For Authentication Purposes (21 page)

With a look of determination, he dipped his fingers into the top of the lingerie, and I felt him test the fabric to try to judge how much he would have to pull to do it. And before I could think about how damn sexy it all was, he tugged on it hard. The seam in the middle split wide open, jerking my whole body in the process as my breasts popped out in his face.

I leaned up on my elbows and looked down as I watched the rest of the fabric give way between his fists.
 

He exhaled long and soft before licking his lips and leaning forward to kiss the soft spot between my boobs. “Yeah, that was hot. No wonder they do it in all those books. You should add that into anything you decide to write from here on out.” His mouth ascended higher as he kissed me with passion, pushing me onto my back in the process. I touched his hair and skimmed my fingers along his shoulders as his lips met mine. “Are you sure?” There was so much hope in his voice.

“Just be gentle,” I said, feeling apprehensive all of a sudden. He muttered something that sounded like, “of course” before he was off me and rummaging around in my now dedicated sex toy drawer next to the bed. I could hear him rustling through all the items, and I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down and remember that, of all the people in my life, I had come to trust Warner Green more than anyone. Ever.

He was back above me in no time, and I relaxed as he gave me a tender kiss, letting his lips alone tell me he would take care of me. Then they were gone and he was tugging at my underwear. His own clothes were discarded, and we were back to being just us, with nothing between. It was everything that was right.

I sighed with appreciation as he kissed his way down my stomach, glad I had showered and shaved right before our date so I wouldn’t have to waste any time. His hands trailed over my sides until his face was buried between my thighs and his fingers were working me into a frenzy. I waited, knowing he was going to test me first. The click of the top of the lube bottle sent a thrill straight down my stomach and settled like wet electricity between my thighs. His tongue worked steady laps around my clit as I felt his pointer finger brush against my other entrance. I exhaled long and loud to let him know it was okay. He slipped it inside, coating me with lube as he worked a little and then pulled it out.

Another minute of that and I was pulling the sheets so tight at my sides that I thought they would rip.

Warner lifted his face to press his mouth to my inner thigh. “How’s that?” he asked as he slowly added a second finger.

My body jerked a little, and I gasped, angling my hips upward. “Good.” Twisting his fingers a little, he pulled them back out, and I moaned so loud it almost made me embarrassed. He continued to tease me, letting his tongue work as his fingers did, and once I’d acclimated to the sensation, I couldn’t take any more. “Warner, please . . .”

In a flash he was gone, and I was left to catch my breath, wondering where he was. Sounds were coming from my bathroom and I heard water running before he was hovering above me again, instructing me to sit up so he could put a towel beneath me. He had a couple of other ones, but I didn’t pay much attention. Instead, my eyes were trained on his bare cock and I reached out to stroke it a couple of times, wishing I wasn’t sore anymore because it would feel so good to have him again.

His eyes closed a little as I touched him, and I couldn’t help the feelings that coursed through me as I looked him over from head to toe. How perfect and beautiful he was. How sweet he’d become under that hard exterior I’d always known.
 

“I want you.” I spoke with such honesty that it felt like I was even more naked and exposed than before.

He leaned forward, pushing me back with his hands on my shoulders and settling between my thighs as he bent his knees. Our lips met again, full of hot passion and need that had me breathing heavy before he even had the chance to roll the condom on. The lube and Bullet were off to the side of my head. I held my breath as he opened the lube again, bringing it between my legs to pour out more than I had ever imagined using. My stare was trained on his hand as he used even more to coat himself, working his palm over his shaft and tip a few times until he was satisfied it was enough. Warner brought his lips to mine in a sweet kiss as he handed me the vibrator. His face hovered above as he stared into my eyes, his features softening as we looked at one another. So quiet it made my heart ache, he just whispered, “Thank you.”

Like, thank you for letting me. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for letting it be me.

I smiled at him and nodded in encouragement as he let me settle my legs around his waist and he aligned himself with me. He murmured for me to relax, and I closed my eyes. I was concentrating on the pressure I was feeling as he pressed forward the tiniest bit, my chest expanding with anticipation. I knew the exact moment he worked it inside because there was a strange stretching feeling followed by the smallest sharp pain that made me wince just a little.

“Okay?” His voice was filled with concern.

I nodded in response, my hand tightening around the vibrator.

He pulsed forward again, and I lost my breath, experiencing every inch of his shaft moving inside me. My nerve endings were on high alert as he bypassed another barrier and then—
holy mother!
—my body gripped him out of instinct and pulled him deeper inside me until he was in as far as he could go. I felt my eyes cross for a moment as he went still, his hands gripping my inner thighs hard.

“Dawn.” My name rushed from his lips, quiet and breathy as we acclimated to one another. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t what I’d expected, and I waited for a moment before whispering to him that I was okay. He was so gentle for the first in-stroke, and I pressed my head into the pillow underneath it as my senses threatened to overtake me. I knew he was talking, but it wasn’t the usual Wardo rhetoric. There was no talk of how I was a dirty girl, or his usual fucks and dirty talk. He was telling me that he wanted to watch me use the Bullet so that I could feel as good as he did.

And as soon as I turned it on and slipped it between my lips, I got it.

Warner above me, inside me, taking his fingers and pushing them into my pussy as I worked my clit with the vibrator: it all was a recipe for the most intense sexual pleasure I had known to date. Every movement forward with his hips, he pushed his fingers inside me and moaned, spurring me on as I wriggled beneath him.

“So beautiful.” He groaned while I circled my clit faster and jerked. My orgasm was building so fast I couldn’t get my wits about me. It was as if I had no control over anything, and I gave up any semblance of it as I felt him push deeper into me, filling me more than should have been legal. My eyes squeezed shut as I felt the first tremors begin and picked up my pace with the vibrator, pressing it to my wet flesh more and more, as if my release would save me from the pure bliss I was feeling.

