Blake reaches out to turn on the radio, and music fills the car as he drives. We pass through downtown, and we drive out of the city until the houses become bigger and more expensive. Soon, each home has their own gated driveway.
I’d known that Blake is likely wealthy, but when he pulls through an already opened gate, I’m a little overwhelmed as I take in the well-lit estate. Blake’s home is huge, and nerves start building within my stomach as I stare at the elegant, arching mansion with four white pillars out front. Even their garage looks like a castle or something.
Blake slowly drives past numerous cars that are parallel parked along both sides of the long driveway, and I blink as I try to calm myself. I’m way outside my comfort zone, so the sex better be worth all this.
I clear my throat. “You left your own party to come get me?”
Blake drives past the house and towards the garage as he turns down the music. “My friends will have kept an eye on things,” he says easily.
He pulls the Camaro into the garage, and I try not to gape at the expensive vehicle he parks next to. The sleek, black car probably costs as much as a small, single family home. It always amazes me how the rich live when I’d struggled most of my life just to eat enough to survive. I drag my eyes away from the vehicle. On Monday, when I’m wishing Blake was still interested in me, I’m going to remember that car and this house. This is his world, not mine. I’m only here for a few hours. Then I go back to my life, and he goes back to his.
Blake peers at me. “You’re not nervous, are you?”
I smile brightly. “Not at all.”
His eyes tell me that he doesn’t believe me, but he just smiles. “You’re my guest of honor. I promise you’ll be well taken care of.”
Out comes the horny, little devil on my shoulder, and I smile seductively. “I sure hope so.”
His dark eyes drop to my skirt that has ridden up to flash more of my thighs than what’s appropriate. I can see the desire on his face, and his eyes lift back to mine. “I will, Fallon,” he says with blatant sexual intent. “Let’s go.” He turns and opens his car door.
Blake escorts me into the large house. We enter a kitchen where an island counter is covered with liquor bottles, and two guys appear to be in charge of it all. They fist bump Blake, and instead of introducing me, Blake snags a couple of glasses that are already filled to the brim. He hands one off to me as he leads me out of the kitchen.
I need some liquid courage to get through this party, so I take a sip. The drink is quite strong, and I tentatively take another.
Blake glances at me, his brow furrowing. “Go easy on that,” he warns.
His warning has me looking at him with surprise. Why does he care?
He leans in closer and says in my ear, “I have plans for you, and if you’re drunk, I’m going to have to be a gentlemen and take you home instead.”
I stop walking. “You’d really do that?”
“Do what?”
“Not have sex with me if I’m drunk?”
His eyes hold mine. “If you’re drunk, you’re not alert and fully aware of what’s going on, so no, I wouldn’t.”
Does this guy have a single flaw? He’s like ridiculously perfect. He’s also the first guy I’ve ever met that is honorable, too. No one’s cared before if I’m drunk or sober. We’re standing near a table, and I set my glass down, no longer thirsty.
Blake chuckles. “I never said you couldn’t drink it, Fallon.”
“Maybe I have plans for you, and I want nothing to spoil them,” I say teasingly.
His eyes drop to my mouth, and I know he’s wishing he could kiss me.
I deliberately bite my lower lip.
Blake groans, but before he can say anything, a guy walks up to us, bumping into Blake as he clumsily claps him on the shoulder. “About time you showed up. Who’s this?” The guy peers at me, his eyes roaming over me from head to toe. “This the piece of ass you left Camilla for?”
Blake’s expression tightens, and he shoots his friend a look. “Don’t be a dick, Evan.” He turns and looks at me apologetically. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” I’m used to assholes like Evan.
Evan turns his blue eyes back on me. “You’re the new girl, aren’t you?”
“I’m Fallon.”
He nods. “Evan.” He looks like he wants to say more, but he changes him mind and turns on Blake. “Adam was looking for you earlier.”
“I’ll find him later,” Blake says.
