by K E Osborn
I gasp, panting for air, trying to gather myself before the next strike. He starts to move, and it’s like a wave of pleasure rolls around inside of me. He’s hitting places I never knew existed. I didn’t know sex could be like this. One word—invigorating. He pounds into me from behind as my body slides against my sheets. My fingers grasp firmly, my knuckles turning white from my tight grip.
“H-Harder,” I stammer out.
He groans. “Fuck, Lyri! You’re killing me.”
I push back against him, needing as much friction as I can get. He feels so damn good. I’m getting worked up to the brink again. I never knew hot, kinky sex could be like this. He thrusts into me, tugging on my hair, his fingers pulling so hard my scalp tingles, but it only adds to the sensations all over my body.
This is the best sex I’ve ever had.
And he’s ruining me.
I know right here and now—I will only want to have this kind of sex with Eddie for the rest of my life.
He pounds into me, hard, fast, deep, so much so I can feel every inch of him. Eddie groans, a throaty growl. The sound sends me closer to the edge. My body lurches with each forceful thrust. My skin’s tingling, alive with the atmosphere bouncing around the room. Fucking Eddie is so much more than something physical. I feel closer to him. It’s like I understand him a little more. Where his hotshot persona comes form. It’s from this animalistic side of him. He is a hotshot because he’s so fucking hot there’s no denying it.
He grinds into me while I moan out in pure unadulterated bliss as he hits just the right spot to send those goosebumps bursting all over my body. My skin prickles in a fine mist of sweat as flashes of light blast behind my eyes. I feel it—the heat’s rising, taking over every inch of me as the pressure builds, while my muscles clench. I gasp, my breath catching, and it hits me like a tidal wave drowning me. My breath catches in my throat as the detonation erupts, all my muscles exploding and rejoicing in my climax.
“Fuck, Lyri, you feel so damn good squeezing my dick,” Eddie groans out through gritted teeth. He pumps harder, faster, while I try to keep up with him. But it’s hard when my entire body’s having trouble functioning. He pounds into me, his hand moving from my hair to my hip, hoisting me higher, forcing me farther onto his cock.
I gasp at the feeling as he delves deeper inside of me and from another angle. I moan, my fingers clenching. “Oh… my… God,” I blurt out between thrusts as he pushes into me hard, making the heat rise inside me all over again.
I had no idea it could come back so quickly.
He grunts, his body beginning to twitch, so I know he’s right there. I tighten my muscles to bring him closer to the edge.
“Jesus! Fuck,” he grunts out.
He thrusts as his cock swells, jerking inside of me, and that’s enough to send me over the edge one last time, the same time as I hear him grunt out his release inside the condom. Eddie’s body stills, his fingers gripping into my hips so tightly I know it will leave red marks.
“Fuck!” we both call out, shuddering hard, my body giving way.
We collapse onto the bed.
He falls onto my back on top of me but makes sure not to press all his weight on me. A small laugh escapes my lips as he leans in, gently pressing a small kiss on my shoulder.
I let out a contented sigh as he exhales.
“Holy hell,” he murmurs.
“You got that right,” I whisper.
Quickly, he’s off of me. He spins me over, then yanks me up the bed into a normal position. He falls to the mattress, pulling me to him, and I cuddle into his chest feeling the most relaxed I have in years. Resting in his arms, naked in the afterglow, has me on an almighty high. This was the single most electrifying sexual experience of my life.
I stare at his chiseled chest, my finger running up and down his smooth torso, taking in this moment with him. His hand caresses my arm.
We’re in a comfortable calm.
A beautiful bliss.
Perfectly perfect.
He inhales deeply as if he’s smelling my hair, then he kisses the top of my head. “That was everything I expected and more.”
I peep up at him. “So, you’ve been thinking about this, then?”
“Don’t even pretend you haven’t, hummingbird.”
I rest my head back down on his chest. “Mmm… I suppose you could say it crossed my mind once or twice.”
“So, do I get to keep my name?”
