by Ashley Kay
Moving back, he flicks the button on my jeans open and I lift myself up for him to rip them off, along with my panties. Sliding one long finger down along my slit, he growls, “You’re so fucking wet.” I stare in fascination as he brings that finger to his mouth and sucks on it, watching me the entire time. I hitch a breath—I’m turned on even more.
I’m pulled to the edge of the island, and the cool air on my naked body does nothing to tame the heat raging inside. He slings both of my legs over his shoulders, pinning me with a heavy stare as he takes one long, slow lick up my slick center.
“Oh, my god.” I shudder, my legs quaking as he takes another languid lap.
Leaning up on my elbows, I let my head fall back, my hair fanning out on the island. I arch my body when he swirls his tongue in tight circles around my swollen clit, sinking a long finger deep into me. The sensation so strong, I grip his head so he doesn’t move, not caring about the feral sounds escaping my throat.
He hums in satisfaction, the vibration shooting straight up my spine before he slides another thick finger in. He pumps them in and out of me, faster and faster, curling them back each time, lapping up my arousal, prompting me to bow up into his mouth.
Pausing his movements, he rasps out, “That’s right, baby, I want you to come all over my face.” After easing his fingers out, he spears my entrance with his experienced tongue and a tingling thrums in my veins as my orgasm crests. He moves to lightly nip my clit, and it’s enough to break me wide open.
I come hard and fast. The force of it tightens my thighs around his head and I clutch the edge of the island. I pulse rapidly around him as his tongue gently strokes me until I’ve floated down from my euphoric high.
Laying back all the way on the island, I’m weightless, and a chuckle erupts from my throat. “I think I just saw stars, literal ones behind my eyeballs.”
Grinning, Preston moves up from between my legs, pulling my useless body up into his arms. “Good, but we’re not done yet.”
Still sensitive from my orgasm, I gasp when my clit hits his zipper, an aftershock pulsing through me. Gripping his shirt, I yank him to me, almost snarling at him, “Then take me to bed and fuck me, Preston Lee.”
His eyes flash with desire. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Lifting me off the island, he carries me down the hall to my room. He steps insides, setting me on the edge of the bed. I watch—not at all bothered by my nakedness—as his fingers unbutton his shirt, one by one, my lust ramping up, level after level. Shrugging it off, he reveals a toned chest and a trim waist with defined abs.
I reach out, tracing each line and curve, watching them tighten with each graze of my fingertip. “When do you have time to work out? You’re so muscular. ” Hooking a finger into his pants, I drag him closer, unfastening his button and pulling them down.
“Lately, I haven’t been, a distracting woman has preoccupied me.” He gives me a pointed look while stepping out of his pants. Standing in just his boxer briefs, his hand grips his erection through the fabric. I suck in a breath. He’s so sexy.
Sliding back into the middle of the bed, I clench my slippery thighs together while I wait for him to slide those tight boxers off. He’s fully naked and beautifully sculpted, with taut muscles, the v that drives women crazy, and a sexy line of hair from his belly button to his hard cock. He’s swollen and heavy, ready for me, the vein throbbing along his length with that delicious bead of fluid welling at the tip.
I lick my lips in anticipation. It’s been too long since I’ve been with any man, and as much as I’m nervous about taking all of him in, I want it in the worst way.
Crawling up over me, Preston rests his elbows on either side of me, his cock twitching on my thigh, my hard nipples digging into his chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He leans down, pulling a tender nipple into his mouth before nipping the underside, and I pant with desperation.
“I need you, Preston, please.” I want to feel him inside me, filling me up completely. Slowly, he lines his swollen cock up at my entrance before cursing and pulling away.
“Shit, I need to go get a condom. I left them next door.” He makes a move to get up, but I tug him back by his arm.
Locking eyes with him, I say, “It’s ok, we don’t need them. I’m clean and can’t get pregnant, remember?”
He pauses, his eyes ping- ponging between mine. “Are you sure? I’m clean too.”
