by Gemma Weir
“We should have taken the stairs,” I crow, lifting my head from its hanging position and bracing my hands against the base of his spine to push my entire torso up.
“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t be able to do this,” he says, his voice mischievous as his warm hand glides up my thigh and under the hem of my jean shorts. His fingers skirt with the edges of my panties and I curse that I put on boy shorts instead of a thong.
Holding my breath, I wait for his fingers to move higher, but the ding of the elevator reaching his floor interrupts us. “Ummm,” he says, the noise torn from his throat. Then he moves, his steps hurried as he strides down the hallway to a door halfway down. “Get my keys,” he rasps.
I fumble, searching his pockets until my fingers wrap around metal. Pulling them free, I lift my hand to offer them to him, and when his skin touches mine I shudder with excitement. I hear the key turn in the lock, the door open, and then he carries me inside, kicking the door shut behind him and finally lowering me to the ground.
My body slides down his, achingly slowly. My breasts graze across his shoulder, then down his body until my feet are on the floor. I can feel his chest moving up and down as he breathes, feel his arousal pushing at my stomach.
This moment now, it’s more than just lust, more than sex, and more than just me. This is about us and taking a step, crossing a line that I don’t think I’ll be able to take back if what I find on the other side isn’t what I expect.
I want him, I want the right to touch him, and right now, in this moment when his body is flush with mine and his eyes are on me, the world quiets, the planet stops spinning, and the stars collide.
“This is more,” he says, his eyes earnest and filled with something that makes the breath catch in my throat. “If we do this now, it’s more, Riley, more, you get that.”
My thoughts still, and I let my heart guide me. “I know.”
When he smiles, my heart stutters a beat and I lift onto my tiptoes and kiss him. My hands drop to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up as his fingers do the same to mine. He drags my shirt over my head, and I push his as high as I can, until he pulls it off revealing his massive chest.
This is the first time I’ve been this close to him shirtless, and the tattoos that ripple across his skin are exquisite. Inhaling slowly, I brush my fingers over the image of a herd of stags running across his chest. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper.
He doesn’t respond, but he echoes my movement, brushing his fingers across my breasts, then moving behind my back and unclasping my bra. He slides the straps down my arms, letting my bra fall to the floor and revealing my naked breasts to him. Bending down, he pulls a nipple into his mouth, laving at the peak with his tongue.
A sound rises from the back of my throat and I whimper. His palm holds me steady on my back as he licks and sucks at my sensitive tip. I lean my weight into his hand, letting him hold me up as I bask in the sensation of his mouth on me.
Releasing my nipple, he peppers kisses all over my breasts, my neck, and finally my lips. His hands drop to my shorts, then I feel the waist loosen and the fabric drop to the floor. Justin scoops me into the air and carries me across the room, his lips never leaving mine.
His kiss tells me so much. That he wants me, that he craves this touch just as much as I do.
Grabbing for him, I hold him to me, my hands on either side of his head as I try to tell him that I want him too, that I’m starting to crave him, to need him.
I’m lowered onto his bed, Justin following me, crawling over me until I’m on my back, his body positioned above me. I allow my fingers to run down his spine and around his hips until I’m at the button on his jeans. Slipping it undone, I move to the next, then the next, until they’re loose enough to push down over his butt. His bare ass is right there in my hand and I squeeze lightly.
His chuckle vibrates against my neck and I squeeze him again.
“Oh, baby, you don’t want to start this,” he warns.
“Maybe I do,” I say squeezing him again, then giving him a light swat.
In the blink of an eye, his weight is gone and he flips me to my stomach. I squeal, giggles falling from my lips as Justin rips my panties down my legs and grabs a handful of each of my butt cheeks and squeezes. A sharp pain ripples through each cheek and I laugh louder. “Did you just bite my ass?”
“Not the only thing I plan to nibble on tonight, baby,” he says, roughly spreading my legs, before his tongue hits my sex.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
He licks a hot, wet path all along my sex, then follows it with his fingers, finally sinking them into me as I moan and squirm.
“Oh, baby, so fucking tight,” Justin says.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my cheek pressed into the comforter. He pumps his fingers in and out of me and heat pools in my stomach. When he pushes my ass into the air, his tongue hits my clit, and I explode, white hot sensation overtaking me. Buzzing white noise fills my ears and stars appear behind my tightly clenched eyes. Pushing back onto his fingers, I ride out my orgasm as he slowly grinds his fingers in my pussy, and the heel of his hand against my clit.
With a heavy sigh, I fall to my side and Justin drops next to me, our mouths only inches apart. Lifting his fingers, he sucks them into his mouth and hums in satisfaction.
“Do I taste good?” I ask, my voice raspy.
“So fucking good.” Sliding his hand back between my thighs, he dips his finger inside of me then holds it up for me to taste.
With my eyes on his, I lean forward and pull his finger into my mouth; the slightly sweet but salty taste coating my tongue.
“Jesus,” Justin says, his pupils dilating as he watches me suck on his finger.
Leaning into him, I release his finger with a pop and push at his shoulder until he falls to his back. Slowly, I blink, looking at him through hooded eyes, then I shuffle down the bed until my face is level with his cock.
