This Time Around (Road to Blissville, #4)

by Aimee Nicole Walker

  Andy cupped my head with both of his hands and pulled me the rest of the way down to crash my lips against his. I reached between our bodies and stroked his cock while his ass adjusted to my penetration. When he was ready for more, Andy raised his hips, and my dick inched forward some more. I wanted to stop and let him adjust, but my cock was so slick, Andy’s ass felt so fucking good and tight, and his desperate kisses drove me wild.

  I snapped forward and bottomed out, making Andy grunt and gasp into my mouth. I was worried it was too much too soon, but Andy tucked his calves against the back of my thighs to anchor me inside him. I started to move, clumsily at first, but I found my rhythm and loved the musical sound of our bodies slapping together as we groaned and growled for more.

  Andy’s grip on my hair got tighter, and I felt his dick pulse in my fist at the same time his ass clenched down hard around my cock. Andy broke our kiss so he could pant and grunt as his cum spurted all over his stomach and chest. All the while, his ass milked my second orgasm of the night out of me.

  I collapsed on top of his broad chest with my dick still buried inside him. Andy wrapped his thick arms around me and kissed the top of my head. The sound of his heart thumping beneath my ear made me so sleepy. It didn’t help when he trailed his calloused fingers up and down my spine.

  “This was the best idea I had in two years.”

  “Maybe fourteen,” I challenged, earning a deep chuckle. I was sad when my softening dick slid from his ass, but happy that Andy seemed content to hold me for the time being.

  “So much sass,” Andy said, his voice sounding far away as sleep claimed me.

  Sometime later, I was slowly woken from tender kisses along my spine. I was wide awake by the time he reached the crack of my ass and moaned when Andy dipped his tongue in one dimple then the other.

  “God, how I’ve missed this,” I mumbled into the sheets.

  Andy crawled up my body and licked the outer rim of my ear. “No more anger or misunderstandings,” he avowed.

  I wanted to believe that he was right, but I remembered how hot things ran between us. Sure, we were adults instead of kids, but had either of us changed that much? Of course, my ability to think vanished when I felt Andy’s finger circling my pucker.

  “I meant to wake you up for dinner, but I got a little distracted when your sexy bubble butt was sticking out partway. Seems you got agitated in your sleep and kicked the covers off.”

  “Habit,” I whispered, pushing my ass against him to get that finger where I wanted it. “You made me dinner?”

  “I just warmed up some ham and bean soup my mother made over the weekend. I can make a mean turkey club panini if you want one of those too.”

  It had been several hours since I last ate, but that wasn’t the kind of hunger that was spreading through my body like a wildfire. “Later,” I replied. “Fuck me, Andy. It’s been too long.”

  “You didn’t like fucking my ass?”

  “Loved it, but I’m dying to feel you— Oh!” I cried out when Andy’s finger pushed in and homed in on my prostate like a heat-seeking missile locked on a target. Andy’s free hand kept my ass cheeks spread apart so he could feast his eyes on the activity there. “More,” I told him desperately.

  “Not yet,” Andy said calmly then pulled his finger out of my tight clench. My moaning of discontent turned into whimpers of pleasure when I heard him flip open the cap on the lube. I trembled in anticipation, knowing that soon I would feel his thick cock in my ass again.

  “Mmmm,” I said when the first slick digit stroked inside me. “Unh,” I grunted, pushing my hips against the penetration to signal that I wanted more—more fingers, more depth, more everything. Andy was playing it safe with me, and that just wouldn’t do after waiting for two fucking years. Another digit joined the first, and I was fast approaching my orgasm. “Fuck me, Andy.” I didn’t want to come from his fingers.

  An animalistic growl rumbled from his chest when he pulled his fingers from my ass. While he rolled a condom on his turgid length, I got on my hands and knees. I grinned because I knew what a pretty picture my ass made up in the air with my hole stretched and ready for him.

  “I won’t be easy. It’s been too long, and you’ve driven me too crazy.”

