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Chapter 17

Kitty

My throat was raw and my jaw ached, but I was as turned on as ever. Guy helped me off my knees, kissing me when I stood.

“Thank you, baby,” he cooed. We walked out into the bedroom, where I got a glimpse of the clock. It was almost 10 a.m.

“Shit, we’re going to miss continental breakfast,” I said. “Nothing else will be open today.”

“Shit, you’re right,” Guy said. “Intermission? I can throw on some clothes and go get some stuff. You can stay here and wait for me just like this.”

He walked me backward until my knees met the bed, his wet hair falling over his forehead. He pushed me back on the bed, crawling on top of me to kiss me. I giggled as he nuzzled my neck and tucked me into the sheets. He tapped the bandage on the side of my face lightly. “This doing okay?”

“Think so.”

He pulled on a hoodie and some sweatpants and headed for the door. “Stay there. I’ll bring sustenance for round two,” he said, shooting me a wink before the door closed behind him.

While he was gone, I called my mom. Guy had already talked to her while we were at the hospital, and texted them when we got into the hotel the night before.

“Kitty Cat? Are you alright?” Mom sounded frantic.

“I’m okay. I’ll probably have a cool scar to show for it, but Guy and I are alright. We’re just sore today. And carless.”

“Daddy’s going to come get y’all on Saturday and take you back to Alden safely. The last thing we need is the two of you driving.”

“That’s about the last thing I want to do, anyway,” I confirmed. “It’ll be a while before I want to drive again. Not too thrilled with snow at the moment, either.”

Mom tsked. “Where’s Guy right now? Can I talk to him?”

“He went down to get us breakfast. He’s letting me rest.”

“Love his heart. That boy is just the sweetest thing,” she said, her voice finally calming.

“He’s been taking good care of me,” I said, remembering how he carried me through the snow after the accident. And ate me out with a skill I’d never encountered before.

“Well, have a happy Thanksgiving. Daddy’ll Venmo you so you can have enough money for food and hotel while y’all are stuck there. I saw the Bob Evans nearby is open so y’all can get a proper meal. We’ll be missin’ you today.”

I got a little emotional. Even though I had Guy to dote on me, I hadn’t seen my parents since they dropped me off on move-in weekend. I missed home. Annie was home for Thanksgiving break and I wanted to be there with her, too. And after the accident, all I wanted was a hug from my mom and dad.

“Miss you, too, Mama,” I said, trying to keep my tears out of my voice but failing miserably.

“Oh, sweetie. It’s alright. I know yesterday must have been scary.”

“I was afraid we’d both die, Mama,” I said, hiccuping as I cried. I smoothed the hotel duvet, tucking myself more into the sheets. “It was so scary.”

“I bet it was,” she said. “I’m glad you have Guy with you. Why don’t you two both video call us later?”

I agreed, we said our “I love you’s,” and hung up.

Guy came back in as I was wiping my tears, carrying two to-go cups of coffee in the crook of his arm and two over-stuffed plates of different breakfast foods. His face instantly went concerned.

“What’s wrong, ma puce ?” He kicked off his shoes, put the plates and cups on the desk, and sat on the bed next to me.

“I just got off the phone with Mom. I was just telling her how scary yesterday was,” I said, starting to cry again.

Guy’s arms surrounded me as he pulled me to the soft fabric of his hoodie. It smelled of laundry detergent, and him. “It was really scary. I’m glad we’re safe now.”

“I’m glad you came with me, Guy-Guy. Even though I almost killed you.”

“Me, too, sweetheart. I’d never want you to go through that alone. And I’m fine. For better or worse, it brought us together,” he said. “Let’s get some food in you, no? They had that flavored creamer you like. The Irish cream or whatever.”

He brought the food over to our bed and let me have the first pick of what I wanted.

“I eat anything. I’m a garbage disposal,” he joked.

We flipped on the TV and watched the Thanksgiving Day Parade while we ate. It was nice. Comfortable. Even though I was naked under the covers and he was in sweats, it made sense for the moment. I caught Guy looking over at me.

“What?”

“Just looking at how beautiful you are,” he said with a smile. “I’m happy we’re trying this out.”

“Does that mean you’re ready to be exclusive?” I was nervous to ask but knew we should clear everything up in the temporary just-us bubble we were living in.

“Absolutely,” he said, sliding a hand under the covers. “I’m not sharing that delicious pussy with anybody else. In fact, I think I need another taste.”

I put our plates and cups on the nightstand and turned off the TV. “Oh, you do?”

Guy peeled off his sweatshirt and got up to drop his pants. He grabbed a condom from his backpack, giving me a chance to admire his thick hockey butt and thighs. He threw it on the nightstand with a flourish. “Yes. I do.”

“Come here, potential love of my life,” I teased as he crawled over to me.

Guy’s naked body hovered over me under the warmth of the covers. I ran my hands over his chest and abs as he leaned down to kiss me, the defined muscle rippling under my fingers. Guy hit me with a burning hot kiss, sucking on my lower lip.

“I don’t know when I’ll get enough of these kisses,” he sighed. “I’ve been stupid jealous of anybody who got to kiss you.”

He nibbled my neck before stopping at my breasts, cupping one in his hand while he engulfed my other nipple. His cock teased my entrance, so I rolled my hips to let him feel how wet I was. A shiver went up his spine.

“Jesus, Kitty,” he groaned. “This is supposed to be for you, but you’re driving me crazy.”

“Maybe that’s what I want to do. Exert my control over you.”