I lean up to whisper in his ear, watching as goosebumps raise up on his neck. “I’m very sure. I don’t want you to be clean, though, I was kinda looking forward to you being dirty.”
I bite my lip, grinning as pure desire flashes in Preston’s eyes before he pushes me back down onto the bed. His lips crash to mine, bruising me in the best way, punishing my mouth for its wicked intentions. Fused together, I arch up, wanting him to connect us completely, in all ways possible.
He dips one hand into my hair to grip my neck and swings one of my legs over his hip with the other. In one quick motion, he thrusts inside me. We both buck, gasping as he takes me completely to the hilt. Pulling out and driving back in, hitting my clit with his pelvic bone, I rake my nails down his back, definitely leaving marks.
“Oh god, that feels so good, please don’t stop.”
“Fuck. Savy, I’ve wanted to do this to you since I first met you. You and your sassy attitude. Fucking sexy,” he rumbles into my ear, his hair brushing my face. I’m coming alive under his words and his body.
Thrashing against him, I pant out, “Your dimple ruined me.”
A low laugh deep in his chest ripples through mine. His grip on my waist tightens, pulling me into him rhythmically. My toes curl and my body vibrates as I writhe against him, our skin slick with sweat. Swirling as he pumps in and out of me, I’m off chasing my second climax.
Matching his cadence, I reach down to rub my clit. Swatting my hand away, he takes over, bringing me higher and higher with each brush of his finger. His pants and grunts let me know he’s close as well. Spots blur my vision as the heat travels further up my tensing body.
“I’m coming,” I moan before screaming his name as my climax rips me from my body, flinging me into outer space. He thrusts into me three more frantic times before roaring out his own release, every pulse nudging me as he empties himself inside. Clinging to him, I gulp in air, our heartbeats pounding furiously against each other, our bodies still linked.
Brushing back his damp hair, my finger snags on his upturned mouth. His dimple deepens, and I kiss it, feeling it cave in more against my lips. I want to kiss all over this man.
He cups my cheeks and rubs his nose down the length of mine before settling a sweet kiss on my lips. Rolling off me, I immediately miss the contact as he goes into the bathroom, coming out with a warm washcloth to clean me up.
Pausing by my dresser, he smirks and picks up my bright pink vibrator. “Having fun without me, I see,” he snickers, waving it around. It flies out of his hands and lands in the middle of my bed, turning on and vibrating the sheets in a staccato beat.
I sit up, covering my mouth with my hands. Face flaming, I reach out for it, hit the power button, and stuff it back into my nightstand.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, coming to sit next to me on the bed, gently wiping away the mess we made. “Maybe we can use it together next time.”
Staring up at him, I deadpan. “What makes you think there’s going to be a next time.”
His eyes widen, then narrow, a frown marring his handsome face. I can’t torture him any longer. I burst out laughing and swing my arms around his broad shoulders, running my fingers up his neck, landing on his cheeks. “Don’t worry, there will definitely be a next time, and the time after that, and so on until you tire of me.”
Growling, he lies back in bed, pulling me to sprawl on top of him. “I’ll never get tired of you, Savy. You or your beautiful ass.” He smacks it to prove his point, the sting making me shiver and wanting more.
We stay li
ke this for a while, just enjoying each other’s company, him absentmindedly twirling a piece of my hair in between his fingers. Shadows are forming outside, the moon rising to welcome the night.
“You ever feel pulled in two different directions at the same time?” his voice low, the cadence in his chest caressing my cheek where I lie.
“Yeah, many times. In fact, there was a time where I almost forgave Brody and took him back. My heart and brain were wrestling. Fortunately, my brain won and convinced my heart it was the right choice for me.” I swirl my finger through the fine hairs on his chest, hoping what I’m doing right now with Preston is the right choice for me. I don’t know where this is going but, I hope at the end neither of us leave with a broken heart.
