B-Roll to B-Sides: Older Man, Younger Woman Instalove Romance (PR Girls & Instalove Book 2)

by Haley Travis

  And want him even more.

  6

  _____

  Owen

  As I watched Brynn’s sharp gaze wander over every photo and knick-knack, every piece of furniture, I was relieved that I’d hired someone to help me arrange my house. I’d always hoped to impress a woman someday, when I brought someone home that I felt was worth keeping forever.

  There was no question in my mind that Brynn was my woman.

  She was fearless when it came to getting something done, yet timid when she spoke to me. Graceful and delicate, but with those full, womanly curves that begged me to touch her anywhere and everywhere.

  Holding myself back was becoming more and more difficult, but the last thing I’d want to do is make her nervous or feel pressured right now.

  Digging in my dresser drawer, I pulled out a well worn black t-shirt and a pair of bright green pajama pants. “They don’t match, but they’re super comfy, even though they’ll hang on you like a tent,” I said. “The bathroom is through there, so you can dry your hair.”

  A crack of thunder rattled the house slightly, making her wince.

  My feet stepped toward her, even as I tried to tell them to stop, but my hand needed to run through her hair. “You’re so beautiful, Brynn. I’m glad you’re here with me.”

  Forcing myself to step back, I turned to dig out clothes for myself as she went to change. I usually slept naked, but that certainly wouldn’t do in this situation.

  After yanking on a pair of dark blue pajama pants, I was pulling on a battered old gray t-shirt when I heard a little gasp in the doorway. Turning before I’d pulled the shirt over my head, Brynn’s wide eyes told me that she approved of what she saw.

  “I’ve never heard of a woman getting changed so fast,” I laughed. She looked positively adorable in my clothes, and my mind flashed to someday down the road when she’d steal my hoodie as we curled up to watch movies on a chilly night.

  “Thanks for taking care of me,” she said softly, laying her slightly damp things over a chair.

  “Of course, sweetheart,” I murmured, snuggling her against my chest. “Is there anything else you need?”

  Her hands slid up my arms, wrapping around my shoulders. “I can sleep in the guest room,” she murmured. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in another bed.”

  We stared at each other for a long moment. Neither of us was willing to be the one to suggest what we both wanted. I could tell that she wanted to sleep with me, but likely thought it was too soon. Yet I couldn’t be the one to try to push her.

  Unless she was waiting to see my reaction.

  “Brynn, you know I’d love to sleep with you, and hold you all night. But I don’t want you to think that I’m expecting anything before you’re ready.”

  Her faint blush was adorable. “Yeah. Um, but I think I might be.”

  The thunder rolled again, much farther away.

  “How about this,” I asked, kissing her forehead gently, “If you’re scared of the storm, and you want to sleep in my arms simply so that you feel safe, that’s completely reasonable, isn’t it?”

  Her eager nod made my heart speed up. She clearly wanted me. She just didn’t quite know how to ask for what she wanted.

  Turning, I lifted the covers for her to slip into bed, switching off the light as I got in beside her. Instead of moving to the far side, she immediately snuggled against my chest. The feeling of those luscious breasts against me made my dick jump to attention, but I shifted slightly to keep it away from her.

  The soft vanilla scent of her hair helped me imprint this memory into my mind forever. She was going to be mine, permanently. I could really feel it this time. And I’d find a way to stop myself from screwing things up.

  Brynn made the softest little purr as I slipped my hand under her shirt and stroked her back. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

  Moving my hand around to her side, I grew still, simply holding her gently. Her chin tilted up as she looked at me, staring silently.

  “Brynn, sweetheart, I have a huge tangled mess of feelings for you that I’m sorting out. But I need you to know that you can tell me anything. Sometimes I see that you want to say something, but hold yourself back. I don’t want to push you, but you really can say anything to me. If it comes out wrong, or I don’t understand, we’ll just keep talking, okay?”

  Her eyes softened in the dim light. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For really listening, even when I can’t talk.”

  My hand moved along her soft skin again. “Why can’t you talk, baby? You’re great when we’re working.”

  She choked half of a laugh. “Yeah, but that’s different.”

  “When we’re working on a project, you tell me what you’re thinking. Our project now is sleeping. So tell me what’s in that sweet little head right now.”

  “I don’t want to sleep,” she blurted. Her eyes flew wide as soon as she had said it, as if the words surprised even herself.

  “Okay,” I said, turning toward her. “If we’re changing the project from sleeping to something else, you’re going to have to tell me very clearly what you want.”

  I knew that I could have just taken over and given her everything she desired. Yet helping her come out of her shell a little would help us both in the long run.

