Page 30 of Bleeding Hearts (Pine Valley College #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

T he shop looks discreet from the outside, but when we step in, the paintings on the wall reveal what it is.

I leave her to look around as I check in before I am directed to a seating area while they set up our studio.

I sit in one of the deep green love seats, and when she wanders past, I tug her down between my legs then wrap my arms around her.

“I never knew you’d be the clingy one,” she teases, but she leans into my embrace.

“And you love it,” I whisper in her ear. She shivers and smiles.

“Are we painting?” she asks, changing the topic.

I just hum in response, and two minutes later, a woman wearing a long floral skirt and crop top comes our way. “Ms. Stewart? Your studio is ready, please follow me.”

Lifting Alice, I grab her hand again and follow the lady into a corridor with rows of doors.

I see Alice peeking in as we are led to one four doors down, where she pushes inside and waits for us.

We step in, and my eyes widen at the incredible space.

Two easels face each other with stools, all the necessary tools beside them, and beyond is a window showing a beautiful garden.

It’s spacious and has soft lighting, as well as a smell I can’t place that puts me at ease.

“If you need anything, please come to reception. We have all the colors you will need, and we are happy to help with anything you want.” When we nod, she shuts the door, and soft music starts playing. Releasing Alice’s hand, I take a seat on one of the stools facing the empty canvas.

“Lals, what is this?” she asks, running her hands over the paintbrushes longingly.

“We’ll paint each other.” I shrug. “You love painting, and I want to be a part of your life and what you enjoy, so I thought this would be nice.”

She sits on the rolling stool, glancing between the canvas and me.

I can sense her nerves as she bites her lip, so I roll my chair over and press my thumb against it until she releases it. “Only I get to bite this, understood? If you do it again, I’ll have you on your knees right here.” Her eyes widen as I smirk. “Why are you nervous?”

“What if you don’t like it? What if it’s garbage?”

“Baby, it’s going to be amazing. Just have fun, okay?” I kiss her softly. “Besides, mine will be terrible, so don’t worry. I just want to watch you do something you love, something just for us.”

Her smile is wide, and when she nods, I roll back to my easel and pick up a brush. I have no idea what I’m doing, so I choose a pencil instead and eye her face as I draw. She looks serious and doesn’t look at me once, but I focus on my own drawing, except I can’t help stealing glances at her.

She’s so fucking beautiful, especially now.

Passion flows from every delicate movement, and her eyes are bright with excitement and happiness. There’s a smudge of black paint across her forehead from her pushing her hair back, and my heart stops as I look at her—not just at her beauty, but at her, the woman I love.

She’s my family now, and I would do anything to make her happy. I start planning our future, and it’s centered around her. Before, I only existed, but now I’m focused on setting down roots and our life together, and it’s . . . good.

Tommy would be happy.

We work for a while until I become bored. “Done.”

“I’m almost there,” she murmurs distractedly, so I prop my head on my fist and watch her as she works, memorizing her face. It’s something I’ve done a hundred times before, but it’s different now. She’s mine for real, and I want everyone to know that. Moreover, I want her to know that.

“Okay, done.” She puts her brush down and looks at me. “How do we do this?”

“Why don’t you see mine first?” I suggest. She looks nervous, and I want to see her smile again. Alice walks my way, and I gesture at it. “Ta-da! Look at this magnificence.”

I purposely made mine as messy and terrible as possible, and her laughter makes my efforts worthwhile. “That’s terrible.” She giggles as she leans against me. “Why do I have three eyes?”

“That’s your nose,” I reply proudly, and her laughter makes my own dance across my lips. “Yours can’t be as bad as mine. Now show me yours, baby.”

I take her hand and let her lead me to her easel. She’s quiet as I stare at the canvas. It’s black and white with intricate fine lines and dripping black paint and it’s . . .

It’s fucking amazing.

“Alice, this is—” I stare in shock. “It’s incredible!”

“I’ve drawn your face a million times,” she admits as I turn to look at her.

“I know it better than my own. “Drawing you is like therapy to me. Every line is a piece of my love,” she admits.

