by Alexia Chase
“Are you sure?” The muscles in his neck flex. Even though his eyes are dark and filled with need, I can tell he’s ready to put on the brakes if I waiver in any way. I’m not wavering.
“Yes, I’m positive.” I stand on my tiptoes and pull his face down to mine. When his lips caress mine, a jolt of electricity shoots through my body, causing the hairs on my arms to stand. No other parts of our bodies touch as he cocks his head and slips his tongue along the seam of my mouth.
Holy cow. I’ve kissed too many frogs in the past decade. I’ve kissed guys who were demanding. Ones that were sloppy and rash. And some that were tentative and weak.
Trey is perfection. His lips are soft but firm, and his tongue thrusts against mine like he’s practicing plunging into my core. My clit convulses at the magical lunges and twirls of his movements.
I moan and fall against him. The instant I’m pressed against his hard body, his arms go around me, and his hands clasp my ass. Oh, God, yes. Please, don’t be a fantasy. I can’t handle waking up and realizing, yet again, I’m in my twin bed in my grandmother’s spare bedroom with a yellow tabby cat licking my toes. It’s too damn depressing.
His mouth moves off mine, and he peppers kisses along my jaw. “I’ve missed touching you.”
“God.” God, what? God, yes? God, help me? Don’t whisper sweet nothings in my ear? Say more? Tears fill my eyes. What do I say? I want to erase twelve years of my life, but I can’t. We can’t go back, but can we go forward?
No. That’s something little girls dream about. Hell, I’m in my early thirties. Disney Princesses and fairytales are for first graders. I pull back. “Trey, let’s not make promises we can’t keep. We can’t go back, and we don’t know what the future holds. Tonight is what it is – tonight. If you can’t do that, we need to stop.”
His jaw sets in a firm line as he appears to consider my words. The longer the silence stretches, the more positive I am he’s going to slip out the door and disappear for good.
Although it will break my heart, it is for the best. I steady my shoulders and wrinkle my nose. How do I get out of this awkward situation? His hands are still on my ass, and his cock is pressed against my belly. Do I sink to the ground and crawl away?
“Fine,” he sighs. “I’m not sure I agree, but I’ll honor your wishes. Tonight is just tonight.”
Thank God.
“Let’s go to bed.” He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. As he walks me to the door, his erection rubs against my sex, and the intensity inside me grows more powerful. I need this moment. I need the release of years of pent up emotions.
Once the door is open to the bedroom, I quickly take in the amenities. There is a large bed in the center of the room and a dresser against the wall.
It’s nothing fancy, but serviceable. I assume it’s only used in emergencies. Like bad weather or a nasty fight between the owner and his wife. Or for hookups. I shudder. How many people have used this bed for a hit it and quit it? God, quit freaking out and trying to find ways to make this cheap.
“I see you fret as much as you always did.” The deep rumble of his voice causes me to jump.
Shit. “Bad habit I can’t seem to break.”
“Yeah, I remember.” He chuckles and tosses me on the bed.
My ass bounces against the firm mattress. “Yeah?” I glare at him.
“Live a little. Enjoy yourself. If we’ve only got tonight, we’d better make it worthy of sitting in the nursing home remembering the epic lovemaking session in the back of the bar.” He winks and slowly pulls his t-shirt up the length of his body.
His abs are no longer the stomach of an eighteen-year-old boy. He’s all, man. My mouth waters and my fingers tingle. The vee leading to the package inside his jeans screams out for me to open it and enjoy the present inside.
He tosses the t-shirt behind him, and I ogle the man he’s become. ‘Whoa’ is the only way to describe it. He’s large and imposing, and sexy as hell.
“Like what you see? Your sister probably didn’t do me justice with her shots of me going to the grocery store or mowing the lawn.” His fingers clasp the edge of his jeans.
I lick my lips and squirm against the mattress. “The lawnmowing photos were pretty hot. In most of them, you were all sweaty.” I wiggle my eyebrows as my nipples pucker and tent against the silk of my bra. “Kind of glistening.”
