Page 46 of Notes About Vodka (Happily Ever After Hangover #1)

And oh God, down.

The burn of Val stretching me is followed by so my pleasure.

I settle all the way down until he’s completely inside me.

Looking into those dark eyes that I swear see our future and more, I sigh .

“Laura,” Val begins again, “you are…” it’s almost strained as he continues, “a phenomenon.”

“Good,” I whisper in his ear before nipping at the lobe.

Then, I start to move.

I’m rocking on Val’s cock, the veins so swollen they massage my clit as I move back and forth, back and forth.

Val’s lips find my nipple, then the other one. Laving them both as he sucks, hard, then biting gently.

I cry out his name. Then, hands are on my ass, helping guide me into a frenzy.

It’s been so long and he feels so good.

I can feel the walls of my pussy start to flutter. They clench around Val’s cock, trying to take him in deeper.

“Val, I’m so close.”

“Me too, Laura, if you keep this up. I’m not going to last. Fuck…”

“That’s…the…point,” I say breathless, moving faster. I lay my head into Val’s shoulder as I chase the orgasm. I’m almost there.

When I look one more time into the eyes of the man holding me close to him, I explode. I whimper as I come hard.

Then, I feel the warmth of Val coming inside me. I rock a few more times, taking the rest Val can offer before I finally stop and collapse against Val.

He lies back, holding me close to him.

“That was, everything Laura,” Val kisses the top of my head before he claims my lips in a soft, almost reverent kiss.

We remain locked together for a few moments before I finally pull myself off Val and settle into his side.

“By the way, pretty sure we should have discussed, but I wasn’t wearing a condom,” Val begins to say.

I shush him with a quick kiss and then explain, “I’m clear, and on birth control.

It’s okay, Val. Plus, to be honest, I wanted to really feel you.

And I already know you guys don’t like condoms because they apparently feel weird.

But uh, they feel weird to us girls, too.

It’s like, um…getting fucked with a Ziploc bag in there. ”

Val loses it, his laughter filling the bedroom.

He grabs my face, kissing me all over.

“You are such a funny, funny girl, moya lubimaya.”

I grin back. “Doing what I can over here.”

Val flips me onto my back, tickling me everywhere. I can’t contain the hysterical laughter coming from me as I try to bat his fingers away from my ticklish areas. It’s not until I’m crying that he finally relents and blows a kiss on my belly.

“Come on, silly girl, let’s grab breakfast,” Val says as he pulls me to my feet.

“Oh,” I start, remembering that I really need to get home, “um… I really can’t. I need to get back to the apartment.”

“Huh?” Val asks, his eyes still blown out in a post-orgasmic haze.

I kiss his parted lips. “I’ll see you after Thanksgiving. I promise. But I really need to get going.”

“After Thanksgiving, but why?”

My heartbreaks because I want to spend every moment with Val, yet there are still things I’m not ready to share with him. Like the rest of my family and life before NYC.

“Family drama Valerie, its just family drama.”

VAL

My head is still spinning from the life altering orgasm as Laura gets ready to leave. My ears are thundering from her moans .

After we finally make it out of my bed, I am surprised that she was ready to go back to her apartment.

“I’m going with my family to Thanksgiving dinner,” Laura explains.

“My father, step-mother, step-sister, are all flying in tonight and staying at the apartment. Then, my cousin James comes into town via train to check in before going to stay with my mother for the rest of the week early in the morning. It’s important that I’m rested and ready for their drama.

.. Plus,” she continues, “not sure if I want you to meet them, yet.”

She’s rambling and I’m not sure how to keep up. All I know is that I want her to stay but she’s already pulling on a pair of my sweats.

“Mind if I borrow these,” she points to my slides. “And maybe some socks so they fit.”

“You know, I can drive you back to your place. It’s not that far.”

“No, it’s fine. I want the entire New York experience. Looking like a subway bum is definitely on the bucket list.”

”Laura, are you okay?”

“Of course, or how do you say it, karenesho? I’m perfect.

I just…” she comes over and grabs my biceps, “I just need a moment, okay. What we just did… That was tremendous and amazing. But now my brain is running a thousand miles an hour and I just need time to catch up. But I promise, I’m okay and I will call you as soon as I’m home. ”

I nod. “Okay, I don’t feel okay with this, and I’ll miss you, but I get it. Enjoy your time with family, I guess.”

“Please don’t look so sad.”

I force myself to try to look understanding. “Okay. I get it already. Just go if you are going to go.”

But inside, I’m breaking apart. I don’t want her to leave.

I want to be the one she turns to, that she calls for everything, the one she doesn’t leave behind when the night, or morning ends.

And every time she goes, it just gets harder…

. Especially now that I know how she feels. And she’s just…leaving.

It makes me feel… I don’t know. Like it meant nothing to her and was just sex. But for me, that was life altering because my soul just merged with its other half.

As I walk her out, she glances back, her gaze lingering. “Thank you, Val. For everything. Last night, this morning, meant a lot.”

I offer her a small smile, the frustration and disappointment swirling beneath. “Yeah. Anytime, Laura.”

She leaves, and I close the door, the empty apartment echoing with the silence she left behind.

I lean against the wall, staring at the spot where she’d stood moments ago, wondering what the fuck just happened.

I thought this with Laura would be easier but it’s proving to be a worse hangover than all the vodka in the world.