I swallow. “What’s that?”
“I don’t want Ezra to know. This isn’t about him. It’s about you and me and putting right what should have been two years ago.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Fate. You were meant to break my heart, Holden. I wasn’t all that upset when Ezra confessed about Judy. I was more upset that I never found out what it would be like to kiss you.”
I don’t think twice. I take her hand and pull her onto my lap. I wrap my fingers up in that messy knot on her head and yank her hair free. I comb my fingers through her thick waves as they tumble down her back and I crush my lips to hers.
I wasn’t prepared for this, but fuck me I am going to enjoy it. I’ll show her how damn good it could be with me and she will never go back to him. I won’t fuck her like I said unless she asks me to, but I will damn sure enjoy getting her off.
Chapter 14
Conleigh
I don’t know what I am doing. Maybe I have finally gone off the deep end. I feel reckless. I feel free as Holden ravishes my mouth with his. I never knew how damn good kissing him would feel. I know what Holden is about. We’ll do this, and I will be what I swore I would never be—a notch on his bedpost.
I’m okay with that. It’s what I want. No one will ever hurt me as much as I have hurt myself by believing in the wrong man. Ezra is the wolf in sheep’s clothing and I am an idiot, but that’s okay. Tonight, I will give myself to Holden and set the world right again.
Two years ago, I should have let Holden kiss me. I should have had one night with him. I should have been upset when he never called and then I should have moved on with my life. Maybe Ezra would have fell in love with Bailey and she could have been the girl to give him what he wants in life, the family and white picket fence. The docile wife who stays home while he fucks around and she raises their kids. Because that is what Bailey wants. A marriage and kids…the house…the American dream. Maybe I am just drunk and will regret this tomorrow. Maybe my logic is fucked up but right now it is how I feel. Maybe I need to get Holden out of my system. Maybe he needs to get me out of his just as badly.
His tongue sweeps against mine, tasting and teasing. He’s a divine kisser. His large hands cup my ass as I straddle him. His beard rubs against me creating a delicious friction. Ezra’s face is always baby butt smooth. I push thoughts of him away. He doesn’t get a part in this. This has nothing to do with revenge. I lied, it has everything to do with Holden and me.
I rock into him, needing so much more than I am getting. I want him to make me forget this day. He moves his lips along my jaw, searing a trail down my neck. I go for his shirt, wanting to feel that sexy, muscular body pressed against mine.
His tongue flicks against my ear. “Slow down. If this is all I will ever have of you, I want to take my time.”
I shudder as he lifts me with him as he goes to stand. His erection presses against me. He’s so damn hard.
“Take me to your bed.” I can’t do this in the bed I share with Ezra.
He grunts his agreement and carries me down the hall as I cradle my arms around his thick neck. Words aren’t needed. Our bodies are doing the talking.
He places me on the edge of his bed, goes down on his knees, and so slowly places a single kiss on my right thigh. His fingers go to the top of my sock as he eases the cotton down my calf, trailing the path with his tongue. My panties are soaked as his whiskers prick my legs.
He continues to do the same with my other leg, only this time he kisses his way up my left thigh. My fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer to me. His palms are braced on my thighs as he moves his fingers up further, edging along the seam of my panties.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked. Get these shorts off. I want to see your glorious pussy. I want to see all of you.”
I don’t hesitate and lean back on my elbows, giving him access to remove the booty shorts I love to sleepin. Holden shimmies them off and I lift my shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“Now you. I want to see you too, Holden.”
He smiles at me, a smile that could outshine the sun. He really is a gorgeous specimen of a man and tonight, for just tonight, he belongs to me. I’ve not been with anyone other than Ezra. I know it sounds kinda lame that he was my first and at times I thought he would be my last. Maybe he will be, and Holden can be my in between.