  “Give me all your crazy, Andy. I can take it. I want it.” And I did too.

  Andy placed one hand between my shoulder blades, holding my head and torso against the mattress while his other held his cock steady as he penetrated me—too slowly.

  “That’s all you got, Slugger? Where’s the passion from the alley when you couldn’t sink to your balls fast enough. Fuck. Me. Hard.”

  The hand between my shoulders slid up to fist my hair the same time he snapped his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside me. “Like that?”

  “Not bad,” I replied, goading him.

  Andy leaned forward and bit the tender spot where my neck curved into my shoulder. “Going to tell me you’ve had better?”

  “Even I’m not that big of an asshole,” I replied. “Besides, it would be a lie if I did.”

  Andy bracketed my body with his much bigger one and began to fuck me in earnest. “Nobody will ever make you feel like I do, Milo.” I loved the sound of our balls slapping together and the groans my greedy, tight ass ripped from his chest. “All mine. Say it, Milo.”

  “All mine,” I repeated, incapable of independent thought when all my attention was focused on the glorious orgasm building.

  “Yes, I am yours, Milo. Who do you belong to?”

  “Andy!” I yelled as I came again for the third time that night.

  “That’s right, baby.”

  Andy rode me harder and faster, then his body stiffened, and he inhaled sharply before he spilled inside the condom. Instead of falling on top of me, Andy rolled over and lay beside me on his back. He threw his arm up to cover his eyes while his chest billowed up and down. His body was covered with a sheen of sweat, and his wet hair stuck to his forehead. He reminded me of a horse that had been ridden hard and put away wet.

  He was still for so long that I thought he’d fallen asleep, and I was content to lie there and watch him. After all, I’d fallen asleep on him earlier.

  “I supposed now would be an appropriate time to explain to you where I’ve been going every Wednesday night,” Andy said in a soft, hesitant voice. He almost sounded afraid, and that wasn’t the Andy I knew.

  “Probably, you should’ve told me before we had sex again,” I teased.

  Andy moved his arm enough so that he could see me with one eye. “It’s nothing sinister, Milo. I’m not living a double life.”

  “You’re not spying for your country every Wednesday between the hours of six and eleven?”

  Andy snorted. “Definitely not.”

  “You’re not seeing anyone else?”

  Andy moved his arm off his face. “Milo, do you really think I would’ve brought you here and fucked you if I was involved with someone else?”

  “Technically, I fucked you first,” I reminded him. “The answer isn’t a simple yes or no, Andy. The guy I used to know would never do something like that, but I don’t feel like I know you anymore. You’re so secretive. If you’re not seeing someone else, then where are you going, and why can’t you tell me about it? You act like it’s something you’re ashamed of. Are you?”

  “Ashamed?” he asked then thought it over for a second. “No, I’m not ashamed, but I do worry you’ll think less of me when I tell you.”

  I cupped his head in my hands and kissed his forehead like he’d always done for me. Then I kissed the space between his eyes and the tip of his nose before I pressed my lips against his. When I pulled back, I offered the sweetest smile I could muster. “You’ll tell me whenever you’re ready. I will listen without judgment. Things will be different this time around. Some smart, handsome man told me that a while back, but I wasn’t ready to listen to him.”

  “And now?”

  “I’m ready.”


  The beautiful smile that spread across Andy’s face was breathtaking. He was right; things would be different. They would be better, we would be stronger, and we’d appreciate things more than we ever could when we were sixteen and eighteen.

  My stomach rumbled and growled, reminding me how much time had passed since lunch. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but let’s eat first.”

  “I could eat too,” Milo admitted. “That turkey club panini sounds delish.”

  When we went downstairs, I had every intention of waiting until the sandwiches were done before I started talking, but the gates opened up and words started tumbling out. Maybe because it was easier when I had something to keep my hands and eyes busy so I could avoid the disappointment I was certain to see in Milo’s expression.

  “I didn’t take our breakup as calmly as I indicated in that text message, Milo.”