  Grazing my lips over the top of her hair, I murmured, “I absolutely adore you, Brynn. I want you to be happy. To give you everything you desire. All you have to do is say it.”

  She blinked, her bottom lip trembling. “I want...you.”

  “I want you, too. What do you want me to do?”

  Her hesitation was making my pulse race as I practically willed her to simply say it out loud. Finally she whispered precisely what I’d been dying to hear.

  “I want you to make love to me.”

  7

  _____

  Brynn

  I couldn’t believe that I’d managed to say that out loud. It had taken every single scrap of my courage. But as Owen kissed me gently, I knew that it was the right decision. He had been trying so hard to be a gentleman, but that wasn’t what I needed right now.

  I was falling in love with him. There was no reason not to give in to everything I was feeling and craving. This pull between us was the strongest thing I’d ever experienced. The urge to connect even more was overwhelming.

  My lips parted for his as our kiss grew deeper, his hands pushing up the baggy shirt to caress my skin. I did the same, shoving the fabric aside to slip my hands up the warm ladder of his abs to explore his broad chest.

  “I love the way you touch me,” he murmured before his tongue slipped into my mouth.

  My soft moan was muffled as his left hand slipped around to caress the underside of my breast. Instantly I pressed toward him, telling him that I approved. Maybe speaking up would be easier if I did it through body language.

  His lips skimmed down my throat, then back up toward my ear. “Brynn, I’m completely falling for you. I want you so much. Are you sure you want this?”

  Forcing my voice above a whisper, I said, “Yes.”

  He rolled me onto my back beside him, pulling off my shirt and burying his mouth against my breasts. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, then my gasp cut him off as his lips latched around my nipple. He hit every sensitive spot as he caressed me, making me melt under him.

  One hand slipped lower, along my waist, to settle on my belly. Somehow, I felt that he admired my soft roundness, every womanly curve.

  As his mouth kissed along to the other breast, sucking at my nipple until I nearly whined with desire, his fingers dipped inside the pajama pants and straight into my panties.

  My moan echoed through the room as I gripped his shoulders, feeling my hips begin to shift with his touch as my legs fell open. His fingertip glided gently down into my folds, finding every hidden spot as he explored.

  Owen was so sweetly gentle with me that I could have cried. I’d never been treated so
delicately, as if I were so precious.

  Every single nerve in my body tingled with lust as his mouth settled on mine, his tongue tasting me as he slipped off the rest of my clothing until I was naked underneath him.

  Yanking at his shirt, he helped me pull it off so that we could be skin to skin. Steeling myself, I brought my hands down to his waist, nudging his pajama pants down a few inches. I could feel his erection against my hip. Knowing that he was aroused by me seemed to shake something loose deep inside.

  I knew that it was time to give myself to him completely. I needed to feel everything.

  Pushing the fabric lower, Owen lifted his hips as he realized what I was after. Grasping his shaft tentatively, I stroked along his impressive length, desperately hoping that I was doing it right.

  “That feels nice,” he murmured, breaking our kiss. Looking into my eyes in the dim light, he seemed to be studying me. “Brynn, is this your first time?”

  I nodded.

  “Are you absolutely sure you want to, sweetheart?”

  I nodded again, managing to whisper, “Yes.”

  His smile was part seduction, part...something that honestly looked like love.

  Lightly running my thumb over the head of his cock, it felt incredible to make him shiver. Then it was pulled from my grasp as he moved, shoving off his pants then kissing around my breasts again.

  I expected him to move higher to kiss my mouth, but he shifted, his lips grazing down my belly, then he parted my thighs.

  Air caught in my throat from the feeling of absolute surrender as he slowly kissed along my most intimate skin. His fingertips opened me gently, then his firm, wet tongue lapped along every fold, every inch of flesh.

  My moans couldn’t be restrained as my fingers fisted his hair. When he centered on my sensitive nub of nerves, I gasped, pulling him tightly against me. Then his thick finger slipped inside me and my mind shattered in bliss.

  For the first time in my life, I couldn’t think. Couldn’t worry. Only feel.

  Heat and tension gathered in my core, and I knew that a detonation was moments away. “Owen...I...”

  My breath seized as the vibrations of his “Mmm” sound sent me spiraling into a climax that caused my spine to rattle.

  “Yes!” I shrieked, as ripples of raw pleasure saturated my entire body. Even the skin that he wasn’t touching was brought to life, wrapping me in bliss.

  When I finally stopped shaking, I felt Owen kissing his way back up to my mouth, taking his time around my breasts again. After a lifetime of being judged for being busty, I loved how much he appreciated them.

  In a fog of passion, I pulled his lips to mine, moaning as I felt his hard length against my mound. My hips began to wriggle, trying to move him into position.

