The Season: Rush (Austin Arrows #1)

by Nicole Edwards

  Kingston: I’m about to open your bedroom door. You better be fingering yourself.

  My breath hitches as I read the words.

  I don’t answer, but I’m smiling when my bedroom door opens. Granted, my smile disappears the instant his eyes rake over me. The way he looks at me warms me to my very soul. His gaze meets mine first, then slowly trails down my body, pausing where my hand is working beneath the red lace of my panties.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles, turning to lock the bedroom door.

  Heat churns through me, making my thighs squeeze together. I work my index finger over my clit, moving in slow circles. I’m worked up simply from his text messages, so I’m trying to hold back. I feel a little vulnerable as I lie here while he’s completely dressed and observing my masturbation session. It’s unnerving and fiercely sexy at the same time.

  A rustle of noise has me glancing down, noticing the plastic sack in his hand for the first time.

  “What is that?”

  His smile is wicked. “I brought toys.”

  Oh, damn. “What kind of toys?” There’s a slight tremor in my voice, and my nipples have betrayed me.

  Kingston’s eyes drop to my nipples and I watch as he swallows hard. He doesn’t answer my question, but he does toe off his boots before crawling on the bed beside me. I go for the bag but he pulls it out of my reach.

  “Keep fingering your pussy, Ellie. I want to watch.” The sense of wonder in his voice makes my inner muscles clench.

  The plastic rustles and I watch patiently as he pulls something out. It’s a blindfold, and I don’t have to ask how this night is going to go.

  “I think you read my mind,” I tell him, staring up into his dark eyes.

  “How so?”

  I swallow hard. “I don’t want to think tonight.”

  His smile is devious. “Little girl, I can definitely help with that.”

  When his mouth meets mine, I reach for him, pulling him down until his shirt is brushing my chest, the soft cotton tormenting my painfully erect nipples. My tongue slides against his as he works the blindfold over my head. I don’t bother to stop him. I don’t want to stop him. The idea of him having his wicked way with me turns me on like nothing else.

  The kiss lingers but ends far too soon for my liking. It’s almost as though Kingston is holding back. I could be imagining that, though.

  “You trust me, Ellie?” he whispers, his breath fanning my lips.

  “I do,” I assure him.

  “Good.”

  He reaches for one of my wrists, lifting it above my head. “I’m not going to restrain you, but I want you to keep your hands right here.”

  He places my fingers on the wooden spool in my headboard. There are two of them, so I reach for the other with my free hand and gladly hold on to them.

  “If you move your hands, I’ll stop.”

  “Is that a threat?” I tease.

  “It works twofold. If you want me to stop, take your hands down. If you let go, I’ll take that to mean you don’t want any more.”

  I can’t imagine not wanting more. I don’t care what he has in mind. I’ve been thinking about him all day. Even when I was talking to James, I thought about Kingston. I wished I could’ve invited him to go with me to the mall. I wish I could’ve had him there by my side. I probably would have, if I didn’t think it would’ve been weird. And it would’ve been weird.

  Kingston has always been my friend. We’ve had some interesting conversations in the past, but nothing that bordered on emotional. Even during the time we’ve been having sex, we’ve kept it relatively safe. I think that’s what Kingston is hoping for. He doesn’t want to get too close to me, and I can understand that. This is only pretend. Even if the sex is very real and my heart pounds when I think about him, it is still pretend. I’m only allowed to expect orgasms, not love.

  I simply have to remember that.

  The plastic bag rustles again, and I hear him laying things out on the mattress beside me. I wish I could see what he has, but in the same sense, I don’t. I want to be at this man’s mercy tonight.

  A groan escapes me when his fingertip glides over my nipple. He follows the sensual touch with an erotic pinch that makes my clit pulse with need. He continues to apply pressure until I gasp. A sudden shocking warmth envelops my breast, and I realize he’s using his mouth.

  “Oh, God,” I whisper, the words nothing more than a barely audible plea for more.

