Worth the Risk (Blue Falls #2)

by Stella James

  *

  We arrive at The Astoria and are seated at a small table in the corner of the restaurant. The dining room is nearly full but set up in a way that doesn’t feel crowded. We talk comfortably throughout the meal, things never feel forced with Sophie. She tells me about the recipes she’s been experimenting with, she hopes that Olive will include some of them in her holiday menu. Her face lights up when I tell her about how I spent my day tediously assembling baby furniture. Sophie will be an amazing mother and I’m surprised when the thought itself doesn’t paralyze me with fear.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a restaurant this nice before,” she says as she admires the dining room. “The place I used to work at seems like a complete dive compared to this.”

  “Is that where you learned to bake?”

  “Oh, God no,” she laughs. “That place really was a dive. I only took the job there so I could get my own apartment.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Eighteen. I had just been booted out of my current foster home and I needed a job. I didn’t want to stay at the women’s shelter longer than I had to so I took the first available position I found,” she says it casually as if an eighteen year old woman alone and living in a shelter is normal.

  “What exactly do you mean you were booted out Sophie?” I can feel my temper flaring at the idea of someone mistreating Sophie, even if it was before I knew her.

  “Well, I spent a little bit of time in foster care when I was a teenager. The last home I was in was my third. They were all pretty good to be honest, but I guess when I turned eighteen my foster parents didn’t see the point in keeping me around if I wasn’t attached to a pay check. I came home one day and found my stuff in the hallway,” she reaches across the table and places her hand on mine. “It’s okay Trace, things weren’t always easy but it could have been so much worse. I’m happy to be where I am today. In this beautiful restaurant, with you,” she smiles at me and I can feel the tension in my body easing.

  “I hate that you had to go through any of that shit Sophie, to be honest, it fucking guts me.”

  “And I appreciate that. But I don’t want to be defined by things that were beyond my control. It’s all in the past now and I choose to look forward.”

  Just then the waiter comes by with the dessert tray. “Forget about it for now Trace, and buy me some dessert,” she says with a wink.

  *

  I pay the bill and wait in line at the coat check when I look over to where Sophie stands and instantly see red. Some slick looking bastard is leaning towards her and she’s actually laughing at whatever the jerk is saying. Oh hell no. I throw my ticket at the poor kid behind the desk and swipe our coats from his hand before I stomp like a raging bull to where they are standing. I slide my arm around her waist and pull her tightly to me. It’s possessive and probably unnecessary but I don’t give a shit.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Trace!” Sophie is obviously embarrassed by my lack of manners. I’ll apologize later. Maybe.

  Now that I’m up close I can see he’s a bit older. It doesn’t take a genius to see that his suit alone probably costs more than my rent. He holds his hand out and actually grins. The fucker grins at me.

  “Ah, you must be the aforementioned date. I’m Walker Powell, I own this hotel,” he says.

  I begrudgingly shake his hand. Probably harder than I need to but fuck it, I can’t help myself.

  “You’re a very lucky man. Sophie, it was a pleasure to meet you. If you’ll excuse me I better finish making my rounds.”

  I give him a curt nod while Sophie returns his sentiments with a warm smile. I do not like Walker fucking Powell. I look down at Sophie to see her eyes lit up with amusement. She turns in my arms and wraps her hands behind my neck.

  “Was that jealousy, Trace?” She asks before kissing me softly.

  “Mmph. He was too close to you Sophie, I don’t like that shit.”

  “There’s only one man that I want to be with Trace, and that’s you,” she says.

  I feel like a child who’s being placated. But if it means her hands are on me, she can placate me all she wants.

  “I’m new to this Sophie, I don’t think I’ve ever felt jealous before. But with you I feel so God damn possessive, like at any minute someone could take you from me. It messes with me head.”

  “I’m with you because I want to be. No one is going to take me from you because there is no one else that I’d rather be with. I make my own choices and you’re going to have to trust me if this is going to work between us. You can’t act like you’re ready to murder every single man who comes within a two foot radius of my body.”

