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by Heather Slade

“In my bag.”

  “Don’t go anywhere.”

  Blanca laughed. “You neither.”

  I grabbed her bag from the other room and switched off the lights. When I came back, Blanca was standing at the side of the bed. Naked.

  20

  Blanca

  Montano dropped my bag with enough of a thud that, for a split second, I wondered if my laptop was okay. All thoughts of anything other than the man stalking toward me left my head.

  “You…are…a…goddess,” he moaned, standing in front of me and taking in every inch of my nakedness. He kissed my lips, my cheek, and down my neck before dropping to his knees in front of me.

  Part of me expected him to leave or at least protest, but he did neither. He teased the nipple of one breast while his mouth toyed with the other. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me as close to him as I could get. He gave each breast equal attention before trailing his lips down the center of my body. With his free hand, he spread my legs and parted my folds with his tongue.

  My fingers wove into his hair, helping me keep my balance as his mouth ravished my pussy. When I felt his long, thick finger breach my opening, I cried out, bending at the waist and moving my hands to his back.

  I didn’t have to plead or beg. Montano seemed to know exactly when I needed more and what of. When he added a second finger and the stiff tip of his tongue circled my clit, an orgasm tore through my body that I felt from the top of my head to my toes.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned, my knees going weak.

  “Get on the bed.”

  “Not until you’re naked too.”

  Montano smiled, pulled his shirt over his head in one swoop, and dropped his pants. I reached for his cock, but he grabbed my wrist before I could wrap my hand around it.

  “You aren’t going to let me touch you?”

  “Oh, yeah, you’re going to touch me, angel. But not until I let you.”

  “You’re mean.” When I stuck out my lower lip, Montano nipped it.

  “You started this your way; I’m going to finish it mine.”

  Since the first thing he did upon finding me naked was give me pleasure, I decided it would be in my best interest to do things his way.

  “On your stomach.”

  God, that growly voice of his put me right back on the brink of another climax. Or maybe it was the electrical current that flowed between our two bodies from the first moment we met. He’d asked me more than once if I’d felt the connection between us, and I sure as hell had.

  He straddled my body so his hardness rested between the cheeks of my ass, but instinctively, I knew not to move, to take all the pleasure this man wanted to give me and not try to do anything to rush him.

  When he moved my hair from my neck and scattered kisses down my spine, my body broke out in chill bumps and I shuddered. I could tell that brought a smile to his face.

  I giggled when he bit first one and then the other cheek of my ass, and mewled in pleasure when I felt his finger thrust into my pussy. He held me still as he brought me to my second orgasm, this time with the fingers of his other hand pinching my clit.

  “I knew it would be like this,” I heard him murmur. “You’re so responsive to me.”

  “Will you let me touch you now?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.

  “I don’t know. I’m still enjoying having my way with you.”

  Once again, Montano was every woman’s ideal, more concerned with my pleasure than his own. The last person I wanted to think about was Sofia, but I couldn’t help but wonder why she wouldn’t have held onto this man forever.

  As he made his way up my body, he kissed my side which, of course, was ticklish. When I squirmed and giggled, he used his tongue, which made me squirm and giggle more.

  “I love your body,” he whispered when his lips reached my neck.

  I felt my muscles tense, unable to control the reflex brought on by his words. I expected him to roll away, but he did the opposite. He flipped me over and rested between my legs, holding his weight off my torso with his powerful arm.

  “I love your body, Blanca.”

  “I would love to explore your body, Montano.”

  “I’m not going to let you get away with ignoring what I just said to you or your initial reaction to it.”

  “Really, it’s fine to forget all about it. My reaction, that is.”

  Montano shook his head slowly. “I love your body, Blanca.”

  “Thank you.”

  “There are no memories in this room with us today.”

  I turned my head away. “We don’t have to do this.”

  “We absolutely do.”

  “Montano, please. I don’t want to talk about my sister when we are naked, bodies pressed together.”

  “You think I wanna talk about your sister?” He winked and I smiled. “It’s you and me in this room. It’s your body I can’t get enough of, but more importantly, it’s you, Blanca, that I can’t get enough of. Someone told me once that when it’s right, it’s easy.”

  I smirked. “You think I’m easy?”

  “See? That’s what I mean. Even when we have something tough to talk about, we can smile through it. Make each other laugh, put each other at ease.”

  He was right. It was so easy to be with him. When I freaked out about him going to the camp without me, it was more that I didn’t want to be here without him. It wasn’t only that he made me feel safe. I would just miss him.

  “That’s better,” he said, right before he brought his lips to mine. “Your body is softening, letting me sink into you. I’m going to say something, and I want you to promise me you’ll remember I’m saying this to you.”

  “Okay.”

  “No one’s body has ever felt as good to me as yours does.”

  “No one’s has felt as good as yours either.”

  “See how easy that was?”

  I looked into his eyes. “Can it really be this simple? Is it really possible to find someone who you can’t find anything wrong with? I write it into my books, but can it actually happen in real life?”

