The Right Side of Forever (The Perfect Duet Book 2)

by Meghan Quinn

  I drop to the bed, in disbelief from the amazing orgasm I just had as I hear Colby rustle next to me. When I finally gain the strength to lift my head, I turn to the side and see Colby standing above me, completely naked, hand on his enormous cock, stroking it. Every muscle in his body is flexed and rippling. His corded neck strains, and the sinew in his forearm waves with every stroke of his dick.

  He’s absolutely stunning.

  All male, and one hundred percent mine right now.

  Sitting up, I take off my bralette and toss it with the rest of our clothes letting Colby get a good look before I pull him in close by his hamstrings and move his hand. Steadying myself on his thighs, I hover above his cock before opening wide and taking him in my mouth, rolling my tongue over the head and sucking.

  A hiss escapes him when I flick the underside of his head, focusing on the sensitive spot that all men have. At the same time, I take his balls into my hand and start rolling them in my palm.

  “Fuck,” he gasps when I grab hold of the base of his cock and squeeze tight, my mouth continuing to work up and down his length.

  He groans.

  His chest heaves.

  He grips my head, holding me still as he very slowly pumps his cock in and out of my mouth.

  I clamp down hard and suck, making him buckle over, his hand falling to my shoulder.

  “Fucking hell, Ryan. Do that again and I’ll come in your mouth.”

  I go to suck him again when he pulls away, his cock so incredibly hard, I can see every vein running through it.

  Through clenched teeth, he says, “On your back, beautiful, and spread those gorgeous legs for me.”

  God, I love him so much. Not just because he’s sexy and a dirty talker or because he makes me laugh and cares for me, but because in this moment, he truly makes me feel worthy.

  Worthy of him.

  I scoot back on my air mattress and spread my legs. He crawls on top of me and says above a whisper, “Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m clean, baby.”

  “Me too.”

  His eyes become heady, the enormity of what’s about to happen hanging over us. One hand on his cock, the other holding up his strong body, he leans forward and slowly works my mouth, kissing me softly as he guides the head of his cock up and down my slit.

  “Yes,” I moan. “More. I want more. I want you.”

  “You have me, Ryan.” He pushes his cock at my entrance and I clench, preparing for his girth. “I need you to relax or I’m not going to fit.” He reaches between us and presses his thumb on my clit, meticulously rubbing it in small circles, round and round until I can feel myself start to float away into another place. That’s when he inserts himself inside me, inch by agonizing inch.

  “So goddamn perfect,” he says, straining, eyes shut briefly before those soulful brown irises connect with me. “You’re so fucking special to me, Ryan.” He moves his hips and fully inserts himself inside me.

  And he stills. Our heartbeats sync, our breaths mingle, our needs crashing together as we both start to move our hips at the same time.

  “I want slow, baby.”

  “I can’t do slow. I need you now. Make me feel everything, Colby. I’ve been so dead inside. I want to feel.” I need to feel. To come alive. To find my soul again.

  Not asking any questions, Colby descends with his mouth on mine and starts to move in and out of me, his hips moving slowly, making long strokes, and with every push into me, I clench around him, causing him to groan.

  His tongue mimics his hips. One of his hands falls to my breasts where he kneads and pinches my nipple.

  I scream in pleasure.

  He groans when I squeeze him again.

  We both become frenzied.

  I spread my legs wider, and he takes one and puts it on his shoulder, opening me up wider, then he drives into me.

  “Yes, just like that.”

  He pushes harder and harder and harder until I can no longer breathe, the room becoming electric, sparks flying between us. I’m at the precipice, my pleasure ready to fall over, when he moves his hand to my clit and presses down with his thumb. I fly, a strangled moan slipping out of me as my entire body lights up, euphoria hitting me everywhere.

  Above, Colby continues to pump, his chest straining, his neck tight, and his jaw clenched.

