by Amy Brent
I rocked against her and held her in my arms. She clung to me. I felt like I couldn’t get as close to her as I wanted even though I was inside her. The desperation in the way she held me made me think she felt the same way.
“I love you,” I told her as I continued to bury my cock in her.
“I love you, too,” she half-whispered half-moaned.
I straightened above her. She unwrapped her legs from my waist and let me push her legs back so that I could get deeper inside her. She moaned as I rested her ankles on my shoulders and fucked her hard and deep.
Her fingers curled in the sheets. She couldn’t keep her eyes closed. Each breath was sharp and desperate. She was going to come.
I wanted to feel her tighten around my cock. I wanted to feel her get wetter. I pushed her legs back farther and slid myself deep into her pussy. She moaned and whispered my name.
My name on her lips drove me wild. I began thrusting harder and faster. She cried out my name this time. I grabbed her shoulders to hold her in place as my cock thrust into her. Then, all at once, we both came. I filled her pussy, and she held my wrists as her body shook with her orgasm.
We moved apart, and I flopped down on the bed beside her. She looked over at me with a smile playing on her lips.
Then she sat up and leaned across me, reaching for the nightstand on her side of my bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked, not that I minded the way she was squishing her tits against my chest.
She opened the drawer and pulled something out. Then she crossed her legs and sat beside me. She held up what she had grabbed: a pen and a little yellow book. Her diary.
I crossed my arms behind my head, and she opened the diary and set it on my stomach to use me as a table. I rested a hand on her knee as she leaned over to write. But I couldn’t keep my hand there. The way she was sitting was just begging for me to touch her. So I trailed my hand up the inside of her thigh and began playing with her clit while she tried to write.
“Steven.” She giggled, pretending to put up a fight. “Let me write this quickly.”
“What? You can’t write while I play with you?”
“No. I don’t know.”
“Try it,” I encouraged.
She scowled playfully at me and leaned over the book, the pen poised above the paper. When she pressed the tip of it to the page, I slipped a finger into her. She moaned but didn’t stop writing. Her hand moved quickly, frantically, as I fucked her with my fingers. I could tell that she was struggling to keep it together.
When she was done she fell back, my fingers still in her pussy. Her diary fell closed on my stomach, and the pen rolled off the edge of the bed. I picked up the book with my free hand and pulled my finger out of her to rub her clit once more. “Can I read what you wrote?” I asked.
“Of course,” she said breathlessly.
I opened to the most recent page. There was no heading like all her other entries, and she had written right smack in the middle of the page rather than starting at the top like she always did. The entry was short:
Dear Diary,
There’s something you need to know. Something that will make all the other pages a thing of the past: They lived happily ever after.
I smiled at her words.
“Happily ever after sounds pretty damn good,” I said.
“Doesn’t it?” she said, sitting up and leaning over me. I played with her clit some more as she kissed me. Then she lay on her side beside me, and I hugged her to me.
I ran my fingers over her hip. She pressed her ass up against my crotch. My dick was hard. I slipped it between her legs. It slid easily into her wet pussy. She clutched her pillow and arched her back so that I could get deeper inside her.
I worked her over slowly. She rotated her hips against me in an even rhythm. I loved the way it felt when she ground on me like that. She turned her face to me, and we kissed. I sucked on her bottom lip. She let out a whispering moan.
“Fuck me as hard as you can, fiancé,” she said playfully.
I lifted her leg in the air. She rubbed her clit. I did as she said.
I fucked her as hard as I could. She threw her head back and nearly screamed with pleasure. I kissed her shoulder and held her to me, burying my cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. She rubbed herself faster.
We both climaxed together. Then we stayed like that, joined together until I forced myself to get up and clean off. Allie did the same.
We got back into bed. Allie cozied up tight to my side and rested her cheek on my chest. I could feel her warm breath on my skin.
“So,” she said softly. “When do we want to get married?”
“Whenever you want,” I said. “You’ve wanted a fall wedding since you were in high school, haven’t you?”
“Yes. The autumn colors are beautiful.”
“Fall it is,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “What kind of dress do you want?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. I felt her eyelashes on my chest as she closed her eyes. “I guess I’ll have to try a bunch on.”
“I bet you’ll love that.”
“I will,” she said happily. “Married. We’re getting married. I’m so happy, Steven.”
“Me too,” I said, rubbing her shoulder with my thumb. “I can’t wait to marry you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Allie Wright. The best thing.”
She curled up closer to me. The scent of her coconut shampoo filled the air. I was so looking forward to breathing that in every night and every morning for the rest of my life.
I sighed. So this is what people had seen all these years that I had been blind to. Allie and me. Soul mates—two people who were meant to be together.
I was glad they had all been right.
