Paper Stars Rewritten: Fallen Brook Series: Book 2

by Jennilynn Wyer

  When her mouth makes its way back to mine, I clench her tightly to me and devour her, needing her to feel what I’m feeling. My hands map up and down her back, her sides, across the dimples above her pert, tight ass, then under to cup them and squeeze. When her head lolls back on her shoulders, it exposes her graceful neck. I use my teeth and tongue to hit every pleasure point, her gasps and moans telling me everything I need to know. I spin her around and press my front to her back. I continue every tease and touch, sliding one hand under her breast to cup its fullness and tease her nipple into a tight bud while my other hand lowers to caress through the short hairs of her mound. Elizabeth’s legs part on their own and I waste no time in trailing my fingers through her folds which are wet with desire. Her leg muscles tremble as I pump two fingers in and out of her, my thumb pressing down on her clit. The sounds she makes as my hand works her thoroughly is headier than any aphrodisiac. I can feel her internal walls flutter and squeeze, telling me she’s close.

  “Ryder, please,” her sexy moan calls out to me.

  I remove my fingers, her essence coating them. She turns around in my arms and takes my fingers, pulling my index finger to her mouth, sucking it clean, and I lose it. We grab for each other at the same time and fall onto the bed. I pull her up the bedspread as her legs go around my waist, ankles locking together, her arms around my neck, mine around her torso. We meet in another deep, soul-wrenching kiss but break apart when I feel my cock at her opening. Just one little push, one tiny thrust of my hips, and I will finally be able to claim the only woman I have ever loved.

  “Condom,” I grunt out and start to get up to retrieve the one I have in my wallet that’s on the floor with my jeans.

  Elizabeth shakes her head at me. “No. I’m on the pill. I want you, Ryder. All of you.” She curls her fingers into the cheeks of my ass trying to pull me back.

  “Elizabeth, are you sure?”

  There is no hesitation in her response as something deep and pure and primal radiates out of her gorgeous green eyes. She tugs at me again so that the tip of my throbbing cock is lined back up with her pussy.

  “I am more than sure.”

  “I’m clean,” I tell her, and then to make sure she truly understands the importance of what she’s asking me to do, I confess, “This is my first time.”

  I watch as her eyes darken, and she tugs me closer to her entrance. “For me too.”

  Her words dawn on me. Elizabeth doesn’t remember being with Jayson, so for her, this feels like her first time.

  And she chose me.

  “I want you so much, Ryder. I need you inside of me,” she whispers, pleading. And then the one thing I have so desperately wanted to hear from her passes through her kiss-swollen lips as I tentatively begin to slide inside her welcoming warmth. “I love you, Ryder.”

  At her words, my hips slam forward, her body bowing up to meet my thrust, a long sigh of dual pleasure escaping our lips. My brain’s not in control of my body anymore, her words propelling my determination to claim her, possess her, and finally make her mine. She just said she loves me, is all I can think as I push forward until I’m seated completely and fully inside of her. I don’t make any move to pull out, needing a moment to take everything in.

  She places her hands delicately yet forcefully on the sides of my face, turning it so we are eye to eye. “I love you, Ryder. I hope it’s not too soon for me to say it, but I need to. I feel so much for you. It’s scary, thrilling, and overwhelming at the same time. But I need to say it. I need you to know. The day in the student center when you found me, I had a memory of you that night. I remembered you holding me. I remembered you telling me that you loved me, and I remembered saying it back.”

  “Elizabeth, I have loved you since the day we met,” I tell her, pulling out then pushing back in. “I have loved you for a lifetime,” I confess, pumping my hips with more force. She gasps and moans loudly. “I loved you before, I love you now. I will love you always, Elizabeth.”

  Then I drive into her over and over again, lifting her leg higher so I’m able to angle in and hit the spot deep inside of her that my fingers had the pleasure of discovering only days earlier, the place I know that will cause her to detonate within seconds. My body feels overly sensitized and completely aware of hers. I have never felt anything like this before. This woman is my forever. She’s everything I have ever wanted, everything that I will ever need. And she’s finally mine.

