Make You Mine

by Katy Kaylee

  When we pulled apart I expected to hear cheering, I expected fireworks to erupt all around us and light up the room. I thought that at least Charlie or Mason would have noticed, but they were nowhere to be found.

  When I looked back into Lucas’s face, he bit his lip and glanced down at my breasts again, and suddenly, I didn’t want to be in the dark room with all the other people anymore. I wanted to be alone with him.

  “Let’s go,” I said, and he just nodded like he knew what I meant as I grabbed his hand and tugged him from the room. We didn’t see Mason or Charlie on the way out, and as Lucas looked around for the limo, I checked my phone.

  Don’t wait up for us

  Lol

  I shook my head and slipped my phone back into my pocket, wondering what it was that they were off doing. Knowing them, they had slipped away to the batting cages on the other side of town.

  “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Lucas said, turning around when the limo was driving up to get us. “But I booked a hotel earlier. In case things went right. Do you want to go there?”

  I just nodded, my throat again growing at the implication of that. Lucas found my hand and squeezed it tightly, rocking back and forth on his heels like he always did when he was nervous. I put my other hand over his, forcing him to turn and look at me as the limo pulled up to the curve.

  “Why…” I started to say, then cleared my throat and started again. “Why did you do all of this? I mean, what made you decide to do all of this tonight?”

  “When Charlie called me to tell me what was going on,” Lucas said, “it just seemed like the right thing to do. I’ve known about my feelings for you for a while now, but I had always been afraid of what might happen to our friendship if I told you. Besides, there’s always been some other boy you’ve been interested in, and I thought that meant you weren’t really interested in me…”

  The driver got out and came around, stalling Lucas’s speech and opening the door to the limo for us. We climbed in again, and this time the privacy screen between our space and the driver’s was too apparent.

  I leaned my head on Lucas’s shoulder and closed my eyes as his hand settled on my thigh. The road rumbled under us, and after a moment, his fingers started to move, finding the slit in my skirt and slipping inside. The feeling of his fingers on my bare thigh was almost too much for me, and I kept still, my eyes closed and my head against his shoulder.

  “Is this okay?” He asked, his voice husky, as his fingers slipped further and further up my thigh. I nodded against his shoulder and he surged forward, soon finding the lacy panties I had donned to feel sexier for the night. His fingers slipped past them easily and he found my clit, making me jump and grip tightly to him, my breaths coming faster.

  I flooded with heat and felt myself get wet against his fingers, and he must have felt it too because he grabbed me by the hips, with a strength I didn’t know he had, he lifted me up onto his lap. I shuddered against him as he slid between my legs, his fingers still working deftly against me, making me shudder and gasp at the pleasure running through me.

  I had never felt anything like it before. It was nothing like with Ron, in which he was always reaching and I was always pulling back. With Lucas, I always wanted more of him, no matter how much I managed to get.

  Suddenly, his fingers disappeared from my clit and he lifted me up, sliding a finger inside of me and lowering me down onto his hand. I gasped and felt my face flush at the feeling of him inside me - and I knew that I wanted more. He slipped in another finger and unraveled me, so my body was shaking against him.

  “You’re so tight,” he nearly moaned, burying his face in my chest, growling deep in his chest. “You’re so wet.”

  “Oh my god,” I whispered, afraid I was going to be loud enough that the limo driver would remove the privacy screen to see what was going on. I gently bit Lucas’s ear and whimpered into his shoulder as my breath came quicker and quicker, my legs shaking and my stomach tightening.

  A moment later I collapsed into him, letting my head fall heavily onto his shoulder. He slid his fingers out of me and grinned, raising his eyebrows at me as I panted and climbed off of him. Quickly, he grabbed two tissues from the dispenser and wiped his fingers clean before tossing the tissues in the trash.

  “Here you are,” the limo driver said, right as I yanked the skirt of my dress back down. Lucas and I met eyes and laughed, the intensity of what had just happened between us dissipating into normalcy. I was so used to being around him, I couldn’t help but relax.

  He climbed out of the limo and pulled me along with him, checking in at the front desk and happily leading me to our room. It was one of the nice hotels in the city, grand and old, one that had been around for a long time and had lavish decorations and posh staff.

  When he opened the door to our room I gasped, not believing it.

  There was a large round bed in the center of the room and it was covered in rose petals. The room was beautiful, with light from the moon streaming in through the large window on the other side of the room. I kicked off my heels to find the carpet smooth and plush under my feet, and it smelled amazing because of the flower petals.

  “Torryn,” Lucas said suddenly, turning and taking my hands, pulling me away from my evaluation of the room. “we don’t have to do this. That’s not-”

  I cut him off by grabbing his jacket and pressing him up against the door and bringing my lips to his for another kiss. This time, I took control, cautiously dipping my tongue in his mouth, tasting him, running my tongue over his lips and kissing each corner of his mouth.

  “Okay,” he said, breathlessly, as I slipped his jacket off over his shoulders. His hands found the zipper on the back of my dress and he slipped it down, quickly, so it slipped over my shoulders, revealing the matching bra to my lacy panties.

