Trust the Push

by Kaylee Ryan

  When the doors close, Blaine reaches out and laces his fingers through mine. Neither one of us says a word. When the doors open for the sixth floor, I lead us down the hall and to our room. “Ashley, she, uh, got us a two bedroom,” I say as we enter.

  “Remind me to thank her,” he says, pulling me into him.

  Carefully, not wanting to hurt him, I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his neck. We don’t speak. We just hold one another letting time pass us by. Finally, I pull away. “You should shower,” I tell him.

  “Yeah,” he agrees.

  “I’ll get a few things set up out here for when you’re done.”

  He leans in and presses his lips to my forehead. “Thanks, Bree.”

  Once he disappears into the bedroom, I set up the other one with my lotions, and a few massage tools I keep with me. He’s going to be sore all over, both from the massage and the accident. My hope is that I can make it a little less painful, helping his muscles relax.

  When he exits the bathroom, he’s wearing a towel around his waist and his hair is still damp. I run my eyes over every inch of exposed skin looking for injury.

  “Hey.” He slides his hand underneath my hair around my neck. “I’m okay, Bree. I have a bruise on my right arm. Other than that, I’m okay,” he says, reassuring me.

  I nod. “I have everything set up in the other bedroom.” I turn, causing him to drop his hand from my neck and head to the other bedroom. This is set up like a small apartment. I hate to think of what Ashley had to pay for it. Well, technically it’s Bishop Racing that’s paying so that defaults to Blaine. “Lie face down,” I tell him. I go to my supply of lotions I have set up on the dresser and choose the BioFreeze. It will heat and soothe the muscles as much as the massage will. My clients seem to like it best.

  Without a word, I begin to work his muscles. Starting at the middle of his back, I work my way to his waist, then back up to his shoulders. We’re both quiet except for a small moan or sigh when I touch a tender spot or relieve one. I spend extra time on his shoulders and arms before I move to his legs.

  “Turn over.” When he does, his eyes are closed and his hands are fisted at his sides. “You okay?”

  His eyes flutter open. “Do you know how hard this is for me? Literally?” My eyes immediately dart to his hard length. “Your soft hands…” He reaches out and laces his fingers through mine. “…it’s torture, Bree.”

  “You should relax.”

  “Touch me.”

  “Blaine.” My tone is a warning.

  “I’m fine. I know it’s scary, but I’m right here, and I want you. You are the only person who can make this better.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “We don’t know that. You were just in a horrible accident. Your car flipped through the air. Sex is the last thing you should be thinking about.”

  “I’m not thinking about sex, at least I wasn’t. I was thinking about you,” he says, his voice low. “Then these soft hands touched every inch of me, and now I’m thinking about sex. Sex with you.” He takes my hand and tries to place it over his length. “This is all you.”

  Pulling my hand back, I grab a towel. “Don’t move,” I warn him before going to the bathroom and washing my hands. The last thing he wants to deal with is having BioFreeze on his dick.

  “What are you doing in there?” he calls out just as I’m walking back into the bedroom.

  I hold up my hands. “Had to wash off the lotion. You don’t want that… there. Trust me.”

  “It would have been worth it to have your hands on me.” He reaches down and strokes himself, never taking his eyes off me.

  “Blaine,” I choke out. I fight against the onslaught of emotions the day has brought seeing him flying through the air like that. I have to remind myself that he’s here and he’s safe.

  “Aubree,” he counters, his voice husky with desire. “I’m okay,” he assures me. “I need you.”

  My feet carry me back to the bed, and I replace his hand with mine. He places his on the back of my thigh, gripping tighter with each stroke.

  “So much better when you do it.”

  Slowly, I stroke him root to tip over and over again. His grip on the back of my thigh grows stronger with each pass. I try not to squirm, but it’s a challenge when I’m this turned on. Watching what my touch does to him… I mean, I’m sure if any female were here, he would have the same reaction, but it’s not just anyone. It’s me.