  “Ryder,” she cries out and her walls clamp down. I bury my face in her chest, sucking on her breasts and biting down softly on her nipples. The extra stimulus is enough, and Elizabeth arches in my arms calling out my name as her orgasm obliterates every nerve ending in my body. Her release triggers my own, the intense rapture of being able to come inside of her almost too much to handle. Elizabeth moans out my name once more, a second orgasm hitting her out of the blue, as I continue to release everything inside of her.

  The fluttering of her internal muscles takes a while to die down and it makes me feel like a fucking god. My shaking arms slowly lower me on top of her and she wraps every part of herself around me, keeping me buried deep and not letting me go. We’re slicked with sweat, twin breaths coming out in harsh exhales. She presses her nose into the crook of my shoulder and inhales. I cover her face in velvety kisses.

  Elizabeth hums a sated murmur and shifts to pull me down farther into her. “That was” — she licks her lips — “that was everything.”

  “That was more than everything,” I reply, so completely happy.

  I raise up and she protests, “No, stay.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I wipe the damp strands of her hair off her face. “I do love you, Elizabeth.”

  She sighs and tilts her head to kiss my hand. “I love you too, Ryder. You were perfect. This is perfect.”

  “No, we are perfect,” I say.

  “Yes, we are.”

  Now I do roll over on my back, bringing her to sit on top of me, so I’m not crushing her anymore, and trace the butterflies along her side. We’re still intimately connected but Elizabeth makes no move to get off of me. Instead, she pushes up from my chest to give me better access to her tattoos.

  “I love how you touch me. You make me feel so safe. So protected.” The way she’s looking at me stirs my passion again and I start to get hard while still inside of her.

  Her eyes flare and she gives me the cheekiest grin.

  “Want to take a shower?” I ask her as her hips slide forward then back on my pelvis.

  “I think we have something more important to do first,” is her reply. She grips my chest and bends down to take my mouth, her hips rocking, picking up speed, my cock fully hard again now.

  “Yeah, I’m good with that.”

  Elizabeth giggles. Not until hours later do we make it to the shower.

  Chapter 18

  Elizabeth

  Two phones ring, one after the other. I slowly wake up and stretch, feeling sore in the best and most perfect way. Ryder’s muffled, deep voice groans next to my ear and I snuggle back down into his warmth, ignoring the constant ringing and pinging occurring on the floor next to my bed. Ryder’s arm pulls me closer to him and he lays his head on my chest, kissing the side of my breast. A stir of desire begins to swirl through me, but I tamp it down and enjoy being cuddled by the strong man curled around me. We made love until the sun came up and then Ryder finished me off by fucking me hard in the shower before we passed out around seven this morning. I feel deliciously achy and happier than I ever thought possible.

  “Good morning, baby,” Ryder mumbles, placing a nip on the side of my breast. Every time he calls me baby, I melt into a puddle. “Who the hell keeps calling?”

  “It’s both our phones.” I peer over at my bedside clock and see that it’s past eleven. “You shouldn’t complain. This is what you guys do to me every freaking day with your non-stop texting. It drives me bat-shit crazy.”

  Ryder stirs and makes his way slowly up my body causing me
to squirm as his kisses light me up and quickly erase the fog from my brain. I tilt my head back to give him better access.

  “You love it when I text you.” He gets to my ear and swirls his tongue around my lobe. I suck in my bottom lip to stop the moan from escaping.

  “Yeah, but it’s you times three others,” I remind him. I can’t think straight anymore when his mouth is teasing me like it’s doing. “Fuck it,” I pant and chase his mouth so I can get a proper kiss, morning breath be damned. My legs are scissoring to try and ease the throbbing that is pounding between them.

  Ryder takes the hint and grins at me when our mouths break apart from our kiss. “Aren’t you sore?”

  “Yes. But I know you’ll make it feel all better.”

  “Damn straight I will,” he says in the sexiest rumble and slides down my body under the sheets. My legs happily open for him. Best wake up ever.

