"I need to feel you,” I say, and he just looks at me. "Your skin on mine," I finally say and sit up, pulling my shirt over my head and grabbing the bra at the same time. I lean in, kissing his chest, and I see his stomach sink in a bit. My hands stop moving. "Is this okay?"
"It’s more than okay," he says. "It’s just," he starts to say. "I’m trying really hard not to," he says as my hands go from his chest to his neck, "lose control."
"Why?" I ask him.
"Because," he says softly. "I want to take my time with you. Savor you." He kisses my lips, his tongue sliding onto mine but with more need. I lie down, and he sinks onto me, his chest on mine. My legs wrap around his hips as my pussy lines up with his cock. I move my hips brazenly, and he lets go of my lips to hiss out.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask worriedly.
"No." He shakes his head. "But if you do that one more time, it’s going to be really fucking embarrassing for one of us," he says. "I don’t think I can wait much longer." He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth, and then moves down the middle of my stomach to the hem of my shorts. "Tell me this is okay." He looks up at me.
"All of me,” I say, "is yours." His fingers slowly pull my shorts down along with my lace thong, and I lie here fully naked in front of him. I lift my hand to cover one breast shyly and try to close my legs. "Don’t," he says, his eyes turning almost black. "Don’t hide from me." He gets lower now and moves his lips left and right across my stomach. "I have to taste you," he says. When his tongue licks up my slit, I feel like there are stars all around me. My hips move up on their own as he sucks in and then licks up again. My hands grip the sheets next to me as his tongue flicks my clit. My body is shaking, and I can’t help but watch him eat me. When his eyes meet mine, he stops, and I’m the one who groans.
"Why?" I ask him.
"Because I want to kiss you," he says, moving from between my legs now. "I want to play with you," he says, and I just look at him as he leans down to kiss me. One hand cups his cheek, and the other hand goes to the back of his neck as I taste myself on his tongue. He is kissing me when I feel his fingers touch my pussy. He moves them up and down and then slips his two fingers in me. He swallows my moan now, his mouth never leaving mine as he plays with me. His fingers move faster and faster, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Our tongues are going around and around in circles as he takes me to the edge of the cliff. His thumb strums my clit back and forth, and I finally let go.
"Mayson." I let go of his lips, and he buries his face in my neck as his fingers never stop, and I come all over them. I pant, trying to open my eyes, but I can’t. My whole body feels like a noodle as his fingers take me to the edge again and again. I close my legs on his hand, making sure he doesn’t move.
"Perfect," he says, and I open my eyes, looking at him as he stares at me. My chest is heaving.
“That." I try to think of words. "That was." I shake my head. "I’ve never." I put my hand on his chest. "That was intense."
I sit up, the wetness from my pussy making the bed wet. "You are wearing too many clothes,” I say, and he just looks at me as my hands go to the button on his jeans. "Can I touch you?" I ask, stopping to make sure it’s okay.
"It’s…" he starts to say. "I don’t know if that’s a good idea." My hand moves back now, and I’m afraid to touch him. "No, no," he says, pulling my hands to him. "It’s just. Well." I look at him. "It’s been over eight years." I stare at him now. "You weren’t the only one," he says and then shakes his head. "What I mean is you weren’t the only one with feelings. I couldn’t get you out of my head." I look down, hiding my smile. "So I’m afraid that if you touch me, I’ll have no control."
I get on my knees in front of him. "I’ll be gentle," I say as I unsnap his button and pull down his zipper. His hard cock is filling the gap. "I’ll be really gentle," I say to him.
"Great," he says sarcastically as I pull the jeans over his hips. "Just fucking great," he says through clenched teeth when I pull his boxers down and his cock springs free.
