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by Rue, Rebekah


  When the light bulb in his head goes on and he understands what I’m saying, he drops the straps with a moan and eases over me, sliding his hands under my arms and curving them under my back, holding his weight on his forearms and cupping his hands over my shoulders securely. The hold is tight and controlled. Like this he can set the pace and depth of penetration. There isn’t much room to wiggle.

  “I love you. I love you. I love you,” Heath professes. I love those words. My chest aches as I’m completely caught in the moment when his grip tightens and his lips seal over mine intimately. All I can do is inhale sharply as he claims my virginity with a firm thrust, breaking away the barrier, collecting a part that will forever be his. Burning pleasure bleeds out from that spot, hurting so good. Heath holds very still. With shaky breaths, I purse my lips through the pain.

  He doesn’t move. His eyes stay softy trained on me as my body gradually accepts the intrusion. He fills every inch. When the burning starts to subside, my brows relax and I stretch up and place a kiss to his mouth, reassuring Heath with a smile.

  He smiles back. “I’m sorry, my love. I’ll go slowly.”

  My heart swells with love, nodding. His hips slowly start to move in and out fluidly, with no restrictions. Loving smooth strokes gradually build with intensity. It has me closing my eyes, but his silky voice has them popping back open. “Open your eyes. Wake up with me every morning.” I bite my lip, staring up at him. “Build your life with me. I’ll give you everything you need.” Quivers ricochet in my groin when Heath leans his body to the right and pins my clit between two fingers, gently moving them in a circle. I moan, accepting the pure bliss.

  “I can feel you getting tighter; you’re almost there.” The hand on my shoulder tightens and the thrusts grow deeper and faster, more frantic. I relish the new sensation developing as the crown of his dick fondles my g-spot.

  “Oh God, that’s amazing . . . don’t stop!” I beg.

  With a few more pumps, his dick thickens and my walls tighten, clenching, rippling down his shaft as every nerve inside explodes with the most satisfyingly charged orgasm. Our eyes stare unblinking, my nails cling tightly to his back, and I hear nothing but surrendering moans, groans, and ‘I-love-yous’ as we completely come apart and then fall closer back together.

  We’re both shuddering from the last bit of our release, breathing so hard we can’t move. Our bodies are speckled in sweat, and his cock is still throbbing inside me. I lick the heat from my lips, feeling more loved than I ever have before as he guides me through something I’m so afraid of. We don’t need words; we’re simply enjoying the peace that’s blanketed the room, lying in each other’s arms, kissing. Heath shifts to the side, and I suck a sharp breath in with the drag of his penis. My tissues are sensitive, yet that simple move has me craving more. Heath gathers me up in his arms, snuggling me into his side. We share the softest of kisses and the softest of words, lulling our exhausted minds and bodies to sleep. I don’t have to worry about sneaking home or worry that I’ll be yelled at as soon as I step foot inside. For once it’s heaven to know my heart has finally found a place to go home to.

  Chapter 17

  Lo

  I don’t move all night. I don’t have any nightmares at four a.m. that leave me in a cold sweat or feelings of doubt. The next morning I wake to a trio of beautiful birds serenading me and the warmest set of arms with no feelings of regret. A world with him is a far better world to wake up to.

  Carefully slipping from the bed, I grab the duvet cover at the foot and wrap it around me. I have a sway to my step, and my skin glows from happiness. Finishing up in the bathroom, I eye the pink blush across my cheeks, the light sparkle in my eyes, and the smile I can’t quite relax. I reach down for the toothpaste when a colorful arm drapes around my neck like a statement necklace, and fireflies in my tummy spark to life, reaffirming just how much I love him. Instinctively, I rub that arm.

  “What do you think you’re doing in here?” Heath says in a morning voice, closing his eyes and inhaling the soft part of my neck. I giggle, squirming in his arms. “I do hope you’re not trying to wash me out of you.”

  “Heath . . .” I start out, but he bites my earlobe and trails kisses down my neck.

  “Come back to bed.”

  “I will; just let me—”

  “Nope.” Effectively cutting me off, he scoops me up and carries me back to our disheveled bed. I fall face down on the mattress and stretch. Heath starts at the base of my neck and runs a firm hand down my spine to the two dimples at the bottom. Then with the base of his hands he runs them back up the sides of my back, squeezing the muscles at the tops of my shoulders. “Are you sore?”

