by Jewel E. Ann
“What’s your deal, Sam?” Avery asks, pushing down her sunglasses so she can glare at me over the frames.
I flop over onto my stomach and untie my top to even out my tan for the afternoon. “I’m not following.”
“I just spent the past hour gushing about Caden and the dance club he took me to and the insanely expensive restaurant, and the mind-altering sex we had, yet you haven’t given me the big sister speech. What gives?”
Squinting at her, I shrug. “Maybe I’ve given up on you. Hell, you’ve slept with half of L.A., it was only a matter of time before you ventured into new territory.” I laugh because I know what’s coming.
“Bitch!” She tries to act offended but she knows it’s futile with me.
“You’re leaving in a few days and Caden knows it. So if you’re both fine with … recreational sex, then who am I to judge?”
She laughs. “Yeah, especially after last night’s little show.”
I push up onto my forearms. “What exactly are you referring to? You weren’t here last night.”
“Lautner called Caden because he needed to ask me about feeding Swarley. I asked how you were doing and he said you were passed out, but not before you scolded him for rubbing his hands all over Dr. Skank.”
“What?” I jump to a full sitting position, tying my top back on. “I did not!”
“Well, I wasn’t here to witness it myself, but I believe him because you were in a drunken, jealous fit before we left. Why do you think you were so drunk?”
“Oh God!” My head falls into my hands.
“You’ve got it bad, Sis. Lautner could be a deal breaker.”
Snapping my head back up I shake it. “No way. He’s fun and good in bed.” He’s a sex savant! “But not a deal breaker. A catastrophic natural disaster or a car accident leaving me in a vegetative state is a deal breaker. No guy will ever be a deal breaker.”
“Mmm hmm,” she hums.
I squint my eyes and huff, stomping toward the house.
*
It’s 6:00 p.m. and Avery has taken off with Caden again. I’m surprised I haven’t heard from Lautner yet, and I’m internally scolding myself for even caring. After messing with my computer and flipping through the channels, I grab my phone and see if he’s really under my contacts. Yep, he is. Lautner Sullivan. I have his phone number, address, and email. He obviously messed with my phone after bathing me and putting me to bed—naked. I wonder what else snoop dog did?
I set my phone on the counter and stare at it. “Just call him, it’s no big deal. No, wait for him to call if it’s really no big deal. Or just commit yourself to the nearest mental institute because you’re talking to yourself so damn much. Arg!” I yell and run my fingers through my hair. This is crazy. Even when my jerk of a boyfriend plucked my cherry and ran with it I didn’t fret about it as much as I am over this stupid phone call.
“Screw it!” I call him and as it rings I feel insanely nervous. His mouth has explored every inch of my naked body. So why am I literally shaking with the phone held to my ear?
“Hello?” His voice is groggy.
“Hey, uh, did I wake you?” My finger is working a nervous twist in my hair.
“Yeah, but I need to be getting up.” He clears his throat bringing strength to his voice.
“Jeez, sorry, uh, long day?”
He chuckles. “Long night with some drunk girl and an early morning of golf with my dad followed by lunch at the clubhouse.”
“Yeah, about last night … it’s been brought to my attention that I may have been a little out of line with somethings I did and said so—”
“Really? Such as …”
I can’t believe he’s going to make me say it. He’s so frustrating. One minute he’s cleaning puke off the drunk girl, showing his kind side, and the next he’s trying to humiliate me. Granted, I do a pretty good job of setting myself up for it.
“Such as drinking too much to begin with, then maybe giving the impression that I was … jealous of Claire, or Dr. Brown.”
“You mean Dr. Skank?”
Shit!
“Yes—I mean—no, not Dr. Skank. I don’t remember calling her that, but if I did then I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” I may have meant it.
“Don’t sweat it, Syd. I think you’re adorable when you get all jealous.”
“I was not jealous!” I yell in a high-pitched voice.
“Uh … your striptease was entitled ‘Where Lautner’s hands will never be again if he doesn’t keep them off Dr. Skank.’”