“Oh, you think you’re the boss, do you?” he said. “I could go back to not letting you come if you make me go too fast.”

“You keep threatening that, but I don’t know if I believe you,” I taunted. “I think you should stop making threats and make love to me already.”

“Patience, ma puce . I’ve got a good handful of orgasms to give you. The lovemaking’s just beginning.”

I gasped as he rubbed two fingers over my clit, then dipped down to my pussy and thrust two inside.

“ Guy ,” I rasped.

“There’s my girl,” he cooed, flipping the covers back and lowering his face between my legs. “Gotta get you good and stretched out so you can take me.”

With that, his tongue fell into my slit again, teasing, tasting, almost constantly edging me. He added a third finger to my pussy and I cried out.

“That’s it, Birdy. You can take it. Let go for me, love,” he said sweetly. “I want the taste of you on my lips when I push my cock inside you. Let me hear you come for me.”

And with those dirty words and his tongue working its magic on me, I fell over the edge. My stomach hollowed out. I couldn’t find my breath. All I could feel was the searing intensity of my orgasm: Guy’s breath on my skin, his slick tongue working over my most intimate spaces, his hand gripping my ass and pulling me close. He sucked on me as my throbbing slowed, genuinely drinking me up. I’d been eaten out plenty of times, but no one had been nearly as talented or enthusiastic as Guy. He smiled up at me from between my legs.

“Good?”

“You fucking know it was,” I said, nudging his shoulder with my foot.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it.” He grinned as he muscled his way to the top of the bed. I pulled him close, kissing him deep. I pushed him to his back, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips.

“You ready for me?” I drawled in his ear. Guy rested his hands on my ass and sighed as I bit his earlobe, kissing my way down his neck. But the longer I stayed on top with my face looking down at him, the more my stitches hurt. Guy reached up and pulled me in for a hungry kiss, but I squirmed to break away.

“Sorry, Frenchie. My stitches are sore. You’ll have to be on top.”

“Oh, jeez. Yeah, we don’t want you hurting. Pleasure only, ma puce ,” he said, helping me roll to my back and coming with me. I reached down and dragged his cock through my slit.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned.

“You did that.”

“I fucking love it. You ready to do this?” I nodded, handing him the condom from the nightstand. He tore into it with his teeth, sheathing his length and kneeling over me, his intimidatingly large dick standing out. I let myself take him in: thighs where I could see every individual muscle, hands with long, thick fingers, corded arms leading to muscular shoulders, a chest with flat brown nipples and raised pecs, and most importantly, his gorgeous coffee-brown eyes, loose waves of dark hair falling over his forehead. His eyes dragged over my body, his expression turning serious. “You’re so beautiful, Birdy. I’m so fucking lucky.”

I was honored that he’d been admiring me, too.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” I grinned. “Come here. Show me how I’m yours.”

A sweet softness came into his eyes. I’d never really been in love before, but I imagined that’s how someone in love with you would look at you. Guy held himself above me, taking his time kissing me. It was during that kiss that he notched himself at my entrance.

I flinched, preparing for impact. “Birdy, look at me. I won’t hurt you,” he said, holding my eyes as he pushed the first couple of inches inside me. Just starting, he was so thick. But still, it felt so perfect, so right. “Breathe, baby.”

I did as he asked, overwhelmed by the stretch and fullness of him.

“You’re doing so well,” Guy told me, sliding in a little more. He laced his hand with mine and pinned one arm to the mattress, looking down at me adoringly. “You were made for me, Kitty. And I was made for you, too.”

“I know,” I whispered, heat pricking behind my eyes. The mood was lust-filled but still sacred and sweet. No sex I’d ever had before could compare. Maybe Guy meant what he said about loving me. Maybe this was what it felt like to be loved by a man.

“Can you take a little more? We’re almost there, sweetheart.”

“Give me all you got,” I told him, wrapping my legs around his hips. With one final push, he was all the way in. I put my head back, so completely full of this man who’d possessed me for years. I squeezed his length inside me. And from there, we were off. Guy worked my neck as he thrust inside me, slow but hard, pushing down to hit my clit just right. His eyes met mine and a smile curled one side of his mouth. “It feels so good, Guy.”

“That’s right it does. You’re mine, Kitty Bird,” he panted, taking my leg in his hand and pinning my knee to my torso. “All fucking mine.”

“Faster,” I begged, and he gave, driving into me.

It was surreal. I felt like we’d always been destined to end up at this point, at least in my dreams, but it was actually happening. We connected in the deepest way two people can. It did feel like it was perfect, that we were made for each other. We’d teased each other about making love since the night I blurted it out, but that’s really what we were doing. And something a little more raw than that, too.

“So pretty when you take it like that,” he gritted out as he picked up a merciless pace.

I yelped out desperately. “I’m so close.”

“Me, too, baby. I need you to come,” he urged. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Harder, just a little harder,” I cried, curling my hips to meet his strokes.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Show me who makes this perfect pussy feel good.” And just as he choked out my name into my ear, another orgasm ripped through me.

I shouted, a lot. I’m not sure it was coherent. Half phrases, half words, my brain complete mush. Was that true what they said about having your brains fucked out? That felt like a real thing. Sweat made us sticky where our bodies connected. We watched each other, smiling, disbelieving. His arms caged me in with a snug embrace. Guy gave me the softest, most delicate kiss while he was still buried deep inside me.

“I love you, Kitty Bird. You’re my always.”