Colt steps into view. I’d be lucky if he doesn’t realize what he had just walked in on. Peyton’s cheeks are deliciously flushed pink, her mouth swollen from my kiss, eyes dark with an unrestrained desire that matches my own.
I stare at her as she stares at me and Colt looks back and forth.
“What is going on here?” Colt finally says.
Peyton opens and closes her mouth, looking for an excuse.
“Nothing,” I growl out, staring at my best friend.
He narrows his eyes, studying my face, my own bruised mouth, my hair that’s sticking up in different directions from where her hands tugged through the strands.
That was wrong. That was so fucking wrong.
She’s my brother’s girl. My brother’s girl.
With the sting of my betrayal causing my lungs to constrict I shove past Colt, following the trail back down to the cabin.
I don’t know if they follow. I don’t care. Peyton is in safe hands with Colt now, he’ll get her back but me, I need to be alone right now.
My legs practically carry me in a sprint back to the cabin and silence follows. No one is coming after me.
I wonder idly if Peyton will tell Colt? I guess we’ll find out when they make it back.
Maybe I deserve their judgement, their resentment for what I have done. It was a betrayal to Tyler, to his memory. And I’m the one to tarnish it.
Twenty-three
When we make it back to cabin Fletcher is locked away in his room, loud music thumping. Both Colt and Decker tried to knock but it went ignored. I left him alone. Seeing me wouldn’t do him any good, not after the way his face twisted as if in pain when he looked at me after our kiss. He looked tortured. Like he’d been dragged to hell and back but I still couldn’t find it in me to regret it.
No, kissing Fletcher was anything but wrong. It was right in every sense of the word, how we fit together so perfectly, the way our bodies danced and sang in each other’s embrace. It was perfection of the highest degree.
He wanted me. That much was clear. But he was fighting unseen demons, barricading himself behind a wall. I needed to get through to him. To make him see how perfect we are together.
We could never just be friends, it was our destiny to be more.
I honestly believed that.
After I cook up some dinner for all of us and eat it with Decker and Colt I head to Fletcher’s room, his dinner plated up for him and knock.
“Fletch,” I call after a few minutes of silence and no sign of an answer, “I have your food. You need to eat.”
Silence.
“Fletcher, open the door.”
Nothing.
“It’s out here.” I sigh, placing the tray of food on the floor.
The atmosphere in the cabin is tense, none of us quite knowing what to say, to do and eventually I call it a night. My room is warm, the bed plush with a fluffy throw folded at the foot of the bed and a copious amount of pillows at the top. I strip from my clothes and pull on a pair of shorts and crop before climbing onto the plush bed and pulling the duvet up to my chin. I’ve left the curtains open to be able to look out into the snowy landscape beyond, the sky clear of clouds so the moon can cast its silver glow across the snow, lighting everything in a bluish hue.
I think back to the kiss, to the way his hands knotted in my hair, his tongue demanded everything I had and more. My core tightens and I press my thighs together. I want him.
All of him.
I roll over onto my side, away from the window to face the door. I’m not sure the time but I hear both the guys head to their rooms, the clicks of their bedroom doors echoing through the silent cabin.
I wonder if Fletcher is still awake. Is he thinking about it? How everything seemed to click into place when we kissed?
I couldn’t go on the rest of my life not knowing what it would be like to have him. To be with him. In every sense of the word.
Soundlessly I climb from the bed, creeping through the darkness, my only source of light coming from the silver glow of the moon. I slide out of my room, waiting with bated breath to see if anyone can hear me moving around, when nothing happens, I close my door and tiptoe down the hall, stopping at Fletcher’s door.
I don’t hear anything on the other side and the silence all around me has the hair on the nape of my neck standing up. The door had been locked earlier but the tray of food I’d left was now gone which means he must have come out at some point.
I press my hand to the handle, pushing it down, expecting it not to move but finding it shifting beneath my palm. The door releases.
I don’t wait. I slip inside the room and close it behind me, pressing my back to the wood.
“Fletcher,” I whisper to the darkness.
The bed shuffles and I see his silhouette as he sits up, his broad shoulders, wide chest. “What are you doing?”
“I – I–” I stutter before he cuts me off.
“You need to leave, Peyton. You can’t be in here.”
“That kiss,” I steel myself, “You felt it too didn’t you, how right it was.”
“It was wrong,” He growls.
“No,” I step forward, “it wasn’t.”
“You belong to Tyler.”
“I thought I belonged to you,” I retort, recalling the declaration at the party a few weeks ago.
Silence beckons me forward.
“I want to belong to you, Fletcher,” I tell him, my confidence coming from the fact that I can’t see him, and he can’t see me. He can’t see the blush creeping up my neck or the way the smell of him is making my blood sing. Masculine and tempting. “I think I’ve always belonged to you.”
“Peyton,” he groans as if in pain.
“What do you want me to say, Fletch? That I don’t want you. That I don’t need you. That I haven’t thought about you every day since we met nine years ago?” I’m next to the bed now, I feel the heat radiating from him, just an arms length away, “you want me to tell you that I don’t dream about you?”