Evan saunters away, and Blake turns to me, his expression now a little hesitant. I can tell that he’s beginning to regret bringing me here. “My friends are assholes. Just ignore them.”
“Like I said, not a problem,” I assure. I don’t want anything or anyone to ruin this evening for us.
Blake leads me down a short hall to a large room that has huge windows overlooking the pool in the back. The room is crowded, and through the mingling bodies, I can see there are more people outside, enjoying the warm evening and the cool water. The party is pretty laid-back, and even though there’s music playing, no one is dancing. I’m also underdressed, just as I’d predicted.
I spy Camilla across the room with her friends, and they are glaring at me while Blake is oblivious to them. He introduces me to some of his friends, but we never stay longer than a few minutes to talk. No one says anything mean to me, but I can tell that they are wondering why Blake brought me here. I knew it would be like this, and I try to hide that I am miserable.
Blake pulls me aside a short time later. “Want to go somewhere quiet?” When I nod in agreement, his hand reaches for mine. I let him lead me through the crowd to a set of stairs, and we make our way up to the second floor. There appears to be nobody on this level, and we walk down a hall until Blake pauses in front of the last door on the right. He opens it and holds it for me, politely urging me to go in first.
I step into the room as Blake firmly closes the door behind us. The music from downstairs can be heard, but it’s muffled. I slowly walk around his bedroom with interest. His room is large with grayish-blue walls, and two large windows have blue curtains drawn across them. The main focal point in his room is the bed, which is simple and masculine, with dark blue, soft-looking sheets. There’s sports-themed décor around the room, and next to a desk is a glass-encased, trophy case. I walk over and scan the numerous trophies and photos of him in sports gear—mostly football.
“You’re really into sports,” I say, impressed.
Blake walks over to stand beside me. “That case is a fucking lie,” he says with a hint of bitterness.
I look at him sharply and search his expression. “I don’t understand.”
His jaw tightens as he gazes at the trophies and photos. “That’s not me. I’m not him.”
I wait until his eyes slide back to mine, and I hold them with my own. “If that’s not you, who are you then?”
He looks at me unflinchingly. “I haven’t got a clue.”
His raw honesty touches me, and I can understand what he’s feeling, because I also have no idea who I really am. When I look in the mirror, I see her, not me. “Do you think it gets any easier as we grow older?” I ask.
“I think it gets worse when you can’t get out of the lie you’re living. The longer you’re in it, the harder it is to break away,” he says softly.
It’s odd that I can understand him even though he’s not offering up details. I’ve never felt a connection like this with anyone. It’s like he’s letting me see him when I’m used to everyone shutting me out.
Blake must glimpse something in my gaze, because his expression shifts as he sets the glass he’d been carrying around with him on his desk. He steps towards me and leans down to kiss me.
This is what I’ve been anticipating all night. All my thoughts cease to exist as sexual hunger begins to take over. His hands are on my hips, his lips fastened on mine as he kisses me deeply with a patient intensity.
Blake is different than the guys
I’m used to. He’s not grabby or sloppy. He’s in control and willing to take things slow to build the sexual tension. I can tell that the sex is going to be off the charts, and I want to do everything I can to make this a night that he won’t forget.
As I kiss him back, I reach for his shirt and start pulling it up and around his ribs, wanting it off. Blake breaks the kiss, and his eyes lock on mine as he tugs off his shirt and tosses it aside. My eyes wander over his broad and powerful chest. All that football and working out has given him an immaculately sculpted chest, and my heart begins to pound out of control. He’s sexier than I ever imagined.
I can feel the other side of me beginning to take over. There’s a part of me that likes to be in control, because if a guy isn’t lost to the pleasure I’m giving him, then I’m not the best he’s ever had, and I like to leave a lasting impression. I learned a long time ago that some guys really love an aggressive woman. No one wants a partner that’s going to just lie there and take it without giving in return.
I decide to test Blake.
