by Alla Kar
I glance at Heather once Bethany has left. She shrugs. “That backstabbing bitch. I can’t believe I talked you into helping her. Now, she’s going to blackmail us.”
Changing out of my shirt, I slide onto my bed. “What a friend. I swear I know why I had no girlfriends during high school. You guys are the best actresses in the damn world.”
Heather sighs and opens her laptop. “You aren’t going to do it with him, are you?”
“Gag. No.”
Heather types away on her keys for a bit. “Have you ever done it?”
Sitting up, I glance over at her. She is looking at me under long lashes, a bit of a smile on her face. “Does it look like I’m a virgin?”
She nods. “Sorry, but you’ve got that look. The nerdy, beautiful girl. You know, like in She’s All That? Hey!” She starts laughing. “Her name is Laney, too!”
I can’t help but laugh. “Well, no, I’m not. In high school I—I did it.”
More clacking against the keys. “With Lachlan, huh?”
Damn tears. I turn onto my side, pressing my face into the pillow. The smell of my fabric softener is heavy in my nose. It was him. Only him. My body had craved him like a drug. He was the only guy I had ever let touch me. There, at least. He was so soft, gentle, willing to go slow.
***
“Come with me,” he had said. His voice like warm honey running over my chilly skin. I was standing in my nightgown. It barely hit mid-thigh.
I blew a gasp of air through the open window, and it sent a blurry of fog in front of me. Lachlan’s large hands wrapped around the window frame, his face peering up at me from under long lashes, the green in his eyes bright from the moonbeams.
“It’s cold. Why don’t you come inside?”
A grin spread up his face and he reached inside, sliding his fingers against the outside of my arm. “I have a surprise. Don’t worry, luv. I’ll keep you warm.”
Chills ran through me, all the way down my spine. “Okay, let me put on some pants.” I ran toward my dresser, pulling out a pair of yoga pants. My heart was thumping hard, causing me to drop things and stumble over my shoes.
Lachlan had his brow lifted and an amused grin on his face. We both knew what was going to happen. We had been talking about it for two months. Scared, as always, I had backed out a few times. Lachlan finally said it would happen when it did. Now, I felt ready. A surge in my body was rocking against my insides, making my nervous.
I grabbed my phone and slid into a pair of TOMS. “Ready?” Lachlan asked.
I nodded and swung one of my legs out of the window. It wasn’t a huge drop to the ground, but Lachlan wrapped his arms around my waist and helped me. Breathless from sneaking out, I glanced up at Lachlan and he pressed his lips to mine swiftly. His fingers lingering on my bottom lip before he pulled away.
“Let’s go. I took my dad’s old pick-up truck.” Lachlan began to push me toward the truck. It was sitting in the distance under one of the large oaks in my family’s backyard. We lived out in the middle of nowhere, down a road where there isn’t anything but woods and fields.
The wind was whipping at my hair as we picked up speed. Excitement and nervousness swarmed me, making me smile. “Where are we going in the truck?”
Lachlan glanced down at me, opening the driver’s door so I could scoot in. He waited until I was settled in the middle before he jumped in and started the truck. It roared to life, loudly. I prayed the ’rents didn’t hear us. But I secretly didn’t care if they did. I was so high off of my escape that my entire body was shaking with anticipation.
Lachlan dimmed his lights, then pulled out onto the road. I sat Indian style, fingers fidgeting with the radio. “Where are we going?”
Lachlan shook his head then placed his arm on the back of the seat. “It’s a surprise, luv. We’re almost there.”
He took a back road leading us by the river. I had been there with my dad when I was little, but I vaguely remembered it. We had spent the day fishing. The cool air swept through the open windows and slapped my hair back again. When we finally slowed to a stop, it was dark, darker than I was comfortable with.
Lachlan opened the door and tried to grab my arm. I shook my head. “It’s dark. I’m scared.”
Lachlan laughed, grabbing me underneath my legs and carrying me out of the truck. The wind caressed my skin, the crickets singing a soft song in the distance. Lachlan sat me on the tailgate and pointed behind me.