Kill me now and never let another drop of alcohol pass my lips.
“So how was golf?”
Lautner laughs. “I take it we’re done talking about last night?”
“It’s pointless because it’s your word against mine, unless Swarley goes all Bush Beans Duke on me.”
“God, you’re something else. So what did you call about?”
“Oh … just to …”
“I’m just flipping ya shit. I know why you called.”
He does? I’m not entirely sure I know why I called so how can he know?
“You do?”
“I left you in a hot mess this morning and you need to be serviced.” His voice drips of confidence or most likely arrogance.
“What? No, that’s not … um …”
“Sorry, babe. I didn’t realize just how tightly wound you would be by now. Damn, you can’t even form a coherent thought. Get naked, I’ll see you in ten.”
“Lau—”
He hung up on me!
*
“Hey.” I answer the door with a goofy grin.
Lautner’s blues scan my body. “I must be early.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
I turn and walk toward the kitchen hearing the door close behind me. “What do you mea—”
I’m swooped up into his arms and the air from my lungs releases with a squeal as he takes the stairs two at a time.
“Lautner!” I cry.
He tosses me on the bed and shrugs off his shirt. “Naked … did my phone cut out?”
I shake my head, drinking in the full expanse of his ripped chest and abs. “You came over here for sex?” I ask in a breathy voice.
He drops his shorts and his arousal springs free. My eyes widen and I gasp. Sweet Jesus! He came over here commando. I’m paralyzed but not for long. He grabs my ankles and tugs me to the foot of the bed pulling me up and making haste with my top.
“I came here for you. But let’s be honest, you’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He has me naked and his frantic movements halt. Liquid blue irises flow over me. He stands before me, every muscle perfectly chiseled, every inch of him solid except for his face. His expression is soft, parted lips and heavy eyes like he’s drunk on me. With a deep swallow, I break the silence.
“So how’s the zero percent body fat thing working for you?”
My comment pulls at the corners of his lips, and his eyes dance with playful delight. He kneels on the floor and takes my foot, rubbing deliciously firm strokes with his thumb along my instep. “How’s the sexy-goddess-every-other-girl-in-school-must-have-hated-you thing working out for you?”
I lean back and moan in appreciation as his magic hands work all the muscles in my feet making slow strokes up my legs.
“I told you, I was a tomboy in school. Nothing about me was sexy, unless you’re turned on by bruised knees, scabby elbows, and chlorine-damaged hair.”
His lips brush along my knee. “Everything about you is sexy.”
My insides clench and heat. I feel my skin flush. “Kiss me.”
I love the way I feel his smile against my skin before I ever see it.
“Patience, Sydney.” He flips me over and my flesh tingles under his soft, caressing lips and hands.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Memorizing you.” He breathes over my back, easing my hair away from my shoulders.
“Why?”
“Becaus
e you’re going to leave me and this is going to feel like a dream. I want to…” he kisses my neck “…remember…” he kisses the side of my breast “…every…” he kisses the subtle curve of my hip “…detail.”
“Lautner?” I breathe out with a shaky voice.
“Hmm?” His mouth vibrates against the small of my back while his fingers dance along my arms.
“Don’t.” My voice breaks.
He stills and I roll to my back, pulling his face to mine, rubbing my palms against his scruffy face. I blink back unwelcome emotions and shake my head. “Please … don’t.”
Blue irises explore my lips, my hair, my cheeks, and finally meet my gaze. He nods and gives me a reassuring smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Without a word, he reaches for a condom and rolls it on. The silence around us screams but the lump in my throat is too big for words to escape. His lips attack mine in a renewed urgency. I feel desperation as his tongue dives into my mouth making firm deep strokes against mine, hands eagerly claiming my breasts bringing my nipples to firm peaks.
He’s gone from the controlled animal stalking his prey to the attacker taking everything with relentless desire. We’re all over the bed, twisting and tangling sheets. My body fights to match his every move of driving intensity. He growls as I grab and tug his hair, and the guttural noise he releases makes me pull it even harder.