With a look of determination, I press my hand flat against his chest and push firmly, urging him to walk backwards towards his bed. He looks at me with surprise, and then he grins and does what I want. When the backs of his legs hit the bed, I give him a good shove, and he falls back onto the mattress. The erection he’s sporting beneath his jeans tells me that my boldness is turning him on, so I crawl onto him, settling myself on his hips as I lean down and capture his lips with my own.
I feel his hands on my thighs, and his tongue meets mine as I kiss him seductively. My hips begin to slowly rock against his hardness as my hands roam over the smooth muscular ridges of his chest and stomach. Blake groans into my mouth and begins moving his hips beneath me. He’s easy to please, and I like that his hands are still staying on my thighs. He’s not demanding more; he’s simply waiting to see what I’m going to do next.
I’m definitely wanting to explore, so I end our kiss and trail my lips along his jaw, and then down his throat. His skin is warm, and he smells of the cologne I like so much. I flick my tongue against his skin, tasting his saltiness.
“Fallon…” Blake breathes.
I taste his skin as I make my way down the center of his chest and lower. His stomach muscles tighten, and I playfully dip my tongue into his belly button. His husky laugh mixed with a groan has me smiling before I follow the thin line of hair that leads beneath the waistband of his jeans. I promptly move back so that I can unfasten the button. Then, I slowly lower the zipper and glance at Blake.
He’s watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, his hands resting behind his head. He looks sexy as hell lying there, waiting for me to explore his body.
I give him a naughty smile that has his eyes darkening before I turn my attention back to my exploration. His hardness is straining against his tight briefs, and I begin to tug his jeans down. Blake lifts his hips to help, and I quickly divest him of his jeans and briefs. His erection stands tall and proud, and I wet my lips with anticipation. I’m so turned on right now that I could probably slide right onto him without needing any foreplay.
“Condom. Left pocket in my jeans,” Blake says in a deep, mesmerizing voice.
I turn away and grab his jeans to retrieve the condom. Then I toss the condom on the bed beside his hip and reach for him, wrapping my hand around his hardness. Blake groans, and I lean down to slide my lips over the blunt tip. I take him into my mouth, tightening my hand at his base as I begin to move my mouth up and down over him.
“Shit. You’ve got to stop, or this will be over much sooner than either of us want.”
His throaty voice has me sucking harder, and his hips instinctively begin thrusting upwards. I keep my mouth wrapped around him as my eyes lift so that I can see his expression. He’s watching me, his lips parted, and I can tell that he’s already close to the edge. This is what I like best, when they look at me like Blake is right now, and I know that I am in full control of his body and his orgasm.
I gently release him, and he blows out a relieved breath. I can’t help but snicker as I reach down and strip off my shirt.
Blake shoots me a look, but it’s one of lazy bemusement. “I was wondering how far you’d go.”
My eyebrow arches as I reach behind me to unclasp my black, lace bra. “I plan on having some fun of my own.” I slip my bra off and toss it over my shoulder.
Blake’s dark gaze drops to my chest, and he takes in my full breasts with pert, pink tips. “Way better than my imagination,” he murmurs with appreciation.
I ease off him and stand next to the bed as I shimmy out of my skirt and panties. I’m not embarrassed over my body. I know that guys like it, and I outgrew any shyness a long time ago. I climb back up his body, ready to kiss him when his voice halts me.
“Wait. I want to look at you more. That was too fucking fast for my liking.”
I pull back and gaze down at him. He’s looking at me expectantly, and I realize this is way more fun than I’d anticipated. I’d assumed it would be some ridiculously good sex, but I hadn’t expected to talk much or laugh.
I settle back on his lower stomach, and since my legs are parted, he can see all of me.
His eyes fasten on the apex of my thighs, and he licks his lips. “I think it’s my turn to do a little exploring.”
