Page 80 of Until August

I came so hard I was dizzy.

When my vision cleared, she leaned forward, looking up at me from beneath her lashes. Her tongue darted out, and she licked the last drop of cum off my slit. Then she sat back and licked her lips as if she wanted to savor the taste.

It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I tucked myself back into my pants and grabbed some bar napkins to clean her up.

“Why didn’t you come inside me?” she asked, sounding hurt.

I didn’t come inside her because, once again, I’d come unprepared. When I finished cleaning her up, I balled the napkins in my hand. “No condom.”

“I told you last time it was fine.”

The last thing either of us needed right now was an accidental pregnancy. I tossed the napkins in the trash can behind the bar and gathered her clothes from the floor before returning to the booth. “I’ll tell you what,” I said, depositing her clothes on the tabletop. “I’ll buy a jumbo box of condoms, and next time, you won’t be sporting a pearl necklace.”

“It was kind of hot, though.” She pulled on her panties and stood, reaching for her t-shirt. I loved that she didn’t rush to try and hide her body. She was confident in her own skin.

I kissed her lips. “Like you.”

“Fine,” she said when she was dressed. “I’ll go on birth control.”

She made it sound like I’daskedher to go on birth control. “Up to you.”

“I will. I got spoiled. I like you bare.”

She wouldn’t get any argument from me. I hated the idea of having anything between us.

If I couldliveinside her sweet, tight pussy, I would.

“I can’t believe people will be sitting here to eat,” she said with a shake of her head before we walked out of the restaurant. As if she’d just now realized that we’d christened table four with fluids that didnotbelong in a place where customers dined.

We laughed.

But it was a further incentive to get my ass in gear and get my own place.

* * *

A week later, I signed a lease for an apartment. It wasn’t much—a cramped one-bedroom on the second floor of a rundown building that overlooked a parking lot. But it was mine. I had privacy and a place to bring my son, which was good enough for me.

On Monday, Luca helped me move in. I had a few duffel bags, a secondhand sofa and coffee table I bought from a consignment store, and a new mattress for the floor. That was the extent of my belongings.

It only took fifteen minutes to move everything from my truck to the second-floor apartment, and when we were done, I gave Luca a six-pack and a thank-you and sent him on his way. He paused on the threshold and turned to face me. “So, you and my sister….”

“Are none of your business.”

He nodded once. “Trust me, I don’t want any details. But a word of advice—”

I raised my brows. Not sure I needed advice from a twenty-four-year-old who had slept with his friend’s girlfriend. After we picked up the sofa and coffee table in Irvine, I'd gotten the whole story. It was, as Luca said,complicated.But weren’t all relationships?

“Be careful,” he warned.

“If you’re insinuating that I’m going to hurt her, I can assure you that’s not my intention.” That was as much as I was willing to share about our little arrangement. It just went to show how delusional I was by thinking I had a good handle on the situation.

“I was thinking about you,” Luca said, taking me by surprise. “Don’t get me wrong. I love my sister, and if anyone hurts her, I’ll beat the shit out of them. But she’s still in lo—” He caught himself before finishing his sentence, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to fill in the blanks. Nicola was still in love with her husband. “Did she tell you her story?”

“About her husband?” He nodded. “Yeah, she told me.”

“Then I guess you know what you’re up against. Nicola is loyal to the core. You're good if you’re not looking for a long-term commitment.”