“I’m so wet, Blake. Every time I move my fingers, I feel my body getting closer.”
“Rub your clit, baby, come with me.” I don’t know how we end up coming at the exact same time, but we do. We both shout the other’s name, and I listen to her moan while she rides out her orgasm on her own fingers. “Fuck, London, that was hot. You good, baby?” It takes her a minute, but I hear her heavy breathing.
“Holy shit, Blake. That was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done.”
I grab some tissues off my nightstand and clean myself up, smiling, of course. “I think we both needed that release. Do you have something to clean yourself up with?”
“Yes. Blake, you know I love you, right?”
“I’m not going to lie. I might have questioned it the last few days, but when I heard your voice, I knew. I love you too. You know that, right? You know I’d never hurt you, right?” I throw away my tissues and get myself dressed again. I go back out into the living room for a much-needed cigarette.
“I know that, I swear to you, I know that.”
I light up and take a drag. “Good. Now that I feel like myself again, what are your plans for the rest of the night?”
She laughs and I hear drawers opening. “We’re ordering pizza, drinking, and watching a movie. I’ll probably end up writing after she falls asleep, though. What time are you leaving for the bar?”
“When we hang up.” I hear Shannon knock on her door, and she opens it, telling her she’ll be right out. “Baby, go be with Shannon. I just wanted to make sure we were good, and fuck, I didn’t expect phone sex, but what a bonus.”
She laughs again, making my heart full. “It was by far the best night since I’ve been here. Have fun tonight―well, not too much fun.”
I smile, loving her jealousy. “Nothing to worry about, baby. I’m yours and you’re mine, remember?”
“I’ll never forget. I love you.”
“I love you too. Good night.” We hang up and I call a cab while I finish my cigarette.
***
I’ve been at the bar for almost four hours now, and I’m having a great time. Just talking to London made me realize what a fucking idiot I’ve been. Not to mention, the phone sex definitely helped with my mood.
“Blake, you want another shot?” I nod at Brin and she orders two more. “I’m so glad you came out tonight. I told you we’d have fun.” The bartender hands us our shots, and we tap them together before throwing them back.
“I’m glad I came too. I haven’t been out in a while.”
She places her hand on mine and smiles at me. “I know. We’ve missed you.”
Max comes over right then and I’m glad. “Blake, how you doing, man?” We talk for a while, and by a while, I mean two shots and a beer. I’m really feeling no pain, and I decide it’s time to get out there and dance. Max follows me but a sexy blonde distracts him. I start dancing and within minutes, I have girls all over me. I dance for a song with them all, but excuse myself after that. I move to a different spot, and I feel arms wrap around my waist. I roll my eyes and turn around. Brinley winks at me and I laugh. We dance a few songs and I’m having such a great time. I’m drunk, dancing with one of my best friends, and thinking of London.
Brinley leaves to go get us shots, and when she gets back, she hands me two. We both throw them back and start dancing again. She starts really grinding on me, but I don’t mind. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. We are both really drunk and it’s all in fun, well, for me it is. She moves my hands down to her ass, and she pushes up on her toes, moving in to kiss me.
I back up and gently push her off. “Whoa, Brin. What the hell are you doing?”
She smiles and moves close to me again. “Come on, Blake. You and I are different. We aren’t like everyone else. We know that sex can be meaningless.” I step back again and she looks at me.
“Brin, that’s not me anymore. I’m not that guy. I’m in love with London, and no matter how drunk I am, I won’t forget that.”
She shakes her head and steps back from me. “You used to be so easy to be with. Now you’re like everyone else. Judging me.” She turns away from me and I stop her.
“Hey, I’m not judging you. I know what it’s like, and you are just like me, so I know when you find someone, things will be different. I never thought it would happen to me, but it has. It will happen for you. In the meantime, no judgment. Ever.” She gives me a sad smile and we hug. “For what it’s worth, I don’t regret anything and neither should you.” She laughs and we break apart.
