37. Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five

Devon

After the arcade, it’s still early so we catch a ride to the river walk. There’s an ice cream truck, so we make a quick stop because I beg Tatum for ice cream and he can’t say no. Honestly, he hasn’t said no to me about anything all week. Whatever I want to do, we do it.

It’s windy by the water, a little chilly, but nice. I truly love being by the water, and I think that’s why I finally made my decision about where I want to go. Problem is the more time I spend with the Tate, the less I want to leave. He makes me want to stay—which I knew would happen. It’s why I was supposed to tell him I was leaving; why I needed to put distance between us.

But I couldn’t.

If things could be like this between us all the time, it would be perfect.

Moving away isn’t just about Tate though. It’s about my family and the way they look at me; the way they treat me. What will it take to prove to them that I can take care of myself? That I don’t need to be watched like a toddler? That even though I am enjoying being with Tate, I don’t need him to babysit me. And how fair is it that Tate is lying to them? Sort of, anyway. He isn’t being truthful, if he’s told them anything.

“Do you feel bad lying to my brother about us?” I ask as we reach the concrete pyramid and sit on the second step.

“I don’t see it as lying since they haven’t asked.”

“But we’re keeping it from him.”

“Not telling him isn’t lying, Devon.”

“Sounds like an excuse to make lying okay.”

He sighs, scooting closer and putting his arm around me.

“I don’t want to keep this from Dane. He’s my best friend. Your brother. But we don’t even know what we’re doing yet, so why tell him if…”

“If it doesn’t work?” I ask, finishing his sentence.

He shrugs.

“Do you think it could?” I ask. “Do you think we could be something?” I’m hopeful as I wait for him to answer. If he said yes, would I stay? If he says no, how much will it hurt?

What do I want him to say?

“Things are simple right now because there are no expectations. If we were to put a name on this, make it more serious, we’d have a lot of things to talk about first. We can’t act like our past didn’t happen.”

My stomach drops.

He’s right.

There’s me wanting us to live in that bubble again. Where everything is safe and nice. Where neither of us gets hurt .

Our past is still our past, and though we can ignore it now, how long is that going to last?

“Real world sucks,” I mutter.

“It’s not so bad,” Tate says, jerking his chin toward the Ambassador Bridge.

I glance up, pulling my attention from my ice cream. The sun is setting, and it’s beautiful as always. There isn't a clear view, like in some other places, but the sky is still pretty.

“Since when do you care about sunsets?”

“I don’t. But the girl I care about cares about them.”

I rest my head on his shoulder and finish my ice cream as the sun goes down. Watching the way the sky changes colors will never get old. I could watch it every night for the rest of my life, and each night I’d feel just as amazed as I do right this very minute.

When it’s dark, we catch a ride back to the lot where Tate parked, and he drives us home. As usual, when we get there, we go our separate ways. I shower and get into bed, exhausted from a long day of walking and drinking.

I’m jolted awake sometime later when a hand presses over my mouth. I gasp, my eyes flying open.

“Shhh,” someone whispers in my ear. My room is pitch black, so I can’t see who it is.

But I can smell him. My body instantly relaxes.

Tatum kisses the spot beneath my ear. “I missed you,” he whispers, dragging his other hand beneath the blankets and over my stomach. “Did you miss me?”

I nod, unable to speak with his hand covering my mouth.

“Do you want me to remove my hand?” he asks .

I shake my head to say no, and he chuckles lowly. “You are such a sweet surprise, Devon.”

Tatum crawls on top of me, causing the blankets to press onto me, holding me to the bed tight enough I can’t move. His mouth goes to my neck, licking and sucking. I moan, wriggling because it tickles. But it also feels really freaking good.

“You owe me something…”

I whimper when he nips at my neck, butterflies going wild in my stomach.

Does he really want to collect on that win now?

“And I’m not sure if I want to cash in on it tonight or not.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I’m not in the mood to go easy.”

My god, this man…

I thrust my hips up, causing him to chuckle again.

“You have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that?” I nod, breathing heavily just over the thought of what he’ll do to me. “If you can’t, I’ll gag you with my cock.”

