Behind The Book (Sexy Series 2)

by Heather Dahlgren

  “London, look at me. I want to see you when I make you come.”

  I snap my eyes open, not even realizing I had closed them again. He pumps in and out of me, causing my entire body to feel it. The piercing is hitting me in just the right place, over and over. It is my undoing. I stare into his eyes when I feel my orgasm taking over my body.

  “Oh shit, Blake!”

  He grunts when I come and picks up his pace, causing my orgasm to go on and on.

  “London, you feel so fucking good. Holy shit, baby, I’m not going to last, it’s been too long, and watching you come is too fucking much.” I listen to him growl over and over before he stares right into my eyes. “Fuck!” He shouts it out as he finds his release, and we keep our eyes connected. Searching his eyes while he comes makes me feel so close to him, a connection I’ve never felt.

  He presses his mouth to mine and we kiss until neither of us can breathe.

  “Wow, that was amazing.”

  He kisses my lips and smiles at me. “That was more than amazing.” He pulls out of me and I flinch. “Sorry, baby. You’ll get used to the piercing.”

  “I like that piercing.”

  He kisses me, gets up, and puts on his boxers. “I’m going to get a washcloth. I’ll be right back.” I can feel the tears stinging my eyes. He’s so good to me and he hardly knows me. I’ve never been with someone who actually goes to get a washcloth for me. I quickly wipe my eyes to catch my tears and he walks back in. He pulls his boxers off, climbs back onto the bed, and wipes me clean. He lies next to me and pulls me to him. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “You okay?”

  I kiss his chest and rest my chin on it smiling at him. “I’m better than okay.” There is so much more I want to say, so many things I’m feeling, but I don’t say anything else. I just lay my head back down and enjoy the warmth of his arms around me while letting his heart lull me to sleep.

  I wake up in the middle of the night and panic when I feel arms around me. “London, it’s all right.” I blink and look around, remembering where I am and whom I’m with. I know Blake stayed over the other night, but I was at my place. I haven’t slept in a man’s bed in, well, a long time. However, once I remember where I am, I smile and drift back to sleep.

  I wake up to sweet kisses on my lips and smile. “Good morning.” I open my eyes and take in an extremely handsome, half-awake Blake.

  “Good morning.” I roll over and we both prop our heads on our arms.

  “You woke up last night. Did you sleep all right?” he asks, searching my eyes.

  That’s right, I did, but honestly, it was one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had. I felt safe. “I did. How about you?”

  He kisses my lips again and smiles. “I had sex with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on last night and got to hold her in my arms all night. Yeah, I’d say it was pretty fucking great.”

  “How on earth can you say that? You are a damn model, and I’m far from the most beautiful woman, but thank you.”

  He’s on me in a flash, pinning my arms above my head. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve never been more attracted, turned on, or felt connected to someone in my life. Don’t ever question that again. When I say something, it’s the truth. Got it?”

  My heart is pounding, and in a strange way, I’m turned on by his alpha persona. “Got it.”

  He bends down and nips my bottom lip before licking it. “I think you need me to show you again, but this time I’m not going to go easy. I’m going to show you just how much I want you.” I don’t even get to say a word before he flips me over onto my stomach. “This is going to be hard and fast.”

  I am so turned on right now, it’s actually painful. I’ve never been with a guy that wants to fuck me, that’s what this is. He’s making a point, and it is so hot.

  I hear him tear open the condom, and then he lifts my hips up. “On your knees.”

  I do it, leaning on my forearms. He wraps my hair around his hand and pulls it back, making my head jerk back. There are no other words. He pushes my legs apart and slams into me with no warning.

  “Fuck,” I yell out. He isn’t slow. He isn’t sweet. He’s fucking me, just like I thought, but it feels so good.

  “When I said you were mine, I meant it, London. When I said you’re beautiful, I meant it. I want you more than anyone else. Don’t question that again.” He keeps up the punishing rhythm, bringing me closer and closer to coming.

