by L. P. Maxa
I tickled her, rolling us over until she was laughing and squirming underneath me. “Small price to pay for constant orgasms though, right?”
She squeezed my waist between her thighs, her laughter fading. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you remind me what constant orgasms feels like, and then I’ll let you know.”
I loved every inch of Savannah Nightingale, every shade of her personality. This Savy, the one wild one with the wicked grin, was my favorite. It had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with watching my girl demand what she wanted.
I dipped down, claiming her mouth with my own. We worked together, shedding our clothes, letting our hands and lips roam. Her back arched as I entered her, burying myself as far as I possibly could and still needing more. I wanted to be consumed by her, completely taken over by her body and soul.
She moved with me, meeting me thrust for thrust, whimpering. I held myself up with one arm, the other at her hip keeping her pinned to the mattress. I loved watching her, lips parted and eyes on mine.
It was arrogant to think I’d saved her last summer. I saw now that she didn’t need rescuing. She was the type of person who loved others more than she loved herself. That was her curse and her gift. She would’ve liberated herself. She’d been halfway there, insisting on going to a different college than Nathan. She was never meant to be caged, and she knew it.
Her nails raked down my back, making me smirk as I fucked her harder. She bit her lip, trying to hold in her cries. I tugged it out by sucking on it. Sweat coating my brow as I tried to give her everything. “No way baby, let me hear you.”
She shook her head, hooking her ankles around my hips, keeping me inside her. “There are people down the hall.”
I nodded, nipping at her neck. “I know. Aren’t roommates the worst? Tell me to get rid of them and I will.”
She snorted, pushing on my shoulder, rolling us back over.
She rode me, her hands on my chest for balance. She was a vision, taking the pleasure she demanded with her long blonde hair swaying and her head thrown back. She came hard, a soft groan on her lips as she stilled above me. Her pussy clenched, milking my dick so fiercely I had no other option but to spill inside her.
She was panting on top of me, trying to catch her breath while I stroked her fevered flesh. “Move in with me, baby. Let me love you every night and kiss you every morning.”
She sighed, sitting up with her hands on her slim hips and a smile on her swollen lips. “Wasn’t the deal constant orgasms before I gave you my answer?”
I flipped her onto her back, pushing her knees to the mattress. “Tell me now and I’ll make you come until the sun’s up.”
“Promises, promises.” She laughed as my teeth clamped on her inner thigh. “Okay, okay. I’ll move in with you.”
I moved up her body, hovering over her beautiful face. “I love you in a way I never knew existed.” I brushed the hair back from her face, hoping like hell she saw the truth in my eyes.
Savy was my whole world. We’d been hurt, she worse than me, and my brother had been a mess most of his life. Now, we were healing.
Nathan still had a lot of work to do, even after eight months he understood that he was nowhere near ready to leave his facility. Savy visited him once a month, making the long drive to be there for her best friend. His doctors said her visits were good for him. They gave him something to look forward to. I went with her for support. Nathan still didn’t want much to do with me. He no longer made me leave the room when they hung out, so that was progress.
We’d traveled a broken, ugly road that had led us to this moment, to her in my bed agreeing to move in with me.
If I had it all to do over again, I wasn’t sure what I’d change. Savy was who she was because of what she’d endured, and what she’d overcome. I was who I was because seeing her, loving her, had made me a man worthy of her attention.
Who could know where any of us would be if we’d done even one small thing differently?
Life was funny like that, and made me appreciate even the parts that hurt like hell.
When I realized I had everything I’d ever wanted, I knew all the pain was worth it.
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THE FOREVER WEEKEND
THE FOREVER WEEKEND
Livi
Airplanes were not my most favorite place to be. They smelled bad and were a breeding ground for bacteria. Not to mention that heavy metal boxes had no business being in the air. But I’d calculated the drive to Georgia, and it wasn’t worth it for a long weekend. So, I’d let my best friend drag my ass onto the unnatural monstrosity.
“Are you going to tell them?”
I shook my head as I collapsed into the thin blue leather seat. “Nope.”
“You need to tell them.”
I rolled my eyes, as I stored my purse in its proper place under my feet. “Yes, Kasey, I’m aware that I need to tell my best friends that I’m getting divorced.”
“You should have told them when it happened.”
I sighed; this was getting exasperating. Kasey had been giving me a hard time about keeping secrets ever since they called us for boarding. I’d never thought I’d be getting divorced. When I said I do, I had every intention of I Doing forever. It was more embarrassing than I expected, harder to talk about with the people close to me. I could ramble about my personal life to the grocery store bag boy, and I had, but I was finding it near impossible to open up to my friends.
“It’s not so easy to talk about. Not to mention I’ve been a little busy. I was doing all those pesky things like kicking Patrick out, finding a lawyer, and convincing my mom that I did not need to move in with her.” I clicked my seat belt into place, tightening it. “By the time I had a moment’s peace, this trip was only a few weeks away. Girls’ Trip is for drinking and debauchery, not divorce talk.”
“Well, you found the time to tell me.”
I snorted. “No, I didn’t. You just happened to be on the phone with me when I walked in and caught the man I’ve been married to for the last five years nailing his brand-new secretary.”
I side-eyed the guy who’d sneezed relatively close to my shoulder.
“You found out by default.” I looked over at one of my favorite people in the world. Kasey and I met in college at a party our freshman year. We bonded over our love of oldies music and ice-cold beer. Right now, her big brown eyes were full of love and support. I knew she was right, but I was in no way, shape, or form about to ruin our yearly girls’ trip with my soon-to-be divorce. “Please drop it for now, Kasey. I need this weekend, and I need it to be drama free.”