  I lay there, reminding myself not to let go of the headboard while he works his hands and his mouth over my upper body. I want to beg him to go lower, to put that exquisite tongue to good use, but I refrain. I don’t want to do anything to make him stop. Based on the blindfold and him not allowing me to use my hands, it seems to me that Kingston wants to be in charge.

  Little does he know, I want him to be in charge, too.

  More than I want anything else.

  Kingston

  When I came up with the idea of blindfolding Ellie, I thought it was a good one. As I continue to tease her with my tongue, I’m not sure that’s the case anymore. I want to see her eyes. I want to witness the way she watches me when I pleasure her. But I did this for that very reason. I need something to sever the connection I have with Ellie. Something to temporarily provide me with a little relief.

  Sex is fantastic. Sex with Ellie is better than fantastic. I want to give her pleasure in ways she could never imagine, but again, that connection I have with her makes it so much better. And though she’s blindfolded and she isn’t using her hands, I can still feel it. I’m trying to put some emotional space between us, but I don’t think it’s working. Not for me, anyway.

  I draw her nipple into my mouth, working the hardened point with my teeth while she moans softly, her back bowing off the bed, urging me to give her more. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. In fact, I yank my shirt over my head so I can feel her skin against mine.

  It’s a wonder I haven’t come already. Just walking into the room to find her nearly naked and waiting for me… My dick sprung a leak as soon as my brain registered what my eyes were witnessing. The woman is so goddamn sexy.

  Ellie’s thighs part, and I recognize the inaudible request for me to go lower, so I do. I taste her skin, inhaling the scent of strawberries as I go lower, navigating her body like it’s a topographic map. My tongue glides over the gentle swell of her breast, onto her ribs, then down into the valley of her belly, dipping into her navel as I head down, down, down.

  With one finger, I slide her panties to the side, revealing her smooth, hairless mound to my hungry gaze.

  “Kingston…” Ellie’s body jerks when I blow a puff of air against her lower lips.

  “Spread your legs wider. Knees out.”

  Ellie moans softly, doing as I instruct.

  “Damn, that’s pretty.” I lean forward and glide my tongue over her soft skin, sliding over her outer lips, not wanting to give her more than she can handle. I take my time, sucking her into my mouth, then alternating to the opposite side. I love watching the way she glistens as I work her body with my mouth and fingers. Only when she’s breathing hard do I trail my tongue through her slit, lightly grazing her clit.

  “More…”

  I peer up to see her knuckles are white because she’s holding on to the headboard like it’s a lifeline. I work her with my tongue some more while I open the vibrator I brought with me. We haven’t used toys up to this point, so I was relieved to see the anticipation in Ellie’s green eyes. She wants this as much as I do.

  Actually, I need this. I don’t merely want it. I need a distraction. Every time I look at this woman, I think of all the things I could lose. Never have I felt this way for anyone. Ever. And in the blink of an eye, it could all be gone.

  I won’t survive.

  So, why am I doing this to myself? Because I’m selfish. Selfish and unable to let go. This woman fucking owns me. She owns every single fucking part of me. What she chooses to do with it is up to her.

/>   “Kingston…”

  I can’t resist kissing her again, so I crawl up over her lithe body and meld my mouth to hers. That’s one of my favorite things to do to her. I get to breathe her in and taste her at the same time. I get to listen to her breathy cries for more as our mouths part momentarily.

  “God, Ellie,” I breathe against her mouth. “I can’t get enough.” I’ll never get enough.

  After I muster up a tremendous amount of willpower, I pull away and grab the vibrator I placed on the bed earlier.

  “Turn over. On your stomach.”

  Ellie releases one hand and flips over without question. The fact that she trusts me that much adds fuel to the lust already blazing a trail through my veins. I yank her panties down to her thighs, my hands instantly gliding over the soft skin of her ass. I love her ass. I want to worship her ass.