I’m sure he can feel and see how wet I am, and I’m incredibly turned on simply by concentrating on him instead of myself. I grab the condom and rip it open. Then I ease back to roll the condom on his length. I want this night to be all about him. “You had your chance,” I say.
Blake sputters and laughs. “No, I didn’t.”
I give him a cheeky smile as I settle on his hips, slowly sinking down onto his hardness. “You had your chance before I took over.” Then I groan, and so does Blake as he pushes himself deep within me to the hilt.
Blake gazes up at me, his hands lifting to cup my breasts. “You feel incredible,” he breathes. I arch my back, enjoying his fingers brushing against my nipples as I begin to move my hips. “Ah, damn, Fallon,” he groans as his hips thrust against mine.
I lean over him, and I begin to ride him in a rhythm that has his eyes glazing over. His thumbs continue rubbing the sensitive tips of my breasts, and I speed up.
Blake’s lips part, and then he clenches his jaw. “Fallon…” he grits out, warning me that he’s too close and about to go over the edge.
I watch him as my hips continue to ruthlessly meet his, and the expression of pure pleasure etched across Blake’s features triggers my release. I tilt my head back, lips parting as I moan and savor the sensations exploding throughout my body. Blake’s hands shift to my hips as he clutches them tightly, thrusting deeply into me until he groans out his own release.
That was…amazingly intense.
I collapse limply onto his sweaty chest, and his arms immediately wrap around me as his heart thunders beneath my cheek. We’re both silent as we try to catch our breaths. Feeling drowsy, I carefully ease my lower body away from his so that he can slide out. Then Blake grips my hips and pulls me back along his body.
“Stay,” he mumbles.
I close my eyes, enjoying my post-orgasmic haze. That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had.
When my eyes open sometime later, Blake’s chest is slowly rising and falling beneath my cheek, and I can tell that he’s sound asleep. Muffled music can still be heard, letting me know that the party isn’t over yet.
Very carefully, I lift my head and peer at the alarm clock on Blake’s nightstand. I’d only fallen asleep for about twenty minutes or so. My eyes shift to Blake, and I smile as I take in his slightly messy hair and the relaxed—but very satisfied—expression on his face as he sleeps. Looks like I’d worn him out. Good. I hope my memory lingers in the back of his mind for a long time to come.
Now that the sex is over, I know that this is where we part ways. I don’t want any awkwardness with Blake, so I am very careful as I ease away from his body. I hold my b
reath as I gingerly climb off the mattress and wait to see if he stirs.
He’s out cold.
I quickly dress, and when I’m presentable, I stand next to his bed and stare down at him. The sheet is so low on his hips that a hint of pubic hair is visible, and my lower belly tightens as I recall what lies beneath the thin fabric. My eyes travel up and over his rigid abs and defined chest before my gaze settles on his handsome, sleeping face. I want to take a moment to memorize every detail before I leave.
Then, I turn and walk out of his room, soundlessly shutting the door so that the music from the party doesn’t disturb him. I manage to find a phone book in the kitchen, and after I’ve called for a cab, I slip out the back door. I’m careful to stay in the shadows as I walk around the large estate, and I quickly find my way back to the driveway. Since I don’t want to be seen by anyone, I decide to meet the cab by the gate. With a heavy chest, I turn one last time and look towards the huge house.
Blake will move on, and so will I.
Seven
The second I enter the school on Monday, I can tell that things are different. People are looking at me and whispering. I ignore them, knowing that it’s my own fault for accepting Blake’s invite and going upstairs with him. We weren’t exactly inconspicuous. In all honesty, I’d known sleeping with Blake would bring a lot of unwanted attention my way, but I’d instinctively known that he’d be worth it—and he most definitely had been.
The sensation of so many eyes following me grates on my nerves as I approach my locker and spin the dial. I’d told myself that this school would be different, and instead, I’d gone and slept with the star quarterback—who’d just broken up with his girlfriend. I’m a magnet for trouble, but I just can’t seem to help myself.
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