by J. Daniels
My brows lifted.
“Jesus. Is she for real?” Logan muttered at my back.
Going by the looks of her, I’d say yeah, she was for real right now. And I was officially confused as fuck.
“Shayla, what are you doin’?” I asked again, my voice growing rougher and louder, which pried her eyes off Logan and got me her full attention. “Why do you look ready to take out Logan’s sight with that shit?” I gestured at the can.
She shrugged. “I wanted to be prepared. You know, just in case.”
“Just in case, what?”
“Just in case I see you looking angry or upset again, like you did when I pulled up.”
I blinked.
She was ready to blind Logan for me?
As if hearing my thoughts, Shayla jerked her chin and announced, “It’s cool. I got your back.”
My mouth twitched. Goddamn, this girl.
“Oh, this is precious,” Logan commented with laughter in his voice.
Ignoring Logan, I stepped in front of Shayla, watching those big, doelike eyes dilate as she tipped her head up. “You saw us, saw me pissed off, and thought I needed protectin’?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And instead of calling out first or, fuck, I don’t know, walkin’ your ass over here and askin’ what was goin’ on, you grabbed your idea of a weapon and armed yourself?”
“Like that can is gonna take me out,” Logan muttered behind me. “I’m a big man, sweetheart.”
Shayla leaned to peer around me. “Is that a challenge?” she asked.
I grabbed her shoulders and righted her while Logan kept laughing, thoroughly enjoying this exchange. “Babe, what the fuck?” I looked into Shayla’s eyes. “You automatically go into attack mode for me? Why?”
“I don’t know any other way to be. Not about you. I can’t help it.”
My chest expanded with a breath.
Fuck me.
Always doing shit like this, shit I didn’t deserve. Caring for me. Looking out. Willing to go up against anyone if it meant having my back.
I bent down to get closer to her, rasping, “Why?”
“I can’t help it,” she repeated on a whisper. “I can’t, Sean. I’ll protect you first, ask questions later. Always. I’ll take on anyone. I don’t care.”
“Fuck,” I growled, cupping her face and getting even closer, needing closer. “Shayla…”
She started breathing sharp and hurried. “Sean…”
“Jesus. Let me leave before you do that shit,” Logan grated.
I pulled back and looked at him.
He gazed at Shayla, eyes slightly amused, then he looked at me. “Two weeks, Sean. That’s all the time I can give you. I’m sorry,” he said.
Knowing I couldn’t say shit to change his mind, and I was stuck to eat this, I jerked my chin. “Yeah, all right.”
“I’ll talk to you soon.” Logan glanced at Shayla once more, shook his head while laughing low, then walked to his truck parked behind her.
“Two weeks for what?” Shayla asked me as the truck started up.
Logan held his hand out the window and pulled off, disappearing down the street.
“Sean?”
I peered down at Shayla, staring into her eyes as my thumb moved over her cheek.
She went perfectly still. She even quit breathing.
I knew I wasn’t good enough to touch her like this. I wasn’t good enough to be this close to her either. And I sure as fuck wasn’t good enough for the taste I was wanting more than I wanted a lot things.
I watched as she wet her lips, knowing I wasn’t good enough to be watching her do that either, but I didn’t care. That was the problem.
Right now, I just did not fucking care.
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
Sliding my hand to the back of her head, I slammed my mouth down on hers.
And finally, finally, I got that taste.
Chapter Fifteen
Shayla
Oh, God.
Oh, holy God, he was kissing me.
Sean was kissing me.
Sean Molina, the man I was completely insane for and wanted more than I could remember wanting anything in all my twenty-three years of life, had his tongue inside my mouth.
I was going to lose my ever-loving mind.
Scratch that. Nope. I lost it.
I lost it right then and there.
That was the only explanation for the way I was reacting to this kiss.
“Yes,” I moaned while simultaneously climbing up his body and tearing at what we were both wearing. My one hand shoved up his shirt, touching his stomach, his chest, and my other hand worked at the button on my jeans while I hitched my legs around him.