  “Never.”

  He pulls my head back a bit more by my hair and nips my ear. “Good girl.”

  I can feel myself tightening on him. Between his words and his fucking, I won’t last much longer. He must feel it because he reaches around and rubs my clit, throwing me over the edge in the strongest orgasm I have ever felt.

  “Blake, oh my God.”

  He slams into me three more times and shouts my name with his release, before collapsing on my back. We are breathing heavily, and after a few minutes, he starts kissing every inch of my back. He easily flips me over and pulls me to him so we’re sitting, holding onto each other.

  “I’m sorry if I was rough.” He kisses the top of my head.

  “You were, but I liked it.”

  He pulls back and stares at me. “I just want you to know that this thing between us, I want it. I feel a connection to you that I’ve never felt.”

  I move the hair off his face and kiss his lips. “I feel the same way.” He smiles at me and hugs me so tight I can feel his muscles flexing.

  After a few minutes, we decide to get dressed and go have some breakfast. While we’re dressing, Blake stands in front of me. “London?” I glance up at him as I button my shorts. “Have you ever been with a guy that was pierced?” I laugh and tell him no. “Have you ever been with a guy that likes rough sex?” Oh damn, this is somewhat embarrassing. I tell him no again, and he gets a huge smile. It makes my insides melt with what is yet to come. He wraps his arms around me and our eyes lock. “Have you ever been with a guy that worships you?” I feel tears stinging my eyes and shake my head. “That’s all about to change. I promise you that.” He kisses me and holds me in his arms. I have no doubt that it is all about to change and for the better. I am no longer scared, I am loving life, and Blake Foster is the reason.

  Chapter Ten

  Blake

  I’m sitting out back having a smoke, thinking of how fucking unreal last night and this morning were. Last night was like New York all over again, except for the fact that she remembers it and was here this morning. She felt the same, tasted the same, and made the same moans. It was like a damn dream come true. I’ve been waiting months to be inside her again, and it was worth the wait. This morning when she said she wasn’t the most beautiful woman, I lost it. I want her to know just how beautiful she is and how special she is, and if me fucking her senseless does that, I’ll fuck her every day. Not a bad plan. The thing that got me the most was when she said no one had worshiped her. This woman deserves that and so much more. She should have a man who is willing to lay down his life for her, and I’ll tell you right now, that man is me.

  The back door opens, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I turn to see London walking out. She sits down next to me, and I put out my smoke before kissing her. “I have to leave soon. I need to get some writing done or I’m going to miss my deadline,” she says, pouting.

  I hate the idea of her leaving, but I know we both have things that need to be done. I have to get to the gym and reschedule the shoot I canceled.

  “All right, I’ll take you home now. Are you sure you don’t want to shower first?”

  She giggles since I asked her three times already at breakfast. “Blake, I don’t have any clean clothes or underwear here. I’m not going to shower and put dirty panties on.”

  I grin at her and stand up. “Well, I guess we need to make sure you have some things here. You know, so you can shower the next morning.” She stands up and pushes up on her toes
to kiss me. Oh, this woman has some kind of hold on me I’ve never experienced. I can’t get enough of her. We just had sex, and with a simple kiss, I’m ready to take her back to my room.

  “I think we can arrange that.”

  Hell yes, we can, because I want her in the shower. I want to run my hands over every wet inch of her body. Shit, I need to think of something else.

  “Come on, let’s get going. As much as I hate this weekend to end, we both have things to do.” We go out to the truck, and I drive her home. When I pull into her driveway, I glance over at her and she smiles. “I’ll walk you in.” I help her out and walk her to the door. I really hate the fact she lives alone. I know a lot of people do, but I’m not in a relationship with them.

  She opens the door and I walk inside with her. She looks at me with raised eyebrows, and I lift my shoulders and search around. “What are you doing?” She laughs as she puts her purse down.