“Thanks, Blake.” We talk for a few more minutes, but when I see she thinks I’m still going to take her home, I know it’s time to leave. I say goodbye to her and Max and go outside to get a cab. As much fun as tonight was, I can’t wait until I’m sitting at home with London.
When I get home, I shower and get into bed. I send London a text telling her I’m home and I love her. I lie down and close my eyes. For the first time since she left, I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and it has nothing to do with thinking back to our phone sex. Well, all right, a little bit.
I fall asleep, thinking how fucking lucky I am and hoping the next two days fly by, because she can’t get home and in my arms fast enough. She belongs here.
Chapter Fifteen
London
Today I leave Shannon’s and I’m ready. I needed to come here to clear my head, to remember who I am again. I’m Laken, damn it, and I’m not afraid to say that anymore. I know telling Blake isn’t going to be easy, but after talking it all out with Shannon, I know it needs to be done. She told me I don’t need to rush home and tell him, to give it a day or two. I liked that idea, because the thought of going home and fighting with him is not something I look forward to. I want to go home and feel safe in his arms.
“Fuck, I’m going to miss you. I wish I could come back with you.”
I put the last of my things in my suitcase and close it. “Why don’t you? Surprise Brody,” I suggest.
She hugs me but I know it’s not going to happen. “I’d love nothing more, but I have so much editing to get caught up on. If I come out with you, I’ll never get it done. I’m not about to let down all these authors. Shit, imagine it was you.” Good point, I’d kick her ass if she didn’t get my book back to me when she promised.
“Fine. When do you think you’ll be out to see me? Well, hell, who am I kidding? When are you coming to see Brody?”
She laughs and I wheel my suitcase into the living room. I look around along the way to make sure I don’t leave anything behind. I have my clothes, my computer, my Kindle, my phone, and my purse. That’s everything.
“I’m not sure. I need to get caught up with work first and I’ll figure it out. Hopefully soon, because I miss him.” Damn, do I know the feeling. I don’t know how they do it, because just being away from Blake for a week has been unbearable. I miss him so much and I can’t wait to see him tonight.
“You’re a great editor. You’ll be done in no time.” She hugs me again and I feel myself choking up. I get to see Blake tonight, but I’m leaving her. It’s so hard. I wish she’d just move to California. I’ve told her many times she can come live with me, but she isn’t sold on moving just yet.
“All right, enough. Let’s not make this any harder. Do you have everything?”
I run over the checklist in my head again and nod. “Yes. I have everything. Anyway, if I left something, maybe you’d have to bring it to me.” We laugh and she walks me out to the car.
“Be careful driving. Call me when you get to Blake’s.” I hug her again, a little tighter this time. “Remember everything we talked about. Give yourself a day or two, then make him dinner and let it all out. I promise you, he isn’t going to care. Mark my words. That man loves you unconditionally.” We break apart and I wipe my tears.
“I know he does. Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I need to get in the car and go because sayin
g goodbye could take hours.
Once I’m an hour into the drive, I call Blake and tell him I’m on my way home. I’ve never heard him sound so happy. He told me to call him when I’m almost there, so that is exactly what I’ll do. For the next two hours, I sing to the radio, enjoying the alone time. Just as the station goes to commercial, my cell phone rings. I answer on speakerphone and it’s Shannon. She told me I left all my flash drives at her house. Damn it. I totally forgot about them. She said she would mail them out to me because she knows I like to save every time I write. That’s Axel’s fault. I’m terrified that I’ll lose all my work again. I’ll never let that happen again, no way. I may have let that book burn, but I’m not that person anymore. No one is going to take my books away from me.
The rest of the drive goes by quickly, and before I know it, I’m fifteen minutes from seeing Blake. I call to tell him and he just about shouted. I’m actually giddy with excitement. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. It’s definitely a feeling you don’t miss until you feel it again.
I pull up to his house and park my car. I get out and see the front door fly open. I don’t even close my door when I see him. I just run and he takes the steps two at a time getting to me. We meet in the middle of the yard, and I jump into his arms. As soon as he wraps them around me, I lose it. I start crying, but not out of sadness, out of relief. I’ve missed him that much.
