Attention What If

Chapter 32

POV: Darleen

My body is still humming from the sex last night. My hands still tingle my heart still races. I didn't think I'd ever get to live out that sexual fantasy. I honestly was content with just pretending it didn't exist in my head. But when Skylar asked me what I really wanted, it was the first thing I thought of.

I turn in bed but Skylar isn't there.

I glance at the bedside clock and see it's just past nine in the morning. Officially Christmas. I take in a deep breath and smell bacon. I sit up and grab some clothes, slipping on some underwear and a T-shirt before going to investigate.

Skylar is only in her underwear, and a cooking apron, making breakfast. Instantly my heart rate increases.

Last night, to me, changed everything. She trusted me enough to do that last night. She didn't run away or call me messed up, she trusted me. Just thinking about it has me feeling butterflies in my stomach.

I think I'm in love with her.

Like I thought that before, but last night just set it in stone for me. I love her. I love her so fucking much, it's kind of scary and exciting all at once.

"Darleen," she giggles when she sees me. "You ruined the surprise. I was gonna make you breakfast in bed." She says as she cuts up oranges.

I walk up behind her and pull her into my arms.

She's so warm.

"Morning beasty," she teases.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in before kissing one of the hickeys I left there.

"Morning wifey," I hum.

"How do you feel?" she asks me. "Everything still okay? You're not going to freak out again are you?"

"No." I nuzzle my nose into her neck. "I feel amazing right now."

She giggles.

I snake my hands under the apron and run them slowly up her stomach to her breast.

Her breath hitches in her throat.

I kiss her neck again, and again, and again, pulling her even closer to me. My hips start moving on their own, gyrating against her perfectly plump and round butt. It's probably because she works out so much that her butt is so perfect.

"How am I going to finish prepping breakfast if you don't stop," she says halfheartedly.

"Mmm, fuck, I want you." I moan.

"I can tell," she giggles.

I bite down on her ear and run my hands lower, slipping into her panties.

She gasps at the sudden touch.

"Skylar," I moan as I continue to hump her butt.

"Fuck Darleen, you're turning me on." She moans, dropping the knife in her hand.

I'm so wet I've already soaked through the underwear I have on. God she's so hot, I want her so badly right now.

I pull back a little and untie the apron, she gets the hint and quickly takes it off. She turns to face me and I smash my lips into hers. She moans softly as I tug her closer by the waistband of her panties.

"I'm so hot for you right now," I get out between kisses.

"Darleen, fuck me," she moans.

I lift her up onto the counter, pushing all the cut-up oranges out of the way. Some of them fall into the sink, and some fall to the floor. The knife falls just at my feet and I carefully kick it away.