by Mary Smith
“Meadow, stop stalling and read aloud.” Kyson’s tone was firm.
“Okay…um…all right.” I cleared my throat. “Marshall is in the bedroom with Becky. They start kissing—”
“Stop,” Kyson cut me off. “Read the words on the screen to me.”
I took a deeper breath. “Okay.”
Marshall walked behind Becky as she led them to her bedroom. She was shaking, but she wanted this. She was ready. She turned into Marshall’s arms, and she felt the comfort she longed for. She thought she had before, but she’d been wrong. Marshall was her true soulmate.
He began to kiss her neck and her perfume made his cock twitch. He knew she was worried about their age difference, but he was going to make sure she would have no more doubts about him.
He loved her.
He wanted her to love him in return.
He kissed down her neck as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Becky shivered as the silk fabric tickled her arms when Marshall pushed it off.
I paused because it was about to get graphic.
“Keep going.” Kyson cleared his throat.
I adjusted myself in my seat as the pressure between my legs built.
“Meadow.” I could hear the seduction in his tone.
I started reading again.
Marshall’s cock twitched as his hands reached for her bra clasp. Becky’s nipples grew harder as he aimlessly tossed it aside. He drew her closer to him as he maneuvered them to the bed. First, he suckled her nipple and then worked her thong down before he started removing his clothes. He inserted into her with a gentle push.
“Oh my God, Meadow. This sounds like instructions for putting together an IKEA bookshelf,” Kyson laughed.
“It isn’t like that.” The smile on my face was from his joke.
“Yes, it is. Meadow, I’ve read four of your books, and you’ve done great sex scenes. What’s the problem now?”
“Um…” How could I say the words?
“Say it.”
“I usually pull from personal experience,” I confessed softly.
“Ah, so you have been tied up then?”
“Yes.” I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me. “It was a guy I was seeing when I finished college.” I came clean.
“What’s the problem here then?”
“The truth?”
“Always.”
“I’ve never been with a younger man,” I declared.
“This book is about us, isn’t it?”
“No. I started this book before…us.” Are we an us?
“But, I’m the muse, right?”
“Technically, Yes.”
“And this Becky wants the fairy tale, right?”
“Yes,” I exhaled.
“Then it is us.”
For a long moment, there was silence. He was right; I’d turned this book into us. I’d used what I thought Kyson would be like and do to me in the book. I’d done it without even thinking.
“Meadow, since I’m the muse and Marshall, I think I should help you with this part.”
“How so?” My voice cracked.
“You said you’ve never been with a younger man, but I’ve had older women.”
“And…”
“Let me tell you how I would take care of Becky.”
My heart pounded against my chest. I released a slow breath.
“I would have taken Becky to the bedroom. She wouldn’t have led me.” His voice was low, carnal, and passionate.
He is really going to do it.
“Slowly, I would work her clothes off. Each time I undo a button, I kiss your…her…skin. When the shirt slips off, I would turn her around, and as I undid her bra, I would gently bite at her shoulder, making her nipples hard. I would remove her bra and caress her breasts, still nipping her shoulders.
“I would gently drag my fingers down her chest and stomach until I reached the top of her jeans. I’d pop the button and drag them off, leaving her in her panties. I’m hoping it’s something black and lacy.
“While I was still behind her, I would, over the lacy thong, toy with her clit, hearing her moan my name.”
I was breathing a bit heavier, and I was itching. Itching to touch myself and relieve the pressure I felt between my legs.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” I breathed without thinking about anything else.
“Meadow, are you touching yourself?” His voice was raspier than normal.
“No.”
“You want to, don’t you?”
I moaned and moved around my seat, trying to find a comfortable position.
“Do it, Meadow. Let me hear you as you touch yourself.”
“Are you?” I panted.
“I am.”
I licked my dry lips and reached under my yoga pants and thong. I thought of Kyson slowly stroking himself in the hotel room.
“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked again.
“Mmmm.” I couldn’t clearly say my words right then.
“I’d lay her on the bed, kissing each of her thighs, before opening her up. Feeling her squirm under me, I’d suck her clit hard, until she screamed my name.”
I rubbed myself and pushed on my clit. I was so wet.
“I wouldn’t stop until her juices were all over my tongue and mouth.”
I gasped, thinking of his mouth in between my legs. There wasn’t much air in the room, and my lips were dry again.
“I would kiss my way back up to her lips and let her taste herself. Once she sucked her essence from my tongue, I would position myself at her entrance and make her beg me to slide inside her. Once I was satisfied hearing her beg, I wouldn’t be gentle at all. I’d slam right into her. Feeling her tightness around my cock, I’d pull back and do it again. Over and over, I would continue until she couldn’t remember her name.”
The vision of Kyson above me, his green eyes boring into me as he slammed into me, sent me almost over the edge of my self-ecstasy.
“Meadow.” His voice was strained. “You’re thinking about me pounding into you, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” My voice cracked as I rubbed my clit.
“You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I was so close.
