Traced: Bryton & Roya (Oak Springs Book 4)

by Lucy Rinaldi

  I left Roya but not before kissing her like I'd die if I didn't. She laughed against me. All I could think about was making her mine. What am I talking about, she's always been mine. But I need her with me. I can't walk away from her again, I won't. She's mine!

  I haven't gotten half way back to Chase's when I get a text from Roya. I tell my in-car system to read the message aloud, I'm not a dangerous driver, but I want to know what she sent me.

  Roya: Is it crazy that I miss you right now?

  I smirk to myself and pull over at the side of the road outside Callie's Bakery. It isn't late but the sun is setting beautifully over the lake. I want to spend evenings like this with the two of them. My own little family.

  I never thought I could feel like this age. The last time I felt this happy was when I was with Roya. I guess it's true what people say, you know when you've found the right one because you'll feel it deep in your soul. I wish I'd never let her go in the first place, but I did and nothing can change that now. But if I'm lucky, she'll give me a second chance. And this time, I won't mess it up.

  I bring my cell to my ear and anticipate her answering. She does on the second ring. “Hey, beautiful.”

  “Hi,” She giggles. Actually giggles. God, I love that sound. “You didn't have to call. I know it was stupid to send that text when you've been left no more than five minutes.”

  “It wasn't stupid, Roya. The truth is that I miss you, too. I only left because it's getting late and I know you'll want to go to bed soon.”

  “Yeah.” There's something in her tone that has my cock aching, hardening against my jeans. Fuck!

  “The way you're breathing right now is bringing back a lot of memories, Roya. Hot memories of you beneath me, moaning and withering, as I...”

  “Oh my god, don't say it out loud.” I smile in amusement. She wants me so bad right now. “I have done nothing but think about us like that all day. About the way, we used to be. What we might've been like now if we'd stayed together.”

  This is the beauty of Roya. She's a shy little thing with everyone but me. God, she was never shy with me.

  “I've done nothing but think about us since the moment I saw you again.” Her breath catches in her throat. “You have no idea of what you do to me. What you still do to me even after all this time.”

  “Bryton,” She actually groans my name. I shift in my seat while adjusting my crotch. I'm going to have to relieve myself in the damn shower. “Come back.” I sit up straighter. Is she asking me what I think she's asking me? “I mean, you don't have to. You probably don't even find me attractive like that anymore...”

  “Are you crazy?” I almost laugh. How in the hell can she think I don't find her attractive? “I'll be five minutes.” I end the call without another word. Spin my car around and make my way back to her place. I'm going to make love to her so good she'll never want me to leave.

  Six

  Roya

  The second I open the door, he grabs me, his lips hitting mine as he backs me up against the wall while kicking the door shut with his foot. My hands are above my head before I can even blink. I shouldn't have started this, but my body has been aching like crazy all day for him. I need to be touched. I need to know that he wants me now as much as he did back then.

  “You drive me crazy.” He mumbles against the soft skin of my neck, drawing a groan from my throat.

  God, I have missed him. I have missed the way he used to touch me. The way he made me feel like I was everything to him. I have let go of the past and what happened between us, just as he's forgiven me for keeping Jaxson from him. Not that I did that deliberately. But it was easy to let go. I learned that a long time ago.

  Seeing them together today, my baby and his daddy, and how happy they both were. Well, it had me tearing up. It was just so perfect. We looked like a real family. And I had to leave the room for a moment so that I could cry. Not because I was in any way sad, but because I could finally see a brighter future for my baby boy. That is all I have ever strived for. This is what my son deserves, a happy family life. And it doesn't hurt that I am still in love with his father. Bryton Sawyer is just one of those men a girl does not forget.

  I don't care about the girls he's been with in the time we were apart. I never expected him to be a monk, nor did I expect him to pine away for me. I have had my fair share of... I can't call them lovers because I've had none of them, but I've had sex quite a few times.

  I don't know if Bryton has had other relationships, or if he's been in love with someone else, but I do know that he isn't seeing anyone right now. I may have slipped it into the conversation earlier. Well, I had to be sure.

  So now I feel no guilt in being with him like this.

  Why should I?

  Don't I deserve to feel a little happiness in my life?

  I clutch at Bryton's hair, pulling him deeper into me as he licks my pussy. We haven't even made it into the living room, we're still in the hallway. I'd changed before he came back into nothing but my panties and bra with a silk wrap over the top. I'd also released my hair from its confinements because that's how Bryton always liked my hair, loose.

  It's bold of me to be acting this way with a man who paid me to abort my child and then left me. But I love him. I have loved him from that first night when he told me that he'd never seen anyone as beautiful as me. I loved him then and I love him now.

  As soon as Bryton grabbed me when he walked in, he ripped the robe from my body, then slid down it, taking my panties with him, hooking my leg over his shoulder, and proceed to lick me so good I'm biting my lips in order not to scream with how good this feels.

