Peyton's Path: Fickle Fate: Book 3

by SM Olivier

  “Lochlann,” I breathed out in a tormented whisper as his tongue moved across my collar bone and down my breasts.

  My back bowed off the bed as he took a nipple into his mouth. He didn’t seem to mind my small breasts as he caressed one. With his other hand, he placed it firmly onto my stomach.

  “You’re not so teasingly mouthy when the shoe is on the other foot,” he said with a wicked smirk before switching to my other breast.

  I reveled in seeing the other part of him emerge. I didn’t put much thought into Lochlann in the bedroom. I felt like he was the most unattainable and forbidden. I had tried not to get my hopes up too high so that I wouldn’t set myself up for disappointment. A small part of me even questioned whether we would become intimate before my time or his time ended at school. Even before this getaway trip, I wondered if his moral compass would have kept him bound to his high standards.

  “I haven’t started teasing you yet,” I growled back playfully as I took a handful of his hair and pulled on it.

  The things he was doing to my nipple with his tongue and teeth were driving me crazy. I never thought I could come without clitoral stimulation and by a mere touch, but I knew I was precariously close to doing so.

  “Lochlann,” I whined out.

  All thoughts of teasing him vanished as I pleaded for him to fill the aching void in me. I bucked my hips, eager to show him what I wanted him to do. He chuckled and put pressure on the hand against my stomach. He stood and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

  He looked achingly beautiful with his mussed-up hair and the savage beast under his carefully controlled facade that was close to cracking. I could see the primal part of him in his eyes. He took off his glasses, and just like Clark Kent, he seemed to have magically transformed into Superman. He tossed them in the direction of one of his nightstands without a care, and that only made me ache for him more. I loved seeing him break from the constraints that generally bound him.

  He lowered to his knees between my spread thighs. A delicious shiver raced up my spine at the look he was giving me. He looked like he could devour me whole.

  What a delightful way to go.

  “I can see how bad you want this, Ms. Delaney,” he almost crooned as his long, lean fingers barely brushed my nether lips. “So wet. Do you want this?” He raised a brow at me.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  His touch was so light as his hand circled everywhere but where I wanted him to be—no, where I needed him to be.

  “Do naughty girls deserve rewards?” He smirked as his mouth hovered over my core.

  I could feel his warm breath on me, and I attempted to lift my hips towards his mouth, but he firmly kept his hand on my stomach once more, making me unable to lift my hips. I growled out.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked. “Do naughty girls deserve rewards?”

  “No, sir,” I whimpered when I realized he was expecting a response to his question. So, I slipped into the role we were playing. “I promise to be a good girl. Please, Mr. Isaacs.”

  “Since you asked so nicely.” I could hear the smile in his voice before he lowered his mouth onto me.

  I cried out in pleasure and relief. Lochlann licked me, collecting my juices on his tongue before he finally reached my clit. My hips shot up off the bed as I realized how precariously close I was to coming. He seemed to know this as he slipped one finger inside me.

  “So much better,” he muttered almost to himself.

  I vaguely realized he was probably talking about his fantasies he’d had about me. He made me feel even more powerful and confident.

  “Lochlann, please,” I cried out as he slipped another finger in.

  I forgot about our little game as he took me to the edge and then retreated.

  “Please, what. What do you want, Peyton?” he murmured against my clit.

  The vibrations of his words made my stomach muscles clench. I cried out once more as another one of his fingers slipped into me. He curled his fingers in and found my G-spot with ease.

  “I want you inside me,” I nearly begged.

  “As you wish,” he muttered after licking me and sucking on my clit.

  He stood and placed my legs over his shoulders. He grasped my hips and rubbed his cock across my clit.

  “Do I need a condom?” he inquired as he finally placed the head of his cock at my entrance.

  “No,” I nearly screamed.

  He growled loudly in pleasure, seemingly satisfied by my answer. It took him less than a second to bury himself fully inside me. For a split second, my body screamed in protest. Firstly, because it had taken a pounding last night, and secondly, he was enormous at this angle.