“I want you too, Meadow. I want to feel you on my cock. Fuck,” he grunted, and I knew he was coming.
It was my trigger. Thinking of him coming inside me sent me over the cliff, and I repeated his name over and over, riding out the wave.
We both were panting loudly over the phone, both unsure what to say next.
“Meadow?”
“Yes.”
“I’m so going to fuck you Friday.”
I giggled. Okay, maybe he did know what to say.
“I have to clean up before Remington comes back.”
“Okay.”
“I will see you on Friday.” He was leaving no room for an argument from me.
“Yes, you will.”
Thanks to Kyson’s help, I was able to fix the disconnected scene and send it off to Harlow to edit. I’d thought about using the phone sex as Kyson and I had done, but I didn’t do it.
Friday finally made it and I was anxious as I posted the cover of Kyson. I didn’t read any of the comments; I was getting ready for my signing.
I loaded up my car and headed off to Concord. This was the only time I really wished I had an assistant; I hated having to lug everything around, but I’ve learned the easiest way to carry it all.
Once the convention began, I smiled and interacted with my readers. I signed books for them, took pictures, and laughed with them. I’ve always enjoyed conventions. Well, not the packing part, but meeting and hanging out with my fans was the best.
As I started packing everything up for the trip home, I began getting nervous about my date with Kyson. I’ve thought about our phone sex session desperately, and I wanted him to do it all to me.
Our texts over the last couple of days were li
ght. It was mainly about hockey, and there was no mention of the book or sex. I’d wanted to ask Harlow her opinion, but I already knew what she would say. She’d tell me to grab a condom, slap it on, and ride Kyson like a mechanical bull.
As I turned onto my street, my face broke out into a smile. Kyson’s truck was already parked in my driveway. I pulled up behind him and watched him hop out of the truck. He was wearing dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He definitely had a bad-boy image going on, even though he really wasn’t one.
He opened my car door for me, and the second I was out, he grabbed my face and kissed me.
“Hello is so overrated, right?” I used his line on him.
“Something like that.” He beamed.
“I need to empty out my car.”
“I’ll help,” he volunteered, and I opened the trunk.
We carried the boxes and bags into the house and put them in my office. My cheeks heated up thinking about what happened in here the other night. Kyson was standing close to me. I could feel the heat rolling off his body. I slowly turned around and his green eyes were full of lust.
“We’re not going out, are we?” My voice creaked and my breathing was erratic.
He shook his head. “Not unless you don’t want me to take you to the bedroom.”
I didn’t say a word. Instead, I kissed him. I wanted him to take me the bedroom. I’d shaved every inch of my body this morning in hopes having sex with him tonight.
Our lips remained locked as Kyson picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. My first thought was he was going to hurt his back, but he didn’t complain or even grunt in pain.
When he put my feet down, he undressed me, and his lips were so soft against my skin. I moaned and gasped as he took off my jeans. He laid me on the bed, and I watched him remove his clothes. He was beautiful. His thighs were large and muscular. His abs had definition; they weren’t like a body builder or anything, but they were certainly there.
When he took off his boxer briefs, my mouth went dry. He was large and thick; and made me even wetter. My body hummed for him.
True to our phone sex, he licked and sucked me until I was shaking with release and yelling his name. When he did slam into me, there was a stinging pain and then nothing but pleasure pulsed through me.
“Come with me, Meadow,” Kyson demanded, still pounding into me.
I didn’t believe he could command my orgasm, but him calling out my name again sent me spiraling and Kyson followed. We were both panting loudly, trying to catch our breath.
When Kyson rolled off me, he took me with him, and I rested on his chest. I closed my eyes and fell into a restful sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Kyson
My arm was asleep, which woke me up. It took me a split second to remember I was still at Meadow’s.
We’d had sex.
Great sex.
I glanced at her next to me. I carefully moved my arm, and she rolled onto her stomach, turning her face to me. I brushed a strand of a hair away from her cheek. The bed sheet was pooled around her hips, and she was naked. I ran my fingers softly down her spine. She squirmed, and a tiny smile played her lips.
I eased out of the bed and thankfully found my underwear. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I sat down at the table and took a large gulp of water.
I couldn’t believe we’d finally had sex. Meadow has been all I’ve thought about since our phone sex the other night, even with Angela texting me like mad.
I’ve not answered any of them, but she has been begging me to call. I hadn’t because I didn’t want whatever drama she wanted to bring up. On the other hand, I wanted to know. I’d ask Kian, but I knew he’d tell me not to do it. Maybe Meadow could weigh in on it.
Real smart, Kyson. Ask the girl you like, and just fucked, if you should call your ex-girlfriend.
“You okay?”
I turned to see Meadow standing in the doorway.
“I’m great,” I beamed, forgetting about Angela. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore, but amazing.” She strolled over to me, and I pulled her into my lap. She had on my t-shirt and her underwear.
“Are you hungry?” Meadow stroked my cheek, running her fingernails over my stubble.