  Knowing I won’t be able to resist taking her like this, I quickly disrobe and grab the lubricant from the plastic sack before tossing it on the floor.

  “On your knees, baby.”

  Ellie pulls her knees up under her, her head on the pillow, chest against the mattress. She’s open and ready for me, her pink folds glistening in the golden glow from the lamp.

  “You ready, Ellie?”

  “God, yes.”

  Pulling her panties the rest of the way down her legs, I slide them off her, then force her knees apart by nudging them with mine. I position myself between her legs, staring down at the beautiful sight. Her perfect ass is open for me, begging for my attention. After adding a generous amount of lube to the slim vibrator, I drizzle some over her asshole.

  “Oh, God,” Ellie moans. “Kingston…”

  “Remember,” I say, “if you want me to stop, let go of the headboard.”

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  Stroking my dick with one hand, I tease her asshole with the tip of the vibrator. I gently work it in slowly, not pushing in far, but enough to have Ellie begging for more. By the time I’ve inserted the thing a few inches, I’m drenched in sweat, trying my fucking best to hold back. Fucking her ass with the toy is… Fuck. I’m hanging by a thread. It’s so fucking hot.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Hot.

  Ellie moans loud and low when I turn on the vibration.

  “Kingston… Oh, God… Please…” Her head thrashes as she pushes back against the intrusion. “More. I need more.”

  Within seconds, my dick is buried to the hilt in her pussy and she’s screaming my name. Her strangled cries echoing in the room cause my dick to pulse, and I have to remind myself we’re not done yet. I watch her hands, making sure she hasn’t let go. I don’t want to hurt her. Quite the opposite actually. I want to give her the type of pleasure she never imagined. I want to give her the kind she’ll never experience with another man. I want her to never want anyone but me.

  I continue to fuck her, alternating long, deep strokes in her cunt and quick, shallow thrusts in her ass.

  “Do you like that?”

  “Yes… Hell yes.”

  She begins thrusting back against me, taking me deeper.

  “That’s it, Ellie. Take what you need.”

  I hold my hips still, allowing her to impale herself on my dick. The sensation is fucking exquisite. Her wet pussy squeezing me, sending electrical sparks straight to my balls.

  I turn up the vibration on the toy and hold it in place while I fuck her hard, pumping my hips, slamming against her ass as she drives back against me.

  “Kingston… I’m… Oh, fuck!”

  I had wanted to drag this out all damn night, but the instant her pussy clamps down on me, I’m unable to hold back. I slam my hips forward one last time and come deep inside her. It’s only then that I realize I’m silently praying that God doesn’t take this woman from me.

  I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

  I’m not sure I’ll want to.

  46

  Ellie

  Wednesday, December 21st

  “Captain Douchebag,” Noelle states, lifting her wineglass. “That’s such a good name. It’s actually disappointing that I don’t get to use it for him.”

  After spending the last few days in an emotional fog, I finally felt up to sharing the details of what happened with James with Noelle. I haven’t talked to Kingston about it yet, but only because he seems to be pulling away from me. I know this must be hard for him, but I’m not sure how to make it easier. For any of us.

  When Spencer and Kingston stopped by and picked Bianca and Gabby up to go ice skating, I knew my brother was giving me a chance to talk to Noelle about what’s going on. When I chose to tell him, he didn’t delve too deep into the subject, so I didn’t offer. I think he might feel guilty about the way he originally treated me. Which is fine because he should. I get that something’s going on with him, but he has no right to take it out on me.

  It’s as though he and Kingston want to remain completely oblivious on the matter. I don’t like it, but I know everyone is processing this in their own way. So, I’m taking advantage of the fact Noelle will give me her unbiased opinion, regardless of what she thinks I might want to hear. That’s what best friends do. They’re brutally honest.

  “He’s not a douchebag,” I inform my best friend. “James is actually really nice.”

  “You sound surprised by that.”