  I was suddenly nervous about my size - my voluptuous breasts and curves. I wondered what he was going to think when my dress was fully off and my body was exposed.

  Suddenly, he reached forward, slipping the dress completely over my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a pretty heap. He stepped forward, forcing me back, and easily maneuvered around my dress on the floor to put his hands on my hips and continue walking me back.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, breathlessly, his eyes roaming over my body, drinking me in. I shuddered and got to work on the buttons on his shirt, my hands shaking as I undid them. when I had the first few undone, he reached to his back and just pulled it off, tossing the shirt to the other side of the room. With his chest revealed to me I felt a rush of heat travel back to my core, wanting what I had in the limo with him.

  He came to me, taking my lips with his and walking me back until the backs of my knees pressed against the bed. He pushed me back and crawled up my body as I scooted back against the pillows, panting and gasping as he bit my neck and nibbled on my ear.

  His hands were on my stomach then, warm and strong, running over the sensitive skin there until they nudged at the wire of my bra. I raised my head and met his eyes, nodding once to answer the question I found there. His hands circled around me and undid the clasp on my bra deftly, letting my breasts fall from the bra.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, immediately lowering his head to them, taking a nipple in his mouth and brushing the other gently with his thumb. I arched my head back into the pillow, not believing the sensations rocking through my body. I didn’t have a chance to feel self-conscious about being naked in front of him because my mind flooded with the pleasure of his hands on me, his mouth warm and wet against my bare skin.

  It had never felt like this with Ron, like every part of my body was on sensory overdrive. Lucas’s touch was an electric shock. I pressed my chest into his face as he sucked and gently pressed his teeth into my nipple.

  Slowly, he moved down, kissing my stomach and running his hands up and down my sides, until he got to the waistband of my panties. He hooked his thumbs into the side and slowly hitched them over my hips, p
ulling them down my thighs and to my knees. I gripped the sheets, terrified and exhilarated.

  He placed one hand on top of each knee and pulled my legs apart, kissing the insides of my thighs on his way down. After a moment, he paused and looked up at me.

  Meeting his eyes at that angle was almost too much for me, as I was reminded yet again that this was Lucas - my best friend - who was poised between my legs. It was Lucas who was making me shudder and grit my teeth and grip the sheets so tightly.

  He grinned at me and my heart jumped.

  “Are you okay?” He asked, kissing the soft skin between my legs without breaking eye contact. I shivered and nodded, and he kissed me again before speaking again. “How do you like it, Tor?”

  “I…” I paused, clearing my throat, wishing I knew the answer to that question. Here he was, poised and ready, and I didn’t know the first thing about what I liked. Gently, he brought one finger up and ran it down the length of my slit, and I could feel how wet I was against him. I remembered how it had felt with his fingers inside me in the limo and wanted him to take his boxers off, to slip inside me. “I don’t know.”

  “You can tell me,” he said, only paying half attention to my face as he kissed and touched me, playing with me by gently touching my clit before retreating again. I panted and gasped, shaking my head against the pillows.

  “No…” I said, clearing my throat, “I, um, I really don’t know.”

  “Wait,” Lucas said, sitting up, drawing his face away from me and cocking his head. “Didn’t you…”

  I looked away from him, my cheeks reddening at the thought of him imagining me with Ron. Though Lucas and I talked about almost everything together, I hadn’t told him about Ron and I. It had always been a little too awkward, a little too much information. And besides, Lucas had never asked, always avoiding the subject when it came up, when others joked about it or when Ron insinuated more had happened than what had.

  “No,” I said, for some reason feeling ashamed. “We only ever kissed… nothing more.”

  “Oh,” Lucas said, blinking, “I’m sorry, I thought that you had more… experience. Are you sure you’re okay with this? We can stop.”

  “No!” I said, a little too quickly. I sat back against the pillows and covered my face with my hands, shaking my head. “No, I don’t want to stop,” I said, starting to giggle. I peeked between my fingers at him and he was laughing too, shaking his head. It felt like normal - it felt like us.

  “You don’t want to stop?” He said, breaking his laughter, a lusting look in his eye. I sobered up, my heart pounding and the heat still pooling in my stomach, yearning for him.

  “No,” I said, my voice soft, “I don’t want to stop.”

  “Okay, then,” he said, smiling at me and lowering his head between my legs, kissing the soft spot on the inside of each thigh. “Let’s find out what it is that you like.”

  Lucas buried his face in me, making me gasp and then groan as he started moving his tongue, first in slow sensuous circles around my clit and then faster, eventually flicking lightly with his tongue. He delved further down, licking up my juices and pushing his tongue inside me, where his fingers had been before, making me shudder and groan.

  My hand moved of its own accord, down my stomach, and to his hair, wrapping tightly and gripping. My hand followed the movement of his head as it bobbed up and down, building the pleasure inside of me until I was squirming and begging for him.

  “Lucas,” I gasped when he came up for air a moment later. “Take your pants off.”

  To my surprise, for the first time in his life, he did what I said the second I said it. When his pants were off, he scooted toward me and slipped between my already open legs, his penis sliding along the length of me, teasing me.

