Love on the Run

by Gemini Jensen

  “Stop teasing me,” she tilts her head back and moans, unable to remain still even for a second. I buck my hips in the air, catapulting her off of me, and flipping her onto her back. Seconds later I’m driving into her at full force, as she scrapes her nails from my shoulder blades all the way down to my ass cheeks and begins screaming my name louder than she’s ever been able to before.

  Soon after, my balls tighten, preparing to release in a climax equally as intense as the one she just had. I bite down on the first thing my mouth happens to contact, which happens to be her shoulder, fighting the urge to break skin as the surging sensation of euphoria grows more intense than ever before in my life.

  XoXo

  Valley

  An hour later, we’re still laying in the same spot, both of us tracing the skin up and down each other’s bodies. He’s thinking long and hard about something. I may not be able to read into his thoughts, but his darkened mood emanates off him as he contemplates whatever it is that’s currently eating away at him. I have my own thoughts as well, although, mine are less dark and much more confused and jumbled.

  I hop out of bed, my feet pattering across the wooden floor as I pull open the drawer housing the belongings I brought with me. Right on top is my crystal he bought me at the Fall Festival. I bring it with me everywhere, almost as if it holds healing abilities, superstitious in believing that it absorbs and refracts bad energy such as nightmares. After securing it in the window, I make my way back into the bed beside him, nestling against his side.

  “If I would’ve known you would end up liking it that much, I would have bought you three. One for home, one for travel, and one for our house,” he teases, and I playfully smack at his arm.

  “Don’t make fun. It’s a ritualistic part of my bedtime routine, kind of like reading a book while I sip my Chamomile tea,” I confess. I can’t help it when my body tenses up, especially knowing the subject I’m about to broach.

  “I want to talk to you about something,” I begin, and he turns those caramel ochre eyes to meet mine, giving me his full attention. I clear my throat, as I gather my courage. “You sister is planning for you to drive us around, like out of town so that we can hit up bigger and better stores, in search of a prom dress for each of us,” I gulp, anxiety setting in. “Um…” I trail off.

  “Spit it out, V,” Gray orders, as his jaw ticks. I swear from the set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips, he’s reading my mind right now.

  “My point is, is that prom is coming up. Miles invited me, and I never did turn down his invitation. Honestly, I’ve been so caught up in me and you, and the whole sneaking around, that I haven’t really had the opportunity but that’s beside the point. You and I can’t go together, as much as I wish it were possible, it’s just not going to happen for obvious reasons,” I say, taking a deep breath. “I think I should go with Miles. Lyra already has a date, and I don’t want to be the odd one out. I’ve never been to a dance before, and it’s my last chance to.”

  He says nothing, but the teasing traces of his fingers over my side stops, as he stares at the ceiling. He’s going to say no, I can tell from his body stiff body-language and his acerbic expression. If our roles were reversed, I would say no. There’s not a chance in hell I’d be okay with him going to Prom with another girl, and guys are even more territorial in nature. Finally, resolve settles into his expression and he turns back to me, picking back up the tracing of his fingers across my skin. I shiver.

  “I want you to have a good time, and I need you to enjoy everything you do these next couple of months to the best of your abilities. Go with Miles to prom, but come home with Lyra afterwards. Come home to me,” he states, dipping his head for a brief kiss. When he pulls away, his eye lands on the crystal hanging in the window again.

  “Is that why you’re so antsy and unable to fall asleep? Usually, orgasms are supposed to be sleep-inducing. You were either freaking out about that talk, or you must be OCD about those bedtime rituals,” he remarks, rolling to the side to reach for something under the bed. When he rolls back over, it’s my current romance read in his hands. I have no idea when he got it, or how he did so without my realization. Opening up the page I have marked, he surprises me by beginning to read. The way his voice drawls out the Male lead’s lines, has me squeezing my legs together to find relief. Yeah, he turns me on that quick. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of him.