  I’m watching Ryder as he gets dressed in my bedroom, my body and mind completely blissed out from the two orgasms he just gave me. After the first one he gave me when we woke up, I was treated to my second one in the shower as he held me under the spray and pounded into me with abandon. I don’t know who is more insatiable for the other – me or him. I prop myself up on my elbow while laying on top of the rumpled sheets, his scent surrounding me. I may never wash these sheets again. I decide to scroll through all the texts on my phone. I’ve already listened to the voice message Daniel left telling me his flight details and when he would be arriving on Monday.

  ScaryGuy: Good morning, princess.

  I roll my eyes.

  ScaryGuy: Dinner before party. Pick you up at eight.

  Doppelganger: I miss my morning running buddy! Jay says we’ll get you around eight and something about dinner.

  Meredith: Dying to hear about your first date with HotRyd. Get it, like hot rod?

  I snicker.

  Meredith: How about Ride Me Hard Ryder. Oooh, I like that one.

  Meredith: Maybe I should just keep calling him Hot-as-fuck Ryder. Whatever. Call me!

  “What’re you giggling at?” Ryder inquires as he pulls on his jeans leaving them open at the fly and riding low on his hips.

  “Meredith thinks you are very hunky. That’s the G-rated version by the way.”

  “Good to know.” He smirks and pulls on his shirt.

  ScaryGuy: Call me when u get up.

  Elijah: Rise and shine Liz. My man is pacing the floor wanting to know why you haven’t texted him back yet.

  Doppelganger: Liz, what’s the deal? It’s past ten and no word from you. Are u ok? Coach called us in for a last minute practice.

  ScaryGuy: Jules has got me worried now. I tried calling u but no answer. It’s noon. Where the hell r u?

  Meredith: The fact that u haven’t texted me back and it’s almost 1 means that some lucky girl got even luckier last night! You go girl! I could do with some hot and sweaty Trevor.

  Meredith: Great. Now I’m horny.

  Deciding to put Meredith out her misery, I send her a reply.

  Me: So fucking good. That’s all u r getting. My lips are sealed.

  It takes five seconds for her to respond.

  Meredith: I bet that’s not what your lips were sealed around last night

  Me:

  Me: Change of plans. Too tired to deal with a party. Want to come over?

  Meredith: Hot and sweaty Trevor remember? Rain check?

  Me:

  I finish scrolling down the rest of the messages on my phone.

  Doppelganger: Liz, answer your phone.

  Elijah: I don’t know what’s going on, but J and Jay are freaking out. J just called me from practice. Text or call us.

  ScaryGuy: If you don’t let us know u r ok in the next ten minutes, I’m coming to your place.

  Shit. That was sent seven minutes ago.

  Me (to Jayson, Julien, and Elijah): Chill out. Had a late night. Just got up. I’m alive and fine.

  ScaryGuy: Thank fuck.

  ScaryGuy: Have u heard from Ry? He never came home last night.

  Elijah: There she is. Will let J know. I’m about to meet him.

  Me (to Elijah): Thanks.

  Ryder joins me on the bed and looks over my shoulder at my phone. He takes it and starts typing out a message to Jayson.

  Me (to Jayson): He just texted. Said he crashed at Fallon’s after race.

  “That’s pretty good,” I tell him when he hands my phone back to me and I hit send, then continue.

  Me: Changed mind. No party 2nite.

  Ryder chuckles when he reads that, then starts trailing his finger up my inner thigh.

  “No party?” he teases when I lift my leg to give him easier access for his exploration.

  Me: Beach?

  ScaryGuy: Sounds good. I’ll text the guys. Jules is on his way home from practice. Will try to get in touch with Ry.

  Me: I’ll text Ryder. Pick me up in an hour?

  ScaryGuy: Would be my pleasure.

  I toss my phone on the floor and roll over to look up at Ryder. “Impromptu beach trip sound okay with you?”

  “You wearing a bathing suit?”

  “That’s the plan.”

