Unscripted Love (Road to Blissville, #1)

by Aimee Nicole Walker

  “It will look as good as new when you come back tomorrow, Doc,” Andy said as he walked back inside with a bucket of nails.

  “Thank you,” I said to both Alyssa and Andy without taking my eyes off Chaz. Hell, I don’t think I even blinked for fear that I imagined his appearance in my parking lot. It was the first time Chaz sought me out, and I liked it a lot. “Why don’t you follow me home so we can do this without an audience.” I didn’t need to turn around to see if my staff was watching us because I felt their attention on us.

  Chaz leaned over and peeked around me. “Yep, they’re watching us all right.” He smiled broadly and leaned closer to me and said, “Too bad it’s not raining, or we could act out the famous kiss in the rain from The Notebook.”

  I blinked at him for a few seconds as I registered two things: Chaz wanted to kiss me in the rain, and he didn’t care who was watching. I’d never been so tempted to try a rain dance in all my life. “Maybe next time,” I said.

  “Okay then,” Chaz replied with a small smile.

  My heart raced during the short trip to my house. Did I leave my underwear on the floor? Were there dishes all over the kitchen? When was the last time I scrubbed the toilet? Do I still have that extra toothbrush? I was a hot fucking mess by the time I parked in my driveway.

  “What’s wrong?” Chaz asked. My panic must’ve shown on my face.

  “You’re about to learn something about me that not many people know.”

  “You have a sex dungeon in your basement?” Chaz asked.

  “That’s the first thing that comes to your mind?”

  “I have an overactive imagination,” Chaz told me. “On the bright side, the reality is probably a lot less scary and offensive than what I just said.” His cheeks flamed red with embarrassed heat. I loved the way he said whatever came to his mind and the adorable blushes that usually followed. There was no pretense with Chaz. What you saw was what you got. He was a breath of fresh air, and I wanted to breathe him in deep.

  “I’m not offended, and there’s no need for embarrassment,” I told him as we stood looking at one another on my front porch. “Hell, I’m happy you think I’m exciting enough to have a sex dungeon.”

  “You’re plenty exciting without a sex dungeon,” Chaz told me.

  “Yeah?”

  “Definitely.”

  Sadie barked happily on the other side of the door once she heard my voice. I loved knowing that she and Otis were waiting for me to return home. “Sounds like someone missed me,” I told Chaz.

  “I think you’re right,” he replied thickly. I hoped that his tone of voice meant that he was talking about himself, not my dog.

  Sadie bounced around like she had springs for legs when I walked through the door but jerked to a stop when she saw Chaz. She looked as surprised as me that we had company.

  “Hey, Sadie,” Chaz said, dropping to his knees. “Remember me?”

  If my dick could talk, it would’ve started screaming, “I do! I do!” Chaz’s position didn’t help deter my dirty mind from remembering how it felt when my dick was in his mouth. I knew I needed to act fast before I made an ass of myself, so I picked up the bag of food that Chaz brought with him and took it to my kitchen. I looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time. There wasn’t anything special about the space, but it wasn’t dirty or anything. In fact, it looked like it had recently undergone a hard scrubbing. I suspected my mom did more than check on Otis when she stopped by over the weekend.

  I gathered plates, silverware, glasses, and the pitcher of sugar-free, low-calorie lemonade from my refrigerator. I had no idea what Chaz brought me to eat, but I was grateful for his thoughtfulness. I could add to my workout if I consumed more calories or fat than normal. It turned out that I didn’t need to be worried because Chaz brought me a large salad with grilled chicken, cherry tomatoes, sliced avocados, and boiled eggs.

  “Daniella said you like the avocado and lime dressing on the side,” Chaz said. He looked up at me and caught me staring at him. “Did I mess up?”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” Chaz said shyly and sat down at the table to eat his salad.

  “You didn’t have to eat rabbit food just because I do,” I said playfully.

  “I ate a huge lunch with Mere and Josh today, so a salad sounded perfect to me.” Chaz bit his lip like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure he should.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “Did you know that the U.S. Marshals Service thinks that Gabe’s life is in danger?” Chaz asked.