  He reads all of about three pages when it gets to a smutty scene, and I’m done for. I take the book from his hands, and tossing it to the side, we act out the words he just read.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Valley

  Today makes two weeks since the cabin, a weekend of fishing, sitting by the fire outside with a ceiling of stars above us, and jumping each other so many times we had to take a break for a few days because I was so sore. Even now, as Lyra and I are in a shared dressing room, trying on gown after gown, my cheeks start to heat just from thinking of all the naughty things we did. It’s even worse knowing that he’s sitting outside waiting on us.

  “What do you think?” Lyra asks, calling my attention back to the task at hand. I take in the floor length gown, it’s pink and black, and cut like a dress one of the Disney princesses would wear. Not at all Lyra material.

  “Way too frilly.” She huffs at my honest opinion. Sliding off the dress I currently have on, I hand it to her. “I think you should try this one.”

  She eyes it speculatively, but takes it from me. Slipping the red dress up over her hips, and then in place, I reach out to help her zip the back up. The center of the dress dips to the belly button, but it’s covered in matching red mesh so that no skin shows. It’s floor length, and hugs her curves from start to finish. Sexy yet tasteful. The hue of the dress is the perfect contrast with her dark hair and olive skin. She stares at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side so that she gets a back view as well.

  “You’re right. I look almost too damn good in this. Bless all the other girls hearts,” she tips her head back and giggles. I smile at the fact that she’s acknowledging her beauty for once, a feat that is nearly impossible to get her to do.

  “That’s the one,” I nod in agreement.

  “It is. I don’t need to try any other ones on, because I know none are going to top this. Now, missy, I’m going to focus all my efforts on finding you one,” she prattles on authoritatively.

  “Great,” I groan. Just what I need, to be her real-life doll. Sometimes I think her and my mother should team up and go shopping together. They’re much more attuned with this type of crap than I am.

  “I’m taking these back,” she collects the dresses hanging from the hook, “and getting a few others for you to try. Just remember, the way they look on the hanger is not a good example of how they’re going to look on a banging body like yours,” she squeezes out of the dressing room door, but Gray’s eyes find mine and he’s given just enough time to drink me in, up and down, before it shuts. Note to self: Place fucking Gray in a dressing room, at the top of my bucket list.

  A knock at the door interrupts all thoughts of dressing room fuckery. Damn, she’s too fast.

  “What’d you do? Grab an arm full of the rack with my size, Lyra?” I ask with displeasure.

  The door opens, and closes, but I stare at my phone, texting my mom to let her know how everything is going.

  Me: Everything is fine Mom. Send you a pic, when I actually find a contender.

  I place it back in my purse, and when I peer over to see what Lyra’s chosen this time, my eyes land on Gray instead. Electricity crackles through the air, as his eyes rake over my body, which is only covered with a pair of underwear since I didn’t think to wear a strapless bra. Leaning against the door, he reaches behind him and locks it, jiggling the handle to make sure it’s in place. A trill shoots down my body when I catch the wicked gleam in his eyes.

  “Not Lyra,” he states the obvious, before taking steps to close the distance between us, moving as l
ithely as a predator after its prey. He claims my mouth forcefully, demanding and greedy, then turns me around to face the display of angled mirrors, hooking his thumbs in the sides of my panties, and dragging them to only above the knees.

  “How long do you think we have?” I gasp, as one hand begins rubbing my clit to help get me lubricated, although, I don’t need it. I was more than ready as soon as I saw that he was the one in the dressing room with me, as soon as I saw then intent in his eyes. His other hand attempts to free his erection, and I reach behind, fumbling and eager to help him get it done faster. We’re both frantically aware that this could be interrupted at any second.

  “Minutes if that. This is going to have to be a quickie. Luckily, the sales lady took her to the back to look at what was in the stock room,” he answers, driving into me in one brutal and punishing thrust. He’s never taken me like this so quickly. Usually, he starts out slow and unhurriedly but the harshness of his actions right now, have me apprehensive as to how this is even going to be pleasurable. If this is what he needs, the callousness this time, the need to lay claim to my body (I’m guessing having to do with his issues of jealousy) then I’ll give him that escape. I’ll be what he needs. My eyelids slam closed as I mentally brace myself for a possible onslaught of roughness tinged in carnality.

