All Our Next Times: Fallen Brook Series: Book 1

by Jennilynn Wyer

  My brows scrunch together before his words hit me. His wish is for a daughter, our daughter. One that looks like me. Tears spring to my eyes, my body flush with a flame of love for this man so intense it would set the world on fire.

  “Every star on our tree is filled with a wish. Wishes that I want to share with you, spend the rest of my life giving to you. All you have to do, Liz, is reach for the stars and I will give them all to you. I love you so fucking much.” He moves my hair to the side and kisses my ear, my neck, my bare shoulder, and I shiver.

  “You absolutely slay me.” I’m so enamored with this boy. “I love you too. So much.” A single tear slips down my face, one that he captures with his finger and places to his lips. Jayson is kissing my tears away.

  Before I can finish expressing my appreciation for his extraordinary gift to me, we hear Hailey squeal next to us, Mom and Dad behind her. Mom’s hand is covering her mouth as she looks at the old oak tree decked out like Christmas. Dad reaches over and pulls her to his side, placing a kiss on top of her head.

  “That’s the most romantic thing I have ever seen!” Hailey exclaims and starts to snap picture after picture of us and the tree, fingers flying across her phone. “Brea won’t believe this.”

  Jayson groans against my shoulder.

  Jayson doesn’t notice, but his parents and Julien are standing on their front porch, arms linked together in a chain, watching us. His mom is silently crying, and Julien is videoing Jayson and I at our tree. He better send me a copy tonight. I allow myself a minute to take everything in. Jayson’s warmth enveloping me from behind and him looking so damn handsome, the tree in all its twinkling splendor, both our families sharing in our love. I think to myself, nothing will be able to top this moment. Boy, was I wrong, as Jayson shows me later that night.

  Dinner at Anaïs was unbelievable and I am a girl swooning. Jayson has romanced me in so many ways and it hasn’t stopped. He had bouquets of small yellow daffodils, my favorite flower because they represent renewal and look like sunshine, already waiting at our table in the restaurant when we arrived. Knowing I’m allergic to dairy, he made sure they had homemade raspberry sorbet available for my dessert. Once we arrive home, it’s past midnight and I am ecstatic to see the tree is still lit. Jayson reaches to the back seat of his truck and pulls out a swirled hand-blown glass jar.

  Opening the passenger door for me, he helps me out. “So what’s the jar for?”

  “We’re going to capture some stars,” he vaguely states, and we walk hand in hand to our tree. He plucks down one of the origami stars and places it in the jar. “For your collection,” he teases, referring to all of the jars in my room that hold various things I’ve found over the years. “It’s so you can open one and read it every day.”

  The thought of reading his wishes, the things he desires most that involve our life together, our future, stirs a primal emotion inside me. I run my hand across my stomach remembering his wish for a daughter that looked like me. What would it feel like to have his child growing inside of me? A burst of instant love and longing for that future unknown person takes hold of me and makes me lightheaded. We take our time picking all of the paper stars from the tree and placing them in the jar. Jayson has to get the ones that are higher up since I’m wearing a dress. Once we finish and the jar is full, Jayson takes my hand and leads me to the backyard.

  “Um, where are we going?”

  “Your evening, princess, is not over with.”

  “A romantic walk in the backyard.? How did you know that’s what I wanted most?”

  “Nope,” he kisses me as we walk toward the forest.

  “This isn’t going to turn into some lame horror B-movie scene is it? Clueless teenagers go out in the middle of nowhere to make out and are attacked by a chainsaw wielding mass murderer with a hook for his hand.”

  “Who says we’re making out?” he winks, and I pinch him.

  “Ok, I give up. Where are we going? Oh!”

  We stop at our old fort, the one Hailey and I built but belonged to me and my two princes. Memories of our days playing out here together coalesce in my mind like a slideshow, one image after another after another. Jayson is using the flashlight on his phone to help guide our way and, even in the dim light, I can tell something is different. New plyboard has been put up and a proper roof is on top. Jayson pulls aside a heavy tarp covering the entrance to the fort and I notice that the tarp has stars printed all over it.

