Holiday Loves
Page 35
How is it possible to need another person this much?
To need anything this much?
His fingertips graze my skin.
Higher.
Higher.
Almost.
There.
He brushes my clit with his forefinger. It's soft, a tease. That's enough to send a wave of pleasure through me.
He does it again.
Again.
Again.
"Harder," I breathe. "Please."
His touch gets harder. Harder. There.
"Don't stop," I groan.
He doesn't. He rubs me with just the right pressure, just the right speed. Back and forth. Front to back. Then it's those slow circles that hit me just right.
Again.
Again.
The tension in my sex winds to a fever pitch.
With the next stroke, all that tension unravels in a hell of an orgasm. With my wrists bound, my movement is limited. I can't tug at his hair. I can't squeeze the sheets.
That makes it more intense.
I groan. I shake. I scream.
Brendon looks up at me with hungry eyes. He doesn't give me any time to come down. Instead he plants a kiss on my inner thigh.
Then it's his tongue, lapping at my clit. It's not soft or easy. It's hard and fast.
It's intense enough to take my breath away.
It's too much too soon.
It hurts.
I can tell him to stop. He will.
God, that really is intense.
I'm not sure I can take it.
He licks me again and again.
"Brendon." I go to tug at his hair, but I can't.
I can't do anything but surrender to his touch.
With the next flick of his tongue, pleasure breaks through the discomfort. It hurts in a way that feels amazing.
"Fuck." I rock my hips against him. It's the only thing I can do to contain my pleasure.
But it's not enough.
I groan his name again and again.
Almost.
There.
"Brendon. Please." I'm not sure what I'm begging for, only that I trust him to give me what I need.
He groans against my clit. The vibrations set me on fire. With the next flick of his tongue, I fall over the edge. My eyelids press together. My toes curl. I scream his name again and again as I come. The pleasure is intense enough to knock me over. Thank god I'm already lying down.
He doesn't stop. He keeps going.
It's too much.
This time, I'm sure I can't take it.
"No more," I groan.
Immediately, he pulls back. He looks up at me. "You taste so fucking good, angel." He presses his palms against my hip bones. "You can take more."
It's not really a question. I nod anyway. "Fuck me."
"I'll fuck you when I've had enough of you coming on my face."
"Please."
He stares back at me, his eyes on fire. Is he going to relent? Is he waiting for me to beg?
I don't know.
I only know that I need him. Now.
"Please." I press my thighs against his ears then release my grip. "Please, Brendon. Please fuck me."
He drags his lips over my inner thigh. He raises a brow as if to say keep going.
"Please. I need you inside me." My exhale is sharp. "I need your cock inside me."
I just said that.
My voice gets demanding. Whiny even. "Now. Fuck me now."
Slowly, he drags his lips up my stomach, between up breasts, over my neck.
Then he's kissing me hard and deep. He tastes like me. The thought makes me needier.
With his palms against my inner thighs, he pins me to the bed.
With one hard thrust, he enters me.
Fuck, that's intense in the best possible way.
I feel home.
Whole.
He kisses me hard as he fucks me. I can only react by kissing him back. By rocking my hips against his.
Then he's holding my hips in place, and I can only react by kissing him back.
Brendon groans against my mouth as he thrusts into me. He goes harder. Deeper. Faster.
All I can do is soak in the sensation of him filling me.
Of the bliss building in my core.
A few more thrusts and I'm there. My world goes white. There's nothing but the beautiful, blinding light of unbearable ecstasy.
I shake.
I scream.
I stare back into his eyes. They're heavy with pleasure. Then his eyelids are pressing together and he's groaning my name.
He thrusts harder.
Faster.
"Fuck, Kaylee." He pins my hips to the bed and fills me with deep, hard thrusts. "I'm going to come in that pretty pink cunt."
He thrusts into me again.
Again.
God, that's intense.
But good intense.
Then he's there, groaning my name and digging his nails into my skin as he comes. His cock pulses as he fills me. His lips quiver. His shoulders shake.
He thrusts through his orgasm, then he collapses next to me.
He plants a soft kiss on my lips and unbinds my wrists, the right then the left.
Brendon takes his time checking my wrists. He plants kisses on each of my fingers, on my thumbs, on the inside of my wrists, up my forearms.
He pulls me into a tight embrace. "You like feeling like you're mine."
I nod. "I'm always yours."
"And I'm always yours."
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MAKE YOU MINE
BY Tia Louise
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* * *
Grayson Cole’s eyes will stop your heart,
but his lips will get it going again…
Four years later
My brother is slaughtering The Righteous Brothers as we walk through the door of my grandparents’ lake house. “You never close your eyes anymore…”
“God, Danny is such a dork.” Ruby wrinkles her tiny nose. “Four years, and he’s still doing that Top Gun shit?”
Stick-straight, glossy black hair swishes around her ears. She’s a sassy Constance Wu and my very best friend.
“He loves that song.”