  Removing my hand, I step back, causing him to drop his hand, and I kick off my shoes. Next, my KHP Bishop Racing polo falls to the floor, before I pop the button on my blue jean shorts and wiggle my hips, letting them fall as well. I’m standing before him in my dark-red lace bra and panties.

  “Keep going,” he instructs huskily.

  Reaching behind my back, I unfasten my bra and slowly slide the straps down each arm before letting it fall to the floor. My eyes are locked on his, and I can see when desire pools in their hazel depths.

  “Come here, Bree,” he rasps.

  As I step toward the bed, he reaches out and grabs ahold of the waist of my panties and tugs, causing them to rip. He lets go and they fall to the floor. I should yell at him, those were one of my favorite pair, but I can’t seem to find the fight in me. Not after today. Material things are not what’s important in life. Not to mention, that the act alone has my legs quivering with desire.

  Life.

  The people you love.

  That’s what’s most important.

  Blaine.

  He’s here and he’s safe, so he can rip all of my panties. I’ll buy more. It’s moments like these with him that I’ll cherish the most. Placing one knee on the bed, then the other, I straddle his lap. There is nothing between us, we’re skin to skin. He runs his calloused hands up and down my bare thighs, causing goose bumps to break out across my skin.

  “You cold?”

  “No. It’s just you,” I tell him honestly. I’m too raw after today to hide my emotions. “You’re hell on wheels, Blaine Bishop.”

  “Yeah? Does that mean you’re going to drive me like you stole me?” He gives me a lopsided grin.

  “Yeah, that actually sounds like exactly what I want to do.”

  “Your skin is so soft.” His fingers caress my thighs.

  Placing my hands over his, I bring them to my breasts. Tenderly, he traces his thumbs over my nipples. Every time he touches me, it’s as if he sets my soul on fire. His touch causes me to squirm, which in turns has me rubbing my wetness all over his length.

  “Jesus,” he murmurs. I do it again, and then again, driving us both crazy with need. “Aubree.” His tone is half warning, half plea.

  Rising up on my knees, I fist his cock in my hand. “I’m clean,” I blurt out, realizing we don’t have a condom. I have some in my bag, but it’s out in the other room, and to be honest, nothing, not even that could pull me away from him right now.

  “Me too. You’re the only person I’ve been with since I was last checked,” he says, his grip firm on my hips. It’s as if he wants to pull me down on him, yet his hold helps keep me suspended in air.

  “Do you want this?” I ask him. “I can go dig through my bag—”

  “I want this. I want you. Just like this. Only you.” He’s talking in short sentences, his hazel eyes burning with need.

  “I’ve never… I mean, you know.” Heat floods my cheeks.

  “Neither have I. But I want to. With you,” he says again in short sentences.

  As if he can read my mind, he takes his cock in one hand and the other that’s on my hip pushes down. He watches me closely, gauging my reaction to him. To us joining together as one. He’s biting down on his bottom lip as he feels me bare for the first time. Once he’s fully sheathed, both hands grip my waist as he closes his eyes tightly. “Fuck, Bree,” he murmurs. Slowly, I begin to rock, but he stops me, holding me still. “I just… need a minute. I can’t… so war
m, so….” His jaw is locked tight, and his grip is firm.

  I remain still until he slowly opens his eyes. They’re filled with… something I can’t name. Tenderness maybe? He begins to guide me as I slowly move my hips back and forth. Back and forth. He never takes his eyes off me. I can feel his gaze deep in my soul.

  “Blaine.” His name is more of a moan as tingles race up my spine. His hands find their way back to my breasts, and although I want to go faster, I want to chase the release that I feel building inside of me, I don’t. It’s not far from my mind that he was in a bad accident today, and to be honest, we probably should not be doing this; he should be taking it easy. However, I think we both need it. This connection that tells us both that he’s here and he’s okay.

  Slowly, we make love like we never have before. Our bodies merged as one, and in sync, we chase our release. Blaine lifts his hips, and I cry out from the sensation. Resting the palms of my hands on his chest, I begin to rock faster.

