by Hart, Cary
Her.
Here.
In my bed.
“Is everything okay?” Clover worries her bottom lip.
“More than okay.” I take my sweet-ass time appreciating how fucking perfect she is. Golden blond hair frames her gorgeous face. Ocean blue eyes hold me captive. Those perfect pink kissable lips are all mine.
“I was hoping you were going to say that.” Clover arches her brow, a wicked gleam in her eye as she reaches up and unclasps her bra—the same fucking one from my dream.
Pink. Mine.
“And I was hoping you were going to do that.” I moan as she pulls the straps down, giving me my own little peep show.
“Really?” Clover covers her breasts as she tosses her bra to the floor.
I nod. Seeing clover splayed out on my bed—naked—offering herself to me is an agony I’m willing to endure. This moment is everything I never knew I wanted. Clover Kelly is my endgame.
Clover bites her bottom lip as she runs her eyes down my jean-clad thighs. Her eyes widen noticing the bulge straining against the fabric.
“There is nothing more that I want in this moment.”
“Mmm.” She nods her appreciation as she shifts on the bed, the friction giving her a temporary relief I will satisfy.
“Fuck,” I mumble. I tasted her, now it’s time to feel her hands on me.
Exploring.
Teasing.
Clawing.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room before stopping at the foot of the bed, and just like the in the dream, I ask her for what I want. “Touch me.”
Fuck the dream. Real life is so much better.
She leans forward, and her hands glide over my lower stomach, my muscles clenching in response. A hiss leaves my mouth as she continues to explore my body. Her hands stop on my jeans, and she looks up at me. I nod.
I’ve never wanted anything more.
She unbuckles my belt and sets me free.
“It wasn’t a Google Dick!” she screams. Her eyes pop wide and her jaw drops. “Oh. My. Gawd! Austin, it was really you?”
“I prefer the other name you called it.” I play dumb, running my thumb along my chin. “What was it? Porn peen?”
She slaps my chest. “Stop being so weird.”
“I’m not; this is me,” I remind her, pulling her to me. The amusement in her eyes is replaced with desire. “This is us.”
Her lips are like fire as she kisses her way up my chest until she’s up on her knees, kneeling in front of me. She places one gentle kiss to my lips before climbing off the bed and walking around me—naked.
She’s like a fucking tigress on the prowl. Her fingertips never leave my body as she stalks around me. She’s curious, but not hesitant. And for that, I’m grateful.
That fucker Jeffrey never let her take the lead, and it made her doubt herself. I’m glad I get to be the one to show her how it’s supposed to be. And not just in the bedroom.
Her hands reach around from behind and caress my chest. Her breathing is heavy, tickling my back. She moves lower, and lower, holding her breath as she takes me into her hand and strokes me.
Once.
Twice.
I can’t take it.
I turn around and lift her into my arms as my mouth crashes against hers once more. I lay her back on the mattress, gently this time, and prepare to give her everything I am.
She thinks she’s about to get lucky, but I’m the lucky one.
Settling between her legs, I massage my hands up her thighs, then drag my finger through her slick folds. Touching her doesn’t compare to tasting to her. But I need to get her ready—I need to conquer her like I’m making up for lost time.
“Mmm,” she breathes, and I almost collapse.
I can’t wait another second to be inside her. Just the sight of her in my bed coming undone with a single touch will have me blowing my load like a teenage boy on prom night.
Adding another finger, I circle her opening as she reaches her arms around and claws at my back.
“Austin! Oh—” she cries out. I continue teasing her, and myself, until she’s dripping for me.
Now comes the part that matters most: her safety. I know she’s on the pill, but I want her to feel safe. To trust me.
She looks up as I hesitate. “Austin?”
“I’ve never been with anyone without protection.”
She smiles up at me, her eyes hooded with lust.
“I want to feel you. All of you.”
“I’m on the pill,” she whispers.
“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“I trust you.” her hands frame my face, “With my body and my heart.”
The combination of her words and the way she licks her lips is all I need. “You ready?”
“More than. I want this. I want you.” She snakes her arms around my neck and pulls me down. “Kiss me,” she breathes.
I crash my mouth to hers. Our tongues tangle, our moans silenced, she consumes me.
“Clover,” I hiss.
She whimpers as her legs fall open, inviting me in. I tease us both, sliding my throbbing cock through her folds. Back and forth, again and again, until her eyes close and her hands wrap around my ass, trying to get closer.
Just the tip is too much. But I need more. I need her.
“Clo, look at me, baby,” I whisper.
She opens her eyes just as I drive all the way in, my eyes locked on hers as I thrust. A gasp leaves her throat, and a moan rumbles in my chest.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” It’s a simple, satisfying reply.
Slow, steady pumps allow me to learn her body. To claim it.
Pump—You.
Pump—Are.
Pump—Mine.
Our lips fuse, and we breathe moans back and forth. The pressure is building at the base of my spine and no words can describe what I’m feeling.
“More!” she cries out, and I pick up the pace. “So close.” Her lustful voice fills the air.