“I’m so close.” I hated how desperate I sounded. But Warner knew what would drive me over. He picked up his pace a little more, twisting and curling his fingers inside me as he did. I felt my heart try to beat out of my chest as the wetness between my legs increased. I felt all of it at once, the perfect harmony of it as that aching and burning settled low and deep inside me before it shattered and broke. I pulsed hard as I screamed his name and reached for him with desperate hands to pull his mouth to mine.

He kissed me so hard, letting his hands tangle into the hair at back of my head as he angled deeper and I brought my legs higher against him in reaction to my orgasm. And in a single moment of unfiltered ecstasy, Warner shouted that he was coming and he pushed even deeper to go still and cry out into my mouth. I could feel every part of him, pulsing and finishing, thick and strong. I held him to me as his head rolled to the side and he buried his face in my neck.

“Oh God. I love you.” He gasped. I went rigid at his words and counted my heartbeats as his back straightened a bit and he lifted his face again to look me in the eye. “Oh, shit, that is not at all how I wanted that to happen.”

Dry mouth overcame me and I tried to laugh. “We can chalk it up to orgasmic hysteria.”

His eyes conveyed something else that made my heart cinch. “I’m not lying, Dawn.”

With a sigh, I ran my hand through his hair. “Only you, Wardo. Only us. Only this relationship would have the first I love you while your dick was in my ass.”

“I do, though. I’ve always liked you. Since the first time I saw you at the door in those purple pants. But after these past few weeks?”

My heart clenched in my chest and I smiled, kissing him on the lips lightly. “I know.”

“How?”

I shifted a little and concentrated on him pulling out of me, watching as he rolled away and cleaned off with one of the towels. And then he handed me a damp one to clean up with as he attended to my ass with another one with a gentle touch. Throwing all the towels in a pile in the corner of the room, he turned back to appraise me.

“Go on. How do you know I love you?”

I shifted onto my side and patted the mattress, inviting him to lie down face-to-face with me. He did, and I pulled one of his hands between us, wrapping my hand around two of his fingers, marveling at how large his were in comparison to mine. My chest tightened as I tried to find my words, but I pushed through.

“You know you never call me Bunny when we’re intimate, right? It’s baby or Dawn. But never Bunny.”

His eyes dropped to our hands, and he was silent.

“You call my name in your sleep. You hold me all night without complaining. You kiss my forehead and temple more than you kiss anything else.”

Our eyes met again, and I melted under his gaze. His eyes were clear and bright, truth evident in them. “You love me.” He nodded. I smiled, letting the revelation roll over me, warm and gentle. “Well, I’m pretty sure I love you, too.”

He chuckled. “Pretty sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s just been eight years. I might need to get to know you a little better, ya know? Not enough history between us for me to make a true decision yet.”

His fingers dug into my stomach and I giggled, trying to push him away as he rolled me over and straddled my stomach, holding my arms above my head. He leaned over me again, kissing my forehead, skimming over to my temple and then lower to speak the next words against my lips. “You will love me one day, Dawn Bunny Sims.”

Parting my lips, I kissed him with every last ounce of strength I had in my body. “Too late. I already do, Wardo.” His mouth smiled the biggest smile I’d ever seen, pushing up toward his eyes as they all but disappeared. “Who knew, after all this time, the one I wanted was the one who’d always been there?”

Warner just shrugged, tilting his head. “Me. I knew.”

Sliding my hands from above my head to around his neck, I hugged him even closer. “Then thank you for letting me figure it out on my own.”

Wardo

Having all seven of us in one house was such an epically bad idea. I knew there was a reason Declan and Nolan weren’t supposed to be within five hundred feet of each other. One meeting—one—was all it had taken to ignite a creepy as fuck friendship between the two. I didn’t even want to know what they were doing in the other room.

Gary settled his back against the couch cushion, slumping down as he raised the book up higher and stared at the pages with a bewildered expression on his face. “She made you slap her tits?”

My eyes flicked over to where Dawn was sitting with her laptop at the kitchen table. She didn’t register a look of acknowledgement, but I knew she had heard.

In the months that had passed since Dawn and I had established our relationship beyond our original agreement, we had been very honest about our pasts. What little of a past she had and the ridiculous shit storm of a past that was mine. Over the course of time, as she was speaking with her friends online, the few who were legal professionals had all offered the same advice.

Instead of suing Mandie, we needed to write another book, counteracting her story from my point of view.

She’d breached her end of the bargain with the school by releasing all that information. To counteract, my book would be in reaction to hers. And mine would include the truth, not some romanticized version of an older woman teaching a young man the ways of pleasure. She had used me and coerced me into doing certain things that I should have had better sense not to do.

But I’d been heartbroken over Dawn. I’d needed to feel wanted.

As much as I hated to do it, I needed to tell my side of the story. And lucky for me, my hot-ass girlfriend was interested in writing the book for me. That put us in the position to read Mandie’s book together so that we could know which excerpts to address and expound on, beyond the physical aspects she had focused on so much.

Because of that, I confessed the truth. All of it. Which was why Gary was reading through Mandie’s book as Dawn and I were visiting his place with Candace and Nolan in tow.

“Wardo. The tits. I need to know about the tit slapping.”

I sighed, nodding at him once as I leaned forward to place my elbows on my knees. “She did. And she also liked to be fish hooked while—” I stopped, clearing my throat and shrugging. “Never mind. I’d rather not relive it.”

Dawn smiled, smug and amused, but kept her eyes on the laptop screen. I was keenly aware she was thankful to the professor for giving me insight to a woman’s body, because Dawn was no doubt reaping the benefits from it.