  “Take what you need,” he says gruffly. I swirl my hips, and a murmured, “Fuck,” falls from his lips. “Bree, you’re going to have to stop that. I’m not coming without you.”

  “I-I’m close.” My nails dig into his skin as my orgasm takes hold and has me screaming out his name.

  “Fuck, Bree,” he pants, stilling my movements as he releases inside of me.

  I collapse on his chest, and he wraps his arms around me. “That was—” He stops to catch his breath.

  “Incredible,” I finish for him.

  “Best sex of my life,” he adds.

  I take in a deep breath, savoring the moment, glad that he feels the same. It too was the best sex of my life. I’m both euphoric and sad at the same time. How many more moments like this will we have? Although I don’t want to, I sit up and move to his side. “I’m, uh, just going to go clean up,” I say, moving to climb out of bed.

  “Hey.” He places his hand on my arm. “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” I smile big, even though my heart is crying. I know I said I was good with the heartbreak that was inevitable at the end of this… agreement we have, but now, after tonight, I’m not sure I’ll ever recover. Racing to the bathroom, I shut the door and take my time cleaning up, giving myself a few minutes to collect my thoughts and get my emotions in check. I made the rules; it’s too late to back out on them now.

  A few minutes later, I climb in bed beside him. He doesn’t hesitate to pull me into his chest, keeping his arm held tightly around me. “Night, Bree,” he whispers.

  “Goodnight, Checkmate.” The use of his nickname is a reminder to both of us, that this, the way we’ve spent the last few months is not what he wants and will soon come to a grinding halt. I need to make an effort to keep reminding myself of that. Maybe it will lessen the pain.

  Not likely.

  I wake up hugging my pillow, and I immediately roll over and reach for Bree, only to find the bed beside me cold. Forcing my eyes open, I see where the bed is rumpled, so I know I didn’t imagine last night. Fuck, even my imagination isn’t that good. Last night was… life changing. I know now that it’s not just lust I’m feeling. I’m in love with her. It’s not something that I meant to let happen, but then again, it’s not like you can plan it. Falling in love just happens, and I’m a lucky son of a bitch for it to be Aubree.

  Sitting up in bed, I hear the shower running. That’s unlike her to be up and going when we have the morning to lie in bed together. Glancing at the nightstand, I see it’s just after nine. I’ve got time to join her. Climbing out of bed, my sore muscles protest, but it’s not as bad as I was anticipating it would be. Thanks to Bree, I’m sure.

  As soon as I push open the bathroom door, she shuts off the water and steps out of the shower. “Damn, I was hoping to join you,” I say, taking in her glistening wet naked body.

  “You snooze, you lose.” She grins, flipping her head over and wrapping her hair up in a towel.

  “We have time, get back in,” I say, reaching for her second towel.

  “Nope. Your mom texted you, and they want to meet downstairs to have breakfast. I got the same message. We’re meeting at ten, check out is eleven. Your dad is hoping to be on the road by then.”

  “What’s the rush?” I ask.

  “What? Mister, I Have Every Minute Planned isn’t ready to get home?”

  “No. What I’m ready for is to spend the morning in bed with you.” I reach out and snake an arm around her waist, pulling her into me. “Morning,” I say, kissing the corner of her mouth.

  “I’d love that. However, I told your mom I would be there, and I’m sure if you don’t reply to her message, she’s going to be knocking on that door wanting to check on you. She thinks you’re in this room all alone.”

  “Fine,” I grumble. She’s right. Mom is more than likely pacing the floor waiting to hear back from me. “I don’t like waking up without you,” I admit.

  She kisses my chin. “Go, I need to get ready and get my things packed up.”

  “Bree.”

  She stops to look at me. “Blaine.” She smiles. “Go. We’re going to get busted.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “I do, now go.”

  I try not to let her words sting. She doesn’t know that in my eyes, our arrangement has changed. She still thinks she’s headed for heartbreak when we end this. She doesn’t know that I don’t want this to end.