“Lautner …” I moan as he pins my arms above my head and laves slow stokes with his tongue over my nipple. “Ahh!” I yell when he sucks it into his mouth, grazing his teeth over my sensitive flesh.
His hand skims down my stomach and my legs part inviting his touch. But his hand holds firm to my abs, fingers splayed across my quivering skin. My arms are still bound together in the strong grip of his other hand and I’m withering beneath him. He’s consuming me at his own agonizing pace with complete control over me.
The ongoing tugging and teasing of my nipples is too much. My nerves are firing under his touch and the sparks of intensity are all building in one spot … the spot his hand is less than an inch from touching.
“Lautner!” I cry. My arms wriggle in his grasp as my pelvis rocks off the bed searching for touch—any touch.
“Sydney, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he mumbles into my neck.
I’m driving him crazy? Not … even …
He releases my arms and I waste no time clawing his back trying to pull his body closer to mine. It’s in vain. I’m no match for his strength. This will be on his terms. I just hope it’s before I lose all dignity and start begging and pleading.
He pulls my leg up over his shoulder and my breath hitches as my muscles stretch. I’m not a contortionist and his bold assumption that he can pretzel my body into crazy sexual positions takes me by surprise. I don’t have time to focus on my flexibility because my mind explodes when he slips two fingers into my slick channel.
“Oh God.” I throw my head back and moan.
I want to look into his lust-filled eyes, but I can barely keep mine open as he works his fingers inside of me. Removing them, he pauses and I drag my eyes open again. I feel him at my entrance and the anticipation is hypnotic—the way he watches me and silently demands my full attention as he sinks into me. I bite my bottom lip to the point of pain as I try to relax my muscles to accommodate all of him.
“God, this is perfection, Syd.” He groans as he stills, buried inside me.
Running my tongue over the teeth marks on my lip, I nod several quick times. This is perfection.
I find my breath and pull his head down to mine. Our tongues mirror our hips while we suck and moan into each other. He pulls out and then inches back in with a drawn out breath. I let myself be consumed by the moment and not rush to the finish, even though every other part of my body is frantically wanting to surge forward. He releases my leg and my muscles sigh. The rocking force of his hips is an erotic ebb and flow, and despite my efforts to pace myself, I find my legs locking around his waist and my fingers tormenting his hair. I feel his muscles going rigid against my body and his cock thickening inside me. His control is slipping, and with each thrust I nearly tip over the edge.
“Let it go, Sydney,” he growls, fighting for control, but he loses it and stills buried deep in me, releasing a string of expletives as if chastising himself for not holding back a little bit longer.
He circles and grinds into me and that’s all it takes … I’m gone too.
“Oh God, Lautner!” I cry and bury my face in his neck, sucking and biting at his firm skin while waves of indescribable euphoria ripple through my body.
He collapses on me which does nothing to restore oxygen to my drained lungs, but I’m too sated to care about something as trivial as air.
I’m not sure what the count is for calories burned but it’s high. We’re both covered in sweat and I’m famished.
“That was …” The two hundred pound pile of dead weight on me breathes into my neck.
“Sextacular.” I giggle.
His body shakes on a laugh and I feel his head nodding. A rush of wind infiltrates my chest as he lifts himself from my body. I can barely move my legs. I think they’re permanently molded in the shape of his pelvis. He saunters his sexy ass of flexing muscles into the bathroom. The stupid grin on my face feels permanent. Lautner comes back out of the bathroom minus a condom.
“I’m starving, but I don’t think I have the energy to walk downstairs to scavenge for food,” I say, lying unabashedly naked and limp on the chaos of bedsheets.
“Hmm, well that could be a problem.” He sits on the side of the bed with his back to me.
I can’t resist running my hand over his defined muscles. “Problem?”
He turns with a devilish grin and a foil condom packet in his hand that he tosses on the pillow. “Yep … problem. I’m not done with you yet.” Strong arms pull me onto his lap.