“I’m glad you listened. Otherwise, I’d be roaming Montana with a hole in my heart and a brother that wants to fill it with gunpowder, waiting in the shadows with a lit match.”
Grinning, I shake my head, my wild hair flying. “That’s awfully dramatic. I’m sure Greyson would have at least taken some pity on you first, like give you a head start or something.”
Flipping me over onto the warm sheets, he rests his weight on top of me, holding my hands to his chest. There’s no mirth in his eyes. “I need you to know that I have no intentions of hurting you. I’m glad I met you. I don’t know what’s going to happen at the end of my year here, but the good thing is, the gift of time is on our side. I fully intend to take advantage of it. And, often, if you’ll let me.”
How can I say no to that? Life isn’t guaranteed. I know my heart is in danger of being shattered, but there’s also the chance it won’t be. He expressed his aversion to relationships, but I believe I’d regret not taking a chance and finding out just how sweet the time with him can be. I throw all my reservations out the window and commit to just living in the moment.
I slide my hands down his chest to cup his already stiffening length and grin. “Why don’t we start that now?”
17
PRESTON
I wake up sweating like I’ve spent the night in an oven. Cracking open a sleepy eye, I find Savy’s leg curved over mine. A lazy grin forms on my face and I rub a hand down her silky leg, trailing my fingers back up, stopping only when I sense her eyes on me.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, with a groggy voice.
Savy stretches her arms up over her head, the blanket falling around her waist, exposing her bare breasts. I reach over, pinching one perfectly hard nipple. Giggling, she swats my hand away. “Good morning to you too.”
The last of the sheet slides away, and I groan, taking in her sinewy body. Sliding my hands down her sides, watching as goosebumps pepper her skin, I breathe in her scent. “I could stay in bed with you all day.”
She leans up on her elbows, her hair wild and tangly after the night we had rolling in these sheets, and smirks. “Me too, cowboy, but we actually have to work today.”
Kissing her belly, I murmur into her soft skin, “I’m the boss, I make the rules, and I say today is a stay in bed and have sex day.”
“Well boss, you forget there is another boss that would be pretty pissed if I bailed on my clients today.” Throwing the blanket over my head, she hops up to head to the bathroom.
Growling, I pull it off and jump off the bed, charging after her. She shrieks, bulldozing into the bathroom, laughing as I shove open the door, giving her a wolfish grin. Raking my eyes over her naked body, I point to the shower and say, “Get in Montana, we still have plenty of time for me to do what I want to you.”
She backs up slowly to the shower doors, rewarding me with a sly grin and a lick of her top lip. Fuck me. I’m in deep trouble. Feeling my cock grow, I slide my hand up and down my length before slowly walking to her. She squeals as I stoop to pick her up and move into the shower. Turning the water on warm, she jumps when the cold water hits her. “Jesus, Preston, that’s freaking cold!”
I cover her mouth with my lips, stealing her words. Tangling her tongue with mine, she forgets about the freezing water. Hands in my hair, she drags me closer, trying to fuse us together. I squeeze her slippery ass in my palms, and she wraps her legs tight around my waist as I cage her to the shower wall. Water pelts my back as I ravage her mouth, taking what’s mine.
In one fluid movement, I thrust up inside her, groaning and feeling her gasp on my lips. She arches her back, and I release her lips to bend down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth. Rolling my tongue around her, her moans make my cock swell inside her. Gripping her hips, I pull out to slam into her again, her back slapping off the wet shower wall.
“Oh, god, I’m so close already,” her raspy voice in my ear sends shock waves of lust down to my muscles and all the bones in-between. Balancing her in one palm, I snake a hand down to rub her swollen clit with my thumb, feeling her sopping wet pussy clench and tighten around me. She moans, bucking her body against me, head bent back, heels digging into my ass, as she milks me with her release.
“Oh fuck yes, Savy.” A guttural roar tears from my lips as I come right after, grinding into her slippery center, spilling myself deep inside. My heart hammers in my chest as the water runs down between us in warm rivers and her forehead comes to rest on mine, quick breaths brushing my cheeks.