He comes down over me on the bed, supporting his weight with his forearms. He gazes into my eyes and my heart skips a beat. Holden isn’t looking at me like a woman he wants to fuck. He is staring at me like I am the only woman in the world, the woman he loves. That can’t be though. He isn’t supposed to care about me. I don’t want Holden to be in love with me, because deep down somewhere deep within me, I know that just maybe I might love him too. I don’t even know how or when, it’s just something I feel, but can’t bring myself to think about right now. Not when his fingers are working on ripping my panties off. And that mouth of his, his mouth is seducing my nipple. Sucking the pebbled skin between his teeth, Holden nibbles gently, until it hardens into a point. He lets go with a popping sound and repeats the motion with the other as he rakes those large hands down my torso. His facial hair scratches across my belly as he works his way down to the heart of my fire. He hasn’t even fingered me, and I am already near climaxing from his torturous lips. Finally, he rubs a languid finger over my clit and proceeds to spread my pussy lips and stare at me.
Those thick, calloused fingers from working in his shop, rub and pet my pussy, spreading my arousal over my heated flesh. Holding up a finger, he licks it clean. “You taste better than I imagined.” I can’t help but blush. Ezra never comments on how good I feel or taste for that matter. It is always about giving him the pleasure he seeks. Holden is taking his sweet time, making this all about me and my needs.
Running my fingers up and under his shirt, I feel his muscles tense and flex as he inserts a finger in me, sliding it in and out at a leisurely pace. Everything in me feels tight with need. I am aching for him to put me out of my misery as his mouth feathers kisses over my hot aching clit, his tongue snaking out and licking me here and there, driving me mad with pleasure. One hand comes back up and plucks at my tender nipples, neither being forgotten or feeling the least bit neglected under his attention.
Holden definitely knows how to please a woman. He laps at my pussy greedily, his licks increasing quickly. His finger thrusts in and out of me in time with his tongue, and I am free falling as tremors rake through my body, exploding in my core. He adds a second finger as his lips cap over my clit, sucking on my tender flesh as he did with my nipples, teasing me with his teeth and tongue.
My hips arch up as my nails dig into his scalp. “Oh fuck, Holden, I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me. Please,” I whimper, the pressure below increases as he scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me and hooking one of the digits until he finds my g-spot, making me orgasm.
Letting go of his hair, my hands fall to the bed as my climax wrecks me completely, turning me into a puddle of goo on his bed. Just when I think he’s finished he comes back at me, licking and sucking my throbbing pussy, taking me further over the edge as I gasp for breath. He licks me from ass to clit, gripping my hips, holding me in place. Though I am not sure I could move if I wanted to.
His fingers pinch my clit and his other hand comes down, smacking my pussy. I moan both shocked and loving the way he is dominating my body, knowing exactly what I need to keep riding the wave of desire.
“Your pussy is all swollen and pretty for me, Conleigh,” he says, gazing up at me through hooded eyes.
“Please, Holden, I want you inside me. I’m on fire.” I am too, I am burning. It feels as though someone is raking a hot poker over every nerve ending in my body and the only way the sweet agony will stop is if he gives in and fucks me.
He wipes his mouth on the comforter, grinning at me before coming up to kiss me, and I can taste myself on his tongue and it’s s
o fucking sexy. And now I want nothing more than to have his taste mixed with mine. He stands up to remove his clothes, finally revealing that lean body I have been aching to touch and see.
Chapter 15
Holden
Staring down at Conleigh, she is spread out on my bed, her pussy is swollen and pulsing with satisfaction and need. She has asked me twice now to fuck her and I can’t hold back any longer. I’ve wanted nothing more than to sink balls deep inside her since the first time I saw her. Even if I only have her this one time it will be worth it in the end. I know I already sealed the fate of my friendship with Ezra the moment I kissed her. Hell, I was a goner the first time I ever laid eyes on her and I thought I was doing the right thing by stepping back, but ever since she moved in, I can’t stop thinking about her. She consumes my every waking breath and thought. God, I love her. I know that now. I’ll do anything to make her happy even if it means letting her go a second time, but right now I am going to be relishing in owning her body. Even if it’s only for tonight, she belongs to me. Even if it costs me my friendship with Ezra.