  I felt myself clench around him tightly, and he cursed but stilled.

  He let out a groan between concern and pain. “Is it too much?”

  I forced myself to relax around him as he lightly began to circle my clit with his thumb.

  “No, no.” I finally breathed out as my body pushed down the residual pain. “Give me more.” I made sure to make eye contact with him so he could read the truth in my eyes.

  He let out a pleased noise before he grasped my hips once more, lifting me, making it hard to grind against him as he pumped my body onto his cock.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “So much better than my fantasies. You were made for me,” he gasped as he continued to thrust into me.

  He seemed to have located my G-spot once more at this angle, and I grasped his thighs, digging my nails into them.

  “Lochlann,” I cried out as I felt the pressure in my stomach rise. “Harder,” I begged him, lost in the feel of him and his intense blue eyes.

  “I don’t want to break you,” he groaned out as he leaned forward more.

  I laughed in frustration and surprise. “You won’t break me. Please.”

  The last of his control snapped, and I would have been sliding across the bed if it wasn’t for his hold on my hips. I felt the edge of my release. It came upon me like a freight train as I was hurtled off, and when I screamed out his name, the tremors were intense. My orgasm seemed to go on forever as he released one of my legs.

  He joined me on the bed and let me catch my breath, still inside me. “Can I find out how flexible you really are?” he asked, with a pleased smile curling his lips.

  I nodded numbly, barely registering his words as my body shook with the after-effects of my mind-blowing orgasm. He got up on one knee, looping one of my ankles over his wrist.

  I gasped in surprise and pleasure as he took that leg nearly to my head. It was like I was almost contorted into a split, and I moaned at how he seemed to fill every inch of me in this position. The expression on his face was a cross between intense pleasure and near pain as I clenched around him.

  My curiosity rose in me, and I wanted to experiment with an idea that teased the edges of my consciousness. With one hand, I straightened out my right leg and, with the other hand, I grabbed my left ankle, stretching out my leg into a full split. If I turned my head slightly, I’d see my left foot.

  I knew I was really flexible, but I’d never played with my flexibility in the bedroom yet. Lochlann’s answering groan was enough for me to know I was blowing his mind with this position. He was cursing and praising me in the same breath as he began to grind his hips into me. I loved the control I had regained in our interlude. I could see his body quiver as he neared his release.

  He was driving into me with long deep thrusts. I reached up with my free hand and pulled him down to my lips.

  “Come for me again,” he commanded.

  Our kisses were frantic and a little messy, but I loved it! My eyes widened when he angled himself, so his pelvic bone was brushing my over-sensitive clit.

  “Lochlann,” I cried out when I realized another orgasm was ripping me in two.

  I felt my body clench around him as I was hurled into darkness. I could hear him gutturally groan out my name. I could feel him coming, and his words made me feel even more cherished and p
leased. It was satisfying knowing he could lose himself in my body as easily as I lost myself in his.

  Several moments later, my senses returned as he slowly lowered my leg back down, collapsing so that his head was cradled against my stomach. His body was sprawled between my legs. I could see the rapid rise and fall of his back, mirroring my chest. A slight sheen of sweat covered both of our bodies. Our breaths came out slightly labored as if we weren’t two physically fit adults.

  I couldn’t help the giggle that rose from my mouth as euphoria set in. I felt delightfully weightless, the orgasms had been mind-numbingly amazing, and it was humorous to see how wrecked we both were.

  He lifted his head from my stomach, and a serene smile spread across his lips. He was even more beautiful when completely unraveled, I realized as he crawled up my body. He was poised above me and gave me a sweet but thorough kiss.

  “If there were any doubts left in my head, they’re all gone now,” he murmured against my lips.

  I slipped my fingers through his hair and slightly lifted his head. I kissed the corner of his lips. Confusion seeped in as his words were fully computed to my sex-addled brain. “Doubts about what?” I asked in a whisper.

