Welcome to Blissville

by Walker, Aimee Nicole

  “My turn,” Kyle said. The wicked gleam in his eyes promised that he was going to draw out my torture slash pleasure.

  I loved having his hands and hot mouth all over my body, and I was just as eager and needy as he was by the time he reached the waistband of my jeans. Kyle tugging my belly button ring with his teeth was erotic as fuck. Every pull sent a zap straight to my balls and made my dick leak eagerly. I wasn’t even sure why I still wore the piercing until that moment when it increased my sexual excitement.

  “Fuck me,” I urged. I didn’t recognize my gravelly voice or the desperate urgency that raced through me. I had never been vocal and demanding during sex, but I could tell by Kyle’s ragged breathing and flared nostrils that he liked it. I decided to push him more. “I want you to bend me over this bed and fuck me like you mean it.”

  Kyle didn’t need additional prodding. We tore the rest of our clothes off as fast as we could, and I positioned myself on my knees in the center of his bed. I pressed my forehead against his mattress and presented my ass to him. I expected him to eagerly prep my ass, but instead, Kyle gripped both ass cheeks with his large hands and pressed his face between them.

  “Whoa!” I said when he licked a path from my taint to the top of my crack.

  Kyle pulled back and said, “Should I have asked first?”

  “No, it’s just I’ve never…”

  “Me either,” Kyle confessed. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.”

  “Okay then,” I told him. Kyle took his time stretching me open with his fingers and tongue until I was a trembling ball of eagerness begging him to fill me. “Do me already, Dr. Dimples!”

  Kyle chuckled over my exuberance as he rolled a condom down the length of his cock. “You’re so damn sexy all spread out for me like this,” he said, rubbing his hands along the back of my thighs. Then he pressed his dick against my entrance and pushed inside. The breath hissed from my body as he took his time penetrating me. I welcomed the sting and burn of his possession because it would only make the pleasure sweeter when Kyle started to move. He stopped so I could adjust to his size, and like the first time, he caressed my body to help me relax.

  The position I had chosen made it seem like Kyle’s dick was impossibly deep inside me, but it felt incredible. I pushed my ass against him enticingly when I couldn’t take the wait any longer. Kyle pulled back slowly and eased back inside a few times testing my readiness, and it drove me fucking wild. I fisted the duvet cover beneath me and growled low in my throat as he tormented me. “Stop toying around and fuck me hard.”

  Kyle’s restraint broke, and he snapped his hips forward, scooting me up the bed. “Like that, Chaz?” he asked. “Or do you want it even harder?” I loved the sound and feel of his balls slapping against mine with every hard thrust into me.

  The pleasure of his possession caused my eyes to roll back inside my head, but it wasn’t enough. “More.” I wanted to feel him for days after I left his bed. Every twinge and tingle would remind me of how I could drive a man like him to his knees with want and need.

  Kyle leaned over my back, fisted his hand in my hair, and turned my head so he could devour my mouth in a fierce kiss. No one had ever craved my touch and taste the way he did, and it went straight to my head and cock.

  Needy whimpers escaped my throat as I got closer to coming apart beneath him. I reached behind me and grabbed the back of Kyle’s thigh and held on while he drove us both to the finish line. He captured my shouts in his mouth when I shot all over his bed, and I did the same for him when he flooded the condom.

  I don’t know how long we stayed in that same position while our bodies came down from our high and our hearts and lungs returned to their normal speeds. Kyle finally pulled out and assisted me to a sitting position while he removed and discarded the condom.

  “Shower with me?” he asked.

  I missed the chance to run my hands all over his wet body at the hotel, and I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I followed him to the bathroom and feasted my eyes on his naked flesh while he started the shower.

  “It’s a little cramped in here,” Kyle said once we stood beneath the spray.

  “Cozy,” I countered. I had no issues with Kyle’s arms or legs bumping against mine every time he moved.

  “I think I’m ready to find a permanent home and set down some roots,” Kyle told me. I was too busy watching him rinse the shampoo out of his hair for his words to register immediately.

  “You weren’t planning to stay?”

  “No, I planned to stay, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted to live. I’ve always lived in town, and I think I would like the peacefulness and privacy of country living,” Kyle replied.

  “Do you mean a farm?”

  “No, I was thinking more of a few acres with a nice pond,” Kyle explained.

  “That sounds lovely,” I told Kyle. I imagined how nice it would be to walk around in my boxers and not worry about my mom, grandmother, or aunt barging in. I pictured myself looking through a window at a pond that shimmered beneath the sun. “It would be a serene place to write a book.”

  “Does that mean I could entice you to come over more often?” Kyle asked suggestively.

  I felt the flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck again as I realized that I practically invited myself to his house. At least I didn’t make it sound like I was moving in too. “Oh, I didn’t mean to suggest that I—” Kyle cut me off with a quick kiss.

  “I would want you to come over anytime you wanted,” he told me. “I would even volunteer anytime you wanted to test out anything sexual for your books.”

  “Anything?” I asked suggestively. Kyle nodded his head eagerly. “I’ll keep that in mind. Lucky for you I don’t write from a sadistic killer’s point of view.”