He curls his lip. “Glistening is for women.”
Damn, he’s taking too long. I lift my leg off the bed and run my toe along the length of his hard shaft. “She didn’t get any photos of this.”
“Too bad. She could have gotten several of them of me in the shower as I stroked my cock, thinking about your sweet pussy.”
My foot stills. “You thought about me?”
“Every day.”
Son of a bitch. Butterflies swirl and flutter in my stomach, and one of the walls I’ve erected around my heart cracks. Could we still have something special? Damn it. Stop thinking about the future. I shove off my back and crawl over to the edge of the bed.
“Let’s see what she missed.” My fingers shake as I brush his hand away and pop open the button of his jeans. Each tooth of his zipper makes a noise loud enough to make my lips swell and beg for relief.
As soon as the material opens, his cock jumps and practically waves in excitement. God, he’s beautiful. He jerks his jeans down his legs and kicks them to the side. My entire body tingles in excitement. He’s still the same person from high school, but he’s so much more.
I lean forward, and his scent overwhelms my brain. He smells like musk and sex. I flick my tongue out and trace the crown of his dick as his jutting flesh darts from side to side.
“Shit,” he hisses and slams his eyes shut.
That’s all the encouragement I need. Trey is the only man I’ve ever given oral sex to, and even though it’s been years, I’ve not forgotten how to please him. I grab his hips and engulf his cock with my mouth. My tongue rides along the veins as I take him deep into my throat.
“Fuck!” His hands lace through my hair and tug on the strands. My pussy clenches as if my skull has a direct line to my aching sex.
As my rhythm increases, his body tenses, and he glides me over his erection. My eyes take in his magnificent beauty – all his hard muscles and angles. God, I want him to fill me up. I moan around his flesh.
“Stop.” He jerks backward as if he senses my need or needs a break to keep from coming too soon. “Take off your clothes. I want to taste you.”
“God, yes.” My eyes roll back in my head, and I shudder.
As if I’m in a race, I rip my clothes off and toss them around the room. His hot gaze takes in every inch of my body at once. I have to fight the urge to cover up. I’m not the same teenager with tight skin and perky boobs. Fuck. What if he finds me repulsive? I grab the edge of the comforter.
“Don’t.” His jaw flexes. “You’re beautiful. Don’t even cover up. Not for me. Ever.”
I swallow audibly. And ignore his reference to the future. I can’t hope for something that has seemed out of my reach for so long.
He climbs onto the bed, and the mattress sags under his weight. “I have to taste you.”
“Please,” I whimper. The need between my thighs is growing so intense I fight the urge to press my legs together and grind against my sex.
“Open up.” He taps my knees and helps spread my tights wider.
My face heats as he studies my wet, swollen lips, and my throbbing clit. As he crawls between my legs, my thighs quiver in anticipation.
“So, sweet.” His rough fingers glide along with the interior of my legs, but he stays away from my core.
Tears spring to my eyes. God, I need him so much. It’s going to kill me.
“Please.” A tear slides down my cheek and lands in my hair.
“Always.” He stares into my eyes as he settles between them and flicks his tongue over the tight flesh of my clit.
I jerk and slam my pussy a
gainst his face. “Do it now. Please.”
His tongue swipes along my lips as he feasts on my juices. The entire time, his eyes never leave mine. The intensity of the moment is more than I can bear. I slam my eyes shut and block out the worship evident in his gaze. I’m not worthy of his love or his devotion. I’m the girl who is never good enough.
His fingers slip inside my sex, and he thrusts against my G spot. “Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please.”
I use my heels to push my center against his face and clench the comforter in my fists. God, it has been so damn long.
As I ride the ecstasy of his repeated thrusts, he latches onto my sensitive clit and rhythmically sucks it between his teeth. Each movement drives me closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I hiss between clenched teeth. My loud panting fills the entire room.
“Princess, let go,” he mumbles against my clit. “Let everything go.”