My three best friends and I took one trip a year together, one. I wasn’t about to spend the next three days doing anything other than drinking, dancing, and laughing with my tribe.
“I’m about to take my antianxiety drops so I can make it through this damn flight.” I held up the little brown dropper bottle in my hands. “I swear I miss the old days when we were broke college kids and couldn’t afford to fly anywhere.” I put two drops of the holistic calming meds under my tongue, ignoring Kasey’s laughter. She knew I hated to fly, they all knew I hated to fly. But here I was, yet again, on another flight.
Kasey gasped beside me, then started to shake my shoulder. “Livi, look, is that our pilot? I swear I saw that guy at the bar this morning when we were drinking breakfast.”
“Stop. It.” I narrowed my eyes trying to determine if she was kidding.
“I’m serious.” She was smiling though, fighting back laughter, so she had to be joking.
“Serious pain in my ass. Now leave me alone. You aren’t funny.” I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. Within a few minutes I started to feel a little woozy, like I’d drunk half a bottle of wine. Hmmm this was a nice way to fly. Within another sixty seconds I felt like I’d switched from wine to tequila. These holistic people knew their stuff.
“Livi? Livi.”
I opened one eye wh
en I heard my name. “What now? Did you see our flight attendant doing lines in the bathroom?”
“What? No. We landed. We’re here.”
I opened the other eye, looking past her out the little round window, amazed that we were on the tarmac. “Really? I slept through the whole flight? I’m gonna be pissed if we haven’t even taken off yet, Kasey, I swear—"
“We’re really here, weirdo. You’ve been asleep for like three hours.” She started digging around in her purse, grabbing her phone and turning it on. “You’re terrible company.”
I sat up straighter, stretching my arms above my head. “Sorry. Either I was tired or those are some badass holistic meds my yoga instructor gave me.” I felt so alive and refreshed, I needed to send her limber ass a thank you note.
We waited until it was our turn to get off the plane, which seemed to take an eternity. When we rounded the corner, following the signs to baggage claim, I stopped short and put my arm out to get Kasey’s attention. “Uh, why is there a handsome young man holding a sign with our names on it? Are we being Punk’d?” I started looking around, checking for a hidden camera crew or Ashton Kutcher.
“Punk’d?”
The sign holder was more than handsome, he was like handsome times infinity. He had this studious-boy-next-door thing going on. Short blond hair and kind green eyes that were darting all around the airport, searching for us apparently.
Kasey snorted. “What is this, two thousand and three? No one gets Punk’d anymore.” She tilted her head, giving him an appreciative once-over. “Bailey probably hired drivers so we wouldn’t have too many cars at the lake house. Let’s head to baggage claim, our luggage should be there by now.”
Kasey walked off to grab our bags, I didn’t follow her; she was stronger than me. She was used to carrying a toddler on her hip all day, she could handle our two suitcases. Instead, I went to talk to tall, blond, and handsome with the sign. I was too intrigued to wait, and he was clearly looking for us.
“Excuse me, um, sir? I’m Livi. Of Livi and Kasey.” I pointed to his sign. “As appealing as this all, uh, seems, did someone send you for us? Because neither Kasey nor Livi,” I pointed to the sign again, “would have had the foresight to hire a car service.”
He dropped said sign down by his side, giving me an easy smile. “Your friend Bailey hired us.” He reached out and took the carry-on strap that was resting on my shoulder.
“Us?” I smiled back. I had no choice, his voice had an adorable Southern edge to it, and was making me slightly giddy. Either that or my meds hadn’t worn off completely.
“Yes, ma’am.” There it was again, that melt-your-panties-off Southern drawl. “Bailey hired two of us for the weekend. We’re from Club Concierge.” When all he got in response was silence and my mouth hanging open, he chuckled. “Your friend basically hired male butlers for the next three days.”
My eyes went wide. “Oh.”
Every girls’ trip we joked about hiring some hot man-candy to wait on us hand and foot. And every year we never actually went through with it. Bailey liked to spoil her friends, but hot-man butlers? That took the cake. I glanced behind me as Kasey struggled her way over to join us. The buff butler man handed me the sign and went to help her. Well, he certainly seemed good at his job, didn’t he?
“Who did what? What did I miss while I was wrestling all of our luggage?” Kasey blew her chocolate brown bangs out of her face and shot me a dirty look. “Thanks for the help by the way.”
My eyes darted to our new friend. He’d gotten on his cell phone, but I whispered all the same. “Bailey hired us hot-man butlers for the weekend.”
“Shut. Up.”
“I will not.” I pursed my lips, gesturing with my head to the cutie with my carry-on. “That’s what Southern charm over there said. Apparently, she hired two of them.” Please God let the other one be as gorgeous and as Southern as the one easily holding all our bags in his muscular arms. Not that Southern men were in short supply where we were from, we lived in Texas, but let me tell you, there is a difference between the South and the Deep South. FYI, the Deep South, was my weakness. That’s not really a pun intended type thing, although it could be. You ladies know what I’m talking about.
When butler number one got off his phone, Kasey stuck out her hand in greeting. “I’m Kasey. It’s nice to meet you.”
He shifted my bag to his other arm so he could shake her hand. “Cole. Nice to meet you.” He glanced to me. “Both of you.” He gestured in front of him, indicating that we should go ahead. “My buddy is pulling the truck around to pick us up.”
If his buddy was even half as adorable as Cole, it was going to be a hell of a weekend.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.P. lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, two daughters, two dogs, and two chickens.
Writer, business owner, and office manager, L.P. says she loves to read as much as she loves to write. Reading a good book is her reward after writing one. In her spare time—ha!—she fosters puppies for a rescue organization based in Austin.
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