  I moan. “Not up there I’m not.”

  “Mm, where then? Down here?” he asks purposely rubbing a finger across my labia, awakening my arousal. I raise my hips fractionally and spread my legs so I’m almost on my knees, tilting my pelvis to give him full access. I want more.

  “Greedy little girl. Do you know how gorgeous you are? Come home with me, and we can play every morning like this.” Lightly stroking my backside with his hands, he lines himself up between my thighs, getting directly behind me on his knees. I’ve never felt this way with a man and my hips sway, pleading, feeling the moisture thicken. He grips my hips like a set of handle bars, steadily raising them to his level. My body lies at a drastic angle with my ass up and my face slanted against the mattress, his dick resting between the swells of my ass. “Lo, I can see your pussy glistening for me; you’re so perfect.” With two fingers, he soaks the tips, bringing them to the soft patch of skin between my vagina and my anus. He smears the moisture there, using it to massage the delicate spot with one hand and my clit with the other. Periodically, he returns for more, never once pushing a finger inside me, stimulating random nerves and wreaking havoc on my insides, all the while slowly pumping his hips so that his penis drags along the center of my ass. I’m on the edge, moaning and squirming with pleasure. “Please . . . I need more,” I breathlessly demand.

  All of a sudden his hands forcefully grab my hips and his solid penis plunges into me deeply. I surge forward, crying out, but quickly recover, matching his every pull with a push, deepening our momentum. I reach between our legs, finding his sack, and lightly graze my nails over his scrotum, feeling it tighten. “Fuck, Lo, your body’s unbelievable perfect. We’re perfect; I want this with you forever.” All I can do is whimper because the tip of his masterful penis is stroking my g-spot on point. I’m so turned on. My legs start to tremble as the pumping gets faster, hands grip me harder, and all control is lost as he frantically slams me firmly onto his cock. “I’m not stopping. This bed could be on fire and I’m not stopping until we’re both satisfied,” he says through heavy pants.

  “No, don’t stop. Don’t stop. I love this. I love you, Heath.” In pure delight, every pelvic muscle constricts to the breaking point, and I cry out his name. Heath firmly clutches my hips to him one last time and holds still, pumping his seed deep inside me. Completely exhausted, he wraps his arms around my waist in a hug, and we fall, face down onto the bed, his penis still semi hard in me, slowly coming down from our orgasms. My eyes are closed and I can feel Heath’s pants graze across the back of my neck. My body is tender and my muscles sore. I can’t help but smile into the sheets, happily sated, mind, body, and soul. What we have is

  Organic,

  Captivating,

  Magical,

  Manic,

  Heavenly,

  And Strong.

  Let no one take this away.

  We’ve taken a huge step, and now everything has changed. Heath has reached into me and carved his name on my heart, only to revive all the love inside me that had once died.

  He rolls off and collects me in his arms, pulling me partially over him. I rest my chin on his chest, looking up as he gazes down, sprinkling soft kisses to my lips. “I love you.” He pauses. “Do you love me?”

  “You know I do.” I simply state, kiss
ing his chest.

  Heath smiles and lets out a contented sigh, dropping his head back to the pillow.

  “So how is this going to work?” I ask. “I have school still until December, and—”

  “You have to get rid of your boyfriend first.” My heart sinks as reality starts to invade the hotel suite. All of a sudden the beautiful pearl-and-diamond necklace around my neck that I forgot was there, suddenly feels tight and constricting. God, what have I done? Not once did I think of Talon. I’m sure he’s worried sick. “Are you okay?” Heath asks. “You do agree, right?”

  I suck my lip in, knowing I need to answer. “No, you’re right. I just don’t want to hurt him.”

  Heath kisses the top of my head, hugging me comfortingly. “Do what you need to do. My flight leaves today at noon, I have a couple more galleries I have showings at, and then I’ll be back in Texas for a while. Work out everything here and come home to me quickly.” He looks down once more and pulls me up to his lips from under my arms. I kiss him as best I can, considering the day I have ahead of me. Right then a knock comes from the front door, and Heath lays one last lingering kiss to rest. “I’ll be right back,” he says, getting out of bed.