I was crazy. I was trying to strip us right there in the middle of his yard so we could get skin to skin in front of his entire neighborhood.
And I didn’t care one bit who saw us or if we both got arrested for indecent exposure.
With his hands full of my ass, Sean backed us up while kissing me with such hunger, I would’ve thought he’d never kissed a woman before if I didn’t know any better.
He was sloppy and rushed and sucked so hard on my lips, it hurt.
It was the best, the best, kiss of my life and would forever hold that title. I just knew it.
“Fuck!” His one hand braced us on the side of the house when he nearly stumbled up the porch steps.
I didn’t care if we fell. I kept kissing him everywhere.
His mouth. His cheeks. His neck. Kept gasping. Kept moaning. Kept touching him. Gripping and clawing at his muscles. I moved my hands over his back and dipped them beneath the shirt of his I couldn’t get off. I grasped at his body like I was starved for it, because I was.
“Hurry,” I begged. “Oh, God, please hurry. I need you to touch me.”
“Keep sayin’ that,” he muttered.
“Touch me. I need it. I want this so bad, Sean.”
So bad—he had no idea.
Sean got us up onto the porch and kicked the door open. We barely made it inside before he was on his back and I was on top of him.
That was when we went from crazy to fucking nuts.
“Shit!” I reached over to push the door closed so no one could watch Sean suck my breast into his mouth. “Oh, fuck…fuck!” Holy Lord, that sensation. His mouth. My body. I was going to explode. “Sean! Sean, Sean, Sean.” I weaved my fingers through his hair and held him to me as he lapped my other breast and tongued my nipple.
My shirt wasn’t even over my head yet. It was stuck around my neck. And my bra was still latched but shoved down to my waist.
“A year,” he mumbled into my skin. “A fuckin’ year, I wanted this.” He kissed up to my neck and licked there.
Oh, God. The girls had been right. They were right!
I shoved my hands between us and fumbled with his belt, getting it loose, then I tried unbuttoning his jeans while Sean grabbed at the pair I was wearing. He attempted getting them over my hips but couldn’t with the way I was kneeling.
“Wait. You do you, I’ll do me,” I told him, flopping back so my ass landed between his legs.
I pulled off my sneakers and ripped off my shirt and bra, then, leaning back, I wiggled out of my pants and panties and tossed them aside as Sean peeled off his shirt, tugged off his boots, and got one leg out of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything under them.
I barely got a glance at his cock before we were both lunging at each other, kissing, moaning, grasping at every part of the other person we could touch.
This was madness. This was sex without thought, without pause, without question. Letting desire drive and leaving reason and all sense behind. Fuck stopping to think. Fuck wondering, Should we? Could we? What if we did? We were just feeling. Feeling and letting it all happen.
It was the most beautiful, chaotic thing I’d ever experienced.
I pulled off his jeans so they weren’t stuck around his ankle, then I crawle
d closer. His hands moved under my thighs and my arms around his back, flew to his shoulders and braced when he slid, hard and heavy between my legs.
Sean’s hands shook on my body.
His gaze was wild, beautiful, and terrified.
“Take me,” I whispered, staring deep into his eyes and speaking inside his mouth. “Please, Sean, take me.”
He fingers tensed. His body grew taut and still.
“Please,” I begged.
I sank down as he pumped up his hips, filling me in one hard thrust.
“Ah!” Neck arching, I cried out.
A strangled groan tore out of Sean’s throat. His breath came out in hot pants on my neck, and his fingers on my skin dug in, then his hands slid to my hips as he stretched out beneath me.
Head lifting, he stared between us.
My body was ready—I was so wet, I could feel it sticking to my thighs—but the fact that I’d gone nearly two years without sex wasn’t lost on me in that moment. Sean was so full inside me, and it could’ve, might’ve hurt if I didn’t want this as much as I did. If I didn’t want to move as much I wanted to move. If I hadn’t thought about this moment, obsessed over it, wanting wanting wanting it to happen so badly and never thinking it would.