  “Fuuck,” he drags out, biting down on his lip. I feel him spill into me, groans rumbling up and out of him. The sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “So fucking good.” He presses his mouth against mine and makes out with me for a few minutes, our orgasms fading out.

  When he finally comes up for air, he kisses my nose and then falls to the mattress, taking me with him so we’re facing each other, side by side, our legs tangled, our bodies touching.

  I caress his face, emotion swelling inside of me again. “Are you really here? I’m not dreaming, am I?”

  “You’re not dreaming. This is real, Ryan.”

  I let out a sigh. “This is real. You’re really here with me.”

  “Yes, and I’m desperate to stay with you.” He caresses my jaw. “I want this, Ryan. I want us to work. It’s taken me so fucking long to figure out my true feelings for you; I don’t want to lose you again.”

  “And what are your true feelings for me?” I hold my breath, nervous I’m pushing him too much.

  Never wavering, never looking away, he keeps his gaze fixed on mine and says, “I love you, Ryan. I’m desperately in love with you, and I think I have been since the wedding but was too damn blind to realize it.”

  “You love me,” I say, not as a question but as a statement. I grip his cheeks and pull him into a kiss where I press my forehead against his, relief washing over me. “I love you so much, Colby. For the first time in months I feel like I can finally breathe, like the weight on my chest has finally lifted.” I shake my head against his. “I still can’t believe this is real, that you’re in my bed, holding me. I put my feelings to rest, knowing you were going to end up with someone else. I was trying to accept it, but you’re here, with me.”

  “I’m here.” He reaches around me and pulls my body flush against his. “I’m here to stay.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  COLBY

  Lips press against my chest, soft hair brushes against my chin, and the scent of Ryan floats into my nose.

  Happy.

  I’m fucking ecstatic.

  A part of me feels a little guilty, because a few weeks ago Sage and I broke things off, but we still text here and there to keep up. I saw her at Balboa’s house, we talked, and we’re pretty cool, no hard feelings, which is pretty rare given our situation.

  And the more I think about it, the more I realize I was filling a void with Sage, and she was doing the same with me. I was filling a void Ryan created without me realizing it. And now that I have her, I’m never letting go.

  “Good morning,” I grumble, shifting on the air mattress, every one of my muscles screaming at me.

  “Mmm.” She kisses my chest. “Good morning.”

  I shift again, my back seizing on me. “Fuck, this thing is uncomfortable. How have you been able to sleep on it for so long?”

  “I’ve never had a problem with it.”

  “We’re not sleeping here anymore. You’re coming to my place.”

  “Is that right?” She props herself up, revealing her delicious breasts. I feasted on them for a good ten minutes last night, lapping and sucking until she came from my touch alone. It was fucking hot, and then I fucked her tits as she squeezed them together for me. It was beyond sexy, seeing her love every second of it.

  I reach out and take one of her nipples between my fingers, rolling it. She tilts her head back, her mouth parting open. “Yes, that’s right. We’re staying at my place in a nice, normal bed that doesn’t feel like it’s about to pop every time I pound into you.”

  “You’re so full of yourself.” She sucks in a bout of air when I pinch hard. She’s abou
t to be full of me in a moment.

  “I’m full of myself, because I thought I was going to pop your air mattress last night? Babe, the mattress was wheezing. I was waiting for it to blow and shoot us off into the wall.”

  “You’re being dramatic.”

  “I’m concerned for our safety.” I bring my hands to her hips and lift her on top of me, scooting in the middle of the slightly deflated air mattress. I wouldn’t be surprised if we created a hole in it.

  I situate her on top of me and watch as she automatically starts to rock her already wet pussy along my length.

  She presses her hands into my chest leaning forward, her tits swaying.

  “This mattress is perfectly fine.” Lifting up, she fits my cock into her entrance and then sits, fully inserting herself in one smooth motion.

  “Shit, that feels so damn good.” I bring my hands to the back of my head and watch as she moves her body up and down, her hips swiveling as she comes down on me. I learned quickly last night that even though she likes it when I take charge, she also likes to take charge herself, and this is one of those moments, so I give her free rein.