The End
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Prologue
He picked me up in his arms and I held on tight to him, our mouths never separating as he laid me back down on a nearby patch of grass. I barely noticed the overgrown wildflowers surrounding us. Every atom in my body was only focused on him. There wasn’t room for anything else.
I gasped as his hands danced down my sides and he took advantage, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth to tease mine. I drew the kiss even deeper, pulling him down on top of me but after a moment he was moving again.
His mouth drew a teasing trail of soft kisses across my jaw and down my neck, making me writhe beneath him as a sweet languorous feeling filling my body until it felt like I was moving in warm honey.
I blinked my eyes half open at the feel of his warmth leaving but the heavy-lidded look he shot me heated me back up again. He started at my feet, easing off my boots before sliding his callused palms back up my calves, the back of my knee, the sensitive skin of my thighs. He didn't stop until he reached the button of my shorts, unbuttoning them with an infuriating slowness before sliding them down my hips.
Piece by piece he stripped me. His brows were furrowed in concentration and his dark eyes drank in the sight of every new inch of skin that was revealed as I lost my top, and then bra, and finally the little lace scrap of panties until I was completely nude beneath him.
I reached out to return the favor but he stopped my hands.
“Well, that’s not fair,” I pouted, “You get to see me naked. I should get to see you.”
“Not yet, sunshine,” he said on a hoarse chuckle. He looked up at me, wicked and so handsome it hurt, “I’m dying for a taste of you.”
I grew even wetter at his words, gasping as he bent down. He trailed kisses all over my body like I was the feast and he was starving. My shoulders, down across my chest. He paused to give special attention to my nipples, lathing them with his tongue until they were ha
rd points before moving on.
He didn’t leave any patch of skin untasted as he continued his kissing, adding hungry nips as he made his way further south. This time he didn’t stop until he was wedged between my thighs as I writhed beneath him.
“Hell... You’re killing me.” My words were strained as I hitched my hips, begging silently for more.
He shot me a sinful grin, “Not yet, sunshine.”
His hands slipped underneath me, pulling me even closer to his waiting mouth and he didn’t give me a moment’s warning before his tongue swept over me, drinking me in. I threw my head back as the pleasure exploded over me.
Instinctively, my hips moved, trying to get closer to him or pulling away, I couldn’t tell but he held me still as he lapped at my clit, every lick like an electric shock to my system. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, all the air in the world had evaporated and all that was left was him and his wicked mouth.
I groaned, long and loud when he thrust one finger inside my quivering pussy. A moment later he added another, all the while his tongue was still torturing me with wet lashes against my most sensitive bundle of nerves.
He pumped his fingers deep inside, just leaving them there as his mouth devoured me. The sudden lack of motion was driving me insane and I knew I couldn’t take another moment.
In one quick movement, I had my hands at his shoulders, pushing him onto his back as I straddled him. No more teasing. I wanted him and damn it, I was going to have him. Now.
Chapter 1
Quinn
I watched the cornflower blue sky roll by behind the pane of glass but I didn’t really see it. Fields of corn turned into fields of soy beans, and then golden wheat only to bloom back into corn again but I didn’t see that either. For a brief moment, my gaze clashed with its twin in the dirty window. Two green eyes staring back at me. Full of anger. Embarrassed. A failure.
I flicked my stare back to the front of the bus just in time to catch the driver’s loud announcement.
“Coral Springs!” His voice was hoarse from decades of cigarette smoke and god only knew what else, “Anyone getting off at Coral Springs, Iowa?
The vehicle screeched to a painful stop. My eyes slid closed and I imagined staying there, glued to the cracked vinyl bench seat as the bus drove towards the horizon.
And go where? I’m a college flunky with no job prospects, no home, and no money. The unwelcome reminder had the familiar flush of embarrassment burning my cheeks. There was nowhere else to go but back to the last place in the world I wanted to end up.
“Coral Springs. This is the last call for Coral Springs!”
"Damn it." Muttering the curse under my breath, I grabbed the strap of my tattered backpack and flung it over my shoulder as I rushed to the door. I could feel it closing behind me a bare second after my feet landed on the sidewalk in front of the small bench that marked the bus stop.
I cast a dirty look behind me at the bus, the effect lessened somewhat as the thick cloud of smog it belched out made me choke and splutter. I threw a middle finger up as the vehicle disappeared around a corner, watching it for as long as I could before I knew I couldn’t stall anymore.
Despite my best intentions, my eyes traced the familiar buildings of Main Street. There was Doctor Wiley’s office, who’d given me a cast when I had broken my arm falling out of a tree when I was twelve. I’d been so worried Jonah would be mad at me, but he hadn’t said a word, only waited till I was all patched up and then took me across the street to Rosie’s for ice cream.