My hand moves without even thinking as I grab his thickness in my hand. I lean down and lick the tip of his cock. His hands go to my head, and I look up to see his head back with his eyes closed, and it gives me a power I didn’t know I had. Just as he let me lose control, knowing I have the same power makes me take the tip of his cock in my mouth and taste the saltiness from his pre-cum when it hits my tongue. I take as much as I can of him down my throat before moving back up again. My hand moves with my mouth. I get to the tip, letting go and then licking around again in a circle. "Fuck," he says, his eyes watching me. I suck his cock and move my hand with my mouth. His eyes never leaving mine. I lick down the shaft, my hand wet from my mouth. "Okay, enough," he says. "I can’t wait any longer." He looks into my eyes. "Lie back."
I get back in the middle of the bed and lie here with my legs spread for him. I watch him take off his pants, and then he suddenly stops moving. "What’s the matter?"
He looks at me with the most pained look of his life. "I don’t have a condom."
Chapter 25
Mayson
We are in the middle of her bed, both of us naked, when it finally dawns on me. "I don’t have a condom." I mean, why the fuck would I need a condom? For the past eight years, I haven’t looked at anyone else, so there was no point in carrying around a condom.
"I’m on the pill." She looks at me. "And I’m clean obviously, I’ve only ever." I put my hand up.
She leans over to the side table and reaches in, bringing out a silver dildo. "This is the only thing I’ve been with."
"Interesting," I say, taking it from her and tossing it over my shoulder, hoping that it shatters on the floor. "I’m clean,” I say. I wait for her to say something else, but she doesn't. Instead, she lies back down in the middle of the bed and spreads her legs for me. If I thought she was hot with clothes on, nothing could have prepared me for seeing her naked. Her perfect plump tits fit perfectly in my hand. Her pussy has a small landing strip, and she tasted like a juicy strawberry in the middle of a summer day. I crawl between her legs, my cock in my hand, and I stroke it because if I don’t, I’ll probably come all over her without even getting into her. Her legs open wider for me, and when I’m close enough, I take my cock and slide it up and down her slit. She’s just as wet as when my fingers were buried inside her. I move my cock up and down a couple of times and then put my cock at her entrance. I push forward just a touch, and the tip slowly slips into her. Her pussy is strangling my cock already. I have to close my eyes before I pound into her. I open them again, and she just looks at me. "Tell me if I hurt you."
"I need you," she says, wiggling her ass left and right. "I need you to move." Her hands reach out to her sides as she grips the covers in her hands. "More."
I pull out a bit and then slowly give her a bit more. I watch her face to make sure she isn’t in pain. I continue moving in and out until I’m finally buried all the way in her with my balls slamming against her ass. Both of us are now moaning. "I need you not to move,” I say as I feel her hips moving up and down.
"But," she says, and I lower myself on her. "But." She moves again right and left. "I need."
My forehead on hers, I cup her face in my hand. Her hands come up to grab both sides of my neck. Our eyes are locked to each other as I move my hips. "I love you,” I say. "I don’t know what love is," I say as I bury myself in her over and over again. "But this feeling." We both pant out. "I’ve never felt it before."
Her hips move with me. "I love you," she says. "From the first time I saw you." I kiss her, and I know she’s close because her pussy gets even tighter, and I can barely pull out of her. "I was yours."
"Mine," I say to her as my thrusts get stronger and stronger. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. "Fucking mine," I say as she comes on my cock with my name on her lips.
"Yours," she says right before I plant myself balls deep in her and come inside her. I collapse on her chest and turn her to
the side so I don’t squash her. "That," she says, moving her nose along my chin. "Was—"
"The fucking best,” I say, moving away from her so I can see her face. Her cheeks are flushed from her orgasms, her eyes crystal blue with happiness.
"Are you okay?" I ask, looking down and seeing that I’m still buried in her. My cock is softening but still not willing to come out of her.
"I’m fine," she says. "My vibrator." She looks toward the floor where it lies. "I’m not sure about that." We both laugh, and she cups my cheek. "Did you mean it?" I look at her. "When you said you love me."
"I don’t know what love is,” I say the truth, "but I know that when you walk in the room, my heart speeds up. I know that when I think of you, something fills me. I know that when you are next to me, all I want to do is hold your hand and kiss you. I know that it would kill me to see you hurt, and I know I would die for you."