Gawd, he called me Princess, again. My heart swells as the tingling between my thighs radiates all the way to my fingers and toes. With one last lash against my G spot, the sparkles and flashes of colors fill my eyes, and I crash into the most delicious orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Chapter Eleven
Trey
As I crawl up her body, I study her face. Her eyes are closed, and all the earlier tension is gone. I like her like this. This woman is more like the girl I dated than the one I met at the ER. I hate the years of pain she’s endured alone.
Although I can’t change the past, I wish I would have known about the baby. For one, she wouldn’t have had to be alone and stressed. Who knows if the pregnancy would have ended in miscarriage if she wasn’t trying to handle everything on her own? And for two, if she lost the baby still, I would have been there to hold her as she cried.
By now, we’d have a house full of kids. And despite what she thinks that future is not off the table. I will use whatever it takes to get past her objections because I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day she disappeared. No one can penetrate my heart and soul, but her.
“Natalie?” I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my side.
“Hmmm.” She stretches and nuzzles her nose against my chest. “Shit.” She jerks up and stares down. “I completely forgot about you.”
I shrug against the mattress. “It’s okay. You’ve given me the ultimate compliment. I’m not going to say I’m glad I’m going to die of blue balls, but leaving you so satisfied you’re only thinking about yourself is kind of a proud moment for me.”
“Seriously.” She rolls her eye and smacks at my chest. “You’re trying to be perfect here.”
I press my lips together and arch my eyebrows. “I can be a martyr if necessary.”
“You can be, but I don’t recommend it.” She grins and fists my cock.
I groan in appreciation. I love the feel of her soft, dainty fingers stretched over my girth. It’s so much sweeter than touching myself. It won’t take much to get me off.
I can’t remember the last time I had sex, it’s been so long, and I don’t remember what she looked like or her name. God, that makes me sound like a prick, but I was drunk.
Hell, I’ve never been sober and had sex with anyone besides Natalie. The drunken college years are something I’d prefer to forget. I’d dealt with what I assumed was her rejection with booze and meaningless hookups.
“Top or bottom?” She asks.
I pop one eye open and glance at her as she props her head up in her hand with her elbow on the mattress. “Are you offering up your ass?” I grab a handful of her delicious flesh and cup it in my hand.
She swats at my hand. “You know what I meant.”
“Yep.” I laugh and roll her on top of me. “I’ve done a lot of work. Now, it’s your turn to slave over me.”
“God, you’re kind of full of yourself.” She laughs and wiggles her belly against my swelling cock.
I love the sound of her laughter and am relieved some of the seriousness has eased from the situation. My greatest wish is for her to be happy and full of hope. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to wipe away her sadness.
“Get to work. Impress me.” I grasp her hips and lift her up.
“Oh, I’ll impress the hell out of you.” She fists my dick with her delicate hand and guides me to her center. Her breath hitches as she slowly eases her sex over my throbbing shaft.
“Fuck, you feel good.” My mind swirls with the overwhelm of the situation. To be inside her again is heaven. I want to treasure every second.
She arches her back and slams her hips toward the mattress. Oh, shit. Too good. I grasp her thighs to hold her in place. I won’t be able to stop if I don’t gain a little control.
“Does that feel good?” She purrs and grinds her pelvis against me.
“Fuuck. Don’t do that.” My voice is so strained I can barely recognize it. “Slow down.”
“I thought you wanted me to work you over,” she says with a singsong lilt to her voice as she rides up my shaft and slams back down.
Shit. “Yeah, but not at your expense. I still want you to enjoy it, but if you keep riding me that hard. You won’t.”
“I’m going to enjoy it,” she growls and leans over me. “Suck on my – “
My mouth latches on her nipple before she can get the word out. It’s too damn late. I can’t stop. I grab her hips and drive into her repeatedly as I work my tongue over her tight flesh.
