The next day, when I woke up, River was no longer in bed. I sat up and stretched while yawning widely. For about a minute, I stared blankly at the half-open window, quickly replaying yesterday's events from morning to night.The bathroom door opened, making me turn my head to the source of the sound. River came out of there with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair, which was usually neatly combed back, looked messy and wet this time. And sexy. Oh, my goodness!"Hi," I greeted, suddenly feeling silly. He rubbed his feet on the mat while looking at me with nonchalance. "Take a shower, then we will go downstairs together. I think Evan's here."I got out of bed when he had disappeared into the walk in closet. Before going to the bathroom, I poured half a glass of water from the pitcher on the table near the sofa and drank it all down.The smell of River's soap and shampoo greeted me as I entered the bathroom. The warm steam wrapped around me, feeling cozy and pleasant.A few
Later that evening, River and I watched a soccer game on television. Both our bodies were wrapped in a thin white blanket. He leaned against the back of the sofa, while I leaned against his chest, feeling his left hand curl across my back.I shifted my body to get closer to River when I saw Evan coming down from upstairs. River's left hand went up to my head, rubbing it gently and-seemingly-affectionately. From the tail of my eyes I could see Evan walking past the television room, but I deliberately didn't look at him at all and pretended to focus on watching the television."Is it normal for people to watch soccer while cuddled up in a blanket like this?" River murmured after a moment, confident that Evan was no longer within earshot."I don't know," I replied in a whisper as well, staring blankly at the big screen in front of us that showed two presenters - dressed in navy suits with red and white striped ties - talking about something I didn't understand, referring to soccer terms.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked River, hopefully for the last time. I'm sure he didn't really expect me to think when he asked that with his lips still brushing the tip of mine. And from the hardness of the bulge I felt under my ass, River clearly wanted this to end the way Sharon wanted it to. The heat in my body was becoming excruciating. My hands stopped moving on the buttons of his shirt in desperation. "We'll both die if we don't," I replied, then captured River's lips again. My hands quickly remove his shirt, pausing our kiss and allowing River to pull off my sweatshirt as well. His lips go to my neck, while his hands easily remove my bra and toss it carelessly to the floor. "I don't have a condom." River's face suddenly turns frantic, as if he just realized he's missing one ear. "I took a pill," I replied, then grabbed his lips again. Our kisses became deeper and deeper, more demanding, leading us to the brink of passion. River growled as my body writhed and I fel
River pulled out his cock, letting me unwind for a few seconds. His gaze was still filled with a haze of passion, watching me as I breathed heavily. "You're still hard," I said languidly. River nodded as languidly as I. He then lowered his head, nuzzling my neck before landing a kiss there. "Let me do what I want." "Go ahead," I whispered, pulling him closer to kiss those British lips again. It didn't take long for River to arouse me again. River's hands traced over both of mine, then joined them together and pressed them together until they were tied to the headboard. River's lips traveled down to my chin, giving a light peck there, then down to my chest. His face looked up for a second, meeting my eyes that cried out in desperation. I closed my eyes, enjoying the tickle of his tongue playing with my nipples. He kissed it gently, sometimes giving it a little bite, and always making me sigh in displeasure. A moan escapes my lips, but not as loud as before. River pulled his body u
That morning was the most agonizing shower I've ever had in my life. Every time I touched every inch of my body, it was as if I could feel River's touch there too, just like last night when his hands and lips brushed over my body. Every time I close my eyes as the shower hits my face, a visual of River also pops into my head.As I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed to walk-in closet to get dressed. I couldn't help but wonder what River was thinking about. Had we crossed a line? Was this just a one-time thing, or would it change the dynamic between us?I found River in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked up when he heard me enter and gave me a small smile.Sharon also appeared later. She smiled very broadly at me. "I hope you slept well," she said, full of meaning. Then her eyes winked mischievously."Mom," River warned her mother. "We have talked about this earlier.”"Sharon, you really are full of surprises," I said, whether I me
"People are filling up the comment section about River Lynch on our social media," Cody said from his desk. I immediately turned to him, intrigued by what he was saying.Lukas seemed to be as well because he immediately left the clothes rack and approached Cody without further ado. "Let me see!" he said, popping his head up to take a look at Cody's phone screen, which had been scrolling down for quite some time, both of them seemingly reading comments—perhaps on a post about the launch of this year's November issue of Pamela Magazine. "Those girls are horrible." Lukas shuddered, but continued reading.Out of curiosity, I went to Pamela Magazine's social media accounts, reading the comments on the last post.*I didn't expect my favorite perfume to be created by such a handsome man!I can see why it's called Séduisant.Is he single? Asking for my friendHe's so handsome!I usually don't agree with the phrase that age is just a number. I mean, damn! It's just a number, isn't it?I'm so
"I wonder about the condition of the kitchen in your apartment." River suddenly said without looking at me. I sat on a bar stool, leaning against the counter and looking at River who was preparing ravioli. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt that was quite thin, making his shoulder blades pop out when his hands made certain movements. A black apron hugged his body from the front. I've never thought of wanting to be an apron before. "Pretty neat, of course." Because there was almost never any activity in there... if you don't count having sex as one of the common activities in the kitchen. "I'll check it myself sometime," he said, and then his hand movements stopped for a moment. I'm sure he didn't expect those words to come out of his mouth. Don't check my kitchen. Don't come into my house. Don't say things that seem to suggest that our relationship is that of a normal couple. We're not even a couple. We're just two people who have a common goal and work together to make it happe
"Mia," he called again as he broke the hug, filling the distance between us with a gust of night breeze. River's sad eyes gazed at me who was suddenly miserable. "No matter how much I want to kick his ass, that brat is still the son of my late twin brother. And I can't deny that I also care for him." "Don't stand up for him," I said in exasperation. He then smiled softly, so softly that it made me even more miserable. His gaze managed to lock me into complete immobility. "The deal we made... I did it as Evan's uncle. But on the other hand, the side of River Lynch that stands alone, I want to be selfish for wanting you." I was too shocked to speak. My eyes closed as his warm hand gently brushed my cheek. "River ...." River's breath tickled my face as his face drew closer. The tension between us was getting more and more intense. "Mia... please allow me to want you." "River... you're drunk...," I muttered, trying to sober him up even though a small part of me, also full of selfishn