Coral Springs wasn’t a particularly small town but it was mostly rural, with farmland and some industrial areas spread out with miles in between. It was small enough that most people knew each other. Everybody knew everybody else’s business. I hated it.
“Home, sweet home.”
The grocery store, the antique mall, everything looked exactly the same as the day I left three years ago. It hurt, to be back now. More than I ever could have imagined. Well, that’s because you never imagined crawling back to this shithole town as a failure. I forced myself not to cringe at the unwelcome reminder.
Three years ago, I had left Coral Springs without a backward glance. I had gotten accepted into the business program at the University of Iowa, and I couldn't wait to get out of this town. Away from these people. I had dreamed of graduating, starting my own business, and coming back in a few years, successful. I was going to show them all.
Yeah, your plan really worked out for you, Quinn. Except you forgot the part where you’re a perpetual fuck-up. Remember the lemonade stand? The carnival? The winter ball–.
I gave a violent shake of my head, wishing I could banish the thoughts but they were there, relentless, crouched in the back of my mind. Just waiting.
My gaze landed on the library, the red brick building still austere despite the vines crawling over the front and the spots where the cement stairs had begun to crumble. Lily was probably there right now. Lost amongst her favorite type of people. Fictional ones.
“I should go. I should walk over there and talk to Lily. At least let her know I’m back,” I muttered the words under my breath but my feet didn’t move.
Lily Ballis was my best friend. We had grown up together in Coral Springs, had been basically inseparable all through our middle school and teenage years.
But I already knew exactly how it would play out. I'd tell her what had happened. That I had drank myself through my junior year of college, had flunked out of almost all my classes and then I'd been caught with weed in my room. The University had a zero-tolerance policy. They'd barely let me pack my stuff before kicking me off the campus.
I would tell Lily all this, and she would nod sympathetically, her big blue eyes wide with understanding and kindness. And then she’d hug me and tell me that I was back where I was meant to be. That everything happened for a reason.
Fuck that, I thought angrily. I’m not supposed to be here. I glared at the town for good measure, turning resolutely in the opposite direction as I stomped down the sidewalk.
What about Jonah? That damned voice was back, whispering in my head but this time I couldn’t quiet it.
Jonah. My big brother. My overprotective, misguided, and judgmental big brother. No, I wasn’t ready to face him either. He would be pissed at me for fucking up such a great opportunity. I could deal with his anger. It had been directed at me plenty of times over the years, but what I couldn’t stand was the other thing. The disappointment.
I picked up my pace, distracted as I rushed forward, trying to outpace my own thoughts. Lily would be happy to have me back but Jonah was going to kill me for sure this time. There was no way around it. I was dead–.
“Oof!” The breath left my lungs in a rush as I ran into what felt like a brick wall that had suddenly materialized in front of me. My arms wind milled as I backpedaled, trying to keep my balance and then the brick wall was moving forward, steadying me with hands that felt suspiciously skin-like. And then it was talking, low and gravelly.
“Hey, there. Are you alright, sunshine?”
A small shudder ran through me as the words registered. It really wasn’t fair that a brick wall should have a voice like that. Like honey and whiskey and forbidden things all wrapped up together.
“What the hell? Are you trying to kill somebody?! You just came out of nowhere!” I said breathlessly, more embarrassed than angry, and it wasn’t just from the collision.
“Actually, I just came out of Lucky’s.”
“Lucky’s.”
Maybe my capacity for intelligent thought had been lost along with my ability to breathe because all I could do was stand there, repeating the brick wall’s words.
“Yeah, the bar. That I just walked out of.”
“The bar.” I glanced behind him to see the grimy windows of the dive he was pointing toward.
“You sure you okay, sunshine? Maybe we should sit down for a minute, just to be on the safe side.” The brick wall paus
ed for a moment and I could practically feel the warmth of his gaze as it drank me in, “Maybe I can make it up to you. Can I buy you a drink?”
I stood there for a moment, knowing I should keep walking. Knowing that I should go home and face the music. But damned if a drink didn’t sound good. Almost as good as the brick wall.
“What the hell.” I breathed the words as I turned and walked inside. Anything to delay the inevitable. And if I was being honest with myself, I wanted to see if the chills that had raced up and down my body were real, or if I had just imagined them.
It was only four o’clock, so the place was nearly empty. A few of the regulars sat at the far end of the long, narrow room but I took a seat towards the middle, rubbing my hands over the wooden bar top as the brick wall took the stool next to me.
“Hey Stella, can I get a beer, and what about you, sunshine? What do you fancy?”
“Whiskey, neat.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” The brick wall whispered, leaning so close his warm breath tickled my ear, sounding as if he was telling me a secret, “What passes for whiskey at this place is little more than watered-down motor oil.”
“I’ll, uh, I’ll just stick with beer then.”