my ears, and I wrap my free arm around her, squeezing her thighs as I sit up on my knees. Ari’s lower half is off the mattress completely, nothing but her shoulder blades and head lying flat.
She slashes around. “Oh my god, Noah, please. More.”
She dances against my face, searching for her orgasm, and I’m about to give it to her.
But then she yanks free, my hand sliding from her, and she shoves me backward, my head meeting the edge of the bed.
My baby climbs right up, right over me, and with her royal blue dress clung around her waist, the tail of it pulled around us, her pussy sucks my cock inside her.
“You want to drive?” I push her hair over her shoulder and her eyes flash. “Hm?” She clenches around me, and my eyes close.
“Hold on to me, Noah.”
My chest rumbles and I do as she says. I squeeze her ass, giving it a sweet little slap, and her palms fall to my chest.
Her hips begin to circle, and I draw my legs up, allowing her ass to fall a little lower, my cock to slide in a little farther, and she moans.