  “Hold on just a sec,” he says as he stops me at the entrance before going inside. A flicker of light appears and casts a shimmery glow around the interior. Jayson has placed more fairy lights inside which are draped across the tops of the plyboard walls and roof.

  “Jayson, when did you do all of this? The tree, the fort?” I ask as emotion overcomes me.

  “Julien helped. I hope you like it.”

  “You definitely win the prize for the most romantic man in the world. I hate to see what you do for our five-year wedding anniversary. I won’t survive.”

  At the mention of our wedding anniversary, Jayson’s body stills. I know I’m in trouble when I see his eyes dilate from silver to black. My body quivers, my blue lace panties already soaking wet just from his heated look, my center throbbing almost painfully.

  Preparing for him to ravish me with one of his sensual kisses that I can’t get enough of, I’m taken by surprise when he brings his hands to my face, tipping it up, thumbs rubbing gentle circles next to the sides of my mouth. A small moan escapes me. My hands reach out and grab his arms from their own volition and hold on for dear life, needing his strength to anchor me in the maelstrom assaulting my senses by just his simple touch.

  We sway in a sybaritic dance, being pulled together by invisible ribbons tethering our bodies until we are pressed together - legs, torsos, chests, arms. Jayson’s touches and light fathomless eyes hypnotize me. He brings our noses and foreheads together, his breath wispy puffs against my mouth.

  “Liz,” is all I hear before our mouths open to each other and his tongue takes possession of mine. This kiss is different, dangerous in its subtle seduction. My body starts to float, lifted up on euphoric pulses of passion and desire, and it gives itself over fully to the boy I have loved since I was six.

  I want to savor each second for I know what this has become.

  A claiming.

  The fulfillment of a promise.

  Destinies of two people whose lives are so completely intertwined and are finally, finally, coming full circle.

  My hands latch on to the front of his shirt as my hunger grows like a wildfire out of control and there is nothing to stop it. The feel of his hard body, muscles conditioned by years of swimming, has me hastily pushing his suit jacket off, fingers already at the buttons of his blue dress shirt. My mind goes blank as my senses take over. One button, two, three, four, until I have released them all. I slide his shirt off to follow his jacket on the floor. Our tongues tangle ardently, break apart, and clash back together. I slide my hands up and down, the feel of his coarse chest hair sending tingles through my fingertips. Planting soft kisses as I go, I circle his body, my touch demanding I explore every inch of his exposed skin. My tongue licks and tastes the salty, musky sweetness of his skin that smells of sandalwood. I take my time and relish in my newfound exploration, all the while Jayson’s body is still and motionless, the only movement is his chest pulsing in and out with heavy, deep breaths. I make my way back around to stand in front of him.

  Like a seductress ensnaring her prey, I tantalizingly nudge the straps of my bodice aside, first the right, then the left, letting him know without words that I want him to take me, to know that every single part of me now belongs to him. His pupils contract to a pinpoint and all I can see are the glowing silver orbs of his desire for me.

  Jayson comes back to life instantly, and without hesitation, spins me around to pull me back hard against his bare chest. He pulls the zipper down on my dress, trailing nibbles across my skin along the w
ay. What takes just seconds seems like forever as my body shudders with anticipation. With a flick of his wrist, my dress falls to the ground to pool at my feet. Jayson moves his mouth to the juncture of where my neck meets my shoulder and bites down, his hands moving up my waist to cup my breasts still encased in my lace bra. Lightning barrels through my torso to my center and every muscle clamps tight. I whimper and shake in his embrace, excitement mounting.

  The warm glow of the twinkling lights surrounding us casts shadows around our bodies creating a dreamlike ambience. His thumb and middle finger find the front clasp of my bra and pull it apart before easing it down my arms to dangle at my wrists. I flick it off and reach both of my bare arms up and around his neck, turning my head to the side and back so I can reach his mouth. As our kisses consume me, he slides one hand down to trail wispy touches along the waistband of my underwear. I reach down and grab his hand to press it against my aching core. I’m on the precipice and need more.

