by Bella Emy
My legs wrap around his waist the instant he rises with me, and as my arms entangle themselves around his neck, I pray to God what’s about to go down never comes to an end.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Harleigh
He carries me into the apartment. In his big, strong arms, kissing me all the way to the bedroom, he carries me.
We leave everything outside without a care in the world. The only thing that matters are his lips on mine.
As he carries me, still kissing me, I lift my arms and assist him in whipping off my golden-colored top. I’m left in my white, cross-strapped bra.
When we reach my bedroom, he walks me to the bed and places me on top. Together we pull down the covers, and as I bring my knees up, I spread my legs. He doesn’t miss a single beat. He climbs on top of me and places himself exactly where I want him to be: between my thighs. He grabs the covers and brings them up to cover both of us. God, I love the sight of him right here. There’s nowhere else I want him to be. There’s no better place for him than positioned right on top of me as we welcome the evening that suddenly, somehow, seems like it was made for the two of us.
There’s a soft glow in the room from the nightlight I accidentally left on. I forgot to turn it off when I ran in here to get the blue-and-gray fleece blanket to bring with us outside. I was so excited to stargaze with him that it totally slipped my mind to hit the switch on the wall.
Now, I’m thankful I forgot.
I’m thankful because the glow of the light allows my eyes to take in the vision of Preston Scott hovering over me, being the immaculate god that he is.
I’m thankful because the glow of the light allows my eyes to bask in the hard contours of his body, which will soon fit perfectly as they meld with mine.
I’m thankful because the glow of the light allows my eyes to enjoy the look on his face as he takes in the visual of me lying before him, preceding the moment ahead, when he removes the rest of my clothing.
Preston leans closer to me and gently brushes my neck with his lips. He moves upward until he’s softly kissing my earlobe. A million sensations overtake my entire being. He is so damn irresistible, and he’s driving me wild with every movement he makes. “Harleigh, sweetheart. I want you for the rest of my days.”
He doesn’t understand how much I want the very same thing. He doesn’t know how badly I’ve wanted it all my life.
I reach up and grab his hair, hoping to bring him closer to me. My sex aches, tingles, and begs for him to ram deep inside me. I need to feel him continually slamming into my pussy. I’ve wanted Preston since the last time I had him all those years ago, but I’ve never wanted him as much as I do right now.
“Preston, take me, please. I can’t wait anymore.”
He brings his face up and kisses me on the lips softly but fiercely. He bites on my bottom lip and then moves down my body, not leaving any inch of it uncovered by his kisses.
When he reaches my navel, peppering my skin with even more kisses, he unbuttons my jeans and undoes my zipper. Ever so slowly, he slides my pants down. I assist him by lifting my ass off the bed. The waiting game until I can feel him comfortably nestled inside me, the way only he can fit, causes my anticipation to grow.
He takes my light-yellow panties between his teeth and pulls them down my legs. Oh, fuck. Just him being so close to the most sensitive part of me is enough to send me over the edge.
I grab his hair tighter, and his chuckle against my skin sends chills dancing up and down my spine. I lift my head slightly to look at him and bite on my lower lip. Goddamn, he looks perfect in the middle of my thighs. “Preston…”
His eyes meet mine, and he smirks his famous devilish grin at me. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re anxious.”
He has no idea how anxious I am, but fuck, he’s so damn sexy.
He takes two fingers and swipes my panties off from around my ankles and tosses them to the side. He parts my legs by my knees and takes another two fingers and rams them deep inside my cunt.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold on before I have to let go.
My head whips back and hits the pillow. Fuck, his fingers feel so good. I let out a throaty moan, bucking my hips. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to orgasm in seconds.
Whenever I take matters into my own hands, literally, to please myself, it feels great, but nothing compares to the touch of another person doing it for you. You don’t know what their next move will be, so you can’t anticipate it as if it were you doing it. Nothing else comes close to being intimate with someone else. But this is Preston Scott. He is a sex god, a total master of the craft.
“You’re so fucking wet… Damn, I love it, Harls.” He continues finger-fucking me, driving me absolutely bonkers.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I can’t wait any longer to taste you… mmm.”
Before I can register his words, I feel his luscious tongue slip upward and inside me, whip and tease, then circle on my needy, engorged clitoris.
Oh, shit… I’m ready to come and coat his tongue with my juices.
I reach by my sides and grab tightly to the soft cotton sheets. His tongue is completely fuckable, and God, do I love it.
On their own accord, my hands grab my tits, kneading and pinching my nipples hard. Fuck, I’m so damn close to coming.
“Preston! I… I… I’m gonna come!”
He shoves his two fingers back inside me while continuing to sexually assault my clit. He sucks and licks my nub, fully erect and ready to explode down the back of his throat.
“Yes, come for me, baby! Come for me, sweetheart.” He encourages me with each thrust of his fingers, alternating the rotation with his tongue and mouth, devouring my pussy whole.
I can’t contain it any longer. I can’t hold on anymore.
With one final scream of ecstasy, I release all my buildup, feeling every single ounce of amazing as humanly possible.
