Page 49 of Time After Time (Golden Sands #1)

She was burning, and her tightness gripped me from time to time, making me understand why so many others spoke about their eyes rolling to the back of their heads; I was certain mine were permanently stuck there.

“What is it, Gen?” With her so close, I struggled to breathe, knowing she felt the same breathless anticipation that had lived in me every day since she came into my life.

“More.” Her teeth clamped on her lower lip while she grimaced as her stare seared over my face.

“I need more, Sebastian.” The desperation was discernible, and I could understand what she meant.

Beneath her calm exterior, a longing stirred, gnawing at her.

It felt like an endless hunger, one that could never be satisfied, teetering on the edge of something that might overwhelm us both.

“Please, Sebastian. You feel so good inside of me.” Her words ceased for a minute as she gasped and clenched around me, prompting me to respond in the same manner. “Touch me. Go harder. I need you to-.”

“Gen.” Her response was nearly inaudible, so I gripped her jaw and forced her to look at me while I stated her name again. “Press your body against mine, now.” My tone was urgent, leaving no space for questioning, and when she took longer than expected, I reiterated my comments sharply.

Her body crashed into mine, her nipples brushing against my chest until her breasts were pressed against me.

This irresistible sensation compelled me to caress the side of one of them, unable to resist. The same hand moved upwards, pressing on the back of her head, instructing her to bring her face into the space between my neck and shoulder.

From my position, I had a near-perfect view of her back and buttocks.

She continued to move as she tried to take me in, seeking pleasure, and I could tell she was almost sobbing when my hand reached her hip, pulling her closer and stopping her movements.

I positioned myself on the mattress, spreading my legs and adjusting my hips.

Then I thrust up, losing control and ramming into Gen with all my might.

Our rough breaths and skin-on-skin noises became part of the room, while the film’s sounds faded into the background, forgotten in the past few minutes.

Gen appeared to be unable to contain herself, as sounds became louder and spilt from her as my hips slammed against her. “Gen, love, louder please.” I, too, struggled to contain the torrent of both carnal and emotional thoughts flooding my mind.

“I can’t. I can’t.” She repeated herself several times, moaning so loudly and so deliciously that I was scared I would have a premature heart attack—and I feared she was far gone. “It’s too good, Sebastian. I can’t go on any longer.”

“Shit.” I was so close, too. She was squeezing me for longer lengths of time, and the obscene sound of skin on skin, combined with the melody of our mixed fluids, pushed me over the brink.

“It’s okay, Gen.” She moaned loudly and in such a sensual manner that I nearly broke my other arm by driving her harder against me. “Bite me, Gen.”

A sharp twinge of pain shot through my shoulder as Gen bit down hard, muffling her moans, while our hips met in a frenzy.

I filled her to the brim, her clit pressed against my pelvis, overwhelming us both.

She followed soon after, my teeth finding purchase on the tender skin between her neck and shoulder, our rhythm faltering into a sloppy, desperate dance.

With our mouths still glued to one other’s skins and our chests heaving furiously, we both relaxed in the same posture that had taken us to bliss.

Mine a few minutes after hers. When Gen appeared to have more control over her breathing, she tilted her head to the side, her nose rubbing my neck and collarbone as she relaxed.

“Was it good?” A yawn accompanied her remarks as my palm traced circles across her back.

“Good falls short,” I said, unable to stifle a yawn myself.

She sighed happily, and I relished the moment by closing my eyes. “What time is it?”

Turning my head to my side table and forcing my hand to leave her skin, I grabbed my phone. The screen’s brightness was blinding, contrasting with the darkness that had surrounded us. I blinked for a few seconds until my eyes adjusted. “8 p.m.”

A sigh from her as she sat on me again, both of us hissing as I was still inside her. “I need to leave.”

I knew she needed to go. It was late, and she had an early sisterly date with Sylvie.

I loved that they had those times together.

The St. James sisters needed each other, and that was a beautiful thing.

They’d invited me to come along, but that was their special time, and besides, I had promised Robert I’d go with him to visit Mr. Marley and convince him to come have lunch at our place.

Everyone wanted him to get off the farm once in a while and get some fresh air.

I still hoped . “Stay the night.”

Her hands landed on my chest once again, driving herself higher and causing my flaccid cock to abandon her insides.

“I wish I could stay.” As our mouths brushed again, she beamed brightly. “Another time?”

“I’ll wait for you.”

She chuckled and kissed me before getting up from the bed.

She then went to the bathroom on her own, playfully pushing me back onto the bed when I insisted on getting her a wet towel.

To her naughty deed, I responded with a smack on her butt cheeks as she hurried to my bathroom, covering her chest as if I hadn’t already memorised her whole body.

Once she was ready—and after I’d taken my turn in the bathroom—we headed downstairs. When we opened the front door, there were Robert and my mum, grinning and holding a casserole along with some of my favourite snacks.