  “Oh God, Jayson,” I pant, so aroused I feel like I may come just from his tender touches alone. Jayson spins me around again and drops to his knees in front of me. He lays his head against my soft belly and wraps his arms around my middle.

  “Thank you, Liz. Thank you for giving me this precious gift,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin. Goosebumps explode all over my body.

  Jayson licks and nips every inch of my stomach and thighs, curling his hands around my legs to hold me in place as he tortures me with sensation after sensation.

  “Princess,” he whispers up at me. I look down into the beautiful eyes of the boy I have loved for most of my life.

  “I love you,” I tell him and then my legs buckle as he slides down my underwear, puts his mouth on me, and consumes me.

  I was already teetering on the edge of orgasm, so it doesn’t take long for his tongue against my swollen clit to have me crying out as wave after wave of pure ecstasy ravages me. Jayson holds me up as I shudder and shake violently, his mouth not stopping until I collapse, bending over on top of him.

  As if I weigh nothing, Jayson lifts me up in his arms and my head droops against his neck, my body completely sated from the intense orgasm he just gave me. He takes two steps and lowers me onto a picnic blanket he must have laid out earlier that I didn’t notice. He raises himself up to stand over me, his eyes worshiping my naked body sprawled out on the blanket, my long blond hair fanning out like a halo around me. The way he’s looking at me lights up my body once again. “You are so goddamn gorgeous,” he proclaims.

  I watch as he removes his shoes and socks, trousers, and underwear. I watch as he pulls out his heavy erection and pumps it hard twice, a bead of precum leaking out. God, that is so fucking sexy I think, biting my lower lip. I kneel up and fist my hand around the bottom of his engorged cock and slowly trail my tongue up from the bottom of his shaft to the tip before wrapping my lips around the top and sucking, his taste amping up my arousal.

  “Jesus, fuck, wait,” he hisses before dropping back down to his knees to reach for his pants. He removes a condom from his wallet and tosses it onto the blanket next to us.

  “Not going to come in your mouth, baby. Tonight, I’m coming inside you.” His mouth clashes with mine, hot and needy, as our bodies collapse backward. My legs clench his waist, heels digging into the backs of his legs as we fuse together. My back arches off the blanket when his hot mouth covers my nipple. His hands are everywhere, pulling and pushing, guiding my body where he wants it, giving me pleasure wherever he touches.

  “Please, Jayson,” I cry out. Every part of me is so overstimulated at this point, I’m a writhing, needy mess. “Now, please, please, now!”

  Jayson lifts off me far enough to grab the condom, rips the wrapper with his teeth, and quickly rolls it on. He drops back down, arms on either side of my head, biceps flexing. I can see the vein in his neck pulsing, feel his heart pound against his chest in tune with mine. He reaches down to plunge one finger inside of me, testing my readiness for him, and my pussy clenches down tight around him. Jayson groans and I feel him tense. I brace for him, so ready to invite him inside of me, make me whole, fill me completely.

  Jayson is whispering to me, words filled with love that I don’t understand because my sole focus is on the feel of him at my entrance. My anticipation rises to a crescendo, years of waiting and wanting, coming to fruition, my soul desperate to merge with his. His body lowers down over me, and I throw my arms around him as he breaches my innocence and I finally, wholly, thoroughly, completely become his.

  I feel no pain, only the massive pressure of being invaded and stretched. Jayson slowly rocks back and forth, sinking in inch by excruciating inch until his pelvis is pressed tightly against my pubis. We both release twin moans.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he hisses between his teeth, sweat beading along his back. I love it, love the feel of his slick muscles bunching under my roving hands. But I need him to move, the thrumming tingles up my spine and in my clit telling me a second orgasm is imminent.

  “Move baby. I need you to move,” I urge him as a bolt of pleasure ignites my core when he slowly starts to pull out and then push back in.

  “I don’t know how long I’m going to last, Liz. This feels too good.”

  “We’ll have many more next times,” I tell him, using the words he said to me that Fourth of July when he gave me my first orgasm under the fireworks.

  I grab his ass and pull him into me hard. My eyes roll back and I moan so loudly, I’m afraid the neighbors might hear us. “I want you, Jayson. Please,” I beg.