Blankets were layered in the truck bed with two giant pillows lying on top. “Go get underneath the covers; it’s getting chilly.”
Too nervous to respond, I crawled to the back of the truck bed and snuggled underneath the covers. They smelled just like Lachlan’s house. Sweet, flowery.
Lachlan jumped into the back of the truck and closed the tailgate after him. He seemed too big to be in the truck, but he crawled underneath the covers. “Are you warm enough, luv?”
Nodding, I snuggled into his arm. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Making this special. I always wanted it to be special, to remember it for the rest of my life.”
Lachlan pressed his fingers into my side. “Special for what, luv?” he whispered into my ear.
“Oh,” I said, sitting up and looking over at him. “I thought we were going to try to—ugh, never mind. Just forget it.”
Lachlan laughed and pressed his forehead to mine. “Joking, Laney. Now, relax, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. Calm down. You’re shaking.” I hadn’t realized I was shaking, and we both knew it wasn’t from the chill in the air. My body relaxed, then my eyes zeroed in on his lips. God, I wanted to feel them on me.
Lachlan leaned down, eyeing me to make sure it was okay. I nodded, giving him permission, and he pressed his lips against my neck. My thighs lit up in fire, my body smoldering with heat. His kiss traveled up my neck to my earlobe where he bit down, hard. “You sure about this, luv? I’m not rushing you. It’s completely up to you.”
I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until I began to talk. “Yes, please,” I said, feeling myself grow anxious with the distance between us.
Gently, Lachlan guided me to the blanket. It was soft, and I was glad he had layered them. His eyes roamed my face, as if to memorize every part of me. This time, when he leaned in to kiss me, he didn’t pull away. Thank God.
He deepened our kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed my skin, finally stopping in my hair and pulling, hard. I moaned into his mouth, arching my back. I don’t know when it happened but he was suddenly in-between my legs. “You taste so good, luv.”
Holding myself together, barely, I cried out when he rolled his hips against mine. It was all cloth on cloth but the growing bulge in his pants rubbed against my most personal place. Pushing back, Lachlan gripped my hair tighter, forcing my chin up. “Goddamn it, Laney. I want you. Please, say I can have you. Forever. Always.”
I nodded against his lips. “Always. Please, take me, Lachlan. I want you.”
He growled, sliding his fingers against the edge of my pants. My thighs heated more as his calloused fingers trailed against my ribs all the way to the bottom of my bra. “Is this okay? Can I touch you here, luv?”
“Touch me everywhere,” I whispered.
He groaned, cupping my left breast with his huge hand. The sensation was new but a familiar ache grew between my legs. I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. A hard-as-granite bulge pressed into me.
Lachlan gripped my chin, hard, forcing me to look at him. “I love you, Laney. Don’t you ever forget it.”
“I won’t,” I said breathless.
He smiled, then leaned up so he was sitting on his shins. Reaching down, he tugged his shirt off. I’d seen him with his shirt off before, but knowing he was going to be hovering over me, making me scream his name, made my anticipation grow. The hard, fine lines of his stomach were drool worthy. I’d wanted to touch him since the first day I laid eyes on him. Even if I ha
d socked him in the jaw.
Shaking, I asked, “My turn?”
Lachlan’s eyes widened and he nodded. Reaching down to the hem of my shirt, I slipped it over my head. The cool wind kissed across me, raising goose bumps along my body.
He took a sharp intake of breath, and raked his eyes over me slowly, taking in every inch of me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Laney,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to the center of my chest. Placing his index finger at the base of my neck, he trailed it down to my navel and then to the top of my jeans.
“You’re sure, baby? We can stop right now, I won’t be mad.”
Closing my eyes, I tried to picture anything else I wanted this badly in my life. “Lachlan,” I said, slowly, “I want this. Please.”
He smiled, his teeth shining in the moonbeams. “Luv, you’ll never have to beg with me. Come here.” He reached behind me, pulling me onto his lap, until I was straddling him in the back of his dad’s truck. He took his time, trailing kisses over my neck and between my breasts. Frustrated, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my bra.