I glance up at him again. “Huh?”
A mischievous expression crosses his face. “Hotshot.”
I slap his chest. “Don’t you dare make your nickname into something dirty.”
He laughs, my body jostling with his movements. “Okay, okay… but still, I get to keep my nickname, right?”
I groan. “Oh God…” I murmur under my breath. “Yes, Eddie, you’ll always be my hotshot.”
His hand runs up and down my arm in a tender caress. “Your hotshot?”
My eyes meet his. “My hotshot.”
“My hummingbird.” Eddie leans down, pressing a light kiss to the tip of my nose when my stomach lets out a loud rumble. He pulls back. “Right. It’s probably cold, but cold Chinese food is the best Chinese food.”
I scrunch up my face. “No, it isn’t.”
“Yeah, you’re right. No, it isn’t. But you’re hungry, so let’s go eat.” He sits abruptly, his back to me as I hear him removing the condom. He throws it to the trashcan by his side of the bed and then stands, pulling me with him off the bed. I let out an “oomph” at his sudden movement. Eddie grabs his briefs, then slides them on. I pick up his white shirt, pulling it around me, doing up a couple of the buttons and rolling up the sleeves. No underwear, just to keep him on edge as we walk hand in hand out to the living room.
He walks a step behind me. I look back over my shoulder to see him watching my ass, which is only just poking out from under his shirt, and I hear a low rumble from his chest. It’s animalistic.
I don’t know if we’re even going to make it into the living room at this rate.
A sudden slap to my ass has me bouncing on my toes as I giggle, running off toward the room.
He follows as I reach for the takeout and walk with it through to the kitchen. As I pass Polly, he’s fast asleep, his little head turned right around and planted firmly into his green feathers. I smile warmly as I pull out the containers from the takeout bag and make my way to the microwave. Eddie’s watching my every move.
I waggle my ass a little as I reach up, placing the containers inside the machine. Another low growl erupts from Eddie’s chest as my shirt rides up showing my round ass off to him. He steps in behind me, his hands caressing my cheeks. I giggle as his lips sink against my neck, and I close the microwave door.
“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, pressing the button for a three-minute timer.
Eddie’s smooth hands tenderly massage my skin, and it has tingles shooting to places that need a definite rest. But I can’t help myself as I turn in his grip, my fingers looping in his hair.
“I’m only insatiable because you’re here with no panties, flaunting that delectable ass of yours in front of me. I mean, what’s a man to do?”
I snort out a laugh. “You’re meant to keep those talented hands to yourself, mister.”
“Okay…” He tilts his head as his hands leave my ass and slide up my back instead. “I’ll stop playing, if you do one thing.”
“Mm-hmm… what’s that?”
“Kiss me.”
I grin and lean in pressing my mouth to his, my lips tingle and pop with the energy of the moment as his hands hold my back firmly. My tongue dances with his as I kiss him as if I mean it. Eddie pushes me against the counter, and I moan into his mouth as the kiss becomes more heated. His hands move along on my body once more making their way to their destination.
Ding.
The microwave beeps telling us our dinner’s ready. I giggle into his mouth and slowly pull away. “We can’t let
it go cold again, now can we?”
Eddie groans stepping back, subtly rearranging his crotch. “Are you sure? I think we can.”
I burst out laughing, pushing him away from me, and turn back to the microwave grabbing our food. “C’mon, let’s eat.”
He smiles as we make our way back out to the living room, noticing Polly’s now wide awake when we walk past him. The smell of the food or our antics must have woken him.
Sorry, Polly.
Falling to the sofa, we cuddle into each other as Eddie retrieves the packet of fortune cookies.
I glance over at Eddie as he crunches on a cookie to break it, then he unwraps the piece of paper curled up inside the cookie and sits back against the sofa, reading his fortune. “The greatest risk is not taking one.” He widens his eyes like that’s more poignant than ever for him right now.
But that kind of hits home for me too.
Eddie is a risk for me.
