Page 28 of On My Side (Quiblings #3)

Audrey

Playlist: Teenage Dream - Acoustic | Bailey Rushlow

Sky’s Sluts

SkysMainSlut: god it was so fucking good. i listened to it twice before getting ready for work.

AshBash69: can you imagine ACTUALLY being fucked by him? like this man has the biggest dick energy ever

SkysMainSlut: it literally makes me nauseous to think about him having sex with someone else.

LadyRebel93: have you heard of parasocial relationships

AshBash69: i mean considering i listened to his audio the day my kid was conceived, he’s pretty much my baby daddy.

AshBash69: but to be real, if anyone is actually fucking him, i hope she knows i fucking hate her.

Ren and I crash through my bedroom door and I blindly slap at the wall in search of the light switch. I take too long because then I’m on my back staring up at Ren, who’s barely visible in the dark as he hovers over me.

“Don’t. Move,” he breathes. “I’ll be right back.”

Suddenly he’s gone, and I miss sharing space with him so much my chest aches. He’s back in less than a minute, flipping the light switch on. “Light on?” he confirms.

I sit and shake my head, reaching to my nightstand to turn on the bedside lamp.

He sighs heavily, turning the big light off before his hands move to the brown, leather-looking belt around his middle. “I thought I told you not to move.”

My tongue darts out between my lips. “Sorry,” I say breathily. God, I didn’t know I could sound breathy.

He climbs onto my bed, sitting on his knees in front of me as he drops his belt to the side of the bed.

I try not to laugh at the fact I’m about to have my world rocked by a man currently dressed as a Star Wars character, and fail.

“What’s so funny?” Ren asks.

“You’re such a nerd,” I giggle.

My laughter is short lived however, because he reaches forwards and grabs my thighs, spreading my legs as he pulls me to him. I fall on my back with a gasp.

“You know, nerds get overlooked,” he says, like he’s not currently situated between my thighs with my legs draped over his arms. “We make the best lovers—we’re good with our hands…

” he squeezes my outer thighs and I squirm.

“Passionate…” he dips his head and takes my thigh-high between his teeth.

He snaps it against me and I cry out as the burn radiates to my center.

I think I like it? That’s new.

He leans over me again, and I feel like he’s bending me in half. I’m learning so much about myself in so little time. Apparently, I’m flexible enough to be folded in half. I grasp his shoulders. “And?” I breathe as he lowers his mouth to my ear.

“I’m sure there’s more, but now I’m intent on getting you to make that sound again,” he breathes into my ear. “Can I try to get it from you?”

“Please,” I gasp, needing to clench my thighs, but unable to because this man is currently mistaking me for a paper crane.

“I’ve been tested since my last partner, and everything came back negative,” he breathes.

“They did a full testing panel at my annual a few years ago, and my last partner was Piper’s dad. Everything was negative.”

He nods once before his eyes drift to my collarbone. “Show me where I marked you.” His voice is husky and needy and god, I’ll bottle it and bathe in it because it makes me feel as beautiful as starlight. “Please, sweetheart. I’ve been imagining it for over a week.”

I oblige, pulling the collar of the cheap costume I got five years ago just enough that he can see it. It’s faded a bit, but is still visible. He groans, and my stomach clenches knowing we both know exactly what it represents—how needy I am for him.

“Touch me,” I beg, pathetic and not caring.

“Tell me where.”

“Everywhere.”

He tenses. “Are you sure? Last time you didn’t want me to touch your breasts. Has that changed?”

My stomach clenches and I don’t want to be embarrassed, but I am.

Breastfeeding changed the appearance and shape of my breasts and I know there’s nothing wrong with them but…

I still feel self-conscious. I still see the way that guy looked at me so long ago.

I still beat myself up for not “bouncing back” the way magazines and celebrities said I was supposed to.

I have a hanging belly with sagging skin and stretch marks and breasts with nipples that point to the floor.

I’ve worked hard to treat my body with kindness, because I know how Piper sees me treating and talking about my body will be how she treats and talks about her own.

But alone, I still grieve the body I thought I would have, and I hate myself for it.

“No,” I finally say. “No, that hasn’t changed. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” he promises, voice gentle. “I’ll give you whatever you need, sweetheart, however you need it.”

I pull him into another kiss because how could I not? He keeps meeting me exactly where I am, and more than that, lessening my shame for being where I am.

“I’m gonna reach over you to put your phone on the nightstand, okay?” he murmurs against my lips.