  “Wait,” he murmured against my mouth. “I need to get–”

  “I’m on the pill,” I rasped.

  His eyes blazed as he looked down at me. “Sweetheart, I haven’t had sex in a few years, and never without a condom. You’re going to let me really feel you?”

  Nodding, I wanted him to stop making me talk at a moment like this, but then I caught a flicker of doubt in his eyes. “Unless you don’t want–”

  He shut me up with a kiss full of so much passion it altered my heartbeat. “I want you,” he murmured into my mouth. “God, Brynn, I want you so much. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I trust you.”

  Those were the magic words, and I felt the thick tip of his shaft press up and down through my wet crease. Parting my folds, he held himself barely inside me while I tried not to squirm.

  I would have assumed he’d just jump right in, but Owen always surprised me with his thoughtfulness.

  “Look at me, sweetheart,” he murmured.

  As our eyes locked, his gentle smile stirred things so deep I almost gasped...then did, as he began to press inside. His biceps quivered and his hips tightened as I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him a bit deeper.

  The pressure was strange. Being stretched open for him, pinned under him – everything was so odd, but felt perfect.

  Both of us were nearly panting as I tried to breathe through the unusual sensation of being impaled by something so thick. Owen seemed to be trying desperately to hold himself back.

  When he shifted, something gave way inside me and he sank in completely. Instantly freezing, his hand tangled in the back of my hair. “Is that too much?”

  “Mmm,” I shook my head. It didn’t hurt, exactly. It was just too much sensation all at once. After a moment, everything seemed to relax, and felt incredible.

  I loved the way he was so careful, taking his time as he began moving his cock in long, tormentingly slow strokes deep inside me. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nearly delirious with lust, as my hips started to rock up in time with him.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing along my cheekbone. Then I shuddered as he breathed, “You’re mine, now.”

  “Yes,” I agreed. Feeling that I belonged to Owen was the most seductive and exciting thing in the world.

  8

  _____

  Owen

  Everything about Brynn was absolutely perfect to me. She was short, but curvy. Delicate, but womanly. I could get lost in those luscious tits for days.

  Yet it was the way she looked at me that captured my heart completely. So trusting and open. Even when she was shy about speaking, she managed to communicate through touch. Feeling how much she wanted me somehow uncovered feelings and emotions that I hadn’t even known had been locked away and buried.

  I’d never felt so close to a woman in my life.

  Even as I moved my length inside her wet softness, for a moment I was the one who felt shy. I’d never held back for a woman before, but I’d never felt this. And certainly never felt compelled to blurt it out at a time like this, but there was no holding anything back as this incredible force overtook us both.

  Brynn’s breathing became ragged as her body tensed around me.

  As my thumb stroked her clit faster, I brought my other hand over to lightly pinch her nipple as her back began to arch. Her fingers dug into my neck as her mouth fell open. My long, deep strokes were becoming faster, harder, as I tried to hold back another few seconds.

  “That’s it, gorgeous. Let me feel you come all around me.”

  Her breathy cry filled me with another wave of lust that was almost too much. “Owen,” she choked. “Oh my...” Her eyes half closed as the climax washed through her. Her flushed cheeks, her perfect lips, the way she was letting go for me completely...

  “Brynn, sweetheart, I love you.”

  The surprise and utter delight in her eyes sent me over the edge. Kissing her hard, almost roughly, I ground deep, exploding inside her. The release of pressure drained me completely as the heat rippled through both of us.

  Utter, perfect satisfaction.

  We grew still, holding each other for several breaths, then I rolled aside, pulling her close.

  As she snuggled into my arms, her chin tipped up to stare at me. “Is that just something...I mean...” she paused for a few blinks. “Did you really mean that?”

  “Yes,” I murmured, kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry, you deserve moonlight and roses, and I’ll give you everything, I swear. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Brynn, I love you. I know it’s too soon, and you–”

  “I love you, too.” Her wide eyes, so expressive, showed me everything I’ve ever needed.

  “I’m already feeling so much for you,” I said softly. “We’re meant to be together.”

  She didn’t answer, but I could understand that she might be overwhelmed, or even just exhausted from a long, strange day.

  As I held her, the rain beating against the window slowed down to a steady, calm rhythm that seemed to match Brynn’s breathing as she fell asleep.

  ***

  In the morning, my arms felt empty without her, but I could smell coffee downstairs. As I went into the shower, I
could see that she’d already used it. Something about picturing her naked and comfortable in my home made my heart swell. I wanted her here, permanently.

  After my quick shower, I dressed as fast as I could, but as I pulled my socks on, I heard the front door open and close. Racing downstairs, Brynn was already in the back of a taxi that was pulling away.