  “Oh, Bryton, this feels so good!” I feel him smile against my pussy. No one but Bryton has ever gone down on me. Bryton was my first everything. As clichéd and pathetic as that sounds. But it's the truth. We clicked immediately. We had a chemistry that was simply magical. It's still there, it never left us. And knowing how much he loves Jaxson, as much as I knew he would should they ever meet, makes it all feel so right

  His pushes two fingers inside of me, fucking me fast while licking me hard. I slap my hand over my mouth to squash the scream trying to escape me as I come so hard my knees buckle.

  He catches me as he stands his full height. “God, I missed the taste of you.”

  “I've missed the taste of you. Let me taste you, Bryton.”

  He kisses me with such passion that it's dizzying. “If you suck my cock right now, with this perfect mouth of yours,” He tells me while running his thumb over my lower lip, “the way you used to suck my cock...” He doesn't finish the sentence, he just kisses me savagely.

  Whenever I used to suck his cock he would come so hard the muscles in his stomach would clench tightly, making his six-pack strengthen, the muscles in his thick thighs would shake for minutes afterward. He said he didn't need to workout, all he needed was for me to suck his cock, that was all the workout he needed. Crazy man.

  He once told me that I had a magic mouth, that no one could suck his cock the way I could. I knew Bryton had been with a few women before I came along, and him thinking that of me, a girl who had never done anything sexual with another man before him made me feel good about myself. Bryton always made me feel good about myself.

  Until he didn't, but that's over now.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, our foreheads resting against each other. “Take me to bed. Please? I need you right now, Bryton.”

  “I want nothing more than to take you to bed so that I can make love to you,” Make love to me. God, I want that so much. I am aching all over for him. “But I don't have a condom with me. I didn't exactly expect or plan this.” He smiles while tucking my hair behind my ear again.

  “I'm on the pill and I'm clean. I just want to feel you inside of me the way we used to be.”

  He smiles at me, kisses me once and lifts me into his arms making me squeal like a kid. “I'm clean too, baby.”

  “Then take me to bed, handsome.”

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sp; Bryton

  I lay her down on her bed. She's now totally naked for me, and my god, she's beautiful. She's always been beautiful to me, but seeing the evidence of her pregnancy on her body is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The small, faint, lines that tell the tale of her stomach stretching as my son grew inside of her. Hot damn, it's amazing to me.

  She watches as I strip my clothes from my body, her eyes widening, smile creeping across her face the second my cock springs free from my boxers. She licks her lips before biting her lower one. She always did love to suck my dick. I want that so much, but I know myself where Roya's mouth is concerned, I'll come before I'm half way inside her hot mouth.

  I rake my eyes over her body, her gorgeous tits with the small pink nipples, as erect as my cock. Her slim waist, flat stomach, and perfect pussy. God, she was made for me. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but she was never one of them. Leaving her was the biggest mistake I ever made. I will not make that mistake again.

  “Bryton,” she holds her hand out to me, “Come to me.” I smile and take her hand, climbing on the bed and between her legs. I stroke her face with the back of my hand. She smiles shyly, seductively, her little hands sliding up and down my back as her hips tip against me. “Please,” She groans as I stroke the head of my cock against her already sensitive clit. She's so fucking wet I can feel her juices all over my cock.

  I kiss her softly as I enter her slowly. She's so damn tight. God, she's always been so fucking tight! She whimpers from the pleasurable pain she's feeling as I enter her fully for the first time in over four years, and it's just like coming home.

  Her legs lock around my waist, her back arches pushing her hips into me. My cock is so swollen and ready to explode already, but I want this to last, I don't want to come yet.

  “Oooh!” She cries out when I thrust a little harder than I intended. But the way she's touching me is making it hard not to fuck her through the headboard. But I won't allow myself to do that right now. Roya is not the kind of girl who gets fucked like she's a whore. She's perfect. The kind of girl who deserves to be made love to. Not all the time, of course, every girl likes a good hard fuck every now and again. And my Roya was never any different when we were together.

  “So good.” I groan into her neck.

  “Bryton, I can't stop it. Please tell me.” I know to what she's referring. She always loved it when I told her to come, it made her come so hard that her body would arch, her muscles would lock, and she'd scream my name. She'd then throb and shake for an age afterward. Even when I held in my arms.

  “Come, baby. Come for me.”

  Her nails sink into the skin of my biceps as she let's go. “Bryton!” She doesn't scream, neither of us wants to wake our son, but it's loud enough to fill my whole body to the point I'm coming hard and fast inside of her beautiful body.

  I kiss her softly, circling my hips, bringing us both down from the best high I've had in years. Once the feeling subsides, I pull out of her and lie beside her, pulling her into my arms. I just want to hold her close to me. I need to hold her.

  “We can't fall asleep like this.” She says sleepily. “Jaxson can't see us like this.”

  “He won't. Just sleep for a little while, baby. I'll leave before he wakes.” She nods only slightly, letting me know that she's falling asleep. I smile to myself and then kiss her head. “I love you, beautiful,” I whisper into the night. And I do, I love her just as much as I ever did, even more so, in fact. And this time, I'm never letting go.

  Seven

  Roya

  I should not have slept with Bryton Sawyer. I should not have slept with Bryton Sawyer!