  “What?” I asked in disbelief. Of course, I knew about the problems Gabe had with his former partner before we moved to Blissville, but I thought that was all behind him. I was stunned when Chaz told me what he learned from Josh that morning. “Holy shit,” I said.

  “Yeah, of course, I made things worse when I started rambling about how Jimmy would kill Josh if he really wanted to punish Gabe,” Chaz said. I was certain my eyebrows had reached my hairline, but Chaz didn’t seem to notice my bug-eyed appearance. “I was actually plotting the book I’m writing out loud, which was just as rude as telling Josh a guy was going to gun him down before his wedding. Josh is baring his soul to me, and I shift my focus to what comes next for Jamie and Gideon.”

  “Book? Jamie and Gideon?”

  “Uh, um…”

  “Did you say that you’re writing a book?” I asked.

  Chaz blinked several times like he might be in shock. I thought I might have to shake or kiss him to snap him out of his trance. “Yes,” he said after a long pause.

  “Wow, that’s amazing,” I said when Chaz didn’t look too thrilled that he accidentally spilled his secret. “Would you like me to share a secret with you? It’s something that I haven’t told another living soul. It’s extremely nerdy.”

  Chaz sat up straighter in his seat, looking hopeful. “Did you say dirty?”

  I laughed when he wagged his eyebrows playfully. “Actually, I said nerdy, but now I’m thinking I need to invent something dirty.”

  “Actually, Doc, I think nerdy is pretty awesome. Let’s see what you got,” Chaz told me.

  “Follow me,” I said as I stood from my chair.

  I didn’t think about the fact that I just invited Chaz Hamilton to my bedroom. I only cared about showing him something that I never shared with anyone else. I opened my closet and pulled down a filing box where I kept my treasures.

  “I’m really going to be pissed if this is a collection of ears or fingers,” Chaz said, slowly backing away from the box I set on my rumpled covers.

  “You truly do have an active imagination,” I admonished playfully. “Nothing sinister about the contents in this box, but it might change the way you look at me.”

  Chaz snorted and said, “Doubt it.” I pulled off the lid and tossed it on the bed. I didn’t put on the gloves I kept inside the box because I wasn’t pulling my treasures out of their protective plastic sleeves. “Is that…”

  “The Uncanny X-Men comic book from nineteen sixty-three,” I told him.

  “Holy shit!” Chaz exclaimed. “Could you be any more fucking perfect?”

  “You don’t think it’s too nerdy?” I asked.

  Chaz looked at me then with an unreadable expression on his face. “You’re like every perfect book boyfriend rolled into one sexy package. You can’t be real.”

  I gently tucked my comic book back into its designated slot in my filing system and returned it to my closet. I planned to show Chaz just how real I was and didn’t want to get my realness over my rare comic books in the process.

  I recognized the look in Kyle’s eyes from the hotel room. He was about to pin me to the mattress and fuck me stupid, and I was going to encourage him no matter how wrong it was. I’d have an easier time severing my finger with a dull, rusty knife than resisting Kyle Vaughn’s charms.

  Instead of confessing my secret, I asked, “You d
on’t happen to own a pair of geeky glasses, do you?”

  Kyle’s smile widened as he gestured to a pair on his bedside table. “I use them for reading. You want me to put them on for you?” Kyle asked playfully.

  “Yes, I do.”

  Kyle’s rectangular, black frames emphasized the squareness of his jaw, giving him the appearance of a superhero. His mischievous smile made his chin and cheek dimples more prominent. I wanted him, and nothing was going to stop me from having him. I launched myself at him for a kiss when I couldn’t resist his sexy geekiness another second. Kyle’s mouth eagerly opened to my seeking tongue, and he lifted me to straddle him like I weighed nothing at all.