Gen fiddled around, hesitant to meet my parents’ eyes, as she most certainly recalled what had happened in my bedroom a few minutes ago.

To be honest, I almost laughed when my mum offered to drive her home, and Gen nodded uncomfortably, making my mum frown in confusion.

While she went to warm up the car and Robert went to my kitchen with all he had brought, I bent down and placed a quick kiss on her lips, making sure no one noticed.

After she climbed into the truck’s passenger seat, I stayed on the porch, waving as it pulled away. She gave me a shy smile while my mum chatted with her.

The night breeze struck my exposed skin, sending chills through my body. However, my gaze stayed fixed on the end of the road. It was as if I expected Gen to come racing back towards me, arms open wide, declaring that she would stay the night. That way, I could embrace her while sleeping.

“You’re wearing the swimsuit trunks the wrong way around.” Robert’s voice startled me. Embarrassment rushed in as I glanced down and realised the cords and brand emblem that should’ve been on my right thigh were missing.

Turning my head to the side, Robert sat down without acknowledging me, his arm brushing against mine.

I opened my mouth and closed it several times, trying to come up with some explanation, but before I could, his hand went up, stopping me.

“What are you doing, Sebastian?”

His tone surprised me, as it lacked any hint of irritability or frustration, causing my shoulders to relax. However, as our gazes locked and his stare focused on me, I couldn’t help but notice the weariness and concern etched into his features.

I slouched, my bottom lip started trembling, and I had the urge to cry like a little kid.

“I’m-.” A quivering breath escaped me. You see, speaking facts in our minds is not the same as saying them.

Perhaps once it is out there, things shift dramatically.

“I’m in love with her.” Robert nodded, but did not interrupt.

His mouth formed a straight line that appeared to descend on the sides as he gave a single nod.

Then, possibly because he knew I couldn’t go on, he wrapped his arm across my shoulders, being cautious of my right arm.

“I’ve been in love with her since we were kids.

” Another crack blossomed in my heart, and my eyes welled up with tears.

“It’s okay, kid.” Rob’s beard grazed my forehead as he pulled me into an embrace. I didn’t know how much I needed it until I felt like a child again, although this time the father figure was not one to flee from.

Shaking my head, I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and leaned back to gain a clearer view of his face.

“It’s not okay.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Years of feelings for Gen crashed over me, and with them, the heaviness of the last few months.

The reality of my love for her hit me hard, tangled up with the pain of knowing summer was ending—and so could everything between us.

“I’m so in love with her that…” I squeezed my palm against my chest, desperate for relief from the ache.

“It hurts. It leaves me speechless. It terrifies me.”

“I know a remedy for that.” At his words, I frowned, waiting for a response that seemed to take forever as Robert gazed down the road where Gen had disappeared.

I could tell he was also scanning for any sign of my mum’s return.

His phone rested in his hand, and he tapped the screen each time the light dimmed, as if anxious that my mum might call and he would miss it.

“What’s the remedy?” I pressed, impatience bubbling beneath my eagerness. “Ripping my heart out?” I punctuated my words with a weary chuckle.

“Yes.” He finally turned his gaze back to me. “You rip your heart out to her.”

“You mean to?—”

“Tell her exactly what you’re telling me, Sebastian. Tell her you love her.” His voice had grown serious, and the shudder that coursed through my body was undeniably triggered by the intensity on his face.

“Then what? Have her leave me?”

“You’re leaving at the end of the summer, Sebastian. You have only a few weeks before you go to another country.”

I fought the urge to be angry with him, to yell and tell him to be quiet. I knew I was about to leave, and everything surrounding that terrified me—the unknowns in America and what I would be leaving behind.

“If you run from this—leaving for America without telling her—what will that do to your relationship?” He shook his head, exasperated. “You both have different paths to follow, but it’s up to you to decide whether those paths will cross again or remain separate forever.”

“What are you talking about?” I blurted, shaking my head as I bounced my legs up and down restlessly. “Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean I won’t call her, text her, or video chat. I’ll come home to visit.”

“But do you really want your paths to cross exactly as they are now? Gen won’t always be single, Sebastian.

She’s a good girl.” And courageous. And genuine.

And gorgeous. She smelled of joy, smiled like the sun, and felt like bliss.

“You both will meet other people, and someone might take the step you’re too afraid to take, and Gen might choose to walk with that person. ”

The thought filled me with dread, imagining someone else being blessed with her smiles and the joy she brought, sharing her tears and supporting her through difficult times. I despised that notion so deeply that a searing pain began to throb at the sides of my forehead.

“I don’t want that.”

“I know you don’t.”

“But I’ll take it.” His eyes widened in astonishment, his mouth agape as he continued to stare at me. Our focus broke only when my mother’s truck appeared around the corner, signalling that Gen had made it safely and that Mum was on her way to us. “I’ll endure it if it means keeping her close.”

“Even if it means enduring pain?”

“Even if it means selfishly refusing to part with her forever.”

Even at the expense of my own emotions.