  “Open them. Put one hand on the mirror, and touch yourself with the other,” he orders, taking away the pressure on my most erogenous zone.

  I don’t even hesitate to replace his hand, scared that if I don’t react quickly enough, I’ll lose all feelings of pleasure. I take my other hand and lean into the mirror, arching my back so that he can access me deeper, and magically just like that, he massages against my G-spot.

  “Open. Your. Eyes,” he grits out between each thrust. Reluctantly, I do so, and the sight of us doing something so erotic, so pornographic, causes me to intake a sharp breath of air. I find the right pattern of frenzied circles on my clit, and paired with the friction of his deep thrusts, and the wild and untamed look in Gray’s eyes as they connect with my own, I bite down on my own tongue as my body starts wracking with uncontrollable quakes and shudders. Gray grips me harder with one hand, while tangling the other in my hair and squeezing, pulling my neck back to whisper a long string of beautiful obscenities into my ear. His body grips me tighter as his pelvis slaps against me rapidly while he comes.

  When he pulls out, he reaches down and hands me my underwear with a smirk, helping me step into them when I stumble due to the bones of my legs transforming into Jell-O.

  Oh, the joys of post-orgasmic shock.

  I smooth my disheveled locks the best I can, which isn’t saying much, as he tucks himself back into his jeans and zips them up.

  Kissing me tenderly on the forehead, a stark contrast to the animalistic act we just participated in, he turns to head back out. Just as his hand reaches the knob, however, it starts jiggling unremittingly.

  “Sloane, open up!” Lyra’s raised voice comes from the other side. My eyes grow into perfect round circles, the size of half-dollars surely, as I meet Gray’s. There’s no way for him to exit besides out the door she’s at. Thinking quick, I throw on the only dress I haven’t tried on yet. The one I was saving as a last resort, and turn to Gray.

  “Fasten this. Now!” I keep my voice low with warning. He adheres to my demands.

  “Thank you, Gray. Let’s find out what your sister thinks,” I say, louder than is needed but I want to make sure she hears me. I flick open the lock, and open the door, just as Lyra pushes through. Her eyes narrow as she catches sight of her brother, and then cuts back and forth between us.

  “So, what do you think?” I ask her nonchalantly. “You took so long I got bored and tried on the one you’ve been wanting me to save for last. Had to ask your brother to clasp it together for me .”

  Gray takes this as his cue to leave the room, but the overwhelming thudding inside my chest is so violent right now, it’s probably visible beneath my skin. Not to mention, she’s probably picking up on the scent of arousal that’s likely still stagnant in the air, the hum of desire still bouncing around, hearing the lingering echoes of words uttered in the throes of passion. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but I swear my skin itches from the scrutiny in her eyes, as her gaze crawls over me.

  “It’s as damn perfect as I knew it would be,” she shrieks in excitement, and I instantly remind myself to breathe again. Anxiety dissipating, I turn to look at myself.

  The gunmetal dress slinks over my body, making me appear much more voluptuous than I am, the color creating the perfect contrast to my auburn tresses. The dress looks like molten metal has been poured over me, almost like body paint or something. It’s almost like I was sewn into in, like the final costume Sandy wears in “Grease.”

  One side has a slit that goes all the way to the top of my thigh, almost to my hip. I stick my leg out and point my toe as if I’m wearing high-heels. The neckline bunches up and dips in the middle, skimming just below my line of cleavage, and the thin straps that hold it in place around my neck crisscross to create a back that otherwise doesn’t exist. It’s all too much, too sexy, too grown-up in appearance, but I can’t look away. I’m mesmerized at the way it transforms me from a sweet and innocent girl of youth, to a sultry and captivating woman of the world.