On the couple of times we’ve had sex before I’d seen how big he is, but fuck, this close his dick is colossal. Experimentally, I wrap my fingers around him and they don’t meet. “Fuck, how did this fit inside of me?”
“Climb on, baby. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Instead of answering, I lick at the tip of his dick, watching as the muscles in his stomach tense.
“Riley,” he says, his tone warning me not to tease him.
But I don’t intend to, so in one long swallow, I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, hollow my cheeks and suck.
“Holy fucking shit,” he gasps, his ass lifting up off the bed, pushing him further into my mouth.
Licking the shaft, I slide his dick in and out of my mouth, sucking on the way down, then circling the head with my tongue. I enjoy being in control, the one with all of the power, but it’s short-lived.
Another giggle bursts from me as Justin hauls me up to his chest, then rolls us so I’m beneath him again. When I look up into his eyes, my laughter fades in the face of his intensity. Deep, soulful eyes stare back at me and I can’t help but lose myself in them. He settles himself between my legs, his hard cock probing at my entrance. I lift my legs and wrap them around his back, urging him forward, trying to guide his hardness into my eager, waiting pussy.
Justin rests his weight on his elbows, his arms caging me in, then he dips down and kisses me as he pushes himself inside my sex. Swallowing my gasp of pleasure and pain, he kisses me as he slowly slides in and out.
The first time we had sex, it had been fast and furious, the second angry and dirty. Now what had started as silly and fun has become real and honest and more. When his lips eventually part from mine, he buries his face in my neck, his cock filling me over and over again as I claw at his back, sweat coating our bodies.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby.” His fingers tangle into my hair, tugging my head back so he can nibble and lick at my neck. “God, it’s never been like this, so good, so fucking perfect”
Sliding his palm around my thigh,
he pushes my leg higher, his cock hitting that spot inside of me that makes butterflies burst to life in my stomach and sparks of sensation tingle along my limbs. “Never wanted more until you, Riley; but you, you are so much fucking more.”
With each word he utters I fall further and further under his spell. I want to believe him, I want to be his more, and I dig my heels into his ass urging him to go faster, to thrust deeper until I come. My whole body braces for the orgasm I can feel building to consume me, and when it does, it shatters my nerve-endings and bathes me in unimaginable pleasure.
Justin follows me over the edge, his masculine growl sending a second shock-wave of bliss plowing through me, and when he collapses on top of me, his weight crushing me to the bed, I wind my arms and legs around him as tightly as I can, holding him to me and never wanting to let go.
We haven’t left my apartment in two days and if I had my way we’d never leave again. Fuck my job and hers, fuck the club, my brothers, her family. Fuck the world, because the universe inside my home right now is all that matters to me.
She’s mine. I never thought I’d want an old lady, but I want it all with her. The last forty-eight hours have been a marathon of sex, sex, and more sex. My dick is worn out and wrung dry, but the moment she looks at me I’m rock-hard and ready for the next round.
I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but what makes it different with her is that we can go from laughing to fucking, to dirty talking, to laughing again, and I love every single part of it. Riley is perfection. She can beg me to spank her ass, then blush at walking naked to the kitchen a minute later. She’s the perfect contradiction. Bitchy and Kind. Shy and dirty. Brash and quiet.
Riley Prince is the more that my brothers have been trying to tell me about and she’s mine. I still have no idea how we went from her being a cold bitch, to playing games trying to make the other jealous, to being a couple, but as long as this fucked up journey ends with her being mine then who gives a shit how we got here.
My cell phone has been buzzing on my kitchen counter on and off all morning, but I’m not ready for the real world to encroach on this blissful fantasy Riley and I are living right now. I know we can’t hide from reality forever, but maybe we could get away with a couple more days.
Riley’s cell phone battery died late last night, so it could be Rosie who’s lighting up my phone looking for my girl, but I’m not ready to deal with it yet.
Grabbing a couple of bottles of beer from the refrigerator, I make my way back into the bedroom where I’d left Riley naked and panting a few minutes ago. My dick perks up just being close to her naked body, and when I walk into my room she’s standing just outside the bathroom, her naked body hidden by my shirt that hangs almost to her knees.
“Hey, baby. I got you a bottle of beer; we drank all the juice and water already,” I say, as I cross the room and reach for her.
When I touch her hip, she’s stiff and unnaturally still. “Baby?” I call. She doesn’t respond.
“Riley?” I say, moving my hands to her shoulders and turning her to face me. When I can see her fully, I inhale sharply; her face is pale and both of her arms are wrapped tightly around her stomach.
“Riley,” I cry, panic washing over me. I rake my eyes over her, looking for something, anything. Is she hurt? She was fine a couple of minutes ago, only now there’s a fine sheen of sweat covering her pale face and a tremor is running through her.
Cupping her cheeks in my hands, I tip her face up, forcing her to look at me. “Riley, you need to tell me what the matter is. Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Her lips part and a single word wrenches itself from her lips. “Tiff.”
It takes me a minute to understand. Tiff, Tiffany is her sister, her pregnant sister. “Did she call? Is she okay?” I ask her, my voice wavering.