  “You’re right, I’m sorry I was an asshole to your new friend,” I say.

  “You are forgiven,” she laughs before her lips are on mine right there in the middle of the lobby.

  “Let’s get out of here sweet Sophie.” My intentions are clear and this is her chance to ask me to take her home. She kisses me again and whispers her answer against my cheek.

  “Yes please.”

  We make it to my apartment in record time. It isn’t much but the building is older so the rent is cheap. I want to build something of my own eventually but for now this is enough for me. The building itself is an old warehouse and like many of the buildings in town, it was converted when its original purpose was no longer useful. My studio apartment is on the top floor, I lead Sophie to the old elevator and close the gate behind us. The minute we start moving up, I’m on her. I press her against the wall and cage her in with my body. I can feel every one of her curves while I take her mouth with mine. I grab her gorgeous ass and hoist her up.

  “Wrap your legs around me baby.” Her heels dig into my back as we continue to taste each other. The elevator rings, I reach behind me and pull up the gate without breaking our connection. We make our way down the hall, a mess of heavy gasping and eager moans. I need to be inside her like I need my next breath. I turn her so that her back is to my door and unlock it, kicking it shut behind us. I break our kiss and tilt my head back enough to see her eyes. The violet pools are now dark and desperate. A reflection of my own I’m sure.

  “I can’t stop Sophie, I want you too fucking bad,” I gently bite the skin on her neck and soothe the mark with my tongue.

  “I don’t want you to stop Trace, I need it to be you. I’ve never wanted to give it to anyone until now and I’m glad I waited this long.”

  Wait, what?

  Realization dawns on me and I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. I know that Sophie doesn’t have a lot of experience but I wasn’t prepared for the truth now staring me in the face.

  “Sophie, are you a virgin?”

  She looks down and then back up into my eyes and nods.

  “Please Trace, I want it to be you,” she places her soft lips against my ear and undoes me with words that I will never forget. “I’ve been waiting for you, Trace.”

  *

  I carry her to my bed and she slowly slides down my body. Every part of her is soft where I am hard.

  “I’m going to make this good for you baby, I promise. Do you trust me?”

  “Of course I trust you.” No hesitation.

  I slowly pull the zipper down her back, brushing my knuckles against her smooth skin as I go. I push the fabric over her hips and let the dress fall, the rising of her chest brings my eyes to her beautifully bare breasts. She stands before me, her porcelain skin glowing against the scrap of dark red lace covering her sweet virgin pussy. I take her hand, helping her to step out of the dress and out of her shoes.

  “Lay on the bed Sophie. I need to see you.”

  She backs up until her head rests on the pillows, I remain fully clothed as I grab the sides of the flimsy fabric covering up the last of her skin and slide them down her legs slowly. She is completely bare to me now as I stand back and take in every inch of her from her painted toes to the soft auburn curls between her legs. The fact that I am
the only man who has ever seen her like this fills me with primal satisfaction. I want to be gentle with her and take my time worshipping her body but I can feel my control slipping. I grab the hem of my shirt and yank it over my head, adding it to her dress on the floor. I go for my pants next when she suddenly sits up.

  “What is it Sophie?”

  She slides to the edge of the bed until she’s kneeling on the mattress in front of me. “Let me undress you,” she says.

  She tugs the button on my pants and slowly unzips them, pushing them to the floor. I kick them off along with my shoes and socks. She stares at the raging bulge behind my tight boxers and licks her full lips. Fucking kill me. She gently pulls them down, releasing my painfully hard cock, her eyes widen as she takes in my full length.

  “Back up on the bed baby and spread your legs, I want to see all of you.”

  She leans back and complies and as her legs part I can see her own wetness on her inner thighs. I carefully crawl up the bed until my body hovers above hers. I can feel the heat from between her legs, the scent of her arousal is like a drug I didn’t know I needed. I know that once I start, I won’t be able to stop until I’m buried deep inside of her.