  I take that time to find my dirty clothes, sliding on my shorts and balling the rest up neatly so I can carry them. One of Heath white T-shirts sits folded, peeking through the open flap of his duffle bag. I reach down and slide it on. I don’t care that the big thing hangs halfway down my thighs; it’s heaven because it smells like him. On my way out, I pull the collar up to my nose and inhale—feeling more content than ever before, as thoughts of Heath saturate my mind. When I come around the corner, Heath is standing with his back to me in a pair of gym shorts, reading a small piece of paper that he’s holding in his hand. He doesn’t hear me come up behind him, and I’m about to wrap my arms around his waist when some of the words jump off the tiny paper and drop kick me in my face.

  Bora Stone

  Rm: 8649

  Mav, hope everything is alright. I couldn’t get through to your cell, so I asked the front desk to deliver a message. Falling asleep wasn’t as easy without you next to me. You never FaceTimed and something didn’t feel right. I hope you made it in okay last night. Call me as soon as you get this. I love you. See you soon.

  Olivia xxxooxxx

  My heart stops, literally ceases to beat. Maybe because it just died.

  Heath feels me over his shoulder and quickly crumples the note into a ball, playing nonchalant. I know better. The poison has already traveled through my eyes into my bloodstream to all my major organs, destroying my heart and tainting my soul. I’m sure my face looks shocked since the proper words won’t form; only mean nasty word vomit comes to mind. Heath eyes me and holds his hands out to me. “I think we need to sit down and talk about this.”

  I can’t help the laugh that slips out. “NOW you want to talk? NOW that you’re being forced to tell me. How convenient. You never thought to bring up . . . what’s her name . . . Olivia before we fucked!”

  “You and I both know that’s not what that was in there,” Heath states, pointing in the direction of the dirty hotel mattress I just gave myself up on.

  “No, you’re right; it was a nothing but a MISTAKE.” I shout. “We’re you even seeing me when you looked into my eyes and told me all those lies? You probably envisioned her the whole time.” I think I’m going to vomit.

  “Lo, baby, please!” Heath tries reaching out and touching my arm, but I recoil, making a bitter face. I put the appropriate amount of space between us that friends usually keep. What do they recommend? Six inches of personal space?

  Done and then some!

  I’m just glad something like this slapped me in the face now rather than after I flushed my life down the toilet for shit.

  I move about, searching for my shoes and purse. I’m getting the hell out of there, now! Heath mirrors my moves, following me between the furniture. “Lo, stop! Don’t make us into something that’s wrong.”

  I flip around, my purse swinging across my body. “Excuse me. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure this is wrong!” I take a few steps in his direction. “Can I ask you one question? And no lying.” I pointed.

  “Yes, of course, anything.”

  “Where is this girlfriend now? Hmmm?” I wait, my eyes jumping between his. “Is she at the apartment you share? Sleeping in your bed? I bet she even takes care of the dog you adopted like a family.” The asshole just stays silent. I guess he doesn’t want to convict himself. I shake my head, grossed out with the thought. “You disgust me.” I throw my wadded-up clothes in his face, storming to the front door.

  “Lo, I’m sorry,” he yells after me.

  “Save it! It’s too late to apologi—”

  In that instant, big arms spin me around, boa constricting my body, and solid lips silence me. At first I fight his hold, but he has me tightly pressed to his chest. I can’t win. I make my body go soft, non-reactive, but even that I lose control over. He presses his lips harder against mine, blending our tongues, and I obediently soften. My body melts into his and he grabs the sides of my face, going to town.

  I’m pathetic, I know. I don’t even fight him after that. It feels too good. When my back hits the wall behind me, my brain reconnects.

  Abruptly, I shove him, delivering a sharp slap across his face. The sound echoes through the room, and I stare up at him, blinking away the tears that sting my eyes. “Don’t touch me! And that was for Olivia.”

  He flinches, but I think it’s my words that hurt more than the strike. The only thing I focus on now is leaving. With all my things, I slip out the front door, making it into the elevator when a hand catches the doors from closing. My body tenses, and my angry glare is met by another angry face. “I don’t think you understand that I am not letting you go this time. I never thought I would find you again, and you’re all I want. I’ll end it with her; we’re done!” Staring hard, he tries to make his words mean something.