"Isn’t it beautiful?" she asks, smiling like she’s never smiled before. "That feeling that just overwhelms you when you think of that other person."
I look at her now, and I understand exactly what she means. It’s the overwhelming feeling that you can’t control. "Yeah, it is." Rolling away from her, I get off the bed. "I’m going to start a bath."
"You can’t take a bath,” she says, getting up on her elbow. "Your stitches aren’t healed yet."
"But you can,” I say, and she gets off the bed.
"I want to take a shower," she says, walking away from me. "Then I’m going to get some pie." She looks over at me. "Are you just going to stand there?"
I shake my head, and we take a shower together. Our hands roam over each other. She gets out first, and I follow a couple of minutes later. I find her wearing a robe in the middle of the kitchen as she makes two plates of food. "Hey." She looks up, smiling at me, and I stand here in a towel. "I thought you might be hungry."
"I am." I walk to her and wrap my arms around her waist, and I kiss her neck. My cock is coming alive already with just one touch. We eat side by side, and I spend the whole night kissing every single part of her body.
Neither of us sleeps all night long. The need to touch each other proves to be stronger. She slides out of bed at five thirty, slipping her shorts on and the shirt she was wearing when she led me to her bed.
"Where are you going?" I ask, and she looks over her shoulder, smiling.
"I’m going to watch the sunrise,” she says, walking out of the bedroom. I get up, slipping on a pair of shorts, and find her holding two cups of coffee.
"Morning,” I say, grabbing my cup and kissing her lips. We walk outside and sit on the step, except this time, I do it with my arm around her back, with her as close to me as she can get. Neither of us says a word as I watch the colors, and for the first time in my life, I look at them the way she does.
I get up first, holding out my hand for her, and she takes it, leading me inside. "What do you want for breakfast?" she asks, walking over to the fridge.
"Your brother is on his way." She looks over at me. "I texted him last night." I don’t have to say anything or better yet I can’t because the front door opens and closes. "Right on time."
"Mayson," she whispers.
I just shake my head as he comes in and stops to look at us. "Hey," he says, looking from me to Chelsea. "Everything okay?"
"Yes," Chelsea says and walks around the island.
"I need to talk to you," I say, walking over to the living room and trying to get away from Chelsea in case Ethan loses his mind and attacks me. I don’t want her to get hurt in all this.
"Did you remember something?" he says, coming in and sitting on the couch across from me.
"Actually,” I say. "This has nothing to do with my father. It has to do with me."
"Okay," he says, putting his elbows on his knees.
"I’m in love with Chelsea,” I spit it right out, and I see his eyes start to open wide.
He sits up straight, looking at me, and then his eyes look at Chelsea, who is now standing in the middle of the hallway with her hand to her mouth, shaking. I’m out of my chair, rushing to her. "What’s the matter?" I whisper to her as I take her in my arms. "Are you hurt?"
"No," she says. "It’s just.
"You just…" she says, her voice shaking.
"What the fuck is going on here?" We both hear Ethan behind us. We turn now, and she slips her hand into mine. "You didn’t even want him at your house." He looks at Chelsea, then looks at me. "You haven’t said two words to her,” he says, "since you’ve met."
"Eight years ago," I start, “I walked into your grandparents’ picnic, and she was wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt tied at the waist. She was on her horse, and she was laughing, the sight of her literally stopped me in my tracks. Then every single time I came, I would secretly hope I could see her." I shake my head now. "I know that I shouldn’t have thought of her in that way out of respect to you. And I swear if…"
"The heart wants what the heart wants," Chelsea says, and I look at her. "That’s what Mom told me."
"For fuck’s sake, Chelsea," Ethan says.
"With all due respect,” I say. "Don’t talk to her like that."
Ethan just stares at me. "Excuse me?"
"Look, I get she’s your sister, but you have to understand she’s mine,” I say. "I don’t have anything to offer her. I have nothing." I look over at her. "I have the clothes on my back."