  Of course, my over-analytical brain wanted to dissect his words, and because my life was full of disappointments, I could be pessimistic at times.

  He threaded his fingers through my hair as well. His nose touched mine. Without his glasses, his eyes seemed even more intense as they stared back into mine.

  “The fog of grief had seemed to fill my lungs with every breath I took, so I felt like I could never breathe normally ever again. Then this graceful, beautiful girl with haunting eyes and a world of understanding waltzed into my life as I was getting a cup of coffee. I think I knew the moment our eyes met that my life would never be the same. A new door had opened in my life. I tried to deny my feelings for you for a long time. When I finally accepted them, I wanted you−no, I needed you. I realized I could possibly fall for you someday. Then as I watched Clay cling to you in the back of that ambulance, I knew I loved you. When you were taken, I felt like my breath was stolen from me once again.

  “Since having you returned to us, I realized I didn’t just love you; I might even be in love with you. I desired you in so many ways, and I imagined how it would feel when I could finally make you mine. Now, having you in my arms, hearing you cry out my name, feeling you shatter around me, I have no doubt. I am irrevocably, undeniably in love with you.”

  I was both touched and fulfilled by his words. I tried to gather my thoughts so I could tell him how much he had come to mean to me, too. I wanted to tell him how I had realized in the darkest days of my abduction that the thoughts of him and the other guys were the only things that made me fight to survive and return to them.

  “I don’t want you to tell me you love me if you’re not ready,” he stated without an ounce of insecurity or doubt. “I’m not telling you I’m in love with you for a reciprocation.”

  I laughed and cradled his face. “I love you, Lochlann Isaacs. I have no doubts. You were the first man in my life that ever drew me in. I may have dated boys in the past, but I never felt connected with them or even wanted to be. I wasn’t even aware I could feel so connected to anyone before you. I felt so disappointed when I found out you were a counselor. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you decided to care for me knowing you wouldn’t or couldn’t be the only man in my life.

  “I may have saved you when you were grieving over the loss of your parents, but you saved me, too. If I didn’t have you or the others in my life, I don’t think I would have ever fought to escape Coach, Principal Boyd, and Tormentor. I never experienced unconditional love until I met you all. You sacrificed your life and future plans to come back to guide Paxton and Golden and get through a dark time in their lives as you were navigating the uncharted waters of your own. You fought tooth and nail to keep Maisie and Clay. You are one of the most self-sacrificing, honorable men I have ever met, and I’m a lucky woman to have a man like you in my life. You have no clue how much your love makes me even luckier.”

  He shook his head, a bemused smile on his face as he kissed me. We got lost in each other before he pulled away. His breathing was ragged again.

  “I think I’m the lucky one,” he muttered against my lips before kissing me once more.

  23

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  Uncomfortable Conversations

  “How about this one?” I asked as I stepped out of the dressing room.

  Lochlann and I had talked about the homecoming dance, and he insisted that we look for a dress today. I believed he secretly wanted to help me choose one and see it on me before the other guys could. It wasn’t like he could take me to Homecoming on Friday. He was forced on the sidelines once more.

  Lochlann looked up from his phone, and I had to smile at his visceral reaction. His eyes widened, darkened with lust, and I could see his Adam's apple bob up and down. He stood up and made a circular motion with his fingers.

  I hid my smile as I slowly turned for him. I had to admit I would have never picked the dress out for myself, but once I zipped up the side zipper and looked in the mirror, I knew this was the one. I was thrilled I suggested that Lochlann choose a few dresses for me to try on. After all, it was his idea to check out the little boutique after brunch.

  The dress he chose was the third one I had tried on. It was made of a stretchy champagne mesh and had gold sequins that traveled throughout the bateau neckline. The sleeves were three-quarter length, and the dress had a bodycon bodice. The skirt fell to mid-thigh with a scalloped hem. The back was nearly non-existent, with a deep-V ending at the top of my butt.

