Page 38 of Ever After Between the Lines (Montgomery Ink Legacy)

I wanted to show her, but that felt a little too fast for a first date. Maybe. “I’m from North London, and my family’s still there. Though my sister lives here too.”

“Oh? I didn’t know she had moved here.”

“I hadn’t mentioned it?” I asked, and then she shook her head. “Yes, she’s going to the same school I did. I don’t know if she’ll stay here, but she found a guy that she really likes. So who knows.”

“I’m just glad you’re here. Which sounds super cheesy, and way too big this soon.”

“I was thinking about how the fact that we saw each other after so much time felt right… Now that felt like too much.”

We stood there, melting gelato in hand, as I watched the way her throat worked as she swallowed. “What do you say we go back to my place and watch a movie?” she asked, and I nearly had to press my thighs together.

“That sounds like the best plan.”

Somehow, I followed her to her house, trying not to drive erratically. I pulled into her driveway, following her into the garage before she closed it behind us. And then my lips were on hers. She let out a shocked gasp, before she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and kissed me back.

She tasted of gelato and Jess.

I sucked in a breath, trying to focus. “I wanted to do this all those years ago. But I knew I was leaving.”

“I was really fucking sad you didn’t do this all those years ago,” she whispered against my mouth, and then I was tasting her again, needing her.

“You know, I was going to take this slow,” I said after a moment, licking my way down her neck. She tugged at my shirt, untucking it from the sides.

“Same. I was going to act cool, slowly get to know you, and then by date like five, I’d talk you into bed.”

I laughed, before leaning down slightly to kiss her forehead. I was a few inches taller than her, but when she wore heels, we were the same height.

I really wanted to see her in heels.

Just heels.

My brain scrambled to keep up with her words. “Well, if we count our time at that party as a first date, it’s been how many years?”

Her eyes darkened. “Exactly. And getting the tattoo was a second date. And then all of our texting can count as one.”

“Of course, and then softball and gelato? That’s two dates right there.”

“It’s just plain math.”

“Girl math is the best math.”

She kissed me again, and I was lost. She led me into her bedroom, both of us needing to take breaks so we could touch each other, taste each other. And as we stood at the end of her bed, a giant king-size with a fluffy white duvet and olive pillows, I kissed her harder before pausing.

“Shit. What about your tattoo? You got it on your fucking breastbone.”

“Sternum tattoos take a few weeks to heal, but I am all good. I’m not sore anymore. I just have to be a little careful with the rubbing.”

I swallowed hard, and then tugged on the bottom of her shirt. “So no rubbing in between your breasts.”

“That means I couldn’t wear a bra.” And as she pulled the top of her shirt over her head, I swallowed hard.

Her breasts were bigger than mine, overfilling my hands. I reached out, my thumbs gently brushing along her tight nipples. She sucked in a breath, her mouth parting.

I licked my lips, my stomach tightening. “So I’ll just have to be gentle this time.”

“Just a little bit.”

“The ink though? It’s fucking brilliant.”

The intricacy of the tattoo itself was stunning. I could stare at it for hours, and not just because I held her breasts in my hands.

“I’ve wanted it for a while, and I’m glad I did it.”

I plucked at her nipples, pinching, loving the way that she sucked in a sharp breath. “You look damn beautiful.”

“You seem far too dressed.”

I laughed before leaning down and sucking one nipple into my mouth. She gasped, sliding her hands through my hair as she pressed me closer to her chest. I had to be so gentle, as I never wanted to hurt her, so I bit and sucked, before laving attention to her other breast.

“Demi,” she whispered.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say my name like that all day.”

And then I pulled back and undid the rest of my buttons. The shirt fell to the floor, and she reached forward and undid my bra in an instant.

My smile widened at the efficiency. “I so love sleeping with women. We are the best at taking off bras.”

“I know, right? It’s all the practice.”

She kissed me hard on the mouth, as my bra fell to the ground, and my breasts pressed against hers. “Damn it, I knew I would love the color of your nipples.”

“Thinking about them often?” I asked, laughing.

“Far too much.”

And then we were tumbling on the bed, her head lowered to suck and taste my nipples. We both writhed together, taking our time. I needed to be gentle with her, and I knew that, but I couldn’t help but tug on her hair just a bit. When her eyes darkened, I gave a wicked grin.

“Did you like that?”

She nodded, her mouth parted, as I leaned down and slid my hand underneath the button of her jeans.

“How much did you like it?” I asked as my fingers slid between her folds. “You’re so wet. Soaking me. Have you been wet all day?”

“Yes, damn it. Even when I text you, I’m wet. And I have work to do.”

“Poor baby. All wet and no one to get you off.” I narrowed my gaze. “Unless you’ve been getting yourself off?”

She rocked on my hands, and the tip of my finger slid inside her. She moaned, and I went a little deeper, though with her jeans in the way, it was harder.

“Of course I got myself off.” She blushed. “Once when we were texting.”

“You should have told me.” I leaned over and bit her earlobe before whispering, “Because I did the same thing.” My finger pressed against her clit, and she came, shaking against me as she moaned my name.

I shifted down on the bed, undid her jeans, and pulled them off. “That’s it, that’s what I’ve wanted to see.” I shucked her shoes, jeans, and panties to the side, and then I was between her legs, spreading her out before me like a feast.

“Demi.”

“This is what I’ve been thinking about all day.” And I kissed up her legs, taking my time between her thighs, gently biting. She writhed, but I didn’t touch her there, taking my time.

“I can’t, I can’t.” She reached down, tangling her hand in my hair, bringing me closer to her pussy.

“Well then, let’s see exactly what I’ve been missing.

” And then I licked between her folds, loving the way she bucked off the bed.

I pinned her down at her hips, taking my time, using my tongue around her clit, and then diving between.

When I shifted to slide one finger and then a second inside her, she moaned, both of us trembling.

I spread my fingers, rubbing hard against her soft inner walls.

“I can’t—I can’t do this again.”

“You can and you will.” And then I moved quicker, sliding three fingers in and out of her with rapid succession as I rubbed my thumb along her clit.

I slid my free hand up to hold her breasts, being careful of the tattoo, and then she came again, clamping my fingers in such a hold I could barely catch my breath.

I pulled out of her and slid my fingers in my mouth, loving her taste. Her eyes went impossibly dark, and then she leapt.

Laughing, we wrestled on the bed and she had me pinned, though I let her. When she shoved off my pants and slid between my legs, I tugged on her hair, loving the way that she gasped at the slight pain.

“So you’re going to taste me? Eat me out like a good girl?”

“Damn straight,” she said with a laugh, and then she was licking and sucking, and I couldn’t think. I had one hand in her hair, guiding her, the other on my breast, pinching my nipple. And when I came, I whispered her name.

Soon we shifted again, this time with my head between her legs, her head between mine, and we sucked, and we ate, and we pleasured each other until I could hardly breathe.

Then we found ourselves facing each other, my leg between hers, her thigh between mine, as we rubbed against each other—arching to the point of pleasure. And when we came one more time, I held her close and knew that letting her go would be the hardest thing I’d ever done.

So maybe I wouldn’t let her go at all.