A moan escapes me, and Tate presses his hand harder against my mouth.

“You’re not doing so well at being quiet, Devon. Are you going to be good?”

I nod again.

“Not a word,” he warns, pulling his hand away. He sits back, pulling down the sheets so they’re at my waist, by his knees. He lifts my shirt, brushing his thumb along my nipple. I bite onto my bottom lip to keep quiet. This is going to be difficult.

Tate gets to his feet, undoing the button of his jeans with one hand while grabbing the blankets and tossing them to the bottom of the bed with the other .

“Ass at the edge of the bed. On your back.”

His tone is quiet but stern. I shift into the position he said, while glancing toward the door. I don’t know if he locked it or not. Dane has no reason to come into my room this time of night. Neither does my father. Not unless they walk by and hear something…

“Take your shorts off.”

Lifting my hips, I take them off.

“Now spread your pussy open for me.”

Swallowing hard, I reach both hands down and spread myself wide for him to see. Though, I’m not sure how well he can see me in the dark. I hear my heart pounding in my chest, that’s how quiet it is. I feel Tatum staring at me, but I can’t make out the look on his face from here.

Tate drops to his knees in front of me, swiping his tongue over my clit.

A whimper slips out, and I grit my teeth.

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so even though I can’t make out the look on Tate’s face, I can see that he’s brought his hand to his mouth. See that he’s spitting in it, then bringing his hand back down. And the rhythmic motion of his arm tells me he’s jerking off.

Which is so hot…

“I wish I could watch you,” I say.

“Yeah? You want to see me stroke my cock?”

“God yes.”

“Watch me make myself come?”

“Yes… ”

He chuckles, then brings his tongue back to my pussy, lazily licking me as he keeps jerking off. My fingers shake as I hold myself open for him, his hot breath caressing my fingertips. Now and then, his tongue brushes along my finger and for some reason, it turns me on more.

I never got to suck him off in the hotel like I wanted to. I’m eager to do it, but it isn’t something Tate seems to care for. Not that I think he hates it, but he really enjoys fucking me.

I have nothing to compare to, but I’m fairly confident in saying Tate is fantastic with his mouth. No matter how many times he eats me out, he still makes me come so fast. And it can’t be because it’s new… he’s just really freaking good at it.

My body trembles, and my breathing gets heavy. I do my best at keeping quiet.

“Good girl for listening,” he mumbles against me. “Keep yourself spread so I can enjoy you.”

Rolling my lips between my teeth, I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on staying quiet. No matter what he does to me, it all feels so damn good. How does he know my body so well after only having it a few times?

Low groans come from Tate and the sounds have me getting closer and closer to exploding, until I finally can’t take it anymore.

“God, Tate—” I slap a hand over my mouth to stay quiet, my moans muffled as I come hard, riding his face. I’m barely down from the orgasm before he’s slipping inside me, pounding into me. The wet slaps of our bodies are loud, but I couldn’t care less about that. All I care about are the sounds he’s making. His heavy breathing and low groans .

He leans over, putting his hand on my throat, and squeezing. In the dark, I see his grin. He likes that I let him do what he wants. I like that I can let him do what he wants because it feels good for me too.

“You want me to come in this tight pussy?” he growls.

“Y-yes.” I barely get the word out.

“Goddamn right you do, because this pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

A choked sound leaves me as I try to say yes. He squeezes tighter, still fucking me. “Doesn’t it?” he says again.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Say it,” he says, leaning closer. “Tell me this pussy is mine and only mine.”

“Y-yo—”

I dig my nails into his wrist, tugging and trying to turn my head.

“Yours!” I finally manage to get out, but the word is raspy.

He chuckles again, this time it fades into a groan. His forehead presses to mine as he grinds into me.

“And you want me to know it. You’ll fight me to make sure I know this pussy is mine.” He groans deeply. “I’m going to come, Devon. Fuck—”

Another thrust and he’s shuddering, hissing out a breath as his body tenses.

His grip on my throat loosens and I suck in a breath just as his mouth meets mine.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispers between eager kisses. “You’re mine, Dev. All mine. Only mine.” He whispers these things to me over and over, until I fall back asleep.