  His finger gets to the hem of my shorts, lazily sliding back and forth along the seam. My leg muscles quiver. He kisses my thigh and moves to stretch over me, and I reach for him.

  “Last night meant everything to me,” I tell him, my heels resting on the backs of his calves as I debate if I’m too sore for one more round.

  He fans my hair out into a halo around me, his fingers running through my blond and pink strands. “I’m still in disbelief that I’m really here, with you, like this. I’ve wanted this for so long. Part of me thinks I’ll wake up tomorrow and it will all have been a dream.”

  “It’s already tomorrow.” My fingers run back and forth across his morning stubble, loving the feel of it against my fingertips.

  “Keep looking at me like that and we won’t leave this room for the rest of the day.”

  “I can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy.”

  “And you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

  “I love you, Ryder. I don’t know if I’ll be able to say it enough.”

  “Love you too, baby.”

  My stomach takes that moment to make a very loud gurgling sound and I wince.

  “Come on. Let’s get some food in that belly before the guys get here.”

  He lifts my shirt above my stomach and gives me a giant raspberry which causes me to yelp and my legs to flail. In one smooth move, he hefts me up and over his shoulder, smacking my butt. I return the favor of smacking his butt, then grab hold and squeeze. When presented with his delectable ass, my hands have a mind of their own.

  Suddenly, I’m besieged with images as a memory pushes its way forward.

  “Wait. Isn’t that the new bikini top you bought the other day?”

  “How do you know?”

  “Oh, princess, I think I need to show you what happens to naughty girlfriends who send sexy pics on their phone.”

  Giggling, I ask, “What happens?”

  “They get their cute little asses spanked.”

  I’m suddenly hoisted up and over a shoulder. It’s not Ryder’s. It’s Jayson’s.

  “What are you doing? Let me down right this second!” I exclaim, laughing and wiggling.

  He kisses the side of my hip and smacks my butt before marching inside my house to kiss me breathless.

  Chapter 19

  Julien

  “What’s been going on with you lately?” my twin asks me. We’re sitting on towels watching Elijah, Ryder, and Liz pass a frisbee between one another as they run along the small breakers of the shoreline.

  Liz seems more relaxed. She’s smiling a lot and has been more talkative, even to Jay. She’s acting more like the old Liz and part of me is so happy to see it. Then there’s t
he other part of me that really likes the new version of Liz. The bold, strong, cusses-like-a-sailor, can-drink-me-under-the-table, version of her new self. The old Liz belonged to my brother. The new one, however…

  “Been busy with practice. The team looks good this year.”

  “That’s not what I’m fucking talking about and you know it,” Jayson replies.

  The sun is lowering toward sunset in the west, shades of red and deep orange glow across the horizon where the ocean meets the sky. We’ve been out here for several hours. Liz had all of us building sand animals on the beach and searching for shark teeth. We had just finished swimming and jumping the waves when Elijah brought out the frisbee. Jay and I were hungry, so we sat down to eat a couple of the sub sandwiches we bought before we picked Liz and Ryder up. He was waiting with her at her apartment after apparently spending the night at Fallon’s, which makes no sense because Ry hates Fallon’s frat house.

  I hear Liz’s bold laughter as Elijah jumps up trying to catch the frisbee she sailed his way. It flies over his head and lands in the waves. My eyes track between the both of them, and I sigh hard.

  “You’ll need to be more specific then,” I finally answer.

  “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you keep blowing E off to spend time with Liz.”

  “And you wouldn’t?” Jay would drop me in a heartbeat for Liz.

  He ignores my comment and plows on, “Or the way you’re always touching her now, holding her hand. Kissing her,” he emphasizes.

  “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous that Liz spends more time with me than you?”

  “Fuck you, Jules.”

  “No, fuck you, Jayson,” I counter back. “You’re not the only one who missed her. You’re not the only one who grieved this past year after she was attacked, and when she disappeared. So fuck you very much. She gets to decide who she wants to hang with now. It’s not up to you anymore. You don’t have control over her like you used to.”