Sounds of Silence: A Contemporary Romance

by Candace Wondrak

  She pulled away abruptly, turning her head away as she crawled off my lap.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing.”

  I cocked a brow. Was she really going to play this game with me right now? “Bree, tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Nothing’s wrong,” she said, finally turning that pretty face back to me. “I just…I kind of wanted it to be with both of you.” Her cheeks were bright red now. “I’m not even sure how that would work, but…” Bree shrugged. “Then you couldn’t come, and I…I don’t know.”

  Leaning toward her, I ran my fingers through her hair, forcing her to look at me. “You don’t have to explain anything to me,” I told her, meaning it. “I’m a little jealous, yeah, but that doesn’t change anything. Besides, who has you all to himself right now?” I paused, letting a smile grow on my face. I found I smiled more often now, too. Bree brought it out of me. “Me. Not Mason. Me.”

  This time, when I kissed her, I kissed her hard. I kissed her to push away all of her worries and concerns over what she’d done with Mason last night. This, us, here and now, it wasn’t about Mason. It was about us, about what we were together, the fire between us.

  “Bree,” I spoke between kisses, “you know I love you. You know I’ll be there whenever, wherever you want me. That’s not even a question.” I devoured her response, pulling her small body back onto my lap, my arms circling around her and holding her close.

  She nibbled my bottom lip before murmuring, “So if I said I wanted you now…”

  My whole body turned to molten fire at that. Was she being serious, or was she just saying that because she thought she had to make up for her being with Mason last night? My cock twitched in my pants, and I could not fight the immediate longing inside me.

  “I’d say tell me when and where, and I’ll be there with bells on.” Fuck. Mason’s lameness must’ve worn off on me, because that was not something I’d normally say.

  Bree smiled at my lameness, running a hand along the side of my face.

  Would it be weird if we went into his room? Probably.

  Although, shit. We couldn’t do it, not if I didn’t have protection, and I knew Bree wasn’t on any kind of birth control yet—I didn’t think she wanted to be.

  “Does he have any—”

  “In his nightstand,” Bree said.

  I could not hop off the couch fast enough. I never thought this was where today would lead, but I wasn’t going to complain. This was something I’d been waiting for for what felt like ever, so fuck no, no complaining here. And certainly no jealousy toward Mason and what he’d done with her last night.

  She was mine right now. All mine.

  I went into his room, heading straight to the little wooden nightstand beside his bed. Inside the small drawer, I found a new box of condoms. Ah, so Mason had been stocking up in wait of the day when Bree finally decided she wanted to be with him. Good for him.

  I’d have to thank him later.

  When I came back out, I found Bree still sitting on the couch, still looking just as beautiful as ever. I tossed the condom on the coffee table, my dick growing harder by the second as I knelt before her and brought her lips to mine yet again. Between kisses, I said, “Tell me if you want to stop.”

  If she told me to, I would. My dick would hate me for it, but I would. When it came to this girl, I wanted to be a gentleman, not the Calum who’d gone on that blind date with her.

  Bree replied to my words by kissing me harder. I guess that was her answer.

  The only reason I had to tear my lips off hers was to toss all of the pillows on the couch onto the floor. Mason had a few too many, although it did make the couch comfortable. Right now, Bree and I needed all the room we could get.

  I helped her to sit up, and I took her clothes off, first. Piece by piece until she sat beside me, blushing and looking stunning, as naked as the day she was born, but so much prettier. I laid her down on the couch under me, and I took to dragging my mouth to every sensitive place on her body.

  Her neck, her collarbone, her nipples. Oh, I paid extra special attention to those little nubs.

  Then my mouth traveled even further down, causing her to squirm. She wove her fingers through my hair, and I thought, as I neared her apex, her legs spread before me, that she’d pull me up, pull me away, that this was too much, too fast.

  All I wanted to do was make her feel good, to hear the sound she made when she orgasmed.

  But she didn’t stop me, she only kept her fingers in my hair, tugging gently as I breathed out onto her slit, her clit an inch away from my mouth. My tongue flicked out, and I showered her clit with the attention I knew her body would give my dick soon enough. I wasn’t the only one who should feel their release.

  Bree let out the most amazing series of moans when my mouth connected to her clit, and they only deepened when I began to suck on it, alternating between licks and sucks. I gauged what she liked by the way her body reacted to what I was doing, and my hands went to hold her outer thighs, keeping her in place. My cock was rock-hard now, ready and waiting to be covered by that rubber and pushed inside of her.

  Her back arched, and her hips began to rock along my mouth, putting more pressure between us. She ground herself against me, and I put my tongue into overdrive, edging her to her precipice and then shoving her off without mercy. I brought Bree to an orgasm, and I didn’t tear my mouth off her, didn’t stop even when I heard her release a cry of pleasure.

  The body under me tensed, that cry seeming to echo in the empty apartment. It was a sound I knew I’d hear again and again as life went on, and it made my lower half ache in need.

  When she was done trembling with her orgasm, I lifted my mouth off her, giving her a smile that was probably a bit wet. “Have I ever told you I love the sounds you make?” I moved to kiss her stomach.

  Bree was unable to respond, still riding the high, apparently, but that was fine. With her half-lidded expression, I knew she wasn’t done with me yet—and I was far from being done with her.

  I tore off my shirt, not getting my pants off fast enough. Once my cock was free, I grabbed the condom and put it on, my gaze eating up the beautiful girl on the couch. My girl. Bree Stone. She was mine. She would never not be mine. I couldn’t imagine the rest of my life without her, not even a minute of it.

  When I pushed into her, words could not describe how good it felt. I held her close, refusing to let her go, even as I started to pump my hips. Being with Bree was like getting a small taste of heaven on earth; she really was perfect. She made my body feel weightless, my heart go into overdrive. She made me want to be the best man I could be.

  Everything for her.

  Maybe, someday, she would actually believe it. Maybe one day there would be no more doubts in that head, and she’d trust me, trust Mason, in that we’d never hurt her, never leave her. This wasn’t just some passing fling.

  This…I never wanted to date anyone else. She was it for me.

  While Mason was working, I showered her body with love, even after I’d spent myself. She might not think she was worth all of the love in the world, but she was wrong. Everyone was worthy of love.

  Every single person was, whether they believed it or not.

  This might only be the beginning of our story together, but I knew one thing for damned sure: I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of our lives held. The challenges we would overcome, the trials and tribulations life would throw at us—we’d stand tall, and we’d do it together. When one of us was weak, the other would be strong. When doubts came into the picture, the other would reassure. We would complete each other, and I honestly could see myself spending the rest of my life with her, at this rate.

  Well, I guess it wouldn’t just be Bree and me.

  Bree, me, and Mason. Anything that came, we’d get through it together.

  Hi, readers! I hope you enjoyed Sounds of Silence. I know this is unlike any other book I’ve written, but I hope that’s a good thing. Depre
ssion is a serious thing many people deal with every day—and, sometimes, like with Bree, it’s not caused by any trauma. It’s always good to seek help and surround yourself with people who support you.

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