“God, Clover!” I grunt, sweat building on my brow.
Faster!
Harder!
Deeper!
More!
Demands she cries out in the throes of passion—and I fulfill every one as she fulfills every fantasy I never knew I had.
“Austin! Now!” her voice calls out.
“Me too, babe. Me too!” I silence her cries and drink in her moans as I lose myself in her. My best friend. We both come together—just like it should be.
After a couple moments of dizzying aftershocks, I fall to the mattress and flip us, taking her with me.
“Wow.” She sighs.
“Yeah.” I catch my breath before adding, “I should have known you would be a screamer.”
She smacks my chest and bursts out laughing, then starts laughing so hard, she’s crying.
“What the fuck?”
She rolls over to her side and looks up at me with her sexy smile and wild hair falling. “That is so much better than my super-duper handy friend, Bob.”
“It better be!” I warn her. “Because you’re mine now. This wasn’t a one-time thing.”
“You don’t own me,” she huffs out, but she’s still smiling.
“Wanna bet?” I lean forward, dropping my hand farther south to tease her.
“Okay,” she moans as I massage her, her hips bucking in response.
“Thought so.” I laugh, pulling back my hand, and she groans in frustration.
“How’d I get so lucky?” She smiles and reaches for me.
“You’re about to—if you keep touching me like that. Again and again and again.”
“I hope that’s a promise.”
“It is.”
Now that I know what it’s like, what we are like, I can’t believe this didn’t happen sooner. How could I have known I wouldn’t have to choose between sex and my best friend?
I can have both.
CHAPTER 29
CLOVER
Getting lucky was a phrase I could barely say without blushing, but after last night, I feel like I could shout it from Austin Montgomery’s forty-ninth story apartment balcony.
That’s right. This good girl didn’t finish first, but she did get laid! Again, and again, and again. Did I mention it happened to be with my best friend, who happens to be a guy—and really freakin’ hot? Because he is and—He’s. All. Mine.
“Hey you.” Austin stirs beside me, interrupting my internal high-five moment. “Did you sleep good?” A lazy smile stretches across his lips, and my pulse thrums.
“Mm-hmm.” I pull the white cotton sheets up over my mouth to cover the huge grin that has been there since the moment I woke up feeling completely happy and one hundred percent satisfied.
And why wouldn’t I? I just had the best sex of my life with someone who has a penis the size of an eggplant. Okay, maybe not exactly, but it’s still ginormous and extremely satisfying. Austin is so blessed, he should be the mold for all dildos out there. Wait—that would mean I would technically be sharing him with the rest of the world. Nope. I can’t do that. The theme to this story? Austin Montgomery is all mine and always has been. It just took us over fifteen years to get there.
“So?” Austin rolls over to face me. A sexy-as-sin smile creeps up on his face. “Last night?” He reaches over and hooks the top of the sheet with the tip of his index finger—the same finger he hooked in all the right places last night—then drags it down.
Busted.
Austin falls to his back with a deep rumble of a belly shaking laugh.
I roll over, propping myself up. “What?”
“I was going to ask if you’re good.” He reaches over and runs his thumb over my lips.
“Oh! I’m definitely good,” I mumble.
“I can definitely tell.” He lets his thumb fall from my lips as he drags it down, creating a path from my neck to in between my breasts. “You know what else I can tell?” He splays his hand across my chest.
“What’s that?”
“That this right here only beats for me.” He lets his fingers repeat the rhythm that only sings for him.
There was a moment when I thought maybe this was a mistake. That we jumped in when we should have dipped a toe. But then Austin says something that dissolves any doubt.
“It does.” I reach up and hold my hand over his. “I’ve searched my whole life for something that was right in front of me. My plan may have sucked, but I’m glad I made it.”
Austin scrunches his nose. “You are?”
“Yeah.” I lower my face for Austin to take my lips in one of his slow and passionate kisses. I try to focus on what I’m feeling, but all I can think about is the way his mouth feels moving over mine. “Because it led me to you,” I confess, breathless from his kisses. “I’ve compared everyone to you, and no one could live up to it. It’s always been you, Austin. I love you.”
“You know that sounds really cheesy.” He taps my nose.
“Hey.”
“But I like it.” His lips hover over mine as he makes a confession of his own. “I love you.”
There it is…
Every doubt.
Every insecurity.
Every question that whispered this was wrong…
Is washed away by three little words. Words we have said to each other before, but the meaning has completely changed.
Everything has changed.
“I love you too.”
We lie like this, wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of us wanting to let go. Not because of fear, but because we have waited so long, searching in all the wrong places for what was always here. But now we’re one in a whole new way, we’re complete.
“You know what else I like?” Austin flashes me a wicked grin that sends a surge of heat between my legs.
“Tell me.” I nip at his lips. “I want to know.”
“This.” Austin reaches for my hand, pulling it under the covers and over his rock-hard cock. “Your hands on me.”
“This is like that one morning.” His mouth gapes open as I gently start stroking him up and down. “But this time, it’s because of me.”