I didn’t feel pain. I felt him—his fingers digging into my hips and his legs beneath my own, the sweat on his skin as I stroked my hands up his body. His heartbeat under my palm.
I felt him, and I wanted more.
When I shifted my hips forward, he groaned, and God, that sound, so deep and tortured, it broke out bumps of pleasure along my skin.
Throwing my head back, I moved on top of Sean while he held me and watched me and said words like “fuck” and “please” and “Shayla, God, Shayla.” I sped up when he grabbed my breast. I slowed down when his noises grew indecent, because I didn’t want this to end, ever. I wanted this man inside me and touching me and begging me to fuck him until I stopped breathing.
“Yes, yes,” I cried.
Sean shot up, slid his hand through my hair, and kissed me hard, drawing my tongue inside his mouth. He sucked on my lip. He bit it. He groaned against my cheek and then his voice was in my ear.
“A fuckin’ year,” he growled. “Wanted you. Needed you.”
Oh, God.
I whimpered, head hitting his shoulder, and held onto his neck. I felt his grip on my hip move and tighten.
He took over.
Sean grinded me down. Harder than I’d been doing. Faster than I could go on my own. He built it in me until I gasped and dug my fingers into his skin, and then he flipped me so my back was on the cold wood.
He crawled between my legs, slid his hands against my own, interlocking our fingers above me, and holy shit, we were holding hands for the first time and it was everything I dreamed it would be. Then he pushed inside again, driving deep.
“Sean!” I cried out, my body squeezing around him. I shuddered in pleasure. “Oh, God, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Sean released my hands to lean back and watch me come, his hair falling out of the tie at the base of his skull, his lips parted, his eyes moving all over my face. He stared at me in wonder. He stared at me how I knew I stared at him, not just now but all the time. Then he buried his face in my neck and fucked me against the floor, pumping faster, harder. He grunted into my skin and kept his hand beneath my head so he wouldn’t hurt me. He fucked like a man who’d been waiting his entire life to do it. It was frenzied and nearly violent. Then he sat back, grabbed my hips, and yanked me toward him so he sank deep.
Thrusting in quick jerks, Sean stared at my body, staying quiet except for those sexy, impatient noises he’d make while looking between my clit and my breasts. He grew close—the muscles in his arms and abs flexing. His breaths became ragged.
“Sean.”
He watched my mouth when I told him, “Come inside me.”
His eyes flashed.
I bit my lip and moaned, reaching out so I could touch him. I held his hands on my body. I never wanted them to move.
He jerked wildly now, his fingers digging into my hips and his nostrils flaring as his orgasm took hold.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Ah, fuck fuck! Shayla…Shayla.”
I watched him bare his teeth and the cords in his neck bulge as he finished deep inside me. His body sagged, then he shifted back to pull out his dick. He pushed his hair out of his face and looked down between us. He was panting.
I pushed up to my elbows and stared, getting a good look at Sean for the first time.
His cock was long, thick, wet from us both, and uncut. I watched him with fascination. I knew nothing about uncircumcised penises, but I suddenly wanted to become an expert on the subject. The urge to touch him there and explore him was overwhelming. He was sexy as fuck.
But first…
I sat up and shifted to my knees in front of Sean, taking his face in my hands and forcing him to look at me.
“Talk to me,” I said, feeling the severity of this moment at the same time as reality hit hard.
Sean and I just had sex.
Without a condom.
And he came inside me.
Which I totally told him to do.
Sean caught his breath, stared deep into my eyes, and shook his head, sharp and quick. Then just as my heart began to sink and worry filled me, he slid his arms between us, held my face, and kissed me.
Slow.
Soft.
Sweet.
Oh, God. This kiss might’ve trumped the one outside.
Or at least tied it. His lips owned me.
I made little noises of pleasure against his mouth. I held on to his forearms for dear life. I feared I would float away.