  “Tell me you want this Sophie, because one time with you won’t be nearly enough to satisfy me.”

  Her gaze meets mine, her eyes dark with desire and need.

  “Please Trace, I want this with you. I want all of you,” she says.

  Our lips meet with the ferocity of two people consumed with need. I swallow every moan and every gasp that comes from her sweet mouth. I need to taste all of her. I graze my teeth along her neck and down to her heaving chest. I slowly pull each one of her delicious nipples in between my teeth, her hands sink into my hair urging me on while her hips thrust up to meet mine. I can feel her arousal dripping along my cock. I keep up my path all the way down to her pussy and take one long swipe with my tongue. Never in my life have I tasted something so good. I part her pink folds and plunge my tongue inside her snug opening, taking more of her sweet honey with me every time. She bucks up against me and digs her nails into my shoulders, hard enough to leave her mark on my skin. Every time I see those marks I’ll be reminded of what heaven tastes like.

  I use my tongue to press small circles against her swollen clit while I fuck her with two fingers. I want her to fall apart beneath me, I want her to feel my touch long after tonight. I feel her clench around me as I massage her clit with the pad of my thumb. Her whole body is tense as my name falls from her lips in a strangled cry. I remove my fingers and lap up every drop of her orgasm. Her breathing slows as I make my way back up her trembling body and press my lips to hers.

  “Fucking beautiful Sophie.”

  I reach for the condom on the nightstand, tear it open and quickly sheath my raging cock. I flip onto my back and bring her with me, her thighs hug me firmly on either side.

  “Trace, I don’t know what to do,” her voice is hoarse and uncertain. I pull her down and kiss her softly.

  “I need you on top baby, I don’t trust myself to go slow.”

  She props herself up slightly on her knees as I guide my cock to her entrance. Her eyes close tightly as she slides down my length slowly, one agonizing inch at a time until I am met with her barrier. The feeling is indescribable. I am honoured to be the man that she is choosing to give herself to and I know that as long as I’m breathing, I’ll do whatever it takes to be the only man. I grip her hips and thrust up to meet her in one quick motion so that I am buried completely inside of her. She’s so fucking tight, I nearly black out. Her breath comes in short gasps until the sting of pain subsides and her body relaxes around me.

  “Eyes on me Sophie.”

  She looks down at me, her copper red hair drapes over her chest and I swear I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. I hold her gaze, my hand still grips her hips tightly as I rock her back and forth. Her hands remain on my shoulders as she holds herself up and gives into the rhythm. Any uncertainty she had is replaced with desire as her tight pussy sucks me in. She bites her bottom lip as she brings her hands up and began massaging her tits, plucking her pink nipples. Jesus Christ, there is no way I am going to last. Sophie might have been innocent before tonight but the woman currently riding my dick is a damn sex goddess.

  “Fuck Sophie, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “Trace, I want to cum with you inside me, I’ve never felt this way before, I can feel you everywhere.” Sex. Goddess. I place my hand where our bodies are joined and rub her clit as she slides up and down my cock, her hands now digging into my chest as I begin to feel her tighten against me. She throws her head back and cries my name as she pulses around me. Her body folds down onto mine. I roll us over and pump into her in two hard thrusts before I feel my own release. I growl her name between my teeth as I cum harder than I ever have. I wanted to ruin Sophie for any other man but I’m pretty sure that she just ruined me.

  Chapter 10

  Sophie

  I open my eyes and press back into the very impressive erection currently nestled against my backside. Trace has his arm wrapped securely around me, his hand on my naked breast. I smile at the memory of last night. I knew from the first kiss that Trace would be impressive in all areas of intimacy but nothing prepared me for what I felt last night. The way my body lit up under his strong hands made me believe without a doubt that he’s the one I’ve been waiting for. His grip on me tightens as he places a kiss on the back of my shoulder.