  Kyle bit his lip, but he looked curious instead of scared. I decided I’d explore that another night because it was already getting late. I took the washcloth he set out for me and washed my body while he watched.

  “I don’t want you to go home yet,” Kyle said. “We haven’t finished our dinner, and I like spending time with you.”

  “I like spending time with you too, but aren’t you tired after a long day?” I asked him.

  “I thought we could watch some reruns of Friends or play World of Warcraft for a little bit.” And just like that, I was yanked back to reality. There would be no cuddling in bed while watching reruns of our favorite shows once he found out what a jerk I’d been to him. I saw the moment he realized I wasn’t going to stay. His dashed hopefulness made me want to cry. “You probably need to get home and work on your book,” Kyle said, giving me a valid excuse to use.

  “Yeah,” I said sadly. “I want to get this book to my editor in a few weeks, and it will be hard to do with the few hours I manage each night.” Fuck! I made it sound like I regretted spending time with him and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. “I also realized that it’s good to take time for myself and recharge. You’ve been very good for me.”

  “I’m glad.” Kyle kissed me long and slow then said, “I’m at your service anytime you need me.”

  “You deserve better treatment than someone’s booty call,” I told him. He deserved a man as good as him.

  Kyle traced my jawline with the back of his hand before he slid his hand beneath my chin and tipped my head up so I could meet his gaze. “Let me be the judge of what I deserve, okay?”

  “Okay then,” I said, attempting to inject a lighter note into our conversation again.

  We were both quiet when we redressed and returned to his kitchen. The grilled chicken on the salads looked a little rubbery, but we were both famished and woofed them down without complaint. Unfortunately, I no longer had a valid reason to stick around once the food was gone. Kyle walked me to the front door and placed a hand on my arm before I could leave.

  “One more kiss,” Kyle said. I couldn’t tell if he was pleading with me or asking, but it didn’t matter because there was no way I could’
ve told him no.

  His goodbye kiss was so much different than any other we had shared. It was languid and filled with so much promise that my eyes watered with unshed tears by the time he pulled back. Kyle looked confused by my reaction until I smiled at him.

  “So much better than any book boyfriend,” I whispered as I traced his lips, committing the feel to memory.

  Loud voices echoed through his neighborhood when I opened the door. I stared in shocked disbelief as his neighbor lady across the street launched a pile of clothes out the front door followed by a set of golf clubs.

  “Get out of my house! I’m not going to stay married to a lying, cheating bastard like you another minute,” she screamed.

  A balding man shoved past her and ran down the porch steps. “Oh, Betty,” he said as he started picking up his clothes and clubs off the front lawn.

  “I mean it this time, Eddy,” she yelled before she slammed the front door closed.

  Eddy just sighed and dug his keys from his pocket. Kyle and I watched him toss his stuff inside his car before he got in and drove away. I shook my head then looked at Kyle. “He’ll be back in a few hours,” Kyle said. “They’ll make up just as publicly. It’s gross.”

  “No wonder you want to move to the country. Won’t you miss the show?”

  “Not even a little,” he quipped. “Goodnight, Chaz.”

  “Night, Kyle.”

  I had a heavy heart and a turbulent mind when I drove away from Kyle’s house. Everything I wanted was in my rearview mirror. I had to be honest with Kyle if I wanted a chance at the future I glimpsed when I looked into his eyes. I knew at that moment how Gideon really felt. Even if Kyle never forgave me for my betrayal, it would prod him to move on from me and find someone to make him happy. I would be glad for him no matter how much it hurt to see him share a life with someone else. When you loved a person, you wanted what was best for them. I realized something very important on my ride home that night. I was in love with Kyle Vaughn, but I couldn’t say that I was the best man for him. That was something that only he could decide, and I was terrified to find out what he would choose.

  I couldn’t get the idea of finding a permanent home off my mind once I spoke the idea out loud to Chaz. I had been thinking about it ever since Josh and Gabe bought their home, but I never put a plan into action. The house hunting apps available for smartphones were pretty awesome and made it possible to do a lot of shopping without pressure from an overeager realtor.

  After rolling it around in my head for one more day, I downloaded an app and selected the filters based on the kind of property I was looking to buy. Even though there were very few houses on the market that appealed to me, I started the process to get preapproved for a loan with the mortgage loan officer at my bank. I wanted to be ready when my dream property became available.

  “Honey, you need to call a realtor and let them know you’re preapproved for a loan,” my mom said after I received my official letter from the bank. We met for lunch toward the end of the week, and she sounded as excited as I was about the possibility of owning my first home. “That gives you an advantage over someone who hasn’t already been vetted by the bank. Besides,” she added, “realtors are often tipped off about great properties before they’re listed on the market.”

  “Thanks, Mom.”

  “Here,” she said, sliding a business card toward me. “I happened to grab a business card of the realtor who presented at the Rotary meeting yesterday morning.”

  “Mom, I didn’t tell you I was buying a house until last night so how’d you know to snatch one of his business cards for me?” I asked.

  “Busted,” she said then grimaced. “Becker is single and cute.”