“I’m pretty sure it’s going to be written all over my face at work today.”
I squint through the spraying water. “What do you mean?”
“It’s going to be clear that I just had the most amazing sex in my life, in my freaking shower.”
Chuckling, I push some of her hair back. “Most amazing sex ever? I’ll take that.” I kiss her nose. We’re still connected, and I love how it feels to be joined with her in this way.
“Crap, Greyson is so going to know.”
“Don’t talk about my brother when we’re naked. But so what if he does?” Pulling her closer, her breasts slip across my chest, and I look into her eyes. “You’re mine now.”
She smiles as I ease out of her so she can turn around. Grabbing the shampoo, I wash her hair, grinning at her satisfied purrs while I massage her scalp with my fingers.
“I’m yours, huh?” she asks softly as I rinse out her long hair. How women deal with this much hair is beyond me, but hers is so beautiful and silky as it runs through my fingers. I turn her head, pressing a hard kiss to her temple.
“All mine, Montana.”
Sharing a bathroom with women as they get dressed and ready for work is a test of athletic prowess. It’s a trial in agility, trying to maneuver to brush my teeth while she leans in to swipe on mascara. It’s hard not to laugh when I bump her arm, sending the black makeup streaking across her eyebrow. Her scowl makes her look like an irate pirate.
“You literally live a wall away, go get dressed over there!” she shoves me out of the bathroom, and I smirk all the way to my side of the house.
Staring in my mirror, I realize that I already miss her and how much of a sap I am for even thinking that. I can’t help it. She crawled her way into my life, and I crave her company as much as I crave my coffee. I’m going to need a daily fix of her, a taste of that sweet honey. Much better than any cup of joe I make.
I love sleeping next to her—watching her chest rise and her eyelids flutter as she dreams. Her sleepy snores are like a lullaby after spending so many nights alone in a cold bed, with nothing but my body to keep me warm. I smile when her terrible singing voice floats through the thin walls separating us. Her confidence is sexy even if her vocals are not. My edict about avoiding relationships is slowly folding in on itself because of one bronzed hair goddess next door. Thoughts of my former fiancée have all but disappeared from the moment I let Savy in. It’s only fair I talk to her about Scarlett, but for now, I’m hanging on to this high.
Twenty minutes later, she bounds through the front door, all fresh-faced and looking hot. I grab her hand, and we walk side by side the entire way to the building. Her lips twist up in a smile, and I puff my chest up like a peacock.
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�ve crossed a line somewhere between now and yesterday, into territory new to me, but one I shouldn’t take for granted. For so long, days had run on into the next, a series of monotonous activities that left me a walking corpse. Today, I feel reborn, warm, my shell cast aside for a chance in the sunlight. I hope it isn’t a facade, that I’m not opening myself up to be filled with salt and left to desiccate in the bright Montana sun.
Taking a deep breath, I exhale before opening the door for Savy to walk through. Hand on the small of her back, I lead her through and past Tia at the front desk, who’s too busy to notice us except to wave before diving nose deep into her computer.
“See,” Savy whispers as we stroll down the hall. “She totally noticed. I must have sex hair or something.”
Whispering right back I say, “She definitely didn’t notice and if you remember correctly, we showered, and then you whacked me in the head with your hairdryer while I was trying to do something with my uncooperative hair. If anything, she noticed you actually bathed today and smell nice.”
Laughing, she slaps me on the shoulder and I stagger back, pretending to be wounded.
“I’ll have you know I shower every day, mister.”
“Can I join every time just for research? You know, so I can accurately report that statement?”
Winking, I escort her to the stairs before we separate to go about our day. I cup her cheeks and give her a long, slow kiss. Feeling eyes on me, I look up to see Greyson watching us from his office. He looks neither pissed nor excited, just contemplative. I salute him, giving her another sound kiss and make plans for lunch.