“To me, you are the definition of art. The dips, colors, and unique beauty of your face are all I could think about when they explained what art was.”

I just gape at her. How the hell did I ever push this girl away? How did I try to convince us both I was not deeply and madly in love with her?

“We need to leave,” I state.

“Wait, what?” she asks.

“We need to go somewhere private . . . now,” I grit out.

“Why?” she asks, completely oblivious.

“Because I need to fuck my girlfriend.” I march to the door, but she tugs me back, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“How long do we have this studio for?” she inquires slyly.

I frown, not understanding. “Three hours.”

“We only used it for just over an hour.” She winks, and I watch as she walks around, gathering things, then moves toward the door. She blocks the glass panels with canvases and engages the lock before looking around and nodding, and then she turns to me. “Let’s make use of the rest of our time.”

Without warning, she pulls her shirt off before prowling toward me in her tiny skirt and high heels. Alice runs her hands up my chest to my neck and drapes them over my shoulders. “How about we make a different kind of art?”

“I’m better with my tongue than a brush, baby,” I murmur as I turn us, not needing to be told twice. Her laughter morphs into a moan as I kiss her.

Walking her backwards, I grab what I need as we go, and then I push her down onto her back.

Her eyes widen as she hits a canvas, but before she can speak, I’m on her again.

My lips press against hers in a desperate, wild kiss as my hands slide up her soft thighs and tug off her skirt and panties.

I toss them away, knowing she’ll be mad if they are ruined and I plan to get messy.

When she gasps and claws at my arms, I sit up and straddle her. My chest heaves as desire courses through me. My cunt is hot, and my clit throbs as I stare down at her spread out on the canvas, her curls stark against the white backdrop. She looks like the fucking Mona Lisa.

“Lals,” she begs as she sits up, grabbing at my tee and tugging it off.

I put my shirt and my glasses to the side as her mouth glides down my neck, licking the sensitive flesh.

Groaning, I cradle her head, sliding my fingers into her thick hair as her perfect lips move over my collarbone, leaving stinging bites, and then farther down until she captures my nipple and suckles.

I’m so fucking glad I didn’t wear a bra today.

My eyes close in ecstasy as I grind into her, my desire so wild it hurts. I’m so hot and wet, I feel myself dripping. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her. It’s not about forgetting with her—it’s about love.

She turns her head and sucks my other nipple, rolling it between her lips as her hands slide up and over my fishnets then under my skirt. Alice grabs my ass and squeezes until I can’t take it anymore.

Yanking her head back, I watch as her eyes widen.

She’s breathing heavily, her face is pink, and her blush flushes down her neck to her chest. Pushing Alice onto her back, I take in her beauty before I stand and remove the rest of my clothes.

When I’m as naked as she is, I kneel and crawl up her body, sliding my hands up her thighs as I kiss her perfect legs.

Her hands fist at her sides as she writhes on the canvas.

When I reach her hips, I lick them with teasing strokes of my tongue.

“Lals,” she murmurs as her thighs fall open, exposing her pink, glistening pussy. She’s so wet, she’s dripping for me. Alice is wild with desire, but I want her even wilder. I want her to be completely dependent and obsessed with me so she’ll never leave.

I need her to want me as much as I want her.

Smirking, I grab what I need, uncap it, then squirt the red paint across her belly and hips. She gasps, rearing up, and gapes at the red paint on her skin. “Lally!”

“Shh, or they will think something is wrong,” I murmur as I slide my hands through the paint and down her thighs before pressing my palms to the canvas on either side of her, leaving my marks there. “You said we’re going to make a different kind of art.”

She looks down, realizing what I mean, and then meets my eyes. Before she can protest, I press her thighs wider apart and drop into the gap.

I keep my gaze on my girl as I drag my tongue up her folds, tasting every inch of her.

Her eyes roll back as she jerks in my grip.

I toss her legs over my shoulders and spread her pretty pussy as I circle her clit with my tongue, knowing what drives her crazy.

I drink down every reaction as she tries to muffle her cries of pleasure, and when she rocks her hips, I know she’s close, so I stop and thrust my tongue inside her.