  “Becker, huh?” I asked. She was already on a first-name basis with the guy. It was the first time my mom had attempted to set me up with someone, so he was either cute, or she was worried that I’d die old and alone.

  My mom shrugged her shoulders casually and said, “Two birds, one stone.”

  “Mom, I’m already interested in someone,” I told her. If Jenna knew I had a thing for Chaz then my mom did too. Did that mean she didn’t like Chaz or was she was nudging me to make a move? My mom was a card shark and could be hard to read when she wanted it that way. I didn’t even bother to ask how she knew he was gay.

  “You are?” she asked in mock surprise. “Are you serious about him, Kyle?”

  “Yes,” I replied without hesitation. Chaz made me very happy. He made me laugh harder than anyone, his smiles brightened my day, and just hearing his voice caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. I adored his kindhearted nature and the way he loved with all that he had. The lucky bastard who won Chaz’s heart would be loved for all his life. I wanted to be that man. I was positive we could have a future together if he got past whatever it was that held him back.

  “Well, Becker still sounds like a wonderful real estate agent,” she said before diving back into her salad.

  I called Becker the next day and introduced myself. “Ahhh, Racheal’s son,” he said. Great! My mom had obviously made quite the impression on the guy, or she overshared information about me. I was too afraid to find out which applied.

  “Uh, yeah,” I said. “My mom told me to give you a call and let you know what I’m looking for and the amount I want to spend.”

  “That almost sounds dirty,” Becker said.

  He was right, and I was mortified. “Chaz is rubbing off on me,” I said as an explanation. “Let me be clear, so there’s no confusion. I’m already preapproved for a home loan, and I have very specific things I’m looking for in a house.”

  “I think I can better help you now that we’re on the same page,” Becker said then laughed good-naturedly. He asked me a series of questions to get a better understanding of what I hoped to buy. “Rural, but not too far away from civilization. You’d like to have three or four bedrooms and at least two full bathrooms. You’re looking for a new home or at least an older home that was fully renovated within the last fifteen years. Let’s see,” Becker said as he consulted the notes he’d taken. “As far as extras go, you’d like to have a finished basement for a man cave, a large garage or barn, and property that has a pond. Does that about sum it up?”

  Damn, I sounded like a diva. “That’s right,” I confirmed.

  “How much acreage would you like to buy? That will help me narrow the search quite a bit,” Becker inquired.

  “I don’t want less than two acres or more than five or six,” I explained.

  “Believe it or not, I think I might know the perfect house,” he told me.

  “You do? I’ve been looking for the past few days and haven’t found anything close to what I’m looking for,” I told him.

  “There’s a property that’s about to go on the market that meets all the requirements you listed. I can call the seller’s agent and ask if you can see it before it gets listed,” Becker told me.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Absolutely,” he said proudly. “Let me give Stacey a call and we’ll see what she has to say.”

  Becker called fifteen minutes later and said we had an appointment to look at the house the following Monday night. He provided me with an address, and I drove by it after I left work for the day. The house was perfect, and I couldn’t wait for my tour. If the interior was as nice as the exterior, I’d make on offer Monday night. I was too excited to go straight home and decided to drive to the salon to see Chaz. I hoped to steal a few minutes of his time before he switched jobs.

  I drove around to the back of the salon and parked since he was due to leave shortly. I started looking through my emails on my phone to pass the time and was startled when someone knocked on my window. Meredith stood on the other side grinning mischievously at me. I rolled down my window and said, “Good evening, Mere.”

  “Have you taken to creeping around here at twilight?” she asked.

  “Nah, I just wanted to tell Chaz some exciting news before I
went home. Do you think that will be okay?”

  “I think it’s just what the doctor ordered after the kind of day he had,” Mere told me. “He won’t be much longer.”

  “Okay,” I replied. I would wait as long as it took, especially if there was any chance that I could make his day better.

  I saw him before Chaz saw me. He looked down at his feet as he walked down the back porch steps. I didn’t need to see his face to know he was stressed; his body was rigid with tension. “Hey, handsome,” I said through the open window.

  Chaz stopped suddenly and jerked his head in my direction. A smile spread slowly across his face, and I was happy to see some of his stress fade. “How long have you been sitting out here? You could’ve come inside.”

  “I’ve only been here a few minutes,” I answered. “I don’t want to keep you long because I know you have a writing deadline, but I have some exciting news that I wanted to share with you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I decided to move forward with buying a house instead of staying in the rental in town. I got preapproved for a loan and talked to a realtor tonight. He found the perfect home for me, and I’ll get to tour it before it’s listed on the market. I drove by the house before I came over here. I can’t wait to see the interior.”

  Chaz tipped his head to the side. “Does it have your pond?”

  “It does, and it’s the perfect size—not too small and not too big,” I replied.

  “Good to know that you’re not a size queen,” Chaz teased. “Tell me about the rest of it.”

  “How about I show you in person?” I asked.

  “Now?”

  “Monday,” I answered. “I’d like for you to come with me.”

  “Me?” Chaz sounded surprised that I would want him to tour the house.

  Apparently, I needed to step up my game if he couldn’t see how much I wanted to be with him. “Who else?”