“Famished.” I really was; I’d not eaten since yesterday afternoon.
“We could get cleaned up and head over to Red Arrow Diner.”
“Sounds like a plan. Maybe we could jump into the shower together.”
Meadow laughed. “We’re not having sex in the shower.”
“Why not?”
“Because shower sex is never like it is in the books. In reality, one person is freezing and the other person is all cramped up under the showerhead. Secondly, you can’t bang me against the wall because my back will be cold, and you can’t lift me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll be worried you’ll slip and drop me.”
“So, I’ll put your leg over my hip or shoulder,” I countered.
“What am I? A gymnast? If you lift my leg that high, I’ll either get a leg cramp or break my hip.”
My laughter bubbled up, and I couldn’t help it. “Okay, then what’s your plan?”
“I’m going to jump in the shower and clean up because I’m still a little sticky. Then you can clean up, and we can go eat.”
Her words hit my brain fast. “Um…Meadow…listen, I’m clean. I mean the league tests me regularly. I should have put on a condom—”
“Kyson.” She cupped my face and kissed me. “It’s fine. I’m clean and on the pill. I’m not worried. You and I were only thinking one thing last night, and I should have remembered as much as you, but it’s over. If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be here.”
I smiled and pride filled me knowing she trusted me.
“I’m going to clean up.” She pecked my lips before she got up and headed into the bathroom.
I sat at the table and finished my water as I heard the shower going. I went to the bedroom and picked up my clothes. I grabbed my cell phone from pocket and saw Angela had texted me three times.
Ky, we need to talk.
Don’t you miss me?
I miss you.
What the hell was this? She missed me? She didn’t when I proposed and she left me kneeling in the restaurant.
“Kyson, I’m done.” Meadow walked into the bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around her.
“Please, tell me you’re not naked under there.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against me.
“I’m wearing a black corset,” she teased.
I chuckled. “I’m going to go shower before I rip that towel off you and get you dirty again.” I slapped her butt lightly and headed off to the bathroom.
Once I finished the shower and got back into my clothes, I headed out to see Meadow typing on her laptop.
“Rewriting another sex scene?”
“Ha, ha,” she scoffed. “No, I was making a note.”
She stood up and my eyes roamed her body. She had those tight jeans on again with a red, long sleeve shirt with some sword on it.
“Are you ready?” I held out my hand.
“Yes, let me grab my coat.” She led us out to the living room, where Puckhead was asleep on the couch.
In the truck, and even on the drive to the Red Arrow, I thought about telling her Angela had contacted me. Since we were just starting this relationship, I didn’t want secrets or anything between us.
Maybe I’d wait until I figured it out on my own.
I held her hand as we walked into Red Arrow. There were a lot of people there for it being almost four in the morning. Meadow slid into a booth. I wanted to sit next to her, but I didn’t push it.
“Oh, did the rewrite work for the scene we worked on?” I glanced at her over the menu to see her holding back a smile as her cheeks turned red.
“It’s fine; Harlow said it worked better.”
“Did you enjoy m
y input?” I teased her.
Meadow’s beautiful blue eyes met mine. “I may have.”
“May?” I scoffed. “What about last night? Did you enjoy the first hand account?” I held my breath waiting for reply.
Meadow bit her lip. “Very much so.”
My body relaxed, and we both went back to our menus. We talked about lighter topics, hockey, Puckhead, and Meadow’s career. It was great seeing her so passionate about her love of writing and reading. She almost bounced with excitement telling me what the betas said about the book. She said her pre-sales were doing well, too.
The waiter came over and took our order. Once he left, I asked her on how the cover reveal went.
“Great. You’ve got more fans than you thought.”
“No one’s interrupted our dinner for my autograph.”
“Yet,” she corrected me.
We began talking about hockey and the teams around the PHL. We’d worked up a big appetite and were both quiet when our food was delivered. She did eventually ask me about being traded around the past few seasons.
“Was it hard on your relationship?”
She was talking about Angela. “A bit. She went with me, but she wasn’t one to travel a lot. Every time she would get settled into a job, I’d get traded.”
“What did she do?”
“Mainly hospital administrative work, but she’s held all sort of clerical positions.” It was strange talking about her right now.
“How did you guys meet?” Meadow finished her food and pushed her plate away.
“When I was in college, I actually went to the library and studied.”
“No,” Meadow faked gasped at my lame joke.
“It’s true. Anyway, she and I were sitting at the same table, and I struck up a conversation and asked her out. I guess the rest is history.”
“What went wrong?” I knew from Meadow’s tone she really wanted to know.
“For one, it had nothing to do with our age difference, if that’s what you’re thinking?”
“Actually, I wasn’t.” She seemed a bit offended.
“The truth is, I don’t know. We were celebrating our fifth anniversary, and I took her to a very fancy, high-end restaurant, which I knew she liked. After dinner, I got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. I popped the question, and she ran off. About two days or so later, her sister came to our place, packed her clothes and personal things, and it was done.”