Conleigh smiles up at me as I take my shoes off, followed by stripping out of my jeans, and tugging my shirt over the back of my head. She licks her lips as my cock juts out, proud and weeping at the head. Kicking my discarded clothing to the side, I move toward her.
As I get closer, she comes up on her knees as though she is worshipping me. “You’ve had me on your tongue, now it’s my turn, Holden. I want to taste you.” Her slender fingers reach out to stroke me, and I tremble under her soft but fiery touch.
More precum beads at the head of my dick and this beautiful woman dips her head down and licks it off. Fuck me. My balls tighten, and her fingers work up and down the length of my shaft as I grow hard as steel. I can’t take it. Her dainty tongue wraps around my heated skin, licking and caressing me eagerly.
If she keeps this up I am going to damn near explode. As much as it pains me to stop her, I need to. I want to fill her sweet cunt with my cum. I want to mark her. I want to ruin her for any other man, anyone who isn’t me. Tomorrow, when this ends, I want her body and her heart to remember where I have been. I want her to feel me with every step she takes. I hope her body aches and cries for my touch for the rest of her life.
Grabbing her face, I ease her mouth back and look deep into her eyes. “As much as I am enjoying this, I want to be buried in your pussy with your legs wrapped around me, feet digging in my ass, nails clawing at my back when I get off.”
Gently, I push back on her shoulder, guiding her onto the bed as I cover her taut little body with mine. Conleigh’s lips find mine as I spread her thighs and ease inside her delicious inch by inch. She is so damn tight, squeezing me hard as her muscles clench around me, keeping me from sliding further in. Her silky heat tightens and contracts as I settle between her legs and kiss her like there is no tomorrow.
Just like I wanted, the balls of her feet dig into my lower back as her nails scratch down my back. Circling my hips nice and slow, I take my time relishing in how damn good she feels. Her gaze captures mine and this is far from fucking. I hold her stare until she breaks away.
“Don’t look at me like that, Holden.”
“Like what?”
“Like that. You have this dopey expression on your face.”
“What’s wrong with dopey?”
“You’re looking at me like you…
“Like I what?” I thrust, and she moans.
“Like you love me.”
“Would that be so terrible?” I push deeper and deeper until I feel like I am about to hit the walls of her stomach I am so fucking deep.
“It would ruin everything,” she whispers, and a tear slides down her face.
“Want me to treat you like a meaningless fuck?”
“No. I don’t know. Maybe,” she says, her voice soft and meek…almost ashamed.
“Fine,” I grit, pulling out. “Turn over.”
Conleigh flips to her stomach without a word.
Putting a hand under her stomach, I pull her up on all fours. She looks back at me over her shoulder and bats her fucking lashes like a sex kitten and it pisses me off.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I growl.
“What? Why?”
“Because, I don’t like it. You probably look at Ezra like that, and I’d like to think you aren’t thinking about him right now.”
“I wasn’t until you just said his name. Maybe we should just stop this,” she suggests.
“Do you want me to stop, sweetheart? You say the words and I will. I’ll go back to the bar and find someone who wants to be with me.” I pause. “I hate knowing you share a bed with him. I hate knowing he gets to hold you at night.”
“He doesn’t. He doesn’t hold me. I feel like I am sleeping next to a stranger. I want… I wish it were you lying next to me,” she confesses, and I slam into her without mercy and I take. I take what I want, and I take what she gives as she pushes back against me.
My hand comes down and slaps her ass, hard. I give it to her fast and rough, pulling her hair, biting her shoulder. I keep pounding into her tight little pussy that is curving to take my dick like we are a perfect motherfucking fit. I don’t stop until I am cumming deep in her as she trembles beneath me. Afterwards, I collapse on the bed next to her in a sweaty heap as she runs her fingers across my chest, tugging here and there at the small patches of hair.