  The doors ding with warning, but Heath forcefully holds them ajar. Sighing, I make my voice sound as if I don’t care. “I don’t think you have a choice in the matter now, do you? Now if you’ll step aside, I need to get home to my boyfriend who does love me enough to put me first. Good-bye, Heath.”

  As if he lost all strength, Heath’s arms fall, and he takes a rigid step back. The devastation on his face as the doors shut nearly kills me. I want to crumble right there but fight to hold it together a little longer. I rush outside, the warm air smacking me in the face. Keeping my head down, I stagger with blinding tears, watching them fall from my eyes and mark the cement below. I just need to get a block away.

  The sun is shining and it’s a beautiful day. The warmth of my body heats the shirt, and his fucking divine smell makes the gravity of the situation feel all too much. My hands twitch to rip it off and chuck it in a passing trashcan.

  Somehow I make it all the way to my bedroom and am relieved to find Maggie not home. I’m not ready to explain. The second the door shuts my legs give out, and I wilt to the floor. I cry, blame, and feel sorry for myself, but that’s all I will allow . . . one night. There’s nothing left to do but let him fade from my memory like the damn bruises on my hips. Tomorrow I’ll wake up a new girl and treat our encounter as if it never happened.

  The not-so-funny thing about it is I worry more about the man-whore duping me than the nice guy.

  Unbelievable.

  Chapter 18

  Lo

  I pour every ounce of my being into my relationship with Talon. I’m scum and will never forgive myself for having an accident. It makes me feel better to call it that, even though I don’t deserve to feel better. I didn’t just accidently trip and fall onto his penis. Talon questions my whereabouts that night and it pains me to omit the truth, explaining that I accidently forgot my phone at home when a girlfriend from my writing class and I got together to work on a paper. We had some glasses of wine, it got late, and I figured it was safer if
I just stayed at her place.

  Talon pulls me to his welcoming chest, relieved, kissing the same spot on my head that not twenty-four hours ago Heath had kissed. A small pang of guilt passes through me but is quickly replaced with begging to have his body all over mine.

  I meet Bain under fortuitous circumstances. I’ve had a long day with school and fighting over something stupid with Talon. I just want a warm tea and a hot bath. Maggie must be out because the house is dark and still. I lick my fingers clean of my Hersey bar and apply the lock. Successfully, I maneuver through Diddy’s landmine of squeaky toys, flipping on the light switch to the living room.

  Oh my God. I stop dead in my tracks. A robber is in my house. A towering man, over six feet tall that could probably overpower me with just his pinkie finger is standing in my living room. He’s built thick and muscular. I have no chance. I remember from self-defense class that I shouldn’t look like a shaky mouse, so I speak firmly. “Put back what you’re stealing and get out of my house now!”

  He laughs at me as if I’m a little child, and considering our size difference, maybe I look like one to him. Slowly, he starts to close the gap between us. “There’s just something about a girl quivering when I make her nervous that turns me on. It gets me hard. Are you scared?” His voice is tranquilly smooth. He could probably tell someone to go fuck off with a broken beer bottle and he’d think that was a good idea.

  “Stop or I’m calling the cops,” I roar, clutching my phone. “Just leave and I’ll act like you were never here.

  One corner of his mouth lifts, unfazed, exposing an irresistible dimple, and then his ocean-blue eyes cut to the bedrooms behind me. “Bain, baby, I’m sooooo horny. What’s taking you so long?” Maggie whines.

  Bain? I freeze, knocked off kilter. Maggie’s born-to-fuck Bain? As he breezes by, Bain suddenly stops, boldly holding my stare. I hold very still, trying my hardest to remain unintimidated. Smoothly, his big hand reaches out and swipes away a smudge of chocolate from my lip. I want to bat him away, but can’t, and remain speechless when he brings that finger between his full lips and sucks, moaning with pleasure. “Mm, just how I like ’em,” he mumbles, swaggering away. He seems to get off on making me uncomfortable. I don’t move or breathe until I hear the bedroom door latch. I shake my head, sucking in my lip, checking for any more traces of chocolate.

 

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