“Fuck, baby, I missed you so much. Don’t cry,” he whispers.
I lift my head off his shoulder and look at him. His emerald eyes are sparkling with happiness and relief, and I know my eyes are too.
“They aren’t sad tears. I’m just so happy to see you. It’s overwhelming. I missed you so much. I’m so happy to be home,” I say.
He presses his lips to mine, and as always, sparks fly. My body becomes putty in his arms.
“Damn, I missed you. I love you so much, so fucking much.” He wipes my tears with one hand, still holding me in the other.
“I love you too.” We stand in the yard, kissing for the longest time. Reacquainting ourselves.
“I need to get you inside, unless, of course, you don’t care if I fuck you right here on the grass.” I laugh, but part of me at this point really wouldn’t care. “Damn, your battery is going to die. Let’s close your car door.” Shit, I totally forgot. He runs down to it, closes it, and comes back to me. “Come on.” We walk inside and I feel like I haven’t been here in years, which is absurd, it’s only been a week.
We get into his room and he closes the door, causing my stomach to get butterflies. He picks me up and tosses me on the bed, catching me off guard. I laugh. He climbs on top of me and kisses the hell out of me.
I hook my legs around him and run my hands into his hair. He runs his hands all over my body, and I suddenly need to be naked. I need to feel his skin on mine. After a few more minutes, he breaks the kiss and we are both breathless. “I need you, Blake.”
He kisses my nose and pulls me up to a sitting position. We slowly pull each other’s clothes off, one piece at a time, until we have nothing on. I take in his entire body, paying close attention to his colorful arms. Those arms are not only sexy as hell, but they make me feel so safe.
“Lay back, London.” I do as he says and he reaches over to get a condom. He rolls it on and climbs on top of me. “I promise to make this up to you, but I need to be inside you. Are you all right with that?”
“Yes, hell yes.” He doesn’t need to be told again. He slams into me and I scream out.
“Fuck, did I hurt you?” I shake my head. It did hurt, but I need it. I don’t care. He starts moving and the pain vanishes. He doesn’t do anything rough, nothing crazy, and he takes his time. He isn’t fucking me, he’s making love to me, and it brings tears to my eyes. He stops moving and kisses my lips. “What’s wrong?”
I reach my hands up, cupping his face. “You’re making love to me.” He smiles and kisses me so incredibly sweetly before he starts moving again. Even though we are moving slow and sweet, it still feels amazing ,and I feel myself starting to get that all too familiar feeling.
“You feel so amazing. I missed this. I missed you.” Everything about this is so romantic, right down to his words. There is no dirty talk, just honest feelings.
“I missed you too, so much,” I whisper.
He picks up his pace just a little, but that’s all it takes to have me moaning, pushing me closer to the edge. “I feel you, baby. Fuck, do I feel you.” He kisses me just as he reaches down to rub my clit and I explode. I moan, but he swallows it all down. I dig my nails into his shoulders while I ride out my orgasm and he finds his. He breaks our kiss and shouts my name, over and over. I don’t realize until he starts kissing me again that I really have my nails digging into his shoulders. I let go and we break our kiss, both breathing heavily.
“I love you, London.”
“God, I love you too.” We hold onto each other for a bit, and I feel myself starting to drift off. He must notice because he lifts his head and kisses my lips. I open my eyes and he smiles at me. That’s when I notice I left marks on his arms. “Oh shit.” I sit up quickly and he moves up with me. “I left marks on you. I’m so sorry.”
He laughs and looks at his shoulders. “I think it’s hot as fuck. You can mark me any day.” This man never ceases to amaze me. He never reacts the way I think he will. That makes me smile inside. Maybe I am overreacting with everything. Maybe he will understand.
We fall asleep shortly after with me on his chest. It is by far the best night’s sleep I’ve had since I left.