Holy fucking Christ. That was beyond impeccable. Incredible. Prodigious. Marvelous. Unreal. Wonderful. Exhilarating.
I giggle, coming down from my high, as he climbs on top of me. I grab his chest, and my nails dig into him. When the hell did he remove his shirt? I feel the skin of his legs against mine as well.
Surprising me, he shoves his very erect cock inside me, making me lose my thoughts, which don’t even matter right now.
All that matters is the way Preston feels buried inside me… Jesus.
“Preston! Oh my God!”
He chuckles slightly and kisses my lips. God, how I love his lips, among other things. When he kisses me, I swear it’s one of the best things in the world. He makes me feel like I truly belong to him, like I’m the only one.
I continue devouring his lips, enjoying it more and more with each touch until we part them away.
I bite my bottom lip again and say, “Oh, my God, you feel so good! Wait… when the hell did you even remove your clothes?” Finally I remember what I had been wondering.
He smirks, still driving forcefully into me. Through grunts, he answers. “While you were busy coming down from touching the stars, right after you let me drink your pleasure… and damn, was it good.”
I breathe erratically. Once more, I don’t know how much longer I can take before another orgasm will take over me. My pussy is already super sensitive from the sweet sexual assault of his tongue and fingers. Now his cock is intensifying every little thing I’m feeling.
“Fuck, Preston… I think I’m about to… oh my God! Oh my fucking God!”
“Yes, baby girl! Come again, come for me, love… I’m… mmm… almost there too.”
Fuck, the fireworks I’m feeling are surreal.
I see the stars.
I see the moon.
I see the whole fucking Goddamn universe as Preston and I skyrocket to the edge of the Milky Way, finding ourselves once more exactly where we belong.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Preston
I’ve done many shitty things in my life
time, but taking advantage of and sleeping with Harleigh in her most weakened and broken state has probably been the shittiest.
As I drive, I curse myself for doing what I did. How could I have been so foolish to make her believe this was our chance? I head down the highway in my car, running away from the one thing I want most.
I can’t ever be the one she needs.
Maybe Harleigh wasn’t as broken as she was before, but still, I know she’s grieving for her brother. She has just been happier because I’ve been there with her. I know my company means a lot to her.
And what had I gone and done? I fucked her all through the night and then slipped out before sunrise. She still needed me, will need me once she wakes up, but I left her. I left her before she even has a chance to realize it. When she wakes up, she’s going to hate me, more than she ever has.
Why? Because I made her believe this time was it. I made her believe this time we’d be good for life. Why? Why did I go and do that?
I make a left turn and race toward the only place that seems to make sense right about now. I think back to not even that long ago, and I don’t know how I could have whispered the words I said to her or done the things I did.
Harleigh, sweetheart. I want you for the rest of my days.
Fuck! I was so foolish, careless.
Heartless.
As she slept, I crept up out of her bed, quickly grabbed all my things and packed my bag, and looked at her lying on the bed. She resembled such a beautiful angel lying there with the white sheet wrapped underneath her armpits, her dark curls against her cheeks.
I took the image of her in one last and final time as I sucked in a deep breath and probably a few tears. It hurt me to go, knowing what it would do to her, what it would do to me. This will be the last time I can ever do this to her. I can’t keep loving her and suddenly leaving her like she is some random chick.
Because she wasn’t… isn’t.
Because I love her.
Fuck, it’s the first time I’m admitting this to myself, but it’s true. I love Harleigh Davis with all my heart. I’ve never been in love before, always just messing around with women, not really giving them a second thought. But Harleigh? She’s the only one I’ve ever wanted for as long as I can remember.
Now that I’ve pulled away again, now that I’ve gone and left her after this last time we slept together, there isn’t going to be a thing I can do to ever get her back.
I can turn right around and crawl back into bed with her before she even notices anything, but I won’t do that. I can’t be with her. I can’t do it because it’s not right. Even if I love her and she loves me, I can’t do it because of Cory. He never approved of me loving his sister, so I made a promise to him. He also never knew how I truly felt about her. Hell, I hadn’t even realized it till now, but it’s too late. It’s too late because he’s already gone.
When I finally reach my destination, I park my car on the corner and hop out. I lock my door and walk toward the entrance of the building. It’s close to midnight, but thankfully, I can get a few drinks in me before the last call at 2:00 a.m.
I step inside and take in my surroundings. There are a ton of people in here getting drinks on this lovely Friday night. Anyone in here at this time is probably looking for trouble, especially the women to my left. Three beautiful ladies—a brunette, a redhead, and a blonde—down some drinks, laughing as they throw them back. They look like they’re looking for trouble. The blonde quickly takes notice of me and smiles devilishly. She looks familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen her before. I smile back not to be rude but turn my attention to the front of the bar. Gage is there, wiping some counters.
I walk toward him and sit on one of the stools. “Hey, man. How are you?”
He looks up and meets my gaze. “Preston Scott! How’ve you been?”
I smile. “Good. How’s business?”
He nods. “It’s going well. People seem to love this place.”
“What’s not to love?”
Gage chuckles. “What can I get for you, bro?”
I think momentarily before giving him an answer. “How about something off the tap?”
