Let Them In (Book 3.0) -INTERSEX

Chapter 22

Hope

"Damn, Iris," I gasp, trying to catch my breath as she lays against my chest, her heartbeat syncing with mine.

She starts giggling, "Can you believe we waited a whole month for this?"

"I know, and now I can't get enough of you," I whisper into her damp hair, our scents mingling together. For the past five days, ever since our first time together, it's been nonstop. New Year's Eve is today, and my parents have graciously offered to watch Imani so Iris and I can have some alone time before we go to the family party tonight for the countdown.

Our time together has been an intoxicating whirlwind of pleasure. A never-ending cycle of food, sex, showers, and barely any sleep, only to wake up and do it all again. It feels like we're bound to this bed, the hunger between us insatiable. But Iris craves more than just the bedroom; she wants to explore and take me in every corner of the condo. The couch, the kitchen table, the shower – she even tried to please me in the car on our way to the store. I never thought monogamy could be this thrilling or I'd ever meet someone as addicted to sex as I am. But with Iris, I've met my match.

Her lips press against my chest, pulling me from my thoughts as she trails kisses up to my jaw. "I can't get enough of you either," she mutters against my lips. Playfully, I tickle her side, and her laughter fills the room before I lean over to my nightstand.

I grab a blunt that has been stashed there for a few days. Her eyes widen with excitement as she snatches it from me and inspects it. She takes a whiff, dragging it along her nose before tossing herself back onto the bed, clutching the sheet, and giggling. I don't always smoke, but I find it's a fitting reward when I'm in a good mood.

"Where in the world did you get this?"

I shrug, lying down beside her, "My dad." I smirk.

"Rayden?" she asks, shocked.

I take the blunt back, placing it between my lips, "Mhmmm."

She narrows her eyes, "And where did she get it from?"

I flick the lighter on, igniting the end of the blunt, "Her dad."

Her mouth drops open, even more surprised, "Alexandria?" She questions, sitting up and staring down at me.

I drag on the blunt and hold it in my lungs before slowly releasing the smoke into the air above us, "Mhmm." I lick my lips and gently place the bud between hers, to which she gladly accepts. She skillfully takes a drag and releases it before throwing herself back down. "Oh, so you aren't new to this, are you, Bambi?"

She chuckles, shaking her head, and passes it back. "No, I told you already. I dabbled a little with it in high school."

"Dabble? Hmm, looks a little more than just dabbled." She shrugs, not giving away any more details about her past high school days.

A comfortable silence settles between us; no words are needed to find solace in each other's company. My nails trace along her back and into her hair. I move a strand behind her ear as she rests her head on her arms, lying over my chest. She gives me a look that I can't quite put my finger on, but those doe eyes just draw me in deeper.

"Hope?" I hum a response, "Have you been like this with anyone else? Like... nonstop sex with the same person. All these feelings you have for them are just there... and you pray that you never lose them."

Tracing the curve of her spine, I draw circles as I ponder my answer. "No, never," I admit; she lays her head back down. But I quickly grasp her chin, "That is, until I met you, Iris." Her lips curve into a tentative smile. "Have you?" I ask, my heart tightening in my chest.