I wake up alone in bed, and honestly, I’m surprised. I thought for sure he would wake me up for sex. I roll over, look at the clock, and jump up when I see it’s almost noon. “Shit.” I slept the whole damn day away, no wonder he’s not in bed with me. I pull on my sundress, brush my hair, and pull it up into a ponytail. I go out to find him and smile when I see him in the kitchen cooking. It smells so good and my stomach agrees with a growl. I walk in and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his back. “Good morning.”
He turns his head and gives me a wink. “Good morning is right. I love waking up with you in my arms.” He turns around and kisses me.
“I love waking up like that. I didn’t this morning.” I give him a pouty lip and he nips it.
“Someone had to get up and make food.” I keep my pouty lip out and he laughs. “Next time I promise to let you wake up in my arms, okay?” I smile and he shakes his head smiling. “You could get me to do anything, you know that?”
I lift my shoulders and let go of him to get myself some coffee. “Hey, what are the plans for today?” I sip my coffee, watching him finish the eggs.
“I thought we could just hang out and enjoy the day. Unless you have something else in mind?” The only thing I want is to spend as much time with him as possible before I go home later. I haven’t been to work in a week, so I have to go home, get laundry done, and clean up.
“No, just hanging here is perfect.” He hands me a plate with eggs, pancakes, and toast. It looks so good. “Thank you.” We sit and eat, not rushing, just taking our time. It’s the feel for the day, relaxing.
When we finish, I do the dishes while he goes outside to have a cigarette. When I’m done, I join him outside. He doesn’t say anything, just reaches over and rests his hand on my thigh. I don’t know why these little things mean so much to me, but they do. It shows me just how much he loves me.
We start talking about what we did our week apart. I tell him all about the bars and restaurants Shannon and I went to and the movies we watched. He makes my heart break when he tells me how miserable he was until Thursday night. I absolutely hate that I made him feel that way, but at the time, I felt I had no choice. That flashback I had of Axel was the first time in five years that I allowed myself to replay the entire night. It terrified me, but seeing the way it affected Blake makes me feel even worse. That’s when I decide that tomorrow after work I’ll have him over for dinner an
d tell him everything.
“So tomorrow after you get home from work, why don’t you come over for dinner?”
He gives me his sexy grin and winks. “I’ll be there.” We sit for a while and enjoy each other’s company. It’s definitely one of the most relaxing days I’ve had in a long time. “Let’s go swimming.”
I stare at him likes he’s nuts. “I can’t go swimming. I don’t have a bathing suit here.” He laughs and walks over to the container they have towels in. He grabs two and drops them by the pool. “We don’t need bathing suits.” He winks and pulls off his shirt.
“Wait, what if Kallie and Jax come home?”
He laughs again as he steps out of his pants. “They both see naked models all the time. Hell, they’ve both seen me naked.”
My heart is racing. “Well, they haven’t seen me naked.”
He pulls me up and lifts my sundress over my head, leaving me in just my panties. “I’ll cover you if they come home.” He steps out of his boxers, leaving him completely naked standing on the patio. I peek down at his cock and bite my cheek when the sun hits it, making his piercing sparkle. He pulls me flush against him and kisses my lips. “Live a little, London.” He lets go of me, walks over to the pool, and dives right in. He surfaces and grins at me. Oh shit, what the hell. I step out of my panties and walk over to the pool, feeling completely awkward and hoping none of his neighbors can see me. I dive in, and holy shit, it feels amazing running over my naked body. I surface and Blake pulls me into his arms. “Fuck, you are gorgeous.” He kisses me and pulls back, smiling. Just as I am about to thank him, he splashes me in the face. It takes me completely off guard, and I quickly wipe my face and see him swimming away, laughing. Oh, it’s on.
I dive under and swim toward him with my eyes open. When I reach him, I jump up onto his back, making him go under. Just as I’m laughing and feeling successful, he pulls me under by my foot. We end up chasing and splashing each other for over an hour. It’s so much fun, so carefree. I feel like a damn teenager, and I almost completely forget I’m naked.
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