  Kyle sat on the edge of his bed with me on his lap, and I wasted no time grinding my eager body against his until I worried I would come too soon. There were too many things I still wanted to do to him, so I tore my lips away while I still could. I whipped Kyle’s polo shirt off so fast it knocked his glasses crooked. I placed both hands on his chest and pushed until he lay flat against the bed. Then I took my time learning the contours of his chest and enjoying the rasp of his crisp chest hair beneath my palm. Kyle Vaughn was a masculine feast that I wanted to gorge myself on until I couldn’t take another bite.

  I trailed my fingers through the line of hair that bisected his tight abs. I had no idea how much time it took to develop and maintain his physique, but I wanted to give his body the attention it deserved. I smiled when I felt Kyle’s muscles tremble beneath my touch and saw goose bumps popping up all over his gorgeous skin. The physical reaction I felt with his body and the emotional one I saw in his eyes were like a drug racing through my system, urging me to devour him. I didn’t listen though. Instead, I leaned forward and slid down so I could take the same journey with my mouth and tongue that my hands had experienced.

  I flicked my tongue over Kyle’s pebbled nipple before I sucked it hard into my mouth. The groans I elicited from his throat nearly shattered my conviction to sip instead of gulp. I licked a path down his abdomen until I reached his navel. I took my time licking and nipping the sensitive skin there while he pushed his erection against me looking for relief. Instead of unbuckling his belt and opening his pants, I scooted further down his body and teased his cock through the fabric, not caring if I got them wet.

  “Chaz,” Kyle growled while he fisted my hair and pushed his dick harder against my tongue. I glanced up his body and saw that his glasses were still skewed. I removed his specs and set them on the table so they wouldn’t get damaged. Kyle caught my hands when I reached for his belt, He whipped my T-shirt over my head and rolled me to my back.

  “My turn,” Kyle said. The wicked gleam in his eyes promised that he was going to draw out my torture slash pleasure.

  I loved having his hands and hot mouth all over my body, and I was just as eager and needy as he was by the time he reached the waistband of my jeans. Kyle tugging my belly button ring with his teeth was erotic as fuck. Every pull sent a zap straight to my balls and made my dick leak eagerly. I wasn’t even sure why I still wore the piercing until that moment when it increased my sexual excitement.

  “Fuck me,” I urged. I didn’t recognize my gravelly voice or the desperate urgency that raced through me. I had never been vocal and demanding during sex, but I could tell by Kyle’s ragged breathing and flared nostrils that he liked it. I decided to push him more. “I want you to bend me over this bed and fuck me like you mean it.”

  Kyle didn’t need additional prodding. We tore the rest of our clothes off as fast as we could, and I positioned myself on my knees in the center of his bed. I pressed my forehead against his mattress and presented my ass to him. I expected him to eagerly prep my ass, but instead, Kyle gripped both ass cheeks with his large hands and pressed his face between them.

  “Whoa!” I said when he licked a path from my taint to the top of my crack.

  Kyle pulled back and said, “Should I have asked first?”

  “No, it’s just I’ve never…”

  “Me either,” Kyle confessed. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.”

  “Okay then,” I told him. Kyle took his time stretching me open with his fingers and tongue until I was a trembling ball of eagerness begging him to fill me. “Do me already, Dr. Dimples!”

  Kyle chuckled over my exuberance as he rolled a condom down the length of his cock. “You’re so damn sexy all spread out for me like this,” he said, rubbing his hands along the back of my thighs. Then he pressed his dick against my entrance and pushed inside. The breath hissed from my body as he took his time penetrating me. I welcomed the sting and burn of his possession because it would only make the pleasure sweeter when Kyle started to move. He stopped so I could adjust to his size, and like the first time, he caressed my body to help me relax.

  The position I had chosen made it seem like Kyle’s dick was impossibly deep inside me, but it felt incredible. I pushed my ass against him enticingly when I couldn’t take the wait any longer. Kyle pulled back slowly and eased back inside a few times testing my readiness, and it drove me fucking wild. I fisted the duvet cover beneath me and growled low in my throat as he tormented me. “Stop toying around and fuck me hard.”

  Kyle’s restraint broke, and he snapped his hips forward, scooting me up the bed. “Like that, Chaz?” he asked. “Or do you want it even harder?” I loved the sound and feel of his balls slapping against mine with every hard thrust into me.