We’re face to face and my eyes are wide with excitement. “You’re not?”
“Not even close.”
*
The hunger pains are gone. I’ve feasted on Lautner for nearly two hours. Now I’m standing by the front door in a long T-shirt and messy, matted sex hair. Goodbyes suck! But I have to get used to it.
“Do you have your scrubs ironed for your first day, Dr. Sullivan?”
He smoothes his thumb over my bottom lip and smiles. “Something like that.”
“So … I’ll see you again before I leave, right?” I’m trying not to sound nervous or desperate, but casual is failing me.
“I’ll have a few hours to spare at some point. Where are you going next?”
“Paris.” There is lackluster in my voice which should not be there. I’ve been waiting to see France and the Louvre since I took my first art class in high school. Damn Lautner for dulling my enthusiasm.
He tilts my chin up. “I’m happy for you. You’re getting to see more of the world in a year than most people do in their lifetime. I’m sure your mom would be proud.”
I bite my quivering lip and nod.
“I’ll call you.” He presses his lips to mine.
“Bye.” I suck in a deep breath and let it out, fighting to keep my composure.
I can’t peel myself away from the door. Even after his taillights fade into the night, I continue to stare into the darkness.
CHAPTER NINE
June 14th, 2010
If there ever was a bittersweet night, it was last night. I took a gazillion pictures of Lautner and some of us both. They were of us in bed naked, but the photos are PG and tastefully beautiful. Half of them were close ups of his face. I think I managed to photograph nearly every muscle of his body. They would sell nicely as stock photos, which I’ve done before, but I won’t sell these. These are for my eyes only.
I’m in blue iris Heaven flipping through them on my computer while Swarley beaches out on the floor by the window where the sun beams its rays on the pooped pooch. Our three mile jog was just what we both needed. My muscles felt a bit sore this morning and my
girly parts felt gloriously overused. They’re going to get some much needed rest whether I like it or not. Lautner’s residency is demanding and time … is not on our side.
“Hey, Sam!” Avery calls from the front door.
“In here, Ave,” I yell from the kitchen table.
She dances in like a graceful swan, all dreamy eyed and giddy grinned. “Sydney—”
I raise a suspicious brow. Avery doesn’t call me Sydney. Something’s up.
“I’m in love.”
WTF?
“You’d better be talking about some handbag or pair of shoes and not—”
“Caden.” She sighs and closes her eyes.
“It’s Monday, Avery. You haven’t known him forty-eight hours. You’re delusional.” I dismiss her lunacy and continue flipping through my photos.
Her eyes snap open and then she squints them in a grimacing scowl. “I’m not delusional.”
She walks behind me, looking over my shoulder. “Holy fuck! Is that—”
“Nothing.” I slam my MacBook shut.
“Oh … my … God. Those photos are of Lautner.” She grunts. “You’re the delusional one, Sam.”
I grab some grapes from the refrigerator and pop one in my mouth. “I’m not in love,” I mumble.
“That’s why you’re delusional. You’ve found the one and you’re too blind and stubborn to see it.”
“Shut up, Ave. He starts his residency today and I’m leaving in a couple weeks. I’m not even sure if I’ll get to see him again.”
“Jeez, Sam. Yes, he’s starting his residency, not enlisting in the military. You’ll see him again. Besides, you’re missing my point.”
“Which is …” I say in exasperation.
“That you’re in love with Lautner.”
I go to interrupt but she shakes her head and holds out her finger. “Uh, uh … let me finish. Sam, you can’t blame fate and you can’t control it. You could have found a job in L.A. closer to me, but then Aunt Elizabeth called and this job fell into your lap. Fate. Then Lautner just happens to show up here by mistake. Fate. And he’s perfect for you. He’s educated, athletic, fun, and hot as hell … and he adores you. It’s fate, Sam. You can’t plan your whole damn life. We’re just not meant to have that kind of control over the universe.”