A risk I just have to take.
“That’s a good one,” I tell him, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.
He smiles as I hear flapping. I turn to see Polly fly in. He lands on the edge of the sofa next to Eddie.
“Hey, buddy.”
“Rawrr... feed me,” Polly squawks.
Eddie turns to me for an answer.
“See if he likes the cookie,” I reply.
Eddie hands Polly a piece of fortune cookie. Polly takes it in his claw and starts munching on it, leaving little crumbs all over the arm of the sofa. I’m not entirely sure Polly’s actually eating any of it.
Eddie grabs his chopsticks as Polly jumps on his shoulder happily. “Look at us being one happy little family,” Eddie announces.
I wonder if this could be our new normal. Can we actually be a happy little family? Me, Eddie, and Polly?
Right now, I’m starting to think so, and it feels really fucking good.
All I can hope is that it stays this way because now that I have had a taste of something so freaking amazing, I don’t want anything to come between us or jeopardize it.
Is it worth the risk?
Only time will tell.
Chapter Twelve
FOUR MONTHS LATER
The past four months have flown by. Mainly because everything is so freaking great, I can’t even express how much I love my life right now.
Love and Lavender is booming. Polly’s eating his fruit when Eddie spends most of his nights here. And Eddie and I are doing so well, even I think we’re disgustingly adorable.
Life. Is. Bliss.
Eddie and Paisley get along—their banter is just as good as Eddie’s and mine. But of course, I still think he prefers a good sparring match with me any day. I do question him on his friends, but he continues to tell me he’d rather spend his time with me. I guess that’s sweet and all, a little strange maybe, but if he wants to focus on me, then I guess that can only be positive. Though I really would like to meet some of them. Maybe he doesn’t have any?
He gets busy with work at times. I guess the divorce detective industry is booming these days. It’s sad that women need to stoop to that level. Why not just talk to your husband rather than framing him? But if Eddie’s helping these women get what they need, then that’s a good thing I suppose. I don’t care if he needs to be there a lot during the day—all I care about is that he comes home dressed in his fine-ass suit and damn does he have a fine ass in his suit.
But right now, I’m at home, and it’s the weekend. Eddie will be here soon. He has a key to let himself in. Though I haven’t even been to his house in the Hills. It’s odd, but this place is like our haven. He says he feels grounded here, and if I’m honest with myself, going into the Hills reminds me of a life I never want to have.
My vacuum roars in the living room as I sway my hips to the latest Taylor Swift hit. I carry the handle for the vacuum in one hand and sing at the top of my lungs. I can’t really hear anything over the booming music, the vacuum, and my own singing voice. This is kind of a ritual for me when I do housework. I may not want to be a singer, and I don’t want to perform under grand lights or rock out to a packed stadium, but singing at home is fun.
Sliding the vacuum down the last line of the living room, I hit the chorus of the song, dancing to my own rhythm. I turn off the vacuum, pull it upright, and spin around to head for the kitchen.
I jump nearly a foot in the air, grabbing at my chest when I see a shadow leaning against the hall wall. A small scream escapes my lips as I almost fall over backward in fright.
Eddie’s watching me. His face beams with excitement, and all that does is make him seem so freaking handsome. His arms are crossed over his chest like he’s enjoying the show. “It’s just me, hummingbird.” He flicks off the stereo.
I let out a loud exhale as I slump. “Jesus! Scare a girl to death, Eddie.”
He shifts his position from the hall toward me. “My bad. It’s just so fucking amazing watching you in your element.”
I snort, moving to the coffee table wiping it down. “Not my element. Not even in the same stratosphere.”
He exhales, walking right up to me and grabbing my elbow. “Lyri… what if I told you I knew someone… someone who was in the music industry and could help you get your singing career off the ground?”
I scrunch up my face in annoyance. “I’d tell you to tell your someone to go to hell because I’m not now, nor will I ever be, interested. You know this, Eddie.”
He exhales. “But what if—”
“Beetlejuice!” I yell out, my arms flying into the air in frustration.