"You know I don’t care about that," she says to me, then turns to Ethan. "I chose him," she says. "Out of every single person in this whole world." She squeezes my hand. "I want him."
He runs his hand through his hair. "Dad is going to fucking freak out," he says. "This is crazy." He shakes his head. "Your father is hunting you down, and now my sister is involved."
"I was involved the minute I opened the door." She steps forward now. "I’m not backing away from him because of his father. I don’t care what you say or Dad says or what anyone says. I have loved this man for the past fucking eight years," she says. "Waiting, hoping that he would somehow see me as not just your little sister but a woman who wanted nothing more than for him to notice."
I noticed you,” I say, pushing her hair behind her ear. "I noticed you. I noticed all of you."
Chapter 26
Chelsea
"I noticed you. I noticed all of you," he says softly, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. My arms wrap around him, and I lay my head on his chest.
"This is not okay," Ethan says, shaking his head. "She knew." We both look at him. "Emily, she saw it. I told her she was crazy."
"She is not crazy," Mayson says.
"Now what?" Ethan looks at me.
"Now, I call Mom and go over there for dinner and tell them." I look over at Mayson, who just nods.
"I really hope you know what you’re doing," Ethan says. "Now get dressed. We have work to do."
"Let me make breakfast," I say, walking over to the fridge. "He has to change his bandages anyway."
Mayson kisses my lips and walks to his bedroom. I turn now and look at Ethan. "Whatever you want to say,” I say, "don’t."
"If you get hurt," he says, his voice tight and low. "I will kill him myself." I’ve always known Ethan was cutthroat. He came back from the military, and with one look, he would have you backing out of the room. I look at him. "Without thinking twice."
"If anything happens to him." I point at the bedroom. "I don’t know if I would survive," I say. "I love him. Like so much, the thought of him not being here is just." I shake my head and swallow down the lump in my throat. "I can’t explain it." Even though I fight back the tears, they still come. "I can’t lose him, not now that I have him."
"Why is she crying?" I hear Mayson hiss from behind me and turn to him.
"I’m not crying." I wipe my cheek with the palm of my hand. "I was just talking."
"She’s fine," Ethan says, and I make them both breakfast. Ethan places his plate in the sink at the same time Mayson finishes.
"You ready?"
"Yeah," Mayson says, getting up now and coming over to the sink.
"Let’s go," Ethan says, and Mayson doesn’t move this time.
"I’ll be right out," he says to Ethan, and I just smile at him. "Come here, Chelsea."
I walk to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Will you be safe?" I ask, scared now that something is going to happen to him.
"I’ll be fine,” he says. "Give me a kiss." He doesn’t have to ask me twice before my lips are on his. I don’t stop kissing him until we hear the car horn blare, and we both laugh. "I have to go."
"You do," I say and then look down. "But I’m not sure if you want my brother to see you saluting." I wink at him and walk away. "I’ll text you later." I walk into the bedroom and fix the bed.
Grabbing my phone, I call my mother, who answers after half a ring. "Chelsea," she says almost with a fear. "Are you okay?"
"I’m fine,” I say, "but I was wondering if I could come over for dinner."
"Why the hell are you asking that?" my mother shrieks. "You don’t have to ask to come over to your own house for dinner."
I laugh. "Okay, well, then, I can come over soon, and we can spend the day cooking together."
"Or I pick you up in thirty, and we can go get our nails done," she says, and I laugh. "See you soon, baby girl."
I toss the phone on the bed and slip on the baby pink T-shirt dress and grab my gold flip-flops. I tie my hair in a ponytail, and when my mother comes to get me, I walk out of the house with a smile. But then I feel someone watching me, and I stop and look around. My mother gets out and comes over to me. "You okay?" she asks, and I just nod.
"I’m fine, just felt eyes on me." I shake my head. "It’s probably just in my head." I close the car door, and for the rest of the day, I forget about the feeling.
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