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Lyssa
Like the night before, s*x with Goose is mind-blowing. Unlike the night before, he doesn't leave right after. Once we both have been sated and lie in a tangle of sweaty body parts, he stays. He doesn't wait for the two of us to regain control of our breathing. He doesn't sneak out as soon as I have fallen asleep. No, he is still there the next morning when I wake up. With one of his arms wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my stomach, while my back is to his front. Not really sure what to do, I lie there for a minute or two before carefully rolling over. He is still sleeping, or at least his eyes are closed and his breathing is at a slow rhythm. He doesn't stay that way for long, maybe thirty seconds or so after I roll over and watch him. Well, not really watch him, I let my eyes move over his exposed chest. So, not sure if it was the fact I had moved, he could feel my eyes on him, or maybe he always wakes up this way, but he was awake not long after I rolled over.
I was looking over a tattoo that started on his chest and moved onto his shoulder and down his arm. I hadn't gotten to really look at it before he jerked awake. His eyes flew open as he pulled back slightly. The hand that had been resting on my stomach when I first woke up was now on my hip, his fingers tightening ever so slightly as he looked around for a second before his eyes landed on me. Once his eyes focused on me, I could feel his whole body relax again; his fingers loosened their grip on my hip. At the same time, he breathed out almost as if he had been holding his breath and was now sighing in relief.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
I don't know why I decided to apologize. I don't think I woke him up at all. But the words came out before I could even think them.
"It's alright, I don't think it was you anyway. The silence is still a bit overwhelming to wake up to after…"
I nodded. I remember Emilia saying Goose had spent time in prison. Though she never said what for, only that he had gotten out early.
"If you don't mind me asking why where you…?"
"In prison?"
I nodded.
"I was charged with accessory to murder and was supposed to spend five years, with the possibility of applying for parole after two and a half. But only ended up spending a little over a year before having the charges dropped, and the sentence overturned after my lawyers proved the judge had been paid off."
"Oh."
I wasn't really sure what to say to that. I don't really know what I was expecting his answer to be, nor was I sure I felt surprised by his answer, at least regarding the charges part. I am a little surprised that the judge was paid off, but again, I wasn't sure what to say. So, instead, I went back to looking at the tattoo I had been examining before he woke up. It was a mix of swirling smoke lines, possibly fire, or perhaps a combination of both. Among the swirling lines were three crosses on his chest and four horses seeming to jump through the smoke and flames along his arm. On the horses' backs were four guys, all dressed differently, all of them holding some kind of weapon. The whole thing moved over the right side of Goose's chest and moved onto his right arm and down to his wrist.
"It's not done. It will look a lot better once I get back in and have the color added to it."
Looking back up, I found him watching me. For some reason, this made me blush and look back down for a few seconds before looking back up at him.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Shrugging, he continued to watch me.
"Ask me anything."
Opening my mouth, I closed it again for a second before opening it again to ask my original question. Though I am not going to lie, I nearly changed my mind and asked something else to see if he was being honest about my ability to ask anything.
"Why did you stay last night?"
Moving his hand from my hip, he traced his fingers up my side, then slowly started back down as he started talking.
"I have been wondering the same thing. Maybe the same reason I ended up coming back a second time. I don't do more than one-night stands. It gives the wrong impression after saying I don't do relationships. And yet, I find myself not yet having my fill of you, or even seeing an end to when I will not want to be right here."
With the last of his words, his fingers slip between my legs, his middle finger dipping between my folds. And like the previous two times he has touched me, my body responds on its own. My legs are moving apart to give him more access, as I roll onto my back. At the same time, he moves over me, his mouth covering mine. One of my hands moves to the back of his head, my fingers moving through his short hair, pulling him closer. My other hand moves between us and wraps around his erection. Dipping a second finger inside me, he starts a slow pace while moving his thumb in a slow, agonizing circle over my clit. I do my best to match his slow pace with my hand as I move it up and down his shaft. It doesn't take long before either of us is not okay with the slow movements of our hands, but I refuse to break first. Not that I have to wait long before he pulls back and finds another condom, rolling it as he moves himself over me. By the time he is done, I am sure I will spontaneously combust with the need for him to be inside me. Thankfully, he is in position by the time he is done messing with the condom and doesn't take any longer. My legs and arms wrap around him as he slams into me, my back arching as my head pushes back into the pillow. The sound that comes out of my mouth is more than a moan, not quite a scream, more of a keening sound. In that same moment, I hear him moan deeply near my ear before his mouth finds mine again, and we begin a fast, hard pace, our bodies moving together.
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