  “Making sure you’re safe before I leave you.” I go to check out the hallway, and she stops me with her hand on my chest.

  “Blake, that is so incredibly sweet, and I appreciate it so much, but I’m okay. I’ve lived here for a few years, and I did a lot of research to make sure it was a safe neighborhood. I have locks and an alarm system. I promise you, I’m safe in this house.”

  I grab her hand and lead her to the couch. I sit down and pull her onto my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and I take a breath.

  “London, this is all new to me. I don’t do relationships. I don’t let my heart get involved, but with you, I did. This is real, and I’m terrified of something happening to you because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t make it out alive. I know this is new, but I’ve been yours since New York, whether you knew it or not. So, just bear with me. Let me get the hang of this relationship thing.” I rest my head on her chest in total shock I admitted all that out loud.

  “Hey, I get it. I’m terrified of this too. I’m scared that it won’t work, that you’ll find someone else, that things will come between us. I don’t normally let people in, and I let you in. That may not seem like a big deal to most people, but to me it’s huge. Not only did I let you in, but I feel safe with you. That is actually bigger than letting people in. So, how about we both let each other get the hang of it? It’s something new to both of us.”

  I hold on tighter and wish she would tell me why she’s always so scared and shuts people out. I know she’s holding back, but right now is not the time. We both need to get the hang of this, and she needs to trust me.

  I lift my head and she smiles at me. “I think we make one hell of a power couple. Sexy author and hot model, the world will want to be us,” I say. She bursts out laughing, and it was just the thing we needed to lift the serious feel. “All right, I’ll put my club away and take my caveman ass home.” She stands up and we both laugh.

  “Hey, I kind of like the caveman. Don’t lose him altogether.” I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me. She kisses me as if this is the last time we’ll see each other. When I break the kiss, I squeeze her ass and smile.

  “I’m not going to war, sexy, I’m just going to the gym.” She laughs and I put her down. “Although, I’m not complaining. That was one hell of a goodbye kiss.”

  She shakes her head and stares at me, completely serious. “It’s not goodbye, Blake, it’s see you soon.”

  My girl had her heart broken. I can feel it. Someone did her wrong, and she’s afraid of losing everyone. “I’m not going anywhere, I already told you that. I won’t make you talk about something you don’t want to talk about, but I wish you’d tell me what he did to you.”

  She takes a step back, her eyes wide in complete shock. “I really need to get writing. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

  I blow out a breath and kiss her cheek before making my way to the door. She needs to trust me more, and I have to accept that. “Until next time, London,” I yell through the house as I let myself out. She doesn’t come to the door until I start my truck, and when she does, she holds her hand against the glass, so I do the same on my truck window. She closes the door and I pull away.

  I go home before I hit the gym since I need to change. The whole way there, I keep thinking of how she reacted when I said that. I need to figure out how to get her to trust me, and I might need to talk to Jax. He got Kallie to finally trust him, and I could use a bit of advice. Luckily, when I pull up, he’s still home. I go inside and then check for him out back. I take my cigarettes with me and find him sitting there with Kallie on his lap. Damn it, I don’t know if I want to talk about this with her here, but maybe she can give me a woman’s point of view.

  I sit down and they look over at me. “Well, I guess you had a good night. You know, since the house isn’t sound proof and all,” Jax says. I just grin as I light a smoke.

  “Jax, don’t give him a hard time. He’s finally into one woman, at least for now,” Kallie comments.

  I turn my head to her, clearly pissed. “She’s not just a woman for now, she’s it for me. Don’t ever fucking question that again.”

  She stares at me with wide eyes, and Jax reaches over and grabs the collar of my shirt.

  “Don’t ever talk to her like that again, or you’ll have my foot so far up your ass, you won’t be able to sit again. Got it?”

  I push his hand off me, but I can’t be pissed at him because he’s totally right to be defending Kallie like that.

  “Shit, I’m sorry, Kallie. I didn’t mean to snap at you. This whole fucking thing is new to me, and I don’t know if it’s too soon to say shit like that or what I should be doing.” I say, pushing my hands through my hair.