He nods. “Coming right up.” He pulls a glass and places it underneath a nozzle. He fills it to the brim and pushes it toward me. “Here you go, on the house.”
“Aww, thanks, man. You don’t have to do that though. I know I may look like a bum right now, but I swear I’m doing all right.”
The two of us chuckle, but he quickly brushes off my statement. “It’s all good, man. How are things?”
I take a swig from my glass and swallow. Damn, it’s nice and cold. “Good, good. I’m running a mechanic shop nowadays.”
His eyes light up. “Really? That’s awesome, man.”
“Yeah, thanks, bro. How’re Danny and Derek?”
He chuckles. “Those two fuckers? They’re fine… up to their usual tactics.”
“They still running that tattoo and piercing shop?”
He nods. “Yeah, it’s still going strong too. I mean, they’re very popular with the female crowd.”
I laugh. I used to know all about that back in the day. “Yeah, I bet.”
Gage takes a wet rag from behind the counter and returns to wiping the top. “Hey, how’s your brother doing? I haven’t seen him in years.”
“Josh’s good, thanks.” I take another sip from my glass.
“He’s married, right?”
I take another sip, shake my head, and look at Gage. “Was.”
His eyebrows furrow. “Was?”
“She cheated on him.”
“What? Were they even married long?”
“Nah, not really.”
“Damn. Sorry to hear it.”
I drain the remaining contents of my cup. “Hey, it’s okay. I really think it’s for the better.”
“Yeah, if she was cheating on him, he’s better off.”
I nod, but before I can let him know I believe Courtney is my brother’s soul mate, he points his chin in the direction past my right shoulder. “Looks like we’re getting company.”
I furrow my brows as I turn my head and see the blonde from when I first walked in. She plops onto the seat next to mine.
“Hey, G. Can I get a refill?”
“You got it, doll.” Gage gets right to work, filling up a glass.
I snap my head and get a good glance at her. She turns to face me and smirks.
Shit, did I do something?
Her green eyes look so familiar. I just can’t put my finger on it.
“Here you are, hun.” Gage places a glass on the counter for the girl to take.
“Thank you, G.” She picks it up and drains it in one sip. Damn, she can probably drink most guys under the table.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
I swallow hard. I wasn’t expecting her to say anything to me, honestly. “No, miss. I’m sorry. I don’t—”
She giggles. “Preston, it’s me. Amber Higgins.”
Amber Higgins… Where do I know that name from?
Realizing it still hasn’t dawned on me, she rolls her eyes laughingly. “Captain of the varsity cheerleading squad from college.”
Oh my God, of course. How could I have forgotten about her? Damn, Harleigh, what have you done to me? Ever since I met Harleigh, it’s been only about her. Now Amber must think I’m rude as fuck.
“Amber! I’m so sorry!” I reach out and embrace her. She smells like rose petals and way too much alcohol. “How’ve you been? It’s been what? Four years?”
“Almost five.”
“Wow. Time flies.” I can’t believe it’s been that long.
“Sure does.” She giggles, and I want to know why.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Aww, c’mon. You’ve gotta tell me now.”
“Okay, fine. I used to have the biggest crush on you.”
“For real?”
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��Oh, yeah. Seriously. I wanted to sleep with you so bad. I had heard some crazy good rumors about you aiming to please in the sack, and I really wanted to find out for myself, but I never got the chance.”
“What?” I chuckle. “C’mon, you’re not for real. A gorgeous girl like you can get any man she wants. Please, you were captain of the cheerleading squad. I doubt you were sitting home alone, waiting on my dumb ass.”
“No, really. I wanted you. You were the only guy I could never get to sleep with me no matter how much I batted my eyes at you or flaunted my chest in your face.” She giggles once more.
“I’m sorry, Amber. I’ve been sort of stuck on one girl I can’t get my mind off for the longest time. I wouldn’t have been any fun. Those rumors you heard about me used to be true, but by the time you met me in college, I wasn’t about that anymore.”
She shrugs, and I can tell she’s silently yelling at me about how much she doesn’t give a shit. She still wants to know what I am like between the sheets.
“So you here alone now?”
I nod. “Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.” Good, a change of topic. I don’t really want to talk about my golden past anymore.
She places a manicured fingernail up to her lips. “Too much on the brain?”
“Something like that.” I’m not about to tell her I’ve just said good-bye to being with the one woman who means the world to me.
She hops off the stool and leans against me. Her lips are so close to my ear, I can feel the warmth on her breath as she whispers, “Look, Preston. I’m not stupid. I can tell some girl has got you trippin’, and maybe it’s the same girl cock-blocking me from back in the day, but I don’t care. If you’re down for some fun, no strings attached, just for tonight, I’m your girl. Let me get your mind off things and make you feel good. We’ll make it a night you won’t forget. Just once so I can fuck you out of my system once and for all.”
Damn, talk about being forward. Back in the day, she would have totally been my type of chick. She’s practically already jumping on my dick. All I have to do is say the word if I want to sleep with Amber.
But I can’t. As tempting as she may be, I can’t do it. My head is not in the right place right now, and neither is my heart.