“Yes,” he heaves a breath, “yes. I want you to tell me all of that.”
“I can’t,” one knee on the bed, “I can’t lie to you. I never could.”
“Peyton,” he warns.
“I want you. I need you. I think about you every day and dream about you every night.”
His hands come up, settling on my hips where I’ve now knelt fully on the bed. His fingertips dig into my flesh.
“Tell me you don’t want me, Fletcher and I’ll leave.”
He says nothing.
“Just one night,” I lean forward, tenderly brushing my lips over his, “just one. We can keep it between us.”
His mouth slams onto mine with a fury I didn’t expect. He consumes me, devours me with his tongue, moving between my lips, his hands gripping as if he’s afraid I’m going to leave. Doesn’t he know I could never leave?
Desire tightens my core, my thighs shake and my heart pounds, a furious beat that I hear in my ears.
“Just one,” he growls against my lips, “just one, because I need you too, I need to know what it’s like. What you’re like.”
I nod, my mouth still on his, my tongue tracing his plump bottom lip.
His hands slide up the back of my top, his fingers whispering against my heated skin. If this is wrong, then why does he make me feel alive? Why is it him who chases away the darkness, who makes me believe in love and happiness again?
He pulls me into him until I’m straddling his lap, the thin sheets the only barrier between us but I feel him, feel his length pressing into my core, hard and unrelenting. My hips move off their own accord, grinding against his shaft, eliciting a low moan of ecstasy to escape my lips.
He holds my hips, moving me against him, sliding me over the bulge beneath the sheets.
I loop my hands around the back of his neck, holding him just as tight as he is holding me, both terrified someone will come in and take this away from us.
He moves his mout
h to my throat, kissing, tasting, his teeth grazing down the slender column until they nip at my collar bones, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal through my body. Suddenly, he rips the sheet blocking our skin from touching and lifts his hips, pressing his cock to my clit through my shorts.
“Oh god,” I breathe, moving over him, wanting skin on skin, wanting him in me, on me. “Fletcher!”
His mouth claims mine once again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. His fingers hold me so tight they’ll leave marks on my flesh and I love it.
Like a possessed man, he flips me onto my back, my thighs parting as he settles between them, grinding his hips into my sex, his mouth devouring.
“It’s you,” he growls, “It’s always been you.”
Tears sting my eyes but I push past the emotion, concentrating on the sheer ferocity he is claiming me right now. There’s no way I’ll ever be the same after this, no way I’ll ever come back from this.
And to my surprise, I don’t want to.
I never want to feel someone else do this to me.
It’ll always be him.
Twenty-four
My hands push up her little top, feeling those luscious curves that have always tempted, always made me want to lick and nip and devour. She arches her back, pushing herself into my hands. I follow the curves of her breasts, the skin, warm and silky under my fingertips and then remove the garment, throwing it to the floor.
My mouth closes around one nipple whilst I love the other with my fingers, rolling it, reveling in the moans and the whimpers, the shivers that wrack her small body.
She feels so fucking good beneath me. So perfect, her legs parted whilst I grind my cock into her silky heat.
Her hands roam up my naked back, the muscles jumping under her touch as if following her fingers, wanting more.
Slipping one hand beneath her arched back, I hold her to my mouth, my tongue swirling around the hardened pebble, her breathing heaving her chest.
I should never have allowed this to happen but I’m weak. I’ve been weak and I could feel that resolve slipping, I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to break and take what I so desperately wanted.
Just one night. But one night would never be enough. Not with her.
She was the forever kind of girl, the one that’ll steal your hopes and your dreams and your plans, the one that’ll crawl right under your skin and take everything from you and you’ll let her because nothing has made you feel this way. Nothing has ever compared to how right the world is when she is in your arms. Nothing will ever compare to her kiss or her touch.
I’d throw everything away right now if it meant she was with me. I didn’t care what I had to give up, what I had to sacrifice. I’d make her happy at the expense of my own.
I was deeply and irrevocably in love with her and it’ll kill me.
My mouth moves away from her breast as I trail kisses down the middle of her ribs, following the dip in her belly to her navel and then further down to the band of her shorts, my fingers slipping under to begin tugging them down her thighs.
When she is bare to me, her slick heat open for me to taste, I press two fingers through her folds, relishing the arousal coating my fingers. My teeth graze her inner thigh as my fingers slide through her folds, finding her opening. I gently push in, her muscles contracting, her head thrown back in pleasure.
She’s so fucking wet. For me.
With my fingers buried into her heat, my mouth clamps around her mound, my tongue flicking against her clit.
She moans. Loud and I come away from her, looking up between the valley of her breasts, “Shh, baby,” I whisper against her flesh.
“Fletch,” she whimpers.
“I know.”
I lap at her, tasting and sucking until she’s a writhing mess beneath me, my fingers pumping. I can feel her inner walls beginning to spasm, her orgasm peaking.