Alice is so fucking sweet and tangy. It’s my favorite fucking taste in the world.

She slides her hands into my hair, tugging me closer. “Please, please, Lals.”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” I hum against her skin as I kiss her clit. “Tell me you love me again. Tell me how badly you want this.”

“I love you. I love you.” Her gaze is locked on me, full of need. “I need you so much, Lals. Please, it hurts.”

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you.” Sliding my tongue up, I circle her clit once more.

I can’t put my paint-covered fingers inside her, so I grab a new paintbrush from the pack and drag it through her messy cunt.

She groans, lifting her hips, as I circle her entrance with the handle and then slide it into her.

She fucks it, pressing her cunt against my mouth as I pull the brush out and push it back in.

I set a hard rhythm as I lick and suck her clit.

When she can no longer stifle her cries of pleasure, I bite down on her clit.

That spark of pain sends her over the edge, and she screams, her body arching up from the canvas as she shakes and writhes.

I lick her through her orgasm before sitting up and pulling the paintbrush out of her.

When she opens her eyes and notices what I used, she covers her face in horror. “Oh my god.”

“Who needs toys?” I tease.

Smirking, I turn the brush and sweep the bristles along her nipples then down her body.

I use the same rhythm to lightly brush her clit until she lifts her hips again, biting her bottom lip as she watches me.

I turn the brush and sweep the bristles along my nipples, then I skim it lower, widening my thighs so she can watch me tease myself with it.

“Lals,” she begs, grasping for me, but I stay out of reach as I use it on myself.

My clit throbs so hard it hurts and I’m dripping, but getting her off always does that to me.

When she cries my name again, I throw the brush to the side and crawl up her body, squirting green paint across her perfect chest.

Alice is so far gone, she just arches up, crying out at the cool liquid. Gripping her breasts, I massage the paint into her skin before tweaking and twisting her nipples.

Leaning down, I silence her cries with my mouth until she rocks against me, and then I pull away. I flip her, pressing her face into the canvas as I seal my lips around her cunt and suck until she screams. “Baby,” I warn against her heat.

Alice turns her head and bites her forearm, trying to keep quiet.

I don’t go easy this time. I bite and suck on her clit until she’s squirting her release across my face.

Alice slumps forward with a whine. “I can’t take anymore,” she whimpers, but I don’t let up.

I suck her clit, working her body until she pushes back, quivering once more. Opening my eyes, I reach over and grab wipes, cleaning my fingers before I thrust them into her. Her tight cunt grips them as she screams.

Her shout turns into sobs as she struggles, trying to stop herself, but despite how hard she just came, her hot pussy clenches around my fingers, and I know she’s close again.

Sliding up, I circle her ass and lick it as she rides my hand, and before she can protest, she falls over the edge once more. Screaming her release into the canvas as she comes all over my hand. Her cunt milks my fingers as she trembles and shakes before falling forward.

Smirking, I pull out of her channel as I look at her. She’s sprawled across the canvas, quivering and boneless, as I suck my fingers.

Rolling over, she glances up at me with sleepy eyes before they slide down my body and heat again. Something else enters her gaze as she watches me.

“My turn,” she purrs, and my eyes widen as she lies down on the canvas, grips my thighs, and presses her mouth to my pussy. She’s covered in paint, and there are hand and breast prints on the canvas. I can’t look away.

When she can’t get the angle she wants, she pulls me over her, my knees in the paint by her head, as she grabs my hips and drags me down so I’m sitting on her face.

My head falls back as she softly sweeps her tongue over my folds before she speeds up, lashing my clit. Her hands slide between us, and she presses three fingers inside me, a wet sound filling the air. All it takes is a few licks of her pretty mouth before pleasure explodes through me.

I jerk above her, grinding down against her mouth as I come. She probably can’t breathe, but I don’t care as pleasure steals all my thoughts.

When it finally releases me, I sprawl on my back over her legs. We are both panting and covered in paint, and when I lift my head, I find she’s smiling. My lips curve as well, and when she meets my gaze, she starts laughing, and I join in.

“I really like painting,” I tease, and that sets her off again.