  “If you don’t stop grinding that gorgeous ass against me I’m never going to let you leave this bed,” he speaks against my skin, the scruff along his jaw gives me a shiver that covers every inch of my body. I roll over to face him and trail my finger along the swirls of ink that cover his muscular chest.

  “Maybe I don’t want to leave this bed,” I say, bringing my lips to his neck. He moans deep in his throat as I roll him onto his back and begin kissing a trail down his chest. Trace makes me feel bold and I want to know that I can make him just as crazy as he makes me. I pull the sheet down as I go until he lays there gloriously naked.

  “Trace?”

  “Mm, yeah baby?”

  I take him in my hand and lick the small drop of cum from the tip of his very hard cock.

  “Tell me what you want. Do you want to feel my mouth around you?”

  “Fuck yes, I want your hot little mouth around my cock,” he groans.

  His hands grip my hair as I take him as far as I can, running my tongue along the bottom of his length. I move my hand back and forth as I suck him in and out. His grip tightens but the sting only urges me to take him further until I can feel his shaft hit the back of my throat. I swallow hard and receive a very appreciative groan in return. Before I know it Trace pulls me up and has me underneath him. He drapes one of my legs over his arm before he drives deep inside me.

  “You’re wet Sophie, did it turn you on taking my cock in your mouth?”

  I moan as he pulls back and thrusts back inside of me. He’s so deep, I can’t form the words necessary to tell him what he wants to hear.

  “Tell me Sophie, tell me how much you loved sucking my cock.” Every thrust feels deeper than the last. I am so close to falling apart. I gasp my response as he takes me closer to the edge.

  “Oh God Trace, I loved tasting your cock! I’m so close, don’t stop!”

  I feel the strain in every single muscle in my body followed by an equally powerful sensation of relief. My eyes are closed tight, my back bows off the bed. Trace takes every piece of me as his name falls from my lips. His speed quickens and he grunts through his own release, his teeth sharp against my skin. I float back down from bliss as he slows his movements and stops completely. We stay the way we are, his mouth takes mine in a slow sensual kiss that I can feel right down to my soul. The beating of his heart is so strong I could swear it was in my own chest.

  “Sophie? I’m sorry babe but we didn’t use a condom,” he looks nervous and unsure.
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  “I know. I’m on birth control if that’s what you’re worried about, and…..I trust you Trace.”

  He exhales his relief and gently pulls out, rolling over and taking me with him so that I am curled into his side.

  “I’ve never gone bare before, I don’t want you to be worried about anything,” he says.

  “I’m not worried, I like the idea of there being nothing between us.” He searches my eyes and seems satisfied with my response, he mutters something about a sex goddess before he takes my lips again and pulls me from the bed towards the bathroom where we have a very long, very memorable shower.

  *

  After our night together Trace and I spent the whole day together just lounging around his apartment. He wasn’t back on shift for the next couple of days and I didn’t have to be at the café until the following morning. We ordered takeout for supper and watched a movie before he took me home. He asked me to spend the night but I had to be at work early and I needed clothes anyways. He grumbled but accepted my decision when I promised to bake him something delicious to make up for it.

  The café is busy today but I manage to catch Olive before I leave for the day and ask her about the holiday menu items. She agrees to take a look at some of my samples and surprises me by admitting that she wouldn’t mind slacking off a bit and passing some of the baking on to someone else. None of the other employees really show an interest so she tells me that if my samples are good we can work out a more permanent deal, not just for the holidays. I’m excited to get something together for her. I may not have professional training but I know that I have more to offer than toasting bagels and pouring coffee, I just need the chance to prove it.

  I’m anxious to get home and whip a few things up. I leave the café with a smile on my face and as I’m just about to turn down the street I look up and see that Trace is parked out front. He’s leaning against his truck and of course, looks ridiculously sexy.