She’s quiet. Too quiet as I hold her against me, rubbing her back and kissing her softly. The front door slams shut and Conleigh goes deathly still. “Do you want me to make him leave?”
She shakes her head and blows out a heated breath. “Tell him…tell him I’m not here.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I don’t want to see him right now. Especially after we…”
“Fucked,” I finish for her. “You’re gonna take him back, aren’t you?”
She looks away from me and my stomach bottoms out. I finally have her and she doesn’t want me. It hurts just as I knew it would, but I wasn’t expecting it to hurt so bad that I feel like I can’t breathe, that I want to punch the walls, and tell her to get the fuck out and never look back, but I don’t. I squeeze her tighter and kiss her once more. I’m not ready to let her go. I’m not sure I can walk away this time. I sure as hell don’t want to.
“I don’t know, Holden,” she cries, appearing panicked. “You don’t even know me. Not really. We just fucked.”
“I know that you love butterflies because when you were a little girl your dad used to take you to the butterfly garden. They remind you of him, before everything went wrong in his life. I know you always scrape the bottom of your yogurt with your spoon. It drives me crazy, that sound. But when you are running late and skip eating breakfast, I miss it. I know you cry when the save the animals commercials air on late night TV. I know what makes you tick. I know you love it when I breathe on your neck.”
“Holden…” she pleads.
“I’m not finished. I love the way you wear those goddamned socks. It drives me mad the way you fidget with them, tugging them up and down your silky legs. It makes me harder than a fucking rock. I love watching you twist your hair into a bun and then cursing when it falls to the side. Most of all, I love the way your eyes light up when you say my name, and the way your mouth tugs into a smile, even though you are trying to fight it. You don’t want me to know these things because the way you feel about me…baby, that’s real deep shit. It scares you, because you know if I have you…if I have your heart—I’m gonna own it. You’re scared that I will be like your dad. That I will somehow fuck everything up. And I am gonna tell you right now, Con. I will screw up, a lot. I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. It cuts me deep in my bones. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. You have consumed my every waking thought, since you came into my life. It took you choosing him right now for me to realize that I have loved you since I met you.”
“Holden, please.”
“I’m not gonna stop loving you. Not ever. You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you. I was too blind to really see it, but deep down, Conleigh.” I hold my hand to her heart. “You feel that, deep down in there and you know it. You love me too.”
“Conleigh, are you here?” Ezra’s hand smacks against the wall in the hallway. “If you fucked her, Holden, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you both.”
“What do you want me to do, Conleigh? You name it, I’ll do it.”
“I don’t know, Holden. I don’t know.” Tears well up in her eyes as Ezra bangs his fist on my bedroom door and jiggles the handle.
Part 2
Chapter 16
Conleigh
Opening my eyes, I yawn, feeling stiff. My eyes are puffy and tender as I wipe away the remnants of my tears from the creases. A heavy, warm body presses against mine and I smile, Holden. Rolling to my left, I grin as he lightly snores, and I rub my fingers along the small patches of hair that dusts his chest. He smiles softly as he opens his stormy eyes. I nuzzle closer to him as he whispers, “Mornin’.”
A hand slides along my hip, but it’s coming from the wrong direction to belong to Holden, and I freeze as another warm body presses against my backside. “Good morning, you filthy whore.” Ezra bites down on the shell of my ear.
“She is a dirty girl,” Holden teases, joining him in a laugh.
I jerk up in bed as tears sting my eyes, clutching a sheet to my chest. I look around the room feeling disoriented. My pulse is throbbing in my throat.
I see a familiar poster on the wall of a skull and roses.
“Hey, you okay?” I hear Bailey ask, concern etched on her face.
Relief washes over me, I am at the dorm with my best friend. I look to either side instantly calming seeing both sides of the bed I occupy are vacant.
“Bad dream,” I say, breathing out, still feeling the aftershock of my nightmare.
“You ready to tell me why Holden carried you into the room last night and why I saw him kissing your forehead as he placed you on the bed?”
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