She moans and withers above me as my thighs slap against her flesh. I’m beyond the point of reason. I can’t think, nor can I stop. All I can do is feel and enjoy the sensation of her pussy, sucking me deep inside her tight molten center.
It can’t possibly get any better. It’s perfect. Then, her sex squeezes down on my dick like she’s trying to rip it off and keep me inside her forever, and I shudder forcefully. Fucking heaven.
“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Fuck me harder,” she chants as her entire body moves with my motions.
She’s like a ragdoll flying above me. Her eyes are shut tight, and her mouth hangs open as she growls with pleasure.
“Cum, Princess. I can’t stop.” I hate my weakness. My cock tightens and shoots semen deep inside her body.
With one last thrust, she screams and shatters above me. Thank God. I drag her down beside me and roll on top of her. As she heaves against me, I claim her mouth. She’s always been mine and always will be.
Chapter Twelve
Natalie
The dark shadows blanket the room as I blink and try to figure out where I am. Something is on my arm. I try and move it, but it doesn’t budge. I’m not in my twin bed at grandma’s house, because the mattress is softer than what I’m used to. I blink. Dad’s house? I sniff. Definitely, not. It doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sweat.
I inhale again. Musk and sex. Trey. Every nerve in my body tenses. What did I do? Oh, fuck. What did I do? My heart races and thuds against my ribs. I had unprotected sex with Trey. It wasn’t a broken condom or a forgotten pill. I wasn’t drunk. There’s no excuse.
Tears spring to my eyes. I can’t lose another baby or risk my heart again. I wiggle my arm and try to break free from the weight of Trey’s neck. My hand is sound asleep, and my chest is smashed against his.
How do I get out of here without waking him up? I have to get away before I look in his eyes. I’m terrified of what I’ll see. Will it be regret? Anger? Sadness? Happiness? Which emotion do I fear the most?
He should be angry. I deserted him all those years ago and never told him about the pregnancy. Did he have too much to drink? No. He didn’t drink that much. So, why isn’t he holding it against me?
It doesn’t make sense. I fucking walked away from him without a word. If he did that to me, I’d hate him. Granted, I had a good reason, or so I’d thought at the time, but he hadn’t known that.
I grab the side of the mattress and twist, pulling myself out from under him. He moans and lands on his face. For several seconds, I�
��m motionless.
If he wants to start over, what do I want? Tears slide down my cheeks. I want it all with Trey – the white picket fence, large wedding, and the happily ever after. But what about kids? He’ll want children. He always did.
Shit. I shake my head and scurry around the room, searching for my clothes. How can I open my heart again and potentially have it ripped out of my chest?
After tossing my clothes on, I rub the tears off my face. Crap. How do I get out of here? What if the door is locked? I twist the knob and open the door to the loudest squeak I’ve ever heard.
Oh, for the love of God. I cringe and watch his still body lying on the mattress. His breathing is slow and deep. Once I’m positive he’s asleep, I move through the next room and out into the bar.
“Good morning.” A young woman grins and waves. She has a small girl, probably around ten months old, on her hip and a little boy, around two or three, is playing at her feet. “Nice sleep?”
My face burns as I swallow. Fuck. I probably look like a roasted guppy fish. “Yeah, it was great.” It isn’t a lie. I’ve not slept that well in years. I fan myself and pray I can get out of here without making a bigger fool out of myself.
“Travis said Trey was staying over. He’s the best guy.” She bounces the little girl on her hip. “I haven’t even seen him with a woman before. Have you known him long?”
I clear my throat. “Since high school.” I cross my arms over my chest. Why didn’t I look in the mirror before I came out? I must look like shit.
“Did you date in the past?” She cocks her head to the side and studies me.
“Yes. We were together from freshman year until graduation.” Regret washes over me. Should I have stayed? Would things have been different? I was so scared my dad would find out and make me get an abortion. Risking staying was not a possibility.
“Oh, how sweet. Well, if he’s bringing you around his friends, he must still care about you.” She steps closer to me.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. You can’t go back and change the past.”