She holds a pillow to her face but I still hear her moans as my tongue licks over her clit, forcing the spiral. She grows tense, her legs clamping around my ears as her climax takes her and when she’s spent, I climb up her body, move the pillow from her face and kiss her. It’s softer, calmer than before, my tongue leisurely stroking hers.
My cock aches, tenting the front of my sweats but before I can do anything, she’s tugging them down my thighs, her hand wrapping around my shaft.
My hips jerk, her hand sliding up my length, pumping me, her thumb brushing over the crown.
I kiss her as she jerks her hand up and down my cock, the pleasure almost blinding me.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispers against my mouth, “I trust you.”
I’m not sure if it’s a groan or a growl that leaves me, but something does at the thought of taking her bare. I’d never wanted to before, not with anyone else but the thought of putting a barrier between us right now is devastating.
“You’re going to kill me,” I growl into her mouth, pushing my hips forward until I feel her entrance at the tip of my cock. The heat of her zaps up my shaft and I have to tense to stop myself from pounding forward.
Her legs wrap around my hips, the heels of her feet digging into my ass, urging me forward.
“I need you in me, Fletch, I need to feel you.”
“Give me a minute, baby,” I breathe, trying to maintain my control.
Inch by agonizing inch, I slide in, sheathing myself inside. We collectively moan when I’m fully inside her, her legs tensing just a little as she adjusts to my size. She’s so fucking tight, her walls clamping around my cock that makes me want to beg for mercy.
“You feel so fucking good,” I admit, gently pulling back only to push forward again.
There’s no coming back from this. None.
“Faster,” she prompts, digging in with her feet.
A growl rips from my throat as I pulse my hips a little faster, a little harder, our skin slapping together, sweat rolling down the space between my shoulder blades.
“Yes, like that,” she whimpers, gyrating her hips to match my pace.
I hold her still for risk of coming too soon, rising up to my knees and bringing her into me. I’m hanging by a thread, my control at the verge of snapping.
I reach forward, pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger and her orgasm takes me by surprise. She clamps so tight around me that my balls tighten and my own climax has my back jerking up right and pleasure rolling through me like a tidal wave.
I spill into her, my teeth clamped together to stop the bellow threatening to come from my throat.
She twitches under me and I collapse down onto her, holding my weight above her body so I don’t crush her.
We breathe for a while, neither of us speaking until I pull out of her and settle at her side, bringing her into my chest. If one night was all we were allowed I was taking every hour, minute and second.
She turns in my arms to face me, it was too dark for me to make out any expressions or features but there was a contented tinge to the air, a feeling of wholeness that would shatter at daybreak.
Her lips brush over mine, So gently. Barely even there and my heart swells.
You never get over the first love you experience. If, for whatever reason, they leave, you remember them, six months, one year, ten years down the line their face pops up in your mind, the memories you shared, the total adoration you felt for them and they for you. You remember it with stinging clarity but then you remember that they were never meant for you. You remember that there was reason you weren’t together and it was with a daunting realization that this was going to be one of those times.
In ten years time, when I was away from Hillgrove, making a life for myself, a new life, away from this pain, the nightmares and heartbreak, I was going to remember this time, this night, the night I finally had the one girl I could never have, the one girl that was forbidden and the memories were going to kill me.
Because they’re right, you never get over the first love you have but you learn to move on
from it, taking the lessons it teaches you and growing from them but for me, all it’s going to do is destroy me from the inside out. I’ll forever compare every woman to her and I’ll realize that no one will ever match up.
I wrap my arms around her tightly, feeling her naked body molding to the shape of mine, her breasts pressed into the hardness of my chest, her legs weaving through mine as her face nuzzles into my neck and my chin rests on top of her head. I press a kiss into her hair, inhaling her strawberry scent, committing every sensation to memory.
Twenty-five
I wake, my back to Fletcher’s chest and sigh, my lashes falling closed again as I melt against him. His hand smooths down the curve of my waist before his hand stops on my hip, fingers flexing and squeezing into my flesh.
He presses his face into my neck, moving my hair out of the way so his lips can trail butterfly kisses up to my ear.
“Good morning,” he grumbles.
I feel his hardness pressing into my ass, his own arousal spurring on mine and I push back into him, inviting him in.
He growls low, jerking my hips back, his cock slipping between the gap in my thighs.
My breath hitches.
“One night,” he growls in my ear, positioning himself behind me, the head of his cock pushing into my entrance, “it’ll never be enough.”
He slams home and I cry out, the pleasure rocking my body, my soul until I’m a mess, a puddle on the floor, completely at his mercy.
His hands remain on my hips as he pistons his own, in and out, he slams into me again and again, my whimpers being muffled, barely, by the pillow under my head. My climax crests and I cry out, my muscles contracting wildly around his cock as he continues to push through it. His movements become jerky and then he calls out my name, voice muffled against the back of my neck as he stills inside of me, his orgasm causing him to tense up.
“Technically,” I say, breathing heavy, “this counts as last night. It’s still dark out.”
He hums, gently pulling from my body. I feel the loss instantly. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I leave this room. I don’t know how we go forward from here.
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