  He shifted his body so he was next to me, leaving me chilled. Within seconds—of course—he covered us both with a quilt.

  “I’m ruining the sexy moment, aren’t I?”

  “I’m not going anywhere, angel. I just didn’t want to crush you when my arm went to sleep.”

  “You’re too perfect to be real.”

  “Far, far from it.”

  I turned on my side and propped my head on my hand. “So, that was all about my pleasure? Nothing for you?”

  “You’re crazy if you think I didn’t enjoy myself.”

  “But don’t you want…more?” I trailed my fingers down the side of his body, but for the second time, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

  “There is something I want,” he said, turning to face me.

  “What?”

  “I want us to write a sex scene for your book together.”

  I shuddered when a zing of pleasure went straight from his words to my pussy. “Oh my God, I almost had another orgasm just then.”

  “See?” he said like he had earlier. “It would be hot, right?”

  “Scorchingly so.”

  “There’s just one thing. I don’t know what fancy words you use to write this stuff, but it has to be a scene where they both experience outrageous pleasure but without having intercourse.”

  I raised a brow. “Why not?”

  “Because they aren’t ready to take that step.”

  I rolled my eyes and sat up. “How do you want to do this?”

  “I have no idea. You’re the writer.”

  “Okay, then, I’ll write the woman’s point of view, and you write the man’s.”

  “Couldn’t I just tell you, and you do the writing? If I do it, it’ll sound stupid.”

  “There isn’t a writer alive who hasn’t thought that, writing their first sex scene. Or their one hundredth.”

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  Blanca got off the bed and pulled her laptop out of the bag that I’d dropped on the floor when I walked in and found her naked.

  “Did I break it?”

  When she got back on the bed and opened the lid, I was relieved to see the screen light up.

  “I’m going to write my part, and then we’ll do yours.”

  “Oh.”

  “You can read over my shoulder if you want.”

  “I want.” As I watched, Blanca wrote in exact order and detail, everything I had just done to her, but in a way that made it sound so fucking sexy I had to grab my cock.

  “Oh no, you don’t,” she said, grabbing my wrist like I’d done to her. “If I can’t touch it, neither can you.”

  If I weren’t so turned on I couldn’t think, I might’ve laughed. Right now, though, I needed someone to touch my cock. I wriggled my wrist out of her clutches. “Put your hand around it, but just for, like, thirty seconds. Give it a hard squeeze.”

  “Are you writing your part now?”

  “God, that sounded awful, didn’t it? No, wait. Let me start again. But now you can’t touch me yet.”

  “Before we go any further, answer me this. Will I ever get to touch you?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Good. Now let’s get started.”

  “How?”

  “Close your eyes and imagine everything our heroine would do to our hero that would bring him outrageous pleasure.”

  I loved that Blanca used the words I had.

  “Let me read yours again just to get my mind in the right place.”

  She rolled her eyes but handed me her laptop.

  “How about this? What if I write it, and then you fix it?”

  “We can give that a try. Just try not to overthink it. We’ll consider this a first draft.”

  I typed out the absolute most rudimentary, ridiculous sentences, referencing her words over and over again. By the time the hero got off, I was close to it myself, and that was without either of us touching my cock.

  “Ready to let me read it?”

  “Maybe. I don’t know. Give me a minute.” I read it over again, all the while imagining that whatever the woman did to the guy was really Blanca doing it to me. I took a deep breath when I finished and handed her the laptop. The second I did, I wanted to grab it back.

  She closed the lid and turned her body to face me. “I want you to know that what you’re feeling right now is the same way I feel whenever I let the first person read something I’ve just written.”

  “Terrified?”

  She smiled. “Absolutely. But more like I just ripped my chest open and invited someone to stomp all over my heart.”

  I couldn’t help but rub my chest. “Ouch.”

  “It usually doesn’t hurt. Unless what I’ve written is crap. But that’s the level of vulnerability.”

  “Shit,” I muttered, shaking my head. “How do you keep doing it?”

  “That’s a good question. Mainly because I can’t not do it. If that makes sense. I have to write. At least for now. I’m not sure I’ll always feel that way, but if I go too long without doing it, my fingers hurt.”

  “Seriously?”

  She shrugged. “That’s the best way I can put it.” Blanca put her hands on the laptop and looked into my eyes. “Ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be.”

  I read while she did. When she squirmed and mewled, I took it as a good sign. When she brought her own hand to her breast and toyed with her nipple, almost absentmindedly, I wanted to rip the laptop out of her hands and fuck her senseless.

  “This is good,” she said, not taking her eyes off the screen. “I really like this part.”

  “Which part?”

  Instead of pointing to the screen, she moved it out of my grasp and closed it. “What we need to do now is make sure this would all work in real life.”

  “God, I was hoping you’d say that.”

  After setting the laptop on the floor, Blanca tore the quilt that covered our bodies away.