The roar of voices swallows my reply. I hate parties like this. I’d rather be home watching Stranger Things on Netflix in my pajamas. Only one person could get me to come here—or the sadness of saying goodbye to that one person.
“Your brother needs to get a life,” she shouts, leading the way.
I can’t argue. Danny’s been doing this routine song since he decided to join the Navy in high school. Now he’s a Marine. It’s four years later, and we’re on the eve of his departure for God knows where (they won’t tell us) with his best friend Grayson Cole.
Gray, who has every nerve ending in my body buzzing with anticipation.
The lake house technically belongs to my dad now, since my grandparents died, but he never comes here. After my mom passed ten years ago, he pretty much stopped leaving our big house in Oakville altogether. Danny and I are the only ones who come here. It’s our summer escape, our winter retreat, and of course, Party HQ.
“It’s sad, really.” Ruby dodges a guy pushing out of the kitchen, red Solo cup in hand.
I strain my eyes for Gray as I answer. “How so?”
“Well… Danny never takes his eyes off Leslie, and Leslie never takes her eyes off Gray.”
“Danny never takes his eyes off Leslie’s boobs,” I quip, real irritation in my voice.
Gray does not look at her.
I want to say this out loud, but I know better. It’s not worth the big scene, and I’m tense enough as it is.
We’re approaching the door leading to the open living room, and the closer we get, the faster my heart beats, the shallower my breath gets. I’m about to see him again for the first time since last summer—fateful, memorable, hot as hell last summer—and we only have two days before he’s gone again…
Will he even remember those days last year? Has he changed? Does he even care?
Swallowing the knot in my throat, I nervously play with the hem of my red dress. It stops mid-thigh, and has thin spaghetti straps, which means I’m not wearing a bra. My long blonde hair hangs in waves down my back just like he always liked it, and my panties are tucked safely in my purse. Surprise…
This has to work.
His familiar voice carries across the space, and my body stills. He says he hates this song. I know he does. My brother ignores him as usual.
I round the corner, and there he is.
“You’ve lost that loving feeling…” Danny’s muscled arm is thrown around Gray’s neck, and my face gets hot.
Love like muscle memory squeezes my chest. My fingers curl wanting to touch him, my lips heat wanting to kiss him. The space between my thighs hums with need. Last summer feels so long ago, but I remember everything.
As predicted, Danny takes Leslie’s hand, attempting to woo her. Leslie’s a year older than me, and she’s wearing a tight green dress that accentuates her Marilyn Monroe figure. Her eyes fix on Gray, who’s laughing and pointing at someone in the crowd.
Straight, white teeth. A deep dimple pierces his cheek. He nods, his lips close, and the muscle in his square jaw moves. He reaches out to take a fresh beer, and his bicep flexes briefly. My brother grabs him again, and his shirt rises slightly, revealing the line of a V heading into his low-slung, faded jeans.
God, he’s so fucking hot.
“Cut his mic!” Ruby yells. “Have some pride, man!”
Her voice draws Gray’s attention to where we’re standing. Our eyes lock, and emotion like electricity shoots through me, starting at my lower stomach and filtering through my limbs. His stormy eyes darken, and in that one look, I know he remembers.
Leslie watches us like a hawk.
A really pissed-off, green-eyed hawk.
My bestie is at my ear, breaking the moment. “How are you planning to get him alone with your brother hanging on his neck and that female vulture circling?”
Ruby and I are inseparable. She knows as well as I do Danny would shit twice and die if he knew how far Gray and I went before the guys returned to college last fall… and how many times.
I’ve held onto those memories like life.
Even after Gray told me I should date other guys.
“Your daddy’s right.” He looked at me with tortured blue eyes that contradicted every word he said. “You’re so young. You don’t know what you want.”
I only kissed him again, crawled onto his lap again, put his hands on me and made us forget my disapproving father, my overprotective brother. Neither of them had been there for me the way Grayson always had.
“I know what I want…”
“Andrea Harris?” A nasal voice kills my memory, and Ruby spins to block me.
“Incoming!” she cries.
It’s too late.
A skinny guy our age wearing plaid shorts and a mustard yellow shirt, steps around her to me. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
“I’m sure you have…” Ruby gives way.
“Ralph.” I force a smile. Ralph Stern has been hounding me to go out with him all senior year. Too bad he’s a mashup of Sheldon Cooper and Dwight Schrute…
Not to mention my heart’s been gone a long time.
“I didn’t see you today when I stopped by the shelter.” Ralph smiles, revealing heavy silver braces on his teeth, bless his heart. “Did you catch a ride with Daniel and Grayson?”
Ralph’s the only one of our friends who calls us by our regular names like he’s part of the parent group.
“I left early to take a shower.” I love my job at the animal shelter, but I didn’t want to smell like kitty litter tonight. “Gray came straight from the airport. Danny’s been here since Tuesday.”
The serenade ends, and party guests immediately mob my brother and his best friend. Gray’s head rises above the crowd. He’s smiling and charming, but every few seconds, his eyes find mine in a sizzling wave of promise.
