by Jewel E. Ann
“What? Are you crazy? I’m not making this up.”
“Prove it then.” She glares at me.
“Fine, lets go ask him if I’m lying.” I step toward the door but she grabs the handle to stop me.
“No way. You two probably have some agreement or made some deal. He’s a nice guy. I’m sure he’d do that for you. So how will I know if he’s telling the truth?”
Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Then how do you expect me to prove it to you?”
Her face scrunches as she looks to the ceiling. “I got it! Take off your top then go out there and give him a long, sensual open-mouth kiss.” She grins with mischief.
“No way! That’s ridiculous and completely stupid.”
“Suit yourself, but don’t get all doe-eyed with jealously when he’s all over me later.” She opens the door and reaches for the drinks again.
“Why do I have to take my top off?”
“A kiss is nothing more than an intimate wink, but a bare bosom says ‘remember me?’”
“Stupidest thing I have ever heard, but fine!” I untie my top and toss it on the counter.
Avery stares at me, expressionless, as if she’s not sure whether I’m bluffing or not.
I’m not.
I march out the door and when I reach the stairs Lautner looks up. His wide eyes say it all: shock. I get closer and his jaw moves as if he’s trying to speak but nothing comes out. He’s reclined in the lounge chair and I crawl up between his legs.
“Syd—”
My open mouth is on his with my tongue tracing the seam of his lips, asking for permission to enter. He obliges after a moment of hesitation. I know Avery’s watching. This is only to prove a point, and I’m enjoying it more than I should be. We’ve gone beyond public display of affection. The point was confirmed before now, but he tastes so damn good I have to force myself to stop. I release his lips and the aliens-just-landed-on-Earth look is priceless, but not nearly as much as Avery’s when I walk past her to retrieve my top.
“Satisfied?” I glare.
“Oh my God!” Her mouth drops as she gasps following me back into the kitchen. “You had sex with him?”
Securing my top, I smirk. “Told you.”
“Sam, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she asks in a hushed voice while shutting the door and taking a quick look back at Lautner.
“I knew you’d make it into more than it is.”
“Which is?” She raises her brows.
“I’m immersing myself in the local culture. You know … taking in the scenery, going on a few excursions.”
We both surrender to our impending grins and chime into a fit of giggles.
“You mean the culture is immersing itself in you.” Avery snorts.
I start to reply just as Lautner opens the door.
His eyes scan between us. I turn away and clear my throat, digging deep for some composure.
“I’m … uh … going to go …” Avery stammers, pointing outside, still grinning but not making eye contact with Lautner.
He walks toward me and I turn, backing up until the wall stops me. With the look of a predator, he captures me and I’m trapped with nowhere to go. I bite my lips together in a half-ass attempt to conceal my smile. My performance outside was for Avery, but I sense Lautner is ready to critique it. He’s a breath away. I want to press my lips to his chest and trace every muscle with my tongue, but I don’t. Instead, I bat my eyes and wait for him to make his next move.
He feathers his finger along the swell of my breast while his eyes consume me, drinking me in, one sensual pull at a time. “Interesting way of telling your sister, but I like how you handled it.”
“Yeah, well … you know, a picture’s worth a thousand words.”
He cups my breast over my bikini top and circles his thumb over my nipple which hardens instantly. “That it is, Sydney, that it is.”
The words twenty-one days flash through my mind.
Ah, screw it!
I put my hands on his chest and lean into him, kissing his pecs and gliding my fingertips over his abs like a car easing over speed bumps. His fingers tangle in my hair and a soft growl vibrates from his chest.
“Sydney, God, I want to rip those flimsy pieces of material off your body and take you against the wall, but I think your sister has seen enough today. And I’ve been getting mixed signals on the dress code. I don’t have my swim trunks, which I assumed would be a requirement with Avery here, but then you came out without—”
I giggle and push his chest. “Go get your suit. I’ll make some lunch.”
After I get done fantasizing about you nailing me to the wall!
He grabs my wrists and guides my arms around his neck then palms my ass lifting me to my tippy-toes. I melt with a soft moan of satisfaction as he kisses me. The languid stroke of his tongue against mine is sensual and consuming. He makes me teeter on the verge of losing control, yet he exhibits such bridled restraint.
“See you in a while.” He squeezes my ass while his nose brushes mine.
Thank God there’s a wall to my back, otherwise Avery would have to mop me up off the floor.
*
The moment Lautner leaves, Avery grills me on everything from the size of his penis to what I imagine our kids would look like. She’s trying to crack my resolve and convince me that being hell-bent on my future is going to lead to regret. I feel just the opposite, but it’s a point that’s been rehashed too many times, and I’m no longer in the mood to have the same argument.
We decide to have our official pool party tomorrow. Reluctantly, after my unbelievable morning with Lautner, I still make the call I promised to make. Dane is overjoyed about coming tomorrow. That makes just one of us … okay, two, counting Swarley.
“So let me get this straight. You have Lautner, who is just off-the-charts hot, and, in your words, a ‘handsome vet’ both pining for you?” Avery cuts up vegetables while I cube the salmon and season it for the kabobs.
“I don’t know if I’d say they’re pining for me.” I laugh.
“I guess I’ll be the judge of that tomorrow. Speaking of … will there be anyone else coming?”