  “Looks like we both found our dresses today,” I state for the record. Lyra grins, satisfied that she hit the nail on the head, right from the get-go.

  XoXo

  Gray

  Prom Night. Just thinking about it has me pacing up and down the front hallway, as the girls fuss over getting ready upstairs. For once, they didn’t ask me to drive them anywhere, didn’t ask for anything. Not my time, and not my opinions. They actually made a point of running inside when they pulled up, and I swear, they did so just to purposefully make sure no one else saw them. They left early this morning to tan, get manicures and pedicures, and then finally, to get their hair done. I’ve not laid eyes on either of them since, although, their excited chatter combined with the blaring of girly music upstairs is impossible to ignore.

  I have to admit, I’m about to flip the hell out. V is going with that bastard Miles, and my little sister has a date, too. I have to sit here and worry about how these two little assholes are going to take care of them, if they’re going to keep them safe, if they’re going to try to sleep with them. It wasn’t so long ago that I was doing these things myself, so I know how teenage boys think. They only have one thing on their minds prom night, and it sure as hell isn’t dancing, it’s how quickly they can entice their date into sleeping with them.

  For me, I didn’t stay at the prom past thirty minutes, but then again, my date was one of the easiest girls at school. I know my sis and my girl, they aren’t like that. Thank God.

  A sharp rapping at the door calls my attention.

  “Here these fuckers are, now,” I grumble to myself, making my way to the door. I open it to come face to face with Valley and Lyra’s dates, standing side by side, both looking nervous.

  “Can I help you?” I ask, not letting them off easy.

  “We’re here to pick up Sloane and Lyra. We brought a limo to drive us to prom,” Miles says confidently, motioning to the limo waiting in the driveway.

  “Clearly,” I remark, stepping aside so that they can make their way into the foyer to wait.

  “Sis!” I yell upstairs to alert her that the dates have arrived. I then turn my narrowed eyes to the set of dipshits standing before me. Time to turn up the heat.

  “You drinking tonight?” I look back and forth between them.

  “Of course not, Sir,” my sister’s date speaks up, and Miles chimes in his agreement. Stepping toe to toe with Miles, I lean in, staring into his shit-brown eyes.

  “You smoking any weed? Your eyes are all squinty like you’re stoned. You stoned?” I inquire like I’m an agent for the federal government, and he’s a known terrorist. I’m full of shit, he doesn’t look stoned. I just want to rattle
them, scare them into being on their best behavior.

  “N—no,” he stammers, looking away.

  “Better not be. You better treat Sloane like a lady, and you,” I articulate, cutting my eyes at the heathen getting ready to take my sister out, “same thing goes. You better watch yourself as well. No funny business. No trying to sleep with these girls. Treat them with respect, or I’ll hunt you down and beat the shit out of you so badly, you’ll be too embarrassed to venture back into society for a year.”

  Maybe that will make them think about that loser Jeremy getting the hell beat out of him. Apparently, that was a big deal in the high school for weeks.

  Feminine throat clearing from above calls my attention. I take a step back as my eyes trek upward, landing on the two forms making their way, one by one, down the staircase. My little sister descends the steps wearing a red dress, way too mature for her innocence.

  “You are not wearing that, Sis. Go change,” I order through my clinched teeth. She laughs in a disregarding manner, and then glares at me.

  “Yeah, right. It’s already been dress-code approved by our guidance counselor. You have no right to tell me what to do,” she addresses with an icy tone, as she makes her way over to her date.

  V is taking longer to make her way down the stairs, making me even more desperate to lay eyes on her since the first time this morning. When I do, it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time all over again, and in a different light. If my sister’s dress has somehow passed the prom guidelines, it had to have been the cut-off.

  There’s no way the one Valley has on is going to make it into the parameters. The fabric falls over her curves like liquid silver, slinking around her figure and perfectly outlining her silhouette. I’ve seen her naked before, but this dress leaves little to the imagination. It’s not trashy per se, it’s just that I know how guys think being one myself, and I’m practically reading the other two losers minds.