Riley shakes her head. “I can feel it, something’s wrong; really, really wrong.”
My mind flashes back to the conversation we had about her sisters, how the triplets could feel the others emotions, pain, and exhaustion. Jumping into action, I race back into the kitchen and pull my cell phone from the counter. Swiping the screen to bring it to life, I rush back to Riley, handing her the phone. “Call her.”
She takes the cell and I watch her shaking fingers dial her sister’s number. Lifting the cell to her ear, I watch as she listens to it ring and ring, until it finally rolls onto voicemail. Her stricken eyes lift back to mine and I watch as a single tear escapes, rolling down her cheek.
“Try your mom, or your other sister,” I say, my tone authoritarian.
Her gaze drops back to the cell and she dials a different number, lifting it to her ear again. Someone answers on the second ring, and my held breath rushes from my lips.
“Mom, it’s me,” Riley says.
I can’t hear what her mom says to her, but I watch as Riley lifts a hand to cover her mouth and I see the tears that start to freely roll from her eyes. Unable to take it any longer, I close the gap between us and pull her into my arms while she listens to whatever her mom is saying.
“Okay,” Riley says, her voice cracking. “I’ll get there as soon as I can. I love you too.”
When she drops the cell from her ear, she collapses into me, her grief-stricken body folding into herself. “Tiff collapsed, she’s unconscious and bleeding. Mom just got the call, they’re on their way to the hospital.”
“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay,” I say, stroking her hair and hoping to God that what I’m saying is true.
“I have to go. I have to get to her,” Riley says, her voice frantic.
“Okay, get dressed, I’ll look for flights,” I say, needing to be the calm to her panic.
I feel her nod against my chest and when I release her, she rushes across the room to find her clothes, pulling her shorts on as I click into the airline’s webpage. “Okay, the next flight to Detroit is in two hours, that will give us enough time to get to your hotel and pack a bag before we head to the airport.”
Riley nods, then a fresh batch of tears course down her cheeks and I cross the room and lift her up and into my arms. She curls into my chest and sobs, the emotion wracking through her body as fear and worry and pain consume her.
“Come on, baby. I gotta put you down so I can throw on some clothes and pack a bag, then I’m gonna pick you right back up again, and if you want I’ll hold you until we get to your sister and you can see for yourself that both her and the baby are gonna be okay.”
“You’re coming with me?” she asks, her terrified eyes lifting to mine as I hold her to me.
“Of course I am.”
She nods, her lips trembling as if she’s holding back more tears and she wiggles so I lower her to the ground. I quickly pull on a clean shirt, jeans, and my cut, then throw a few changes of clothes into a bag. We’re out the door and climbing into my truck less than five minutes later. When we get to her hotel, she leads me to her room and when she opens the door, I spot her cases already packed and stacked neatly at the end of the bed. She opens the top case and pulls out jeans and a shirt, changing quickly, then closing the case again and trying to drag it behind her.
Taking both cases from her, I easily lift one in each hand and follow her as she walks out of the room without a backward glance. I want to ask her why all of her stuff was packed. Was she leaving? But now isn’t the time. This isn’t about me now, this is about getting to Ann Arbor and her sister.
We make it to the airport in record time and hand over our luggage at the check-in desk. Riley’s hand is gripped tightly in mine. She’s squeezing me hard enough that my fingers are numb, but I won’t let go. She needs me. Right now I’m an anchor; the only thing that’s keeping her from completely losing her shit. But I’ll be whatever she needs me to be.
Luckily the flight to Detroit is only a little under three hours and after buying a power bank, Riley’s cell is working when we step off the plane and she turns it back on. As she calls her mom for an update, I grab our ba
gs from the reclaim and wait for her to let me know where we’re going and if we need to hire a car.
“How is she?” I ask when Riley lowers her cell from her ear.
“Still unconscious. Mom and Dad haven’t seen the doctor yet, but Tiff’s husband Chad said that they’re gonna operate as soon as they can to stabilize her blood pressure.”
I reach for her and she slams into my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist and clinging to me. Kissing the top of her head, I rub circles on her back, trying to reassure her however I can.
“What hospital is she at?” I ask.
“St Bernadette’s; it’s about an hour from here, but we need to wait for Anna. Her flight lands in twenty minutes.”
“Okay, baby, let’s get into the arrivals lounge and wait. I’ll rent a car and as soon as your sister gets here, we can go straight to the hospital,” I say, holding her to me as I turn her, pointing her in the direction of the exit as I grab our bags and load them onto a trolley.
Settling Riley onto a bench to wait, I head to the car rental desk and organize a car, then go back to my girl pulling her into my lap and holding her hand as we wait.
The moment Riley spots her sister, she’s off my lap and sprinting across the space, Anna breaks into a run too and the pair collide together, both of them broken and sobbing. I have no idea how this connection Riley shares with her sisters works, but the moment they touch they fit together like pieces so perfectly aligned they were never intended to be separated.
When Riley said they were identical triplets, that didn’t prepare me for seeing someone else with my girl’s face. The two women are literally identical, an absolute perfect copy of each other and I imagine as children they were impossible to tell apart.