  I take a sip of my wine, giving that some thought. I don’t know why I had preconceived ideas of what James would be like. Maybe it’s from more than a decade of thinking about this scenario. I never would’ve predicted that the conversation would’ve gone quite so smoothly. Telling a man you knew for all of five, six hours tops, that you gave birth to his child and you would like to introduce the two of them… It could definitely get ugly, and I guess that’s what I expected. Pure fear.

  I think all mothers might think this way. When you have children, there comes a point in your life when you know that the world would cease to exist without them in it. Whether it’s the second you put your arms around them when they’re born, or when they say their first word, take their first step, give their first kiss, a mother feels everything inside her. Whatever it is, a mother knows her life would never be the same if someone or something took that from her. That’s what love is. A mother can learn to deal with the pain of losing a spouse, having to start life over after a divorce or, God forbid, a tragic accident. But when it comes to her children… There is this love that is irrational, bringing with it a sense of fear even when it’s not warranted. Just looking at them… Every time I look at Bianca, I feel it. My heart swells to overflowing, and that something I can’t explain is there. Something tethers your children’s hearts to yours from the very beginning, and nothing will ever break that bond.

  That’s how I feel about Bianca.

  “I am surprised,” I tell Noelle. “I remember this extremely sexy alpha male. Maybe he was, or maybe that’s what I wanted him to be. I don’t know. But this guy… He is nothing like the man I remember.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  I shake my head. “Not at all. He’s being very mature about this. Which is good. I think the only way we can make this work is to be adults about it.”

  Noelle giggles. “I can’t believe he was nineteen when you took advantage of him.”

  I choke on a laugh. “I don’t think there were any advantages being taken. We were both more than willing.”

  “Have you told Bianca?”

  I shake my head. “I will. Eventually. I don’t know when, though. I’m meeting with James again tomorrow for lunch. I want to talk about a few things. Like the paternity test.” I smile. “He didn’t have a problem when I suggested it. I looked up what it entailed. Did you know they have them online now? Supposedly it’s a simple process and won’t take long to get the results back. Faster if I’m willing to pay to have them expedited. I want James’s take on it. See if he’s good with that.”

  “I’m sure he’ll be fine. He sounds extremely a
ccommodating so far.”

  I detect a hint of sarcasm in Noelle’s tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing.” She waves me off. “I just think he’s taking this pretty well for a guy who was told he has a twelve-year-old kid.”

  I couldn’t argue with her. He does seem to be taking it well. It’s another reason I want to talk to him. I need to make sure he doesn’t have some ulterior motive. I’d like to believe I would’ve sensed if he did, but right now, I’m a jumble of emotions and nerves, so I doubt it.

  “What does Kingston think about all this?”

  I shrug. “He hasn’t asked and I haven’t told him. I’m sure this is hard on him. He’s like my brother in that regard. I think he holds something against James for what happened when I went to Vegas, although it’s not his fault. He had no way of knowing…” I glance at the table. “I have no way of knowing how he feels because it’s like he refuses to talk to me about it.”

  “Like Spencer’s doing?” Noelle asks.

  “Yes. Just like that. I’ve mentioned James a few times, but he seems to shrug it off like it doesn’t matter to him. I don’t know how this will play out. Or even how I’m going to tell Bianca.” I sigh. “I wish I could predict the future to see how this turns out.”

  Noelle giggles. “You and me both, sister. But if you do get blessed with that ability, could you please tell me how my love life is gonna turn out? I’d be rather interested.”

  “Why?” I tease. “You could always date my brother.”

  “Oh, please.” Noelle waves me off again, but I see something in her eyes. Was that hope?

  “Just remember, when you tell Bianca … if it doesn’t go the way she wants it to, she always has you. And she has Kingston.”

  That gets my attention. As though talking about it might somehow make it fall apart, Noelle and I haven’t talked about Kingston or our “relationship.” I know she’s curious, but she’s my best friend. She gets me, and sometimes, I don’t want to talk about it.