His hand hovered over the latch for a few minutes, while he kissed me all over. Finally, after a few torturous minutes had passed, he unlatched my bra. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I met you, Laney. I wanted to know how you would feel underneath your clothes. How you would feel pressed against me,” he lowered his voice to a whisper. “How you would feel with me inside you.”
The ache between my legs throbbed with a need I had to fulfill. “Well,” I whispered. “Let’s find out.”
He nodded, sliding each strap off my shoulder. I felt exposed, my breasts in his face. His green eyes gazed over me. He slid the tip of his finger around the edge of my nipple before taking me into his palm, rubbing his finger across the peaked tip. A yelp came from my throat; I’d never been touched there. “Oh,” I whispered, helpless. Suddenly, I was his. This was right. I had to have him. I would never have anyone else.
“Feel good, luv?”
Nodding, I pressed my lips against his ear. “More, please. More.”
That was all he needed. Laying me back, he brought his mouth down to my nipple, taking the sensitive skin in his hot mouth. “Fuck,” I moaned, grinding my hips against him, frustrated that I couldn’t feel his skin on mine. “Take these off.”
Lachlan grinned and stood up. Sliding out of his jeans, he stood in front of me. His boxer briefs fit him well, and his size made my heart pump into overdrive. Oh, God. This is going to hurt, isn’t it?
My bottom lip trembled. Lachlan dropped to his knees, cradling my face in his hands. “What’s the matter, luv? Are you okay? Cold?”
No, I was burning up. Everywhere.
“No, I’m—you’re just so…big. I don’t know if I can take it.”
Lachlan pressed his finger against my bottom lip, and smiled. “We can stop. It’s not a big deal, baby—”
“No,” I shook my head, pulling him toward me. “I want you—I just want to make sure we can go slow. I’ve never done this. I don’t know what to expect.”
Lachlan kissed my cheek and guided me down to the blankets. “We can go as slow as you want to, luv. Anything you want, you can have it.”
Gripping his biceps, I pulled him on top of me. “I want this now—right fucking now, Lachlan.” I rocked my hips toward his.
Grabbing my yoga pants, Lachlan slid them down my legs, until they were a puddle of fabric at the end of the truck bed. Eyeing my panties, he licked his lips, sliding his index finger from my ankle all the way to the moist spot between my legs.
I groaned, feeling the roughness of his fingers, only separated by the thin fabric of my underwear. He moved his head back slowly, groaning while stroking me. “God, luv, I can feel how wet you are through you knickers.” Leaning down, he pressed his lips to my forehead. Embarrassment rushed to my cheeks; I’d never heard anything so sexual in my life, directed at me, at least. I was suddenly glad for the darkness.
Lachlan sat back up on his knees and trailed his fingers down my legs, to the tip of my underwear. His eyes flickered toward mine, and held, while he pulled them down past my ankles. I felt uncovered, chills running up my naked body. In any other situation, I would have hid in humiliation, but the male looking down at me made me want to open my thighs and invite him in. His jaw had grown more defined over the last year, leaving him with a strong jaw and full lips. The stubble on his cheek was thick, dark, and paired nicely with his lime-green eyes. I wanted him. More than anything else in the world.
Lachlan took his time looking at me before sliding over me, holding himself up with his elbow. “I want to kiss you everywhere, Laney.” His fingers grazed my navel, then lower, then I felt the heat of his hand over my sex. “Everywhere, baby. Can I kiss you there?”
Nervously, I nodded. Lachlan kissed my jaw, down my chest, and paused to take each nipple in my mouth. My skin was afire with sensation. His kisses slowed as he got lower, finally stopping above my sex.
“I’ve dreamed about how you would taste, luv. Are you ready?” His finger slipped into my opening, causing me to let out a loud groan. The ache in my stomach erupted, making me arch my back in pleasure.
“Christ, Laney, you’re so wet.” His fingers dipped lower into me. “Oh, God. So fucking tight.”