Sean kissed me like that for minutes. It was beautiful and everything I’d been hoping for since I started dreaming about kissing him. Then he kissed my cheeks and my forehead. He pressed his lips all over my face, to my closed eyes and the tip of my nose.
I smiled against the tickle of his beard and giggled when he rubbed it into my face.
Then he pulled me against his chest and kissed my hair.
“Sean?” I whispered.
I had so much to say. So much we probably needed to talk about. I also wanted to remain silent and still and simply listen to Sean breathe.
“Think your car’s still runnin’,” he mumbled.
My eyes shot wide. Okay, plan C then.
Cursing, I got to my feet and started grabbing up my clothes, telling him while I hastily dressed, “Oh, my God. And the door’s still open. Shit! That’s basically an invite.”
Sean chuckled, and because he only had jeans to pull on for him to be decent, he stepped out to take care of my car before I even had my shirt on.
Once covered, I walked out and stood on the porch, watching him.
After fetching the can of hair spray I’d dropped and forgotten, Sean pulled my car into the driveway instead of leaving it in the street, then he locked it up and walked across the grass barefoot. When he reached the porch steps, I was laughing.
“Oops,” I mumbled behind my fingers.
Oh, well. This neighborhood was safe enough.
Smiling, Sean handed me the keys and climbed the steps. Then he put his hand on my hip and backed me inside the house, closing the door behind us without looking. He stopped us just inside the living room and stared at me.
And since he wasn’t smiling anymore, I wasn’t either.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I finished in you,” he said.
Oh, right. That.
“You did.” I placed my hands flat on his chest. “I told you to.”
“Why?”
My fingertips pressed in.
Because I’ve wanted this for so long.
Because you’re amazing and this, us together, is amazing, and because I knew that would be amazing too.
Because I’m in love with you and have been since last summer.
I had options, all ready to leave my ton
gue. It was simple: I just needed to pick one.
“Because you deserved it,” I said.
Sean’s brow rose.
My God, how stupid did I sound right now? Like Sean had won a prize or something?
Great job on all the fucking, now finish inside me because you’ve sure earned this pussy!
Ugh!
“Um.” I shifted on my feet as nerves prickled low in my belly and the urge to run and hide grew overwhelming. Explain yourself, Shay! “You know, aside from there not being any risk of getting me pregnant since I’m on the pill, I just meant, like, you deserved it based on how good you are…as a person. Not at sex. But, well, that too. You were awesome at that. So, so great. Amazing. All the stars.”
Sean’s mouth twitched.
I could feel heat rising in my cheeks. I wanted to dig myself a hole right there beneath his house and never climb out of it.
“I just mean, you’re good enough for sex.”
Sean cocked his head.
No. God, fix it!
“All sex. Sex in its completion.”
His brow furrowed.
I began speaking at a much faster pace.
“You’re good enough for someone who doesn’t need to be paid. Someone you can share sex with and have it be meaningful, you know? Special sex. You’re good enough for special sex, Sean!”
He stared at me.
Sweet Jesus, I sounded like an idiot.
Dropping my head to his chest, I groaned. “Am I making sense at all? I feel like I should just stop talking.”
His body shook against mine with a chuckle, then, feeling his hands in my hair, I glanced up.
His lips were curling ever so slightly.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” I questioned hesitantly.
His eyes got soft and a little sad. “I’m good enough for you,” he said, voice quiet.
“Yes.” I pressed closer. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. That’s what I’ve been saying all along.” He tried looking down and away, but I wouldn’t let him. I held his face. “You deserve love and kindness because you put out those things, Sean. You deserve to feel wanted. I want you. I want you so much. Let yourself feel that.”
He sucked in a breath.
“Okay?” I asked.
He stared at me for a moment, then letting his eyes slip closed, he pressed his forehead against mine, breathing slowly and evenly, and I nearly asked again—I was ready to repeat my entire speech—but Sean’s head gave a slight jerk against mine.