I nod frantically. “Yes, and then you’ll touch me?”

Ren’s grip on my thighs tightens and god , I hope I have his fingerprints imprinted on my skin. His touch leaves my skin as he reaches over me. “Face up?”

“No, face down,” I answer before pausing. “Wait, are we talking about me or the phone?”

He laughs. “The phone.”

“Face down,” I say definitively. I trust Piper. I trust myself . I deserve this.

He chuckles again as he straightens and adjusts himself so he’s kneeling between my legs again. “You’re keeping your eyes on me tonight, sweetheart. I’ll take you from behind another time.”

He pulls his tunic over his head in one smooth movement and nothing, I mean nothing , could have prepared me for the sight of his bare chest. He’s tattooed in the places that weren’t visible in the clothes he’s worn, and my toes curl as I drink in the sight of him.

His torso is muscular, a heavy dusting of the same chestnut hair as his head and face.

A gold chain with a small medallion hangs around his neck, and it takes every bit of willpower to not reach out and run my fingers along it like he does when he’s nervous.

My eyes drift downward, following the strip of hair that extends from his navel to the very hot, very sexy V of his hips, and farther still under the waistband of his pants.

I think I’d be salivating no matter what he looked like naked. Because it’s him, and he’s fucking beautiful.

“You have tattoos,” I say, tracing the floral lightsaber piece on his side.

“Yeah… Millie needed to practice when she was an apprentice, and I wanted to help.” He points to one on the inside of his left shoulder blade. “See that? Her very first one.”

I squint my eyes. “What is it?”

“A butterfly. It somehow looks more like SpongeBob with three eyes.” His smile while speaking about it is radiant. He’s so obviously proud of his younger sister. “The first dozen or so were rough , and she’s since covered them. I won’t let her touch this one, though.”

I softly trace the misshapen butterfly, my heart so full it could burst. “It’s special, because it was her first one,” I say softly, thinking about how special Piper’s firsts were to me.

“Can I touch you, Aud?” he asks, voice raspy.

“Please.”

I lift my skirt as I scooch backwards to make room for Ren to spread out.

I have a king-sized bed, because Piper has always been a kicker when asleep.

I’ve never been more grateful for it than right now, as Ren lays on his belly and grabs under my knees, lifting them over his shoulders.

He’s so close I shiver at his breath on my inner thigh.

“Hmm,” he says, hooking his finger into the top of my thigh-highs “Well, I’m having second thoughts. Maybe I should leave the stockings on.”

“Striped stockings do it for you?” I tease.

“ You do it for me.” He pauses before adding, “But yeah, the stockings are doing it for me.”

I jolt as his teeth sink into the bare skin of my thigh. He soothes it with an open-mouthed kiss before continuing to kiss up my thigh until he gets to the edge of my underwear. He lifts his eyes to mine. “Okay?”

I nod frantically, weaving a hand through his hair.

“Don’t stop,” I beg trembling from the level of need I’m feeling for him.

I’m fucking gone I don’t even care I’m wearing my usual high-waisted cotton underwear I buy in bulk from Costco.

The tenderness with which he slips his finger beneath the elastic makes me feel like I’m wearing silk.

“Your skin’s so soft,” he muses, resting the side of his head against my thigh.

“Moisturizing body wash,” I gasp as he snaps the elastic against me. Then I want to smack myself because I’m certain this man does not care about my skincare routine at this moment.

He hooks his finger in again, this time pulling the fabric to the side.

I don’t have time to be self-conscious about the fact I have a full bush and I pushed an eight-pound human being out of my vagina before he’s pressing his lips to the crease between my thigh and vulva.

“The body wash works,” he muses, mouth moving against a part of me no one has touched so intimately before.

“And smells like heaven. Give me the brand later so I can write a review.” I grin at the ceiling.

“But I have to be honest with you Audrey… your pussy smells like sin.”

“Oh my god,” my smile is gone, and my teeth are digging into my bottom lip, holding back what I’m sure would be an obscene moan.

“Promise me one thing,” Ren says, lifting his head. I fight the urge to shove his head back to where I need it.

Instead I inhale shakily and hold his gaze. “Okay,” I whisper.

“Don’t hold back on me, sweetheart.” My wish comes true as he ducks his head and parts my pussy with his thumbs before flicking my clit with his tongue.

I jolt and my grip in his hair tightens. “Shit!”

“Just like that, beautiful,” he murmurs against me. “It’s my turn to hear you.”