  Grabbing my phone, I type out a message to Mom letting her know that I just woke up, that I’m doing fine, and I’ll meet everyone downstairs at ten. Tossing my phone on the bed, I head to the bathroom to take a shower.

  Aubree is already dressed and is blow-drying her hair. I stop behind her, placing my hands on her hips. She smiles at me in the mirror tilting her head to the side. I take advantage of what’s in front of me and kiss her neck.

  “We have twenty minutes,” she reminds me.

  “I can be quick.” I rub my hard cock against her back.

  “Nope. Not happening. I am not meeting all of them after being ravished. I’ve already made a show with my emotions yesterday, no way am I giving them more ammunition to figure us out.”

  “Is it really that big of a deal if they do?”

  “Yeah, Blaine, it is. I don’t want their look of pity when this— ” She swallows. “—when this is over.”

  “Aubree, what if—” Her phone rings on the counter and she races to pick it up.

  “Hey, Ash,” she says in greeting. “No, I’m good. Thank you for everything. I’ll see you in a few.” She hangs up and meets my eyes in the mirror. “She wanted to know if we needed help with our bags. We now have fifteen minutes. I need to finish getting ready so I can pack up both of my bags.”

  Dismissed, now is not the right time. We’re on the brink of running late, and she’s right, we are meeting my friends and family, and we can’t continue this conversation with them. When we get home, I’ll sit her down as we need to talk about this. She has to know that my feelings for her run deep. That my outlook on us has changed. I’m not going to end this. I never want it to end.

  She leaves a few minutes before me, leaving me to pace the suite on my own. Now that I’ve admitted it to myself, I want to scream it from the rooftops, but I can’t do that. We need to talk without an audience. I’ve been an ass, just like she said I was all those months ago when we first met. I’ve made her my dirty little secret, when she’s anything but. She’s by far the best part of my day, and I crave the time I get to spend with her. Suddenly, I’m worried she’s not going to believe me.

  It’s been five minutes, which is more than enough time, so I grab my bag, do one final sweep of the room, and something catches my eye under the bed. Reaching under, I find her ripped panties. The ones that I tore off her last night in my need to have her skin pressed against mine. Slipping them into my bag, I make a note to buy her a new pair.

  “There he is,” Mom says, walking toward me and giving me a hug. “How you feeling?”

  It doesn’t s
eem to matter how old I am, she still inquires as if I’m a minor in her care. “I’m good, Mom.” I kiss her cheek. “A little sore, but Aubree’s massage helped with that.” I don’t look at her for fear of giving us away. I’ve never had a massage, they’re relaxing and something I’d definitely do again. However, Bree’s massage was altogether different. I get the saying “happy ending,” and my mind instantly wanders to all the others guys she’s given a massage to. Her hands all over their bodies. My fists tighten at my sides.

  “You okay, son?” Dad asks.

  Forcing my hands to unwind, I give him a nod. “Yeah, fine. Let’s eat.” Everyone follows along behind me as I ask for a table large enough to accommodate us. Lucky for me, Aubree chooses the chair next to mine, which has the tension in my shoulders releasing.

  “You in pain?” she asks me.

  “No. Just a little sore. Nothing I can’t handle.”

  She eyes me suspiciously but takes my answer as the truth and begins looking over the menu. I watch as Kevin whispers in Ashley’s ear and she leans in close to him. I’m pissed off at myself for letting this charade go on as long as I have. I’ve known for a while that she was special, that I cared deeply for her. I should have told her then. Instead, I get to sit here and wish that I could hold her close and whisper in her ear. Yeah, we are definitely going to have a long talk when we get home.

  After breakfast, we load up. I send a text to Dad and Kevin, who is driving the first leg home. I have a surprise for my girl, and they’re all on board. It’s just about a twenty-minute drive so I keep her occupied along with Rick and Jacob, who I also texted so they know what’s going on. Aubree and Jacob are playing war when we stop.

  “Stopping already?” she asks, craning her head to try and look out the window.