  I heard his chair scraping against the linoleum as he scooted back from the table. I didn’t feel the air stir when he silently approached me, but I felt him just the same. Milo pressed his hand softly against my shoulder, then slid it down to my waist.

  “I was so wrong to push you away, Andy. I should’ve tried harder and been more patient. I think a part of me expected you to stop me from ruining us, or at least, reach out to me after we had time to miss one another,” Milo said softly.

  “But I didn’t,” I replied.

  “No, and I realized we were truly over when I didn’t hear from you after Maegan was diagnosed with cancer.”

  I hung my head in shame. That was another one of my bad judgment calls I could never take back or forgive, even if Milo did. I couldn’t begin to imagine how hard that was on all of them, especially a twin whose life was intricately woven with his sister’s. Just the thought of Faith going through chemo and radiation was enough to break my heart, but Milo lived it day in and day out. Did he feel everything Maegan went through also? I was too afraid to ask him.

  “Hey,” Milo said softly before he kissed my shoulder. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, Slugger.”

  “I know, but I do.”

  “I also didn’t mean to distract you from what you wanted to say.” Milo stepped to the right then hoisted himself up to sit on my counter so he could look at me. “Talk to me, Andy.”

  His dark-blue eyes were mesmerizing enough to lull me into a sense of comfort that made me feel like I could truly pull it off. I turned the burner down, put the lid back on the soup then stepped between his parted thighs. Milo immediately wrapped his legs around my waist, crossing his ankles behind my back and pressing his chest tight against mine. I couldn’t resist grabbing his firm ass, nor was I surprised when my dick twitched even though I’d come twice already. It was the Milo Effect in full force.

  I pressed a long, lingering kiss on his lips while searching for the right words to say. Just days before, I wasn’t willing to cut myself open and bleed for Milo when he demanded it. Maybe it was because I felt he wasn’t ready to hear it, no matter his claims. The moment felt different, and his show of faith and willingness to wait made me want to come clean with him.

  It was a story I’d told plenty of times, but only to my family and in my NA meetings. I feared I would destroy our chance at a life together if I wasn’t careful, but I also knew we couldn’t build a future on a foundation that was missing bricks. I had to fill in all the gaps, and the two of us needed to seal the cracks with mortar. Milo showed he was willing to take a leap of faith, and I wanted to reciprocate.

  I reluctantly eased back from our kiss but kept my hands on either side of his neck. I felt the way his pulse vibrated beneath his skin. Was he nervous to learn the truth, excited by our kiss, or both? For me, excitement and dread raced through my body.

  “Nothing you say will change what you mean to me,” Milo said softly. God, I wanted so much for that to be true.

  “I will understand if you change your mind,” I told him.

  “Not going to happen.”

  “After we broke up, I went to a very dark place in my head.” A look of devastation washed over his face, making me cringe. “None of this is on you, Milo. I mean it. If you want me to continue, I need you to promise me that you’ll not try to shoulder any of the blame.”

  “I can’t promise that, Andy. You already told me that I broke your heart. But,” he said, covering my mouth with his long, graceful index finger, “I will do my best to remember we were just kids.”

  What else could I really ask of him? “It wasn’t just our breakup though. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. It was so many things.”

  “I have nothing but time for you.” Milo stroked his hand over my chest to comfort me.

  “It was being away from home and all the people I loved, it was the fear that I wasn’t good enough to ever see the field, and I hated being in the closet, Milo. We can’t pretend that every person who lived in our small town supported us as a couple back in the day, but we were pretty sheltered from the worst of it by our friends and family. It wouldn’t have been that way in college. It was more and more evident each day how I could never be myself.”

  “I’m sorry,” Milo said softly. “I should’ve known better.”

  “We were sixteen and eighteen years old, Milo. Mature for our age, but we still couldn’t see past the tip of our dicks. It’s not like either of us were great communicators. We got mad, fought, then fucked our way past our trouble.” I kissed his lips to take the sting out of my words. Our relationship was more than fighting and fucking. I didn’t just lose a boyfriend; I lost my best friend.