  The pleasure of his possession caused my eyes to roll back inside my head, but it wasn’t enough. “More.” I wanted to feel him for days after I left his bed. Every twinge and tingle would remind me of how I could drive a man like him to his knees with want and need.

  Kyle leaned over my back, fisted his hand in my hair, and turned my head so he could devour my mouth in a fierce kiss. No one had ever craved my touch and taste the way he did, and it went straight to my head and cock.

  Needy whimpers escaped my throat as I got closer to coming apart beneath him. I reached behind me and grabbed the back of Kyle’s thigh and held on while he drove us both to the finish line. He captured my shouts in his mouth when I shot all over his bed, and I did the same for him when he flooded the condom.

  I don’t know how long we stayed in that same position while our bodies came down from our high and our hearts and lungs returned to their normal speeds. Kyle finally pulled out and assisted me to a sitting position while he removed and discarded the condom.

  “Shower with me?” he asked.

  I missed the chance to run my hands all over his wet body at the hotel, and I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I followed him to the bathroom and feasted my eyes on his naked flesh while he started the shower.

  “It’s a little cramped in here,” Kyle said once we stood beneath the spray.

  “Cozy,” I countered. I had no issues with Kyle’s arms or legs bumping against mine every time he moved.

  “I think I’m ready to find a permanent home and set down some roots,” Kyle told me. I was too busy watching him rinse the shampoo out of his hair for his words to register immediately.

  “You weren’t planning to stay?”

  “No, I planned to stay, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted to live. I’ve always lived in town, and I think I would like the peacefulness and privacy of country living,” Kyle replied.

  “Do you mean a farm?”

  “No, I was thinking more of a few acres with a nice pond,” Kyle explained.

  “That sounds lovely,” I told Kyle. I imagined how nice it would be to walk around in my boxers and not worry about my mom, grandmother, or aunt barging in. I pictured myself looking through a window at a pond that shimmered beneath the sun. “It would be a serene place to write a book.”

  “Does that mean I could entice you to come over more often?” Kyle asked suggestively.

  I felt the flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck again as I realized that I practically invited myself to his house. At least I didn’t make it sound like I was moving in to
o. “Oh, I didn’t mean to suggest that I—” Kyle cut me off with a quick kiss.

  “I would want you to come over anytime you wanted,” he told me. “I would even volunteer anytime you wanted to test out anything sexual for your books.”

  “Anything?” I asked suggestively. Kyle nodded his head eagerly. “I’ll keep that in mind. Lucky for you I don’t write from a sadistic killer’s point of view.”

  Kyle bit his lip, but he looked curious instead of scared. I decided I’d explore that another night because it was already getting late. I took the washcloth he set out for me and washed my body while he watched.

  “I don’t want you to go home yet,” Kyle said. “We haven’t finished our dinner, and I like spending time with you.”

  “I like spending time with you too, but aren’t you tired after a long day?” I asked him.

  “I thought we could watch some reruns of Friends or play World of Warcraft for a little bit.” And just like that, I was yanked back to reality. There would be no cuddling in bed while watching reruns of our favorite shows once he found out what a jerk I’d been to him. I saw the moment he realized I wasn’t going to stay. His dashed hopefulness made me want to cry. “You probably need to get home and work on your book,” Kyle said, giving me a valid excuse to use.

  “Yeah,” I said sadly. “I want to get this book to my editor in a few weeks, and it will be hard to do with the few hours I manage each night.” Fuck! I made it sound like I regretted spending time with him and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. “I also realized that it’s good to take time for myself and recharge. You’ve been very good for me.”

  “I’m glad.” Kyle kissed me long and slow then said, “I’m at your service anytime you need me.”

  “You deserve better treatment than someone’s booty call,” I told him. He deserved a man as good as him.

  Kyle traced my jawline with the back of his hand before he slid his hand beneath my chin and tipped my head up so I could meet his gaze. “Let me be the judge of what I deserve, okay?”