He inspects my outfit, stormy eyes passing over my skin leaving heat in their wake. I’m waiting for him to move away, toward the dark hall at the back of the room.
“Did you hear me?”
I force my attention to Ralph. “I’m sorry?”
“Mother said her ladies group is having a special luncheon for Daniel after church on Sunday. I’m supposed to invite you.” Ralph’s brown eyes cast to the side. “She said to bring your dad, but I figured—”
“Danny leaves Sunday afternoon.” As I say the words, my heart sinks, because Gray will leave with him.
“It’ll be right after church in the fellowship hall. To say goodbye. She said your grandmother would’ve wanted it.”
“I’ll mention it to him.” Everyone in St. Stephen does things for the sake of my grandparents, the Oakville Harrises. You’d think we were royalty…
Except the Harris fortune has been disappearing since I was a child. My dad doesn’t work, he drinks all the time, which means we’re nearly broke. Pretty much all we have now is an old name, this lake house, the old house in town, and a few “priceless” antiques.
“In other news.” Ralph straightens, tugging on his waistband. “I took a job with pest control, so I’ll be visiting the clinic pretty regularly. Maybe we can go out to lunch sometime.”
I see Gray drift to the back hall. My stomach is tight, and I clock the amount of time it’ll take me to meet him without drawing unwanted attention.
“Wait, you remove pests?” Ruby’s loud voice cuts in. “How ironic.”
“It’s mostly raccoons, but I had two ladies call with snakes in their swimming pools last week.”
“Metaphorically speaking?” She’s teasing, but I’m too distracted to play along.
“I don’t understand.” Ralph frowns at her. “They were water moccasins.”
I give Ruby’s arm a squeeze. “I have to use the restroom.”
“I’ll be here!” Ralph calls after me.
“I’ll be at the keg.” Ruby heads to the kitchen.
I plunge into the crowd of familiar faces, following him like a starving kitten. I smile and say hello to people I’ve known my whole life. It takes forever to pick my way through without seeming suspicious, and thanks to Ralph’s water moccasin story, my mind has gone to the first time I ever saw Grayson Cole.
It’s not a clear memory, only shadows and feelings…
* * *
I was four years old, standing barefoot on the path leading behind our old neighborhood.
Brown grasses taller than my head separated it from the wide canal that ran like a river all the way to Lake Mary. A shiny black snake with bright yellow spots had zipped across my feet, its thick body slippery and fast and forever long, and I screamed as loud as I could.
I screamed and screamed. I stood there screaming until Grayson appeared.
“What was it? A snake?”
I nodded rapidly, and he leaned down, inspecting my small feet and legs. He was only eight, but he seemed like a grown-up, so serious making sure I wasn’t hurt.
The reptile was long gone, and I was just standing there, crying in my yellow-checkered romper, my white-blonde hair in two plaits on each side of my head.
Gray hesitated only a moment before wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the ground. He carried me up the path, jogging to the opening in the chain-link fence behind the big hydrangea bush at the back of Mr. Halley’s garden.
I bounced wildly in his arms, and I held onto his skinny shoulders for dear life until I heard my mamma’s panicked cries.
“Andrea!” Her hysterical voice made me cry more.
“She’s not hurt, ma’am.” Gray put me on my feet, and I flew into my mother’s arms. “It was just a snake.”
More panic ensued, and I was carried straight into the house and fussed at for leaving the yard, wandering off by myself. Everyone forgot my savior.
Everyone but me…
Eight years passed before he saved me again.
Ovarian cancer stole my mother’s life, and I’d sneaked out of her funeral, hoping I could outrun the pain.
I ran and ran until I dropped to my hands and knees on that same dirt path. Grass stains ruined my fancy church dress, and I dug my nails into the damp earth, letting out another scream.
This time my screams were the pain of loss. My ribs cinched like a vise over my lungs. My body doubled with the pressure of my sobs, and I held onto that ground for dear life, convinced I’d never stop screaming, until a warm body appeared beside me.
Those same arms wrapped around me, and he held me on his lap, rocking me, rubbing my back, and saying quiet words of comfort. I don’t remember what he said. I only remember holding on to him for dear life as grief ripped me apart.
Stormy eyes reflected my anguish back at me. Gray had come to our town to live with his uncle after his mother died. He knew my pain.
We didn’t say much afterward. He went back to being Danny’s best friend, and I went back to being Danny’s little sister. Occasionally I’d catch his eyes on me, which meant my eyes were on him, but it wasn’t until last summer our relationship changed in a major way.
Danny and Gray were home from college, and we were all here at the lake house, hanging out. Ruby and I walked down to the pier where the boys were splashing and dunking each other in the brown water.
I took off my white cover-up to reveal a matching string bikini. My body had changed a lot in five years.
When I met Gray’s eyes, they weren’t frightened or sad. They were fire and lust, and every part of me lit up in response. He swam away from the guys to where we were sitting, and when he pushed out of the water, I learned a new kind of hunger.