The Second Annual
An Exclusive Bonus Chapter from Unbridled
by Blair Lennox
⚠️ This bonus chapter contains EXPLICIT sexual content and takes place one year after the events of Unbridled. Spoilers ahead.
The last box was books.
Of course the last box was books. We’d unpacked kitchen supplies, bedding, bathroom essentials, framed photographs, and the entire contents of two separate apartments into one shared space above a bookstore, and the final carton sitting in the middle of our living room floor contained approximately thirty romance novels that Zadie had selected for the new bedroom shelf.
“These are curated,” she said, slicing the packing tape with a box cutter. “A carefully chosen library for the nightstand of two women who are now cohabitating.”
“You curated our bedroom reading.”
“I curate everything. It’s my love language.”
She organized them by emotional register: tender on the left, filthy on the right, and a middle section she labeled “crying then fucking” which she said was the ideal reading trajectory for a Saturday night.
“This one has a scene in a bookstore that I have personally verified is physically possible.”
“Verified how?”
“Extensive professional research. Page one-forty-seven.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m thorough. There’s a difference.”
“I want to christen the bedroom,” she said.
“We christened it last week. And the week before. And during the painting, which is why we had to repaint the south wall.”
“I want inaugural sex. First-night-in-our-home sex.”
“Come here,” I said.
She came.
I straddled her hips and pulled my shirt over my head. Her hands found my waist immediately. She ran her palms up my ribs and cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between her fingers and I arched into her hands and made the sound — the involuntary exhale-moan that I’d spent thirty years suppressing and now let ring through rooms without apology.
“Then earn it.”
Her eyes went dark. She sat up beneath me and kissed my throat while her free hand worked my shorts down. I was bare on her lap, skin against the cotton of her T-shirt.
“You’re still dressed.”
“Make me.”
I grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head. She was bare beneath it. I pushed her flat and kissed down her body.
“I want to try something,” I said. I reached for the nightstand and pulled out the slim black vibrator that had started this whole journey. The one from The Velvet Page.
“I want to use it on you.”
“God, yes.”
I turned it on and pressed it against her hip first. Not where she wanted it. The vibration traveled through her skin and her hips rocked, seeking.
“If you tease me, I will make you regret it later. In specific and creative ways.”
“Promises.” I kissed lower while the vibrator hummed against her inner thigh. She was soaked through her underwear. I pulled them off and she spread her thighs without being asked.
I pressed the vibrator directly against her clit. Her back arched off the mattress. I held it steady while I lowered my mouth to her — my tongue joining the vibrator, licking around the buzzing tip, tasting her fully. I licked in long, slow strokes while the dual stimulation made her entire body shake.
“Inside. I need you inside me. Please.”
I slid two fingers into her and curled forward, finding the spot that made her grab the headboard. I fucked her with my hand while the vibrator worked her clit and my tongue moved in counterpoint. The three points of stimulation converged until her breathing fragmented into raw, wordless sound.
“Come for me. In our bed. In our home.”
She came with a scream she didn’t muffle, her walls clenching around my fingers in waves, her hand in my hair pulling hard, the vibrator still humming through every contraction.
“Holy shit.”
“I can’t feel my legs.”
“Page one-forty-seven. Vibrator and mouth simultaneously.”
“You took notes?”
“Preparation is my love language.”
She didn’t need thirty seconds. She needed twelve.
Zadie rolled on top of me. “My turn. Give me that.”
She took the vibrator. “You used this the first time thinking about me. Tell me what you thought about. Specifically. Use words.”
“I thought about your voice saying tell me. The way the instruction itself turned me on more than anything Camden ever did with his hands.”
The vibrator traced lower. “What else?”
“Your mouth on my neck. I replayed it on a loop. I thought about you inside me. No one had ever touched me and made me feel like they were paying attention.”
“It always mattered. Every sound you made. That was the sexiest thing about you, Della. The bravery.”
She pressed the vibrator against me. The targeted pressure against my clit sent a shockwave through my body.
“I want you inside me while — fuck —”
She slid two fingers inside me without breaking contact. She curled forward and began a slow, deep rhythm. The orgasm assembled piece by piece until it became unsustainable.
“I won’t. I’ve got you.” She whispered against my neck: “Welcome home, Della.”
The orgasm hit like a wall. My body locked, my back arched, contractions violent and rhythmic until I was gasping and had to push her hand away.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too. And I was right about the mattress.”
“Firm. For active people.”
“She asked a question. I gave an honest answer. Item three.”
Later we lay tangled in the destroyed sheets with the window open.
“You’d added something new to the list cabinet,” I said.
“Fourteen: Build a home that smells like her perfume and my tea and the books we’ll read together until we’re too old to see the pages.”
“Item fourteen is my favorite item on the list.”
“All the best things in our story are in the margins.”
“I’m going to add more items. Over the years. Private items. Secrets are things you hide because you’re afraid. Private items are things you keep because they’re sacred.”
“Again?” I whispered.
“I always want.”
“I know. That’s my favorite thing about you.”
Just us. Just home.
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