He stops instantly, his eyes widening as he assesses my rising panic.
“I don’t want to fucking talk about this, Eddie. I call Beetlejuice on this conversation, okay?”
He gulps hard. “Okay…” His voice is deflated as he backs away a little. “Whatever you want, Lyri. I only want what’s best for you.”
Dammit! Suddenly, I feel ashamed of my outburst. I need to calm down. I step a little closer, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I know. This brings me to another point. We’ve been dating for about four months. When do you think we should be meeting the families?”
He tenses. “My dad’s so busy—”
“What about your mom?” I interrupt.
His eyes roam all over the place like he’s trying to come up with something but is drawing a blank. “I can ask if she has some time.”
“Can you? I’d love to meet her. I will ask my family, but they’re all around the world on tour right now. As soon as any of them get back in the country, I will have them come over to meet you.”
His face freezes like he’s suddenly scared of meeting them. I think he’s nervous. It’s the first sign of uncertainty I’ve seen from him. The hotshot is actually scared to meet my family. I wouldn’t have picked him to be nervous about making a good impression. He’s usually so full of himself.
He pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’d love that. But right now, we have somewhere to be. I need to get you in the shower and ready to go out.”
My eyes widen. “And where are we going exactly?”
“We’re going somewhere to have fun.”
“Oh… we are, are we?”
“Uh-huh, and we won’t be alone. So, we need to hurry up ‘cause they’ll be waiting.”
My eyes open wide. “Who?”
“You’ll see.” He grabs my hand, ushering me toward my shower in haste.
I grin up at him. “You look like you’ve had a really hard day at work. I think you need to unwind a little before we go out. A nice hot, relaxing shower should help you with that… don’t you think?”
He keeps pushing me toward my bathroom. “Babe, there isn’t enough time for me to have a shower as well. I’m good. You get ready, and I’ll feed Polly.”
I let out a groan, turning in his arms, preparing to be as subtle as a nun in a whorehouse. His eyes drop to mine. I can tell he’s arming himself to tell me off, but my hand drops to pa
lm his cock over his suit pants. It instantly twitches against my hand as his body stills. His eyes widen as I devour him with mine. “Think about it, Eddie. We both need a shower, but there’s only limited time…”
A slow smile spreads across his face as I press on his hardening cock through his pants. He exhales, enjoying my touch.
I lean up on my toes, pressing a delicate kiss to his lips briefly before pulling back. “How ’bout it, hotshot? Wanna get all dirty with me in the shower?”
A low growl echoes from his chest as he suddenly scoops me up and over his shoulder. I let out a loud squeal as my face falls in line with his ass. Damn his fine ass. His large palm quickly slaps me, not hard but firm enough to make my cheek tingle.
“You are a troublemaker,” he calls out, rushing us through the house to the bathroom, both of us laughing.
“Rawrr... fuckers, fuckers,” Polly squawks from the other end of the house.
Eddie hurries through the bathroom door, placing me carefully on the vanity. My legs dangle over the edge as he shuffles out of his suit jacket, slamming the door shut to drown out Polly’s incessant cussing.
I yank my tank top over my head, throwing it to the floor. It lands on the round shaggy bath mat next to Eddie’s jacket. Removing my bra, I let it fall to the floor as he leans in, tenderly kissing my neck. My fingers shift to the buttons on his shirt—I hate those fucking little things. They’re the bane of my existence. We’re short on time as it is, so I make a judgment call. I tighten my fingers on either side of his shirt and pull hard. Tiny white plastic circles start popping off, flying in all directions around my bathroom.
Eddie’s head snaps back, his eyes focusing on me in shock. “Did you just rip open my shirt?”
I try to hold in my giggle. “We’re short on time. They take too long.”
He shuffles out of his completely ruined shirt. “That was the fucking hottest thing I think you’ve ever done to me.”
“Oh, well, if you’re impressed by that, wait till you see what I do to your pants.”