  “Hmm, let me see if I can remember how this went.” She straddled me, and I could feel the wet heat of her pussy on my stomach. She raised both my arms. “Hands here, and do not let go,” she said as I gripped the headboard. “If you do, I’ll stop.”

  I swear my eyes rolled back in my head when she improvised that part.

  “You don’t mind if I edit a bit as we go, do you?”

  I shook my head, unable to speak.

  Just like I’d written, Blanca brought her mouth to mine and kissed me hard, angling her head and thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I could feel her nipples harden when her breasts brushed my chest.

  She moved from my mouth to my neck and put her tongue in my ear. The reason I’d added it to what I wrote was because the first woman I ever kissed had done that to me and I fucking loved it.

  Moving down my body, Blanca flicked my nipple with her tongue while the index finger of her other hand swirled around the areola of the other. When she scooted down a little more and her wetness brushed against my cock, I thought about changing the rules I’d put into place. If she positioned herself to take me inside her, I wouldn’t last even a minute.

  Instead, she continued acting out my words. The anticipation of knowing what she was about to do was mind-blowing. When she swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock, I clutched the rails of the headboard, so thankful she’d given me something to hold onto.

  When she took me into her mouth, I was sure I’d finally died and gone to heaven. As if she were following a script, Blanca cupped my balls and looked up at me. When my eyes met hers, I spoke the words I’d written. “Deeper, angel.”

  When she took me into her throat, I moved my hands to her hair. “Blanca, baby, stop.”

  She shook her head. My back arched, and I groaned, my cock pulsing inside her mouth.

  The entirety of my body shook as I came down from the outrageous pleasure she’d given me.

  “God-all-fucking-mighty.” I rested my head against the pillow and wove my fingers in her hair. She licked her way back up my body and brought her mouth to mine. I gripped the side of her face and kissed her with more passion than I’d ever kissed anyone. “That was incredible.”

  She smiled. “You wrote it. I think it worked pretty well.”

  “That was about a thousand times better than what I wrote. Damn, how do you write that stuff and not…you know…do something about it?”

  She laughed. “Most of the time, I’m anxious just to get through it, if you want to know the truth. I’m also imagining characters in my head, not myself, and that makes it very different.”

  “How is it different? Aren’t your characters just an extension of you?”

  She cocked her head. “How would that work with the guys?”

  I laughed. “Right. I guess it wouldn’t.”

  “It isn’t the case with the women either. I mean, all my characters are different. I tell their stories, not my own.”

  “Are you saying your real-life sex life isn’t racier than the Fifty Shades stuff?”

  “My real-life sex life has been lacking.”

  That made me a damned happy asshole. I reached out and covered her breast with my hand. Before I could do the same with my mouth, she scooted away from me.

  “If you start again, I’m not going to be happy when you stop.” She twined her fingers with mine. “I know that if we did have ‘intercourse’ as you put it, I would regret it. I understand everything you’ve said about both of us not being ready for that. But I can’t lie, Montano; I’ve never wanted a man more than I want you.”

  “Do you want me to sleep in the other room?” I asked.

  “Would you rather I did?”

  “Hell, no.”

  “Same. Besides, isn’t it, like, six in the evening?”

  I looked over my shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. “Five thirty.”

  “Is there any of that food left from last night?”
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  “I’m sorry, angel, I snacked on most of it. There might be some bread and cheese left. On the other hand, there’s still stuff on the menu we didn’t order last night.”

  “You better handle the ordering this time so I don’t overdo it quite so much.”

  I don’t know if it was because I was starving or I just wanted to make Blanca feel better about the night before, but I ordered just as much food as she had, plus dessert.

  22

  Blanca

  I waited until Montano’s mouth was full before saying the thing I’d been holding in since we sat down to eat. “I need to ask you something that will probably be difficult for you to answer, but I have to do it anyway.”

  Montano’s eyes scrunched, and he continued chewing on a forkful of Wagyu beef tartare. “Okay,” he muttered before taking a second bite.

  “You’re kinda the perfect guy.”

  He smiled. “What’s with the ‘kinda’ shit, angel?”

  I laughed. “Okay. The perfect guy.”

  “Should I wait for your question, or am I good to move on to the next course?” He was eyeing the roasted beet salad I’d been drooling over.

  I mean, how could I not? Beets on top of baby greens with orange and grapefruit segments, drunken goat cheese—whatever that was—and an apple-balsamic dressing.

  “Blanca? Question?” he asked, setting his fork on the side of his plate.

  “When I asked this before, you said you wouldn’t answer, because Sofia wasn’t here to tell her side of the story, but I just can’t understand how she let you go.”

  I watched while he thought about what I’d just said, wondering if he’d make a joke about it.

  He took a deep breath and leaned forward, resting his arm on the table. “That first day when you ‘accidentally’ showed up on Thanksgiving?”

  I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Yes.”

  “You said something about how I might’ve been your brother-in-law.”

  “I remember.”

  “I said I wouldn’t have been.”

  I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. I’d been stunned by his quick and emphatic response.

 

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