  I can tell myself the same thing over and over again but it won't change the fact that I slept with Bryton the other night. What the hell got into me? I wanted him so badly, there's no point in trying to deny it now. But I swore to myself that I wouldn't go there again. I swore that I wouldn't let him back into my heart, that I wouldn't fall for him. But I have and there is no going back now. He's right there smack dab in the middle of my heart right next to Jaxson. If I'm honest, that's where he's always been I just tried to block him out.

  He made perfect love to me that night and then he held me while I slept. And for the first time in years, I slept well. Not that it's happened since or will again. I can't let it.

  But I heard his whispered words of love but I was too tired to either appreciate or respond to them. I haven't mentioned them because I'm not sure I can go there right now. I know he cares for me, you don't touch a person the way he touched me if you don't. But I can't allow myself to take up any of Bryton's time right now. He has to dedicate every second to Jaxson, and that is just how it should be.

  I might love him but Jaxson comes first, he always has and he always will. Simple.

  I kind of hoped Bryton would be a useless dad and he'd leave town like he plans to next week. Okay, that's what I hoped for, for about an hour. Before I realized how much I still loved him, and how much my baby idolizes him.

  Then I hoped beyond hope that he'd tell me he'd stay because he's not a useless dad, he's an amazing dad, and Jaxson adores him. Bryton more than adores Jaxson, he'd literally die for him. I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at our son. The two of them are like two peas in a pod, and there is no way I could separate them now.

  Bryton is still to make a decision on what he's going to do about leaving. I know he has to go at least for a month because of work commitments. But if all goes well he'll be back right after that to see Jaxson. I don't know where Bryton is going to end up, but I do know that he won't abandon Jaxson now.

  I must admit, him paying off the medical debts I occurred through Jaxson's treatment helped, but it still doesn't stop me feeling guilty about it. I didn't expect him to do it, I didn't even know he could afford it. But at least he didn't lie to me about it. He told me this morning how he never meant to go through my things but he saw the bills on the mantel, and as Jaxson's father, he wanted to help ease the pressure.

  I may have done some very low things to get my son the help he needed, but I've never had good insurance, and even with the things I did, it didn't cover everything. The figure I owned was well into the double thousands. A figure I never thought I'd be able to pay back for years to come. Bryton told me he'd paid it all off, and if Jaxson needs anything in the future, then I'm to tell him.

  I cried. I literally cried. I was so grateful to him. He held me close to him as I thanked him a million times. I'm a proud woman, but not too proud that I would be angry about Bryton helping me out and relieving me of such a huge burden. I've had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. One that I have carried since Jaxson was born. I can actually breathe easily. I feel lighter somehow. And now that Jaxson is sorted and happy, and I don't have such huge debts hanging over my head, I can finally get started on what I came here for.

  I've been working for Aimee for a month now. I love it. She's a great boss and friend. And it's amazing how quickly the time fly's by without you even realizing it.

  We've had a busy day in the shop today, what with online orders flooding for my Seductive line, making it Aimee's biggest selling lingerie line to date, something I am so happy about!

  Plus, we had a couple hours where people just seemed to keep on coming in. tourists wanting to buy something sexy to take home with them, both men and women. I was rushed off my feet. That's not to say Aimee wasn't also.

  It finally calmed down about half hour ago and Aimee said I could take a breather in her office, where I've been sitting for the past ten minutes while she and her friends, I guess they're my friends too now, are drinking champagne and celebrating the success of my Seductive line being such a huge hit. Not only is the line selling at a fast rate in store, but it's already sold out online! Yeah, like I said, it's her biggest hit yet.

  I can't believe how much my life has changed since I came here. And this thing I've got going with Aimee is crazy. I had only made two samples for Aimee. She loved
them and then got to producing enough stock for the boutique. Then the orders came in online and we both got to making the orders and sending them out on time. We're sold out with orders backing up to three-week shipment dates.

  Can you believe how many orders that is?!

  Aimee is obviously thrilled, and the bonus she gave me is a very nice addition to my commission this month. My first paycheck is going to be more than I earned in three months at my last job. Yes, I am going to like it here.

  So why am I sitting back here ignoring the celebrations? Maybe because I don't see what's to celebrate. Or maybe I can't handle being in a room with Aimee's surrogate aunt and her three daughters. Any other time, I can ignore her surrogate aunt, act like she doesn't exist. And it's not like I've actually officially met her. Whenever she's been in the store I've always made a quick getaway out back. Her daughters are now my friends, and I've spent a little time with them on those few afternoons when we've all met up for lunch. But they don't really know me.

  Looking down at the newspaper clipping in my hand, tears falling from my eyes in the bucket load, making it hard to see the words, is breaking my heart. It was easy to hold it all in when Jaxson was sick. And the same when Bryton turned up, because I had a lot to think about, and my time was taken up to the hilt. Now I have nothing much to worry about because Bryton has taken the burden off my shoulders, and all I can think about is her and what she's been through.

  How has she managed to keep going all these years? How has she not crumbled and fallen? Or maybe she did once upon a time. Maybe her husband was her rock and he got her through, maybe they got each other through it all. Who got me through it all? No one, that's who. There's never been anybody there for me, never.