  “Keep your hands there,” she whispers. “Don’t move.” She glides her fingers down my torso and then back up where she flicks my nipple with her fingernail. My cock swells inside her and she feels it. “Oh that was hot, Colby. Do you like nipple play?”

  “I like what you just did,” I admit with no shame, wanting her to do it again.

  And she does.

  While rotating her hips, she starts to play with my nipples, giving them the same torture I did to her last night, until I’m panting and sweating, ready to take over.

  “Babe, I need you to go faster.”

  “Are you there? Ready to come?”

  “So fucking ready,” I squeeze out, my throat tight from how strained my body is, how turned on I am.

  And then she stops. She stops everything and simply sits on top of me. My eyes want to roll in the back of my head, and she’s not moving.

  “Ryan, what the hell are you doing?”

  “Just giving you some time to think about our bed choice again.”

  Is she fucking kidding me right now? I can be all for giving up control, but not when it has my dick on the verge of orgasm with no release.

  Fuck no.

  I spin her onto the bed in two seconds and spread her legs, driving into her with all the force in my body.

  She presses her hands against the wall, her tits bouncing, mouth parting, and skin glistening.

  I move, fast. Thrusting, pumping, taking. My hips are wild, the energy inside me feeling almost out of control as I pound into her, push after push until she’s calling my name, her head thrashing from side to side, her orgasm squeezing my cock.

  A few more thrusts.

  One.

  Two.

  Three.

  “Fuck!” I thrust one last time as my orgasm rips through me at the same time the air mattress makes a popping sound, and we immediately start to sink to the floor.

  Once we ride out the wave of euphoria skyrocketing between us, I kiss the side of her cheek, and notice the extremely hard floor right beneath us.

  “Are you still going to argue with me about the bed?”

  She giggles. “The poor thing. It never saw your giant cock and powerful hips coming. You should have warned the girl.” And there she is. My sassy girl.

  “And risk staying here? Fuck no. My mission was to pop the fuck out of this thing and I did. Mission accomplished.”

  “Let me guess, this will go on your list of sex brags.”

  “Fucked my girl so hard I popped an air mattress? Yeah, I’ll be bragging about that for years to come.”

  “Your girl?” she asks, shy and nervous.

  To reassure her, I press my lips against hers. “Yeah, my girl.”

  She snuggles into me, holding me around my waist and giving me a hug. I’m basically lying on concrete. I’m sore as fuck. I desperately need to move. But right here, right now? I’m the most alive I’ve ever been. And it’s because of this girl. My girl. “I like that. I like that a lot,” she says, and I know I’m finally with my person. My forever person.

  “This is amazing.” I hold on to Ryan’s hand as we walk through a manmade tunnel, twenty-five feet in height.

  “I can’t believe how big these tunnels are.”

  When I picked her up this morning, I was a little disappointed, not only because she’d patched up that godforsaken air mattress, but because she was wearing a full face of makeup. I wanted to tell her she didn’t need it, that we were going hiking and I wanted to see her left side, but I also didn’t want to start our date on a bad note. Our date. Our first date as Ryan and Colby. It sounds fucking perfect, which actually takes me a little by surprise. Huh.

  I had a long night of flying last night, got a few hours of sleep, and picked Ryan up a little past one. She suggested we drive to Hoover Dam for a picnic dinner and a hike around the historical railroad trail that the workers used to build it.

  Never in a million years would I have thought of the idea, but it sure as fuck excited me.

  “Could you imagine being one of the people who had to dig this tunnel or who had to build Hoover Dam?”

  She shakes her head, glancing toward the dirt ceiling, taking it all in. “No way. It’s incredible what they accomplished back then with so much less than what we have today.”

  I pull her in close and kiss the side of her head as we continue to walk, a backpack full of food on my back and a backpack with a blanket on hers.