Biting my lip, I gripped the blankets beneath me. The rhythm of his fingers burying into me slowly spreading a sensation over my legs. “Lachlan,” I whispered, grinding my hips against his fingers. “Please, more.”
He tore his gaze away from my exposed flesh and looked up at me with hungry eyes. “I’m going to kiss you now, luv. Hold on tight.”
Knowing he didn’t mean it literally, I still tightened my grip. Pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh, he plunged his tongue inside of me.
Holy shit.
Yelping out, I gripped his head and held on tight. All my problems blew away, the world slipped from my vision, there was nothing except his lips on my core. He lapped at me, tasting me while gripping my ass with his open palms. Crawling back up to me, he took my bottom lip with his teeth and pulled. “That was—fucking amazing,” I whispered.
Lachlan smiled down at me, then winked before he reached behind him. A shiny wrapper flickered in the moonbeams, and I swallowed a large lump that was stuck in my throat. “Are you sure? This is the last time I’m going to ask you, I swear. I just want you to be one hundred percent sure.”
Taking his face between my hands, I nodded up at him. “Please, Lachlan. I’m ready.”
Burying his scruffy face in my neck, he sighed. “Okay, baby. Just sit back, because I’m going to take care of you.”
Carefully, Lachlan stood and dropped his boxer briefs. His cock was thick, longer than I had imagined, and it made me wetter than I ever thought possible. He dropped down to his knees quickly, positioning himself between my waiting thighs. I waited, glancing up at the stars as he rolled the condom over his length.
Leaning closer, he pressed kisses all over my face, then glanced down at me with heavy lids. “I’m going to start, luv. Hold on to me. If I hurt you, you tell me, and I’ll fucking stop. Right then. No questions.”
Nodding, I clung to his sides, holding on for dear life. Lachlan reached down and pressed himself at my entrance. Tears built in my eyes, not from pain, but from want, need. He locked eyes with me as he slowly began to press into me. A tingling pinch rocked over my core, causing me to press my thighs hard into Lachlan’s sides.
“Luv?”
“I’m fine,” I mumbled. “Go.”
He pushed my hair from my face, wrapped his large hand around my waist, and pressed in harder. A cry tore from my throat, making me clench my thighs tighter. Lachlan’s eyes were wide, his mouth ajar, and his hand tight on my hip. “Fuck,” he grunted out. “You’re so fucking tight, luv. Bloody hell,” he spit through his teeth.
Once he was in, he slowly withdrew and eased his way back in. The burning sensation was starting to fade and a pleasurable ache took
its place. “More,” I whispered. “A little faster.”
I was so comfortable with him. There was no way I would ever find someone that fit me so well that treated me like I was the only girl in the world. Lachlan growled, pushing into me harder. Once he found a steady rhythm, he gripped both hips and ground harder.
The heat in my body erupted. This was so perfect. Lachlan bit his bottom lip, leaning in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you, Laney. Forever.”
I drown in his voice. “I love you, too.”
***
“Hello.” Heather’s voice pulls me out of my daze. “Was it Lachlan?”
I blink a few times to focus. “Yeah,” I whisper. “It was him.”
Chapter Twelve
Laney
“But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?” - Bastille
“I’m not sure I want to do this, Heather.”
Heather scoffs, painting more lipstick on my already caked lips. “You’re way too pretty to not go out. You’re depriving the male specimen of this,” she says, gesturing toward my tightly clad body.
Rolling my eyes, I pull my hair into a long side-braid. “Whatever, Heather. Drinks do kind of sound nice. We haven’t been out in a while.”
She nods. “Yep,” she says, popping her lips in the mirror. “I look good, too. I’ve been dying to wear these heels.” Her leopard-print pumps were a little too outrageous for me, but look hella cute on her.
“Bethany texted me and said she is going to meet us there. She is running late. So, let’s go get us a seat before they’re all taken.”
I snort and grab my wallet. “I’m sure that won’t happen. It’s a Wednesday.”
Heather dabs some perfume between her breasts and on her wrists. “Obviously, you aren’t used to going out during the week. It’s Hump Day and drinks are half off. The Loft is going to be packed.”