  I whimpered and bucked my hips toward him, my pussy throbbing with need - he had been teasing me for so long, I wouldn’t be able to go much longer without feeling him inside me, or I was surely going to explode.

  When he still hadn’t done anything, I reached down, grabbing his penis with my hand. The move shocked him and he froze, grunting with pleasure at my touch. I ran my hand up and down the length of his penis, then guided it to me, moaning as he slipped inside of me, filling me up.

  “Oh, fuck,” he hissed, dropping his head to his chest and pulling away, before slamming into me. “You’re so tight, Torryn, holy fuck.”

  I said nothing, just squeezed my eyes shut and arched my head into the pillows - I had never felt anything like it in my life. It was like there was a secret spot inside of me that I hadn’t known about, and Lucas had the key to unlock it.

  He moved slowly at first, pumping in and out of me, the wet sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. He gripped my hips and pulled me closer, growling and bringing our hips flush together, burying himself inside of me.

  “Faster,” I murmured, knowing the pleasure would increase.

  With that, he lost any semblance of control, pushing into me faster and deeper than before. I gasped as pleasure erupted, burst, threading through my body and making me dizzy. I gripped the sheets as my body rocked back and forth, my breasts heavy and bouncing on my chest. He reached one hand up, cupping and squeezing, as he pounded into me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I screamed, writhing as the pleasure compounded inside of me, folding over itself and blossoming, all my muscles clenching as hard as they could at exactly the same time. “Oh fuck Lucas, yes, right there, right there!”

  He didn’t stop until he had shuddered, his body quaking, his thick juices streaming inside of me. For the first time that night I realized neither of us had thought about using a condom and I was relieved I was on birth control.

  Lucas collapsed onto the bed next to me, both of us heaving, and covered me with a soft white blanket. I covered him as well, and after a moment, our foreheads touched together, both of us giggling. After a moment, we calmed down, and Lucas pulled me close, letting me set my head on his shoulder.

  I breathed in his scent, now mixed with mine, and thought about the quiet, and the warmth, and what this meant for us. We had gone our entire lives knowing each other, but now knowing each other like this, and I wondered if this meant we were together, or what Lucas wanted. With graduation approaching so quickly…

  “I love you,” he said, quietly, his voice rough and soft at the same time. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Torryn.”

  “I love you too,” I said, unable to stop the tear that rolled down my cheek. How had I gone this long loving him and not knowing it? And why had I wasted all my time on the wrong people?

  “Hey,” he said, “please don’t cry. I don’t want you to cry, okay? I’m sorry it took so long for me to do something about this. I should have told you a long time ago about how I feel… and how I’m always going to feel. I love you, Tor, and I want to be with you. From now on, through college. We’ll make it work.”

  I was overwhelmed with emotion, and I couldn’t stop the tears. Lucas wiped each one away before it made it halfway down my cheek with precision like he was prepared to combat my sadness.

  “Torryn,” he said, “will you be my girlfriend?”

  I nodded and he took me into his arms, hugging me tightly. I couldn’t help believing him when he said that he was never going to let me go. I couldn’t help feeling completely safe in his strong arms. I couldn’t help trusting him with everything in my body.

  And I couldn’t help being wrong.

  Chapter 1

  Torryn

  I blinked, groaning and holding my hands up in front of my face, trying to ward off the assault of bright sunlight streaming through the windows. I peeled my eyes open, blinking them furiously, trying to get them to adjust to the room I was in.

  For a moment, I was completely dizzied by my surroundings - an open, loft-style apartment with hardly any furniture and unopened boxes scattered around my bed. The light was streaming in from all angles, as there were windows lining the walls and I hadn’t had time to buy curt
ains, let alone put them up.

  By the time I was on my feet the unfamiliar surroundings made sense again - I had moved. The spectacular view through the windows of the city below me assured me that I wasn’t dreaming. I was in New York City, in my new apartment, trying to decide who I was going to work for in the city.

  As I shuffled to the kitchen to get my morning cup of coffee, I checked my messages and voicemails. I had no new messages, a thousand emails, and one voicemail, left the night before just before I went to bed.

  As the coffee was brewing, I listened to the message, already having a pretty good idea what it was going to be about and who it was going to be from.

  “Hello, Ms. Williams. This is Rachel with IP Corporations and I just want to check in with you again after your interview with us. Again, we want you to know we would love to have you on the team here, and we are willing to negotiate on salary and benefits to get you here! Please give me a call back with your answer when you can.”

  I bit my lip and ended the recording. It was exactly as I had thought - the third company I had interviewed with this week was asking to hire me. I now had three positions to choose from, all offering amazing salary and benefits, and willing to give me a ridiculous amount of time off to get me on the team.

  But I didn’t want any of them.

  There was only one company I wanted to work for, and that was the best and fastest-growing company in the city, KGOLD. It was the reason I had moved to the city, and though the other positions were all excellent as backup plans, I knew I had to get the job at KGOLD.

  If not because I knew I could push them to a higher rate of success than ever before, then because they were currently the best, and I refused to be anything but the best.

  After drinking my morning coffee, I hopped into the shower running over all the possible interview questions in my head as I thought about how I would answer and how I would show myself to be the best candidate for the job.