Austin furrows his brows as he reaches below the covers and slides his hand over mine, stopping me.
“Austin?” My stomach drops as I wait for him to continue.
“That morning—this morning—and every morning after—this is for you.” He slowly begins to work our hands, and together, he lets me feel what I do to him. Me.
Up—down.
Tugging—pulling.
Throbbing—jerking.
“That dream?” Austin sucks in his bottom lip and moans. “Clover, it was just as real to me as this right here—” His eyes are locked on mine with such an intensity. “Right now.”
Seeing the fire in his eyes, the desire for only me, is my undoing.
Turned on and feeling ambitious, I take his hand and place it over my core.
“So wet.” He begins to work his fingers in as I continue to pump him.
Our bodies find a steady rhythm as we climb closer to climax together. When it happens, my palm grasps him tighter as he hisses and empties himself while my own orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave.
“Holy shit.” Austin sits up, sweat dripping down his perfect chest.
“I know,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“Clo?” Austin looks down at me with the widest, cheesiest smile.
“Mm-um-yeah?” I try to answer with real words.
“That was the best ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ moment ever.”
“Whatever.” I smack his leg.
“You know it’s true.” He nods with a satisfied grin. “Well, as much as I want to continue this, we have to get to the studio for your final interview.”
I groan.
“I know. I feel the same way.” Austin lifts up the covers and winces. “But first, we get cleaned up.” Austin jumps out of the bed. “Last one to the bathroom has to go down.”
I’m glad it’s not awkward between us. Even after we professed our love and shared the best sex of my life, he’s still Austin, my perverted best friend.
Rolling out of bed, I rush toward the bathroom, before I realize he’s still standing there. He hasn’t even moved an inch.
“Hey! I thought this was a race?” I’m practically out of breath as I stand there watching Austin watching me with no inhibitions.
“It is.” Austin rubs his hands together. “And I just won.”
My heart swells, and my thighs clench as he stalks toward me.
I may have to get dirty more often…
CHAPTER 30
CLOVER
The sunshine feels brighter today—and I know it’s not the best sex of my life that has an extra pep in my step. It’s a contentment from knowing I’ve finally figured out what I was looking for was by my side the whole time. And now, he’s been beneath me, over me—
A ding interrupts my wicked thoughts.
Pausing on the sidewalk, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my cell.
CJ: Hey, hoe! Whatcha doin?
Me: Headed to get coffee.
Me: Although, I’m more in the mood for a…SNOW CONE!
CJ: YOU GOT LAID!
How does she do that?
Me: What makes you say that?
CJ: Come on…
CJ: Clover Kelly doesn’t do messy.
I do now!
Me: What if I told you I got dirty & I liked it?
CJ: I knew it!
CJ: UR killin’ me smalls. Fuckin’ work.
CJ: This is phone call material!
Me: I will fill you in later, but…
Looking back, my friends had to know. All the times CJ teased me? She was trying to get a confession.
CJ: I guess Austin is off limits 4 reals now?
Me: AUSTIN IS MINE. <3
Every single glorious inch of that porn peen is mine.
Me: But you already knew that, didn’t you?
CJ: Yeppers!
CJ: So, how was your first orgasm?
Amazing. Earth shattering. Addicting.
Me: You mean orgasms. As in multiple.
One before bed.
Two before we slept.
One in the middle of the night.
And one this morning, give or take a few.
CJ: It’s nice to give the fingers a break, right?
Fingers are nice. Especially Austin’s.
CJ: Think about the batteries you will save…
Me: Batteries could be fun if…
CJ: Hold please while I Google that. JK LOL
My days of being the Google Queen are over.
Me: CJ…I love him. I really love him.
CJ: Sweets, I could have told you that.
Me: I wish someone would have told me.
CJ: Now what is the fun in that?
Me: OMG! Mal! What do you think she will say?
CJ: Dude. Mal knows. Everyone knew.
CJ: I think you knew too.
CJ: Hellooooo! You spread your legs faster than a forest fire.
Me: OMG!
CJ: Shit, looks like they are ready for me.
CJ: Call me later?
Me: YES!
CJ: Bye, sweets.
Me: XOXO
I can’t help the smile plastered on my face as I float through the door to the coffee shop, the glorious smell of coffee surrounding me.
“Oh! H-H-H-Hot!” I screech as the liquid splashes on my bare legs.
“Watch where you’re going next time.” The familiar voice makes my stomach turn as I reach down to brush the dark drops from my skin.
“Jeffery?” I’m unsure of what to say or do.
Do you shake hands?
Pat him on the back?
Kiss on the cheek?
High-five to the face?
Swift kick in the nuts?
How do you greet a man who told you he loved you only to knock up someone else? Kind of awkward.
“Clover?” Jeffery runs a hand through his greasy hair.
He’s usually so put together, but I hardly recognize the disheveled man before me.
“So, I see you’re back in the dating game.” Jeffery’s fake smile drips with sarcasm.
“Yeah. That was interesting, to say the least.”