  “What was it like flying for the first time?” Ryan asks.

  I grin, loving that she’s so interested in my career. It’s not the first question she’s asked since we started dating. Her genuine interest is really fucking cute.

  “It was surreal. I had this idea in my head of what it would be like, to finally control a plane, but it was nothing like I thought. I was actually nervous the first time and scared as shit when we landed. Stryder was the same way. We wanted nothing more than to get in that cockpit but after we got out, we practically cried in each other’s arms.”

  “No, you didn’t.” She chuckles, tugging on my hand.

  “No, we didn’t cry, but fuck . . . it was really nerve-racking up there, being in control. It was like I built this idea in my head of what it was going to be like and when I finally got to do it, it was more like having an out-of-body experience. I can barely remember it. All I remember was feeling claustrophobic and making an incredibly bumpy landing. I got over the claustrophobia really quick.”

  “I would say you had no choice.”

  I shake my head. “It was something that never bothered me, but I think I was more surprised than anything. I always dreamed of flying but never got to experience it until I got to the Air Force Academy, so I was shocked to say the least. Now I have no issues with it.”

  “Was it during the first flight that you became addicted?”

  I nod as we make our way out of the tunnel toward another straight-ahead, the rock dirt beneath our shoes cracking with each step. “Yeah. After I got over the initial shock of it all, that I’d actually flown a plane, I couldn’t wait to get back up there.”

  “I can’t believe they just let you fly a plane like that.”

  I chuckle. “It was a glider. They start you out with a glider and an instructor. You’re not up there by yourself. The glider helps you get the feel for flying and helps you learn how to maneuver the plane at slow speeds.”

  “Oh duh.” She shakes her head. “I knew that. There are gliders everywhere, especially during the summer in the Springs. Hey”—her eyes widen in excitement—“maybe I saw you in the sky and never knew it was you.”

  That puts a smile on my face. “You could have.”

  We make our way to the other tunnel, Ryan gripping my hand tighter, our palms pressing together, our steps in sync. It’s weird to think we met each other over six years ago and yet, here we are, holding
hands, dating, in love with each other.

  She crept out of nowhere, hooking me faster than I could keep up with, and buried her soul in mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Part of me is a little angry it took me so long to see what was right in front of me. Ryan is perfect for me. I don’t need to come up with reasons. She just is. I’ve wanted to apologize for the pain I unintentionally put her through, but knowing Ryan, she’d hate that.

  “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we knew each other in high school or even middle school?” I ask. We grew up in the same town and didn’t meet until the party where I met Rory. We grew up in a big city, but to think our paths never crossed is hard to imagine, and yet, it happened with all my close friends from Colorado Springs. I didn’t meet Stryder, Hardie, or Joey until the Air Force Academy, and Rory and Ryan came around my senior year.

  “We wouldn’t have been friends in high school, and sure as hell we wouldn’t have been friends in middle school.”

  I stop, slightly offended and turn her toward me. Through my aviators, I study her. “Why do you say that?”

  She keeps moving forward bringing me with her through the last tunnel where she spots a little section of dirt overlooking Lake Mead and the desert mountains.

  Not answering me right away, she takes her backpack off and lays out the blanket, about ten feet away from the trail and in a secluded spot to give us some privacy as the sun starts to set over the mountains. It’s a perfect setting for not only a date, but for the conversation I want to have with her. Whatever she’s hiding, it has to do with her childhood, because she’s mentioned it before, and now I want to hear all about it. I want to know her deeper than what I already know. She’s so guarded. Maybe Rory knows some of her past, but I imagine she’s never let anyone else in long enough to entrust them with something as important as what truly shaped her. Well, I’m much the same really. Only Stryder, Rory, and Bent have any clue about my shitty upbringing. Ryan knows some too.

  I help her take a seat on the blanket and join her, putting my backpack to the side and pulling her between my legs where I can wrap my whole body around her as we stare at the lake.