  She reaches over and squeezes my arm. “Blake, that was probably one of the most honest things you’ve ever said to me. Of course, I accept your apology, and as for if it’s too soon, not if that’s how you feel. If you love her—”

  I hold up a hand and laugh. “Whoa, no one said anything about love. I’m not there. I just feel a connection to her, I care a lot about her, and I feel an overwhelmingly strong urge to want to protect her, but love…not yet.” She and Jax look at each other and smile.

  “Okay, so you don’t love her yet. Everything you just said, that’s how it starts. Don’t be afraid to tell her that. She more than likely feels the same way but is scared to say it,” she says, smiling.

  I put out my cigarette and figure I might as well keep going. “Here goes nothing. I just told you how I feel, and I told her the same thing. She told me she doesn’t let people in normally and that it was huge she let me in.” They both nod, as if they already knew. “Then she told me I make her feel safe and that was bigger than her letting me in. It makes me feel like she had her heart broken, so I said I wish she’d just tell me what he did, and she almost got offended. She told me she had writing to do and she’d call me later. I feel like she needs to trust me. How do I get her to trust me?” Kallie gives me an almost sad smile and, Jax gives me a grin that says I’m on my own. “How did you get Kallie to trust you?”

  “Brother, listen. Every woman is different. What worked for Kallie may not, and probably won’t, work for London. Everyone has a past. She probably did get her heart broken. Most people have.” I give him a smug smile and he laughs. “Muts don’t get their hearts broken, they give out the broken hearts.” Shit, I’ve really been an asshole if I made even one woman scared like London.

  “Blake, the only way to get London to trust you is time. You need to prove that you aren’t going anywhere, that you aren’t going to lie to her, and that you are faithful to her. Most women have either been cheated on, dumped, or lied to. The longer you’re with her, the more she’ll trust you. Trust is a very fragile thing. You can’t take it for granted. Look at us. We both leave for days at a time. He’s with beautiful models. I’m with sexy male models. We need to trust that our love is strong enough to deal with that. I trust Jax with my whole heart, and I know he trusts me the same. That’s where you need to be, but it’s earned, Blake, it�
�s not just handed out,” she explains.

  I stand up and bend over to hug her. She’s caught off guard, but I need to prove to her as well that I’m a good guy. I just like to be the funny prick.

  “Thanks, Kallie. You are one smart woman. Now, if either of you tell anyone about this conversation, I have no problem burying you alive.” I leave them laughing as I go inside to change for the gym.

  ***

  It’s been a few days since my talk with Jax and Kallie, and I’ve taken their advice. I’ve just been taking each day as it comes, letting London know I’m not going anywhere and that I’m not out to hurt her. We’ve had many late-night phone calls that have us laughing, talking, and giving as much of ourselves as we can. It seems to be easier for me, but as I admitted to Jax, I’ve never had my heart broken, so I’m more trusting. I think that after a few months she’ll see I’m genuine and not out to break her heart.

  I just got home from work and I have a shoot. It’s with a new photographer and I’m excited. She’s new, but her photos are amazing. Each one is different and I really love that. We’re going to do a shoot on the beach, and I’m glad it’s close, because after it’s finished, I’m going to London’s for dinner.

  I take a shower and put on shorts and a Rolling Stones T-shirt. I fix my hair and go into my bedroom to grab a few changes of clothes for the shoot and in case I stay at London’s. Once my bag is packed, I go into the kitchen and sit down with Jax and Brody.

  “Hey, guys, what’s up?” They’re both having a beer, and I wish I could, but I’ll have a few later.

  “I was just telling Jax that I’m going out to see Shannon next week, so I need both you idiots to make sure you don’t fuck off on the job.” I grin at him, happy as hell that he’s taking this step, and let him know I totally intend to fuck off on the job. “Blake, don’t be a dick.”