  He took a few steps forward and pulled me into an embrace. He immediately captured my lips, and I could feel the urgent hunger in it. I moaned deep in my throat as I felt my desire immediately rise. I looped my hands over his shoulders and dug my hands in his hair, grinding against him.

  I reveled in his passionate kiss, knowing we only had a little while longer to embrace our freedom. Soon, we would have to head back home to make it in time for dinner. Our brief interlude was ending far too soon. Not for the first time, I wished we had the whole weekend and not just a day to ourselves.

  Lochlann had proven to be an insatiable and thorough lover. After a brief respite from our first time, he had gone down on me until I was unraveling on his tongue. Then he introduced me to another sexual position. He seemed eager to gauge my flexibility range in the bedroom, and I had been his eager pupil.

  I thought he had drained me dry, and I didn’t believe my poor lady bits could take anymore, but then I woke up. Waking up to a naked Lochlann had been too much for my overactive libido. I couldn’t resist rousing him up with a blow job. Of course, he proved just as unselfish in the bedroom as he repositioned me so he could eat me out at the same time.

  If my stomach hadn’t growled so loudly while we were basking in the afterglow, I would have been content to stay in the bedroom until we left. Lochlann insisted that we needed to find sustenance, but neither one of us could conjure up the energy or desire to cook. So after we shared a shower and a few more intimate moments, we reluctantly decided to pack up and head into town.

  “That dress was made for you,” the sales lady said with a touch of reproof.

  It was clear that she was displeased that we were going at it like two horny teenagers in the back of her store. Typically, I might have experienced some embarrassment or mortification. However, I couldn’t even pretend to feel any of that. I was basking in the fact that Lochlann and I could communicate our love for each other without people we may know spreading our business and making rumors.

  Lochlann might’ve had one foot out the door at my school, but he still needed to exercise caution. There was always a chance someone, somewhere, might dole out punishment for him.

  “I agree.” Lochlann smirked, and I saw the unconcerned look in his eyes as well.

  He trailed his fingers down my s
pine before stepping back. His light touch elicited a shiver of arousal up my body. His pleased smile made me mock-roll my eyes at him. He should be careful how he tread with me. Otherwise, he would soon find out how vindictive I could be, but in a totally loving way.

  “I know just the perfect shoes to go with them,” the sales lady said, seeming determined to break through our interlude.

  “Can you get a pair in size eight and eight-and-a-half?” I inquired as I continued to gaze up at Lochlann.

  I had never seen him so carefree and relaxed. I luxuriated in the feelings it evoked in me. I loved seeing this other side of him. I could imagine this was how he was before he became a father overnight. Golden and Paxton really didn’t need much more guidance, but I knew Lochlann had stepped in for them and became their rock. He also never hesitated or debated whether or not to continue caring for the two young siblings he’d rarely interacted with.

  From his stories, I knew he hadn’t been quite a partier in college. However, he hadn’t been a hermit either. In fact, a few of his fraternity buddies from college were expected to visit sometime in the near future. I was actually looking forward to meeting them and learning more about Lochlann.

  I might not be able to act as his girlfriend then, and he probably wouldn’t be as affectionate towards me when they’d be around, but I wasn’t hurt or bothered by the thought. I recognized the fact that society frowned upon our relationship. I understood that my relationship with him, his brothers, and his friends wasn’t acceptable by usual standards.

  But I didn’t think anyone had a right to judge us. I expected a lot of scorn and ridicule for our decisions, too. However, I wasn’t going to be a social crusader and shove my situation down their throats either. At the end of the day, if we were happy, then that’s all that mattered. I didn’t owe anyone any explanations, and I wasn’t going to justify my actions to them either.

  “Have you ever had sex in public?” I asked him coyly as I ran my nails over his pecs and down to his abs.

  He was extremely sensitive and could be turned on quite easily when his happy trail was caressed. I had been pleased to discover that tidbit of information and planned to exploit it in the future.