  I can feel every part of his body tense and tighten as his forearms wrap around my shoulders preparing to give me what I so desperately want. I open my legs wider and hook my ankles together around his back.

  “Now, Jayson,” I command and lift my head to bite softly down on his neck where his pulse thrums.

  Jayson slides out and back then pushes in before he begins pounding into me, the friction of his pelvis hitting my clit exactly where I need it to take me higher. I suck and taste the side of his neck as he grips my left leg and pushes it up higher punishing me with thrust after thrust.

  “Yes!” I cry out. I want it hard and rough, and he is giving me everything he’s got. I always thought our first time would be soft and sweet, or gentle and quiet. This is nothing like that. It’s rough and dirty and brutal, and I fucking love it.

  His hard thrusts propel me higher and higher, catapulting me closer to that precipice I need to fall over so badly. Our mouths ravage each other, our kisses sloppy and wet. The sounds of our grunts and moans punctuate the night air as our bodies claim total possession over each other. Right as I feel him swell and expand inside of me, I detonate, crying his name out over and over again as my second orgasm rips through me like a freight train and my internal muscles lock down on him.

  “I love you,” he calls out, head thrown back, groaning loudly as he explodes inside of me before collapsing, and then everything is silent.

  “Fucking hell,” he mumbles near my ear.

  I press my nose against the crook of his neck which is sticky with sweat. My tongue flicks out and I taste him again, not able to get enough.

  “Mmm. Give me about ten minutes to recover.”

  I giggle. He tugs the lobe of my ear with his teeth and nuzzles me. “Let me roll over. I know I must be heavy,” his voice is muffled.

  I hold on tighter. “Don’t you dare move Jayson Jameson. I need to feel you against me a little while longer.” I don’t tell him my legs no longer work and I wouldn’t be able to move right now if my life depended on it. I already feel sore in so many places and it brings a smile to my face.

  We lay pressed together, the weight of his body on top of mine, my arms around his neck, and just breathe. Jayson raises his head to kiss me tenderly, once, twice, three times as his habit. “That was perfect. You were perfect, Liz.” He smooths my damp hair away from my face. I reach up to trace his eyebrows.

  “I’ll never look at thi
s fort the same way again,” I snicker. Jayson starts to laugh which reminds both of us that we’re still connected intimately.

  “I need to get rid of this,” he says and reluctantly rolls off of me to dispose of the condom.

  We spend a few more hours out in our forest fort, naked bodies entwined. And yes, my promise of more next times came true before we made our way home just as the sun rose.

  Chapter 14

  Elizabeth

  A noise keeps dinging near my ear pulling me out of an exhausted sleep. At first, I dreamily wonder if it’s my alarm for school but then remember that it’s Saturday, so I flip over and snuggle back down in my pillow. The dinging doesn’t stop. My fuzzy brain finally engages, and I realize that it’s my phone making all the noise. I decide I’m going to kill whoever keeps texting me at - I squint to focus on my bedside digital clock - eight in the morning on a weekend. I stretch my arm to reach for my phone and groan. Why the hell am I so sore? My arm stills when it hits me. It really happened. Jayson and I really happened. This time when I groan, it’s not from discomfort but from remembering every touch and kiss Jayson gave to me. I collapse back against my pillows and relive every moment our bodies collided together, his rough strokes inside of me, how glorious it all felt. My hand reaches down to touch my stomach and a smile spreads across my face. Oh, yes, it definitely happened.

  I hear the bathroom door click, and Hailey peaks her head through. “Thought I heard you moving around.” She swings the door fully open and I pull the covers back for her to join me. She barrels over to the bed and plops down next to me. After we settle, cocooning ourselves under my down comforter, she rests her hands under her face and looks at me.

  “So?” Hailey grins widely at me. I know what she wants but I don’t know if I’m ready to tell her about last night.

  I decide to buy myself some time by deflecting. “How was your Valentine’s evening?”

  Hailey gives me a knowing look but plays along. “Brea and I just hung out and watched cheesy Hallmark movies. We also tried out your new swing. Hope you don’t mind.”