  “At first, I told myself that our breakup was for the best. I decided to put my focus on school and baseball. I have never been the sharpest tool in the shed, so I had to work extra hard to maintain a high enough GPA.”

  “Andy, stop that,” Milo admonished softly. He always hated when I referred to myself as a dumb jock or implied that I was stupid.

  “When I wasn’t studying, I was in the weight room working out for my first season as a college ball player. It was the one thing that got me through missing my family and you.” I dropped a quick kiss on his forehead to smooth out the frown lines. “One night, I pushed myself too hard and tore up my shoulder. I knew Coach would be pissed because I had worked without a spotter, and that was against the rules, so I didn’t tell him. I iced the shoulder and tried to stretch it out like I’d seen the trainers do. My shoulder got worse instead of better, but I kept pushing myself because I didn’t want to risk my spot on the roster. Unfortunately for me, what might’ve started out as a minor injury became a torn ligament that needed surgical repair.”

  “That’s what these little scars are from on your shoulder,” Milo said then kissed them. “I’m so sorry. Did you miss the entire season?”

  I swallowed hard. “My story gets worse from here. Are you sure you’re ready to hear it?” Milo looked at me with wide eyes but nodded. “Without baseball, I spiraled into a depression. I withdrew from my teammates, started sleeping longer, skipping classes, and physical therapy for my shoulder.” I took a shaky breath then said, “And I became addicted to booze and pain pills.”

  “Baby,” Milo said tenderly.

  “I stopped giving a fuck about anything besides getting high enough to forget about my misery.” I had to close my eyes because this was the worst part of my story and would hurt Milo the most. When I reopened them, I saw that Milo had mentally braced himself to hear what I had to say.

  “Coach called me into his office one day and issued an ultimatum: I could get my act together or he’d personally turn me in to the athletic director himself. My grades were good and fucked by that point, but it wasn’t like I could play with my bum shoulder, so he made it clear I had time to get my head out of my ass for the sophomore season. He wanted to call my parents, but I promised him that I would straighten up. Then Coach personally made sure I attended my physical therapy sessions and got me a tutor for the classes I was failing.”

  “He sounds like
a great guy, Andy.”

  I nodded, but knew he’d be singing a different tune in a minute. “Coach became more than someone who blew a whistle during drills and yelled at me. He became the only person on the planet who knew I struggled and still cared about me. He was my friend. He also became my lover.”

  Wait for it…

  “That fucker,” Milo hissed. “He preyed on your loneliness and sadness. You might’ve been an adult, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t take advantage of you.”

  “I know that you and I are not going to agree on Coach’s roll in my life, but will you please listen to the rest of the story before you judge him too harshly? He didn’t just jump me one day in his office. It was something that gradually developed between us over time.”

  “How old was he, Andy?”

  “What difference does that make?” I asked. “I was a consenting adult.”

  “He was a person who abused his position of power. As your coach, he held your future in his hands along with your dick. I don’t care how old you were, it was wrong. But, I want to know just how creepy this fucker was.”

  “He was thirty-two.”

  “You’re thirty-two. Tell me, would you enter a sexual relationship with an eighteen-year-old? You know what? It’s not even so much about the age to me, Andy. He took advantage of you during a vulnerable time and that really makes me angry.”

  “Is that part of you listening without judgment?”

  Milo bit into his trembling bottom lip. I could tell he was trying to pull himself together. “Baby, I’m not judging you. He should’ve known better. I get that you’re sexy as fuck, but he broke the bonds of trust, Andy. This isn’t porn where it’s hot when the professor and college student get it on. You would face real-life consequences if word got out, and I assumed that’s what happened.”

  I nodded. “We got caught by a teammate who reported it to the athletic director and the dean. Obviously, Coach was fired—”

  “As he should’ve been,” Milo interrupted. “They didn’t try to expel you, did they?”