FoA S3 Chapter 21

The sun is setting. Red and purple light falls through Riley’s open curtains, over the clothes on the floor and your bare bodies on her white sheets. She lies on her side and you’re behind her. Riley’s soft sighs and the whispers of the sheets are the only sound.

A part of you feels shy, as though it’s your first time. You’ve never done it so slowly and tenderly before. She’s so tight that you don’t dare speed up, or you won’t last, not that you’re thinking about that as you tilt her face with one finger so you can kiss her. You never want to stop kissing her, but it has to end when you groan and press your face against hers as your hips shudder and you gush inside her for what feels like forever.

She’s planting light kisses on your face as you come down, but she can’t keep that up when you give her a reach around. She squirms in your arms for only a moment before letting out a girlish little cry and spurting her load onto the sheets.

Fifteen minutes later the room is much dimmer; the red light is fading. You’re still inside her, and her slim body is still snug in your arms. You’re in danger of falling asleep. You should get back home in case someone from the club comes by, but you aren’t about to move from this spot.

You’re just drifting off when Riley speaks up. You thought she was already asleep.

“I was worried,” she admits quietly.

“Hmm?” you reply, breathing in the scent of her hair.

One of her hands is on your arm, and her fingers lightly stroke your firm bicep.

“You know. I was worried that you were doing crime stuff,” she says, sounding embarrassed. “When you didn’t text me back.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, and it hurts how much you mean it. You have to stop kidding yourself. Riley isn’t just another girl. There’s something about her. Almost dying. Vicky getting shot. Being rescued by Fang. It’s overwhelming. You hold Riley tighter, like she’s a life preserver in the ocean. Maybe you need to start asking yourself what’s really important. Being executed by a dirty cop in the swamp? You love the club, but is it worth that? When you could be here with Riley like this?

“But it’s not like that,” she says after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“It’s not like the TV shows and stuff. It’s just vibrators.” She pats your arm. “Right, baby?”

“Right,” you say.

[ End of Season 3 ]