“Hmm, maybe. I think Lautner’s friend Caden is coming.”
“Oh, is he hot?” Her whole body perks up.
“He’s hot enough. Short dark hair, maybe six feet, dark eyes, and a nice body … You’ve done worse.” I can’t hide the smirk on my face.
“What’s he do?” she asks, completely ignoring my last comment.
“I don’t know. Does it matter?”
Avery shrugs. “Not really. Only if he’s ugly. Then he has to be rich and successful to make him more appealing.”
“Jeez, you’re something else. Did it ever occur to you that you don’t have to sleep with him. Maybe you could just be here to visit me and make friends … platonic friends.”
“Okay, I could give it a try. But you have to agree to not screw Lautner while I’m here.”
“What? That’s just stupid!” I burst out, even shocking myself with my reaction. Is the idea of not having sex with Lautner for a few days really so unimaginable? After this morning, yes!
“See, you don’t want to go without sex, so why should I?”
Frustrated, I jab the bamboo skewer missing my palm by millimeters. “It’s not about going without sex like I’m some addict. It’s about me and Lautner, but for you it’s about you and sex … with anyone.”
“Low blow, Sam,” she replies as I hear the front door open.
I raise my eyebrows at her. “Maybe, but true. Am I right?” I whisper as Lautner nears the kitchen.
Avery rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
“Ladies,” Lautner chimes as he walks into the kitchen.
Just his presence raises my body temperature a few degrees. “Hey, you wanna fire up the grill? We’re just about done with the kabobs.”
I glance back at him and he has on his board shorts and a gray T-shirt that, once again, looks to
o small for his arms. Screw the kabobs, I’ll take a second helping of Lautner and be completely satisfied.
He winks at me. “You got it.”
Over lunch we fall into casual conversation, mainly about Avery and how much she loves L.A. Lautner questions us about our dad and the whole “preacher’s daughter” stereotype. The rest of the afternoon is spent in or around the pool. Lautner and I can’t keep our hands off each other, but we try to be discreet so Avery doesn’t feel uncomfortable. To my surprise and disappointment, Lautner informs me he has plans this evening with some friends from school. He extends an invitation to both me and Avery, but when I find out we would be the only girls, I decline … much to Avery’s disappointment. She is not happy, but I assure her we’ll have a girls’ night out instead and she’s once again back on board.
CHAPTER SEVEN
June 12th, 2010
It’s 2:00 a.m. and I’m startled from my sleep. Avery and I were out barhopping until after midnight. She passed out in the cab on the way back. Thankfully, the cab driver helped me get her to the door. I was on my own from there, so she’s currently on the couch because there was no way I was going to get her up to the bedroom.
I rub my eyes and listen again for the sound that woke me. I whip around to my right. There’s a tapping noise. I peek behind the curtain. Lautner’s at my window.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, opening the window. My head is heavy, still carrying a slight buzz from my evening out.
He clambers inside and shuts the window. I sit on the edge of the bed as he stands in front of me kicking off his shoes. His greedy eyes rake over my body. I grab the sheet and hold it to my chest with a sudden awareness of my breasts being so easily visible through my thin white tank.
“I had to see you.” His voice is raspy and seductive.
I watch with wide eyes as he pulls off his top and removes his shorts. Good lord! His briefs are tented, not like a one person pop-up, more like an eight person tent that you can stand in the middle of. And his eyes … fucking medusa eyes … are doing naughty things to me. I squeeze my legs together and squirm in nervous anticipation.
He drops to his knees in front of me and smirks while he tugs at the sheet I hug to my chest—a chest that’s rising and falling in rapid succession from my sky rocketing pulse.
“What’s this? Hiding something?”
I wet my dry lips as he yanks the sheet away. His gaze focuses on my exposed legs and translucent top. “You’re sexy as fuck, Sydney.”
I think I detect alcohol on his breath, but it could be mine. Alcohol and Lautner is a heady mixture, so I can’t think straight right now.
His hands slide up my bare legs, and his fingers curl into my panties peeling them off.
“Lie back.”
I swallow and ease back, keeping my knees pinned together.
“Relax, Syd,” he whispers. Grabbing my feet, he rubs his thumbs along my insteps with firm pressure. It feels so good. My muscles soften with his touch. He rests my feet on his shoulders and I suck in a deep breath. The lights are off but the moonlight filters in through the sheer shades. I’m fully exposed to him, and it’s unnerving and erotic at the same time. His once smooth face has a rough stubble to it as he sucks and licks his way up my thigh. God, I love and hate how he leisurely works me up. I don’t want it to end, but I need more than he’s giving me. My core is wet and slick for his touch. He’s so close I can feel his warm breath. I tense as his nose brushes over me and he inhales. I’m quivering with each ragged breath. He cups his hands under my knees and spreads my legs wider. The cool air on my exposed sex is replaced with his tongue.
“Aahh!” I moan, clawing at the sheets.
He pulls back and presses his lips to my inner thigh. I feel his smile against my skin. He knows what he does to me, so he does it again. This time my hips jerk from the bed, chasing his touch as his pulls away.
“Lautner.” A whimper escapes me as my hands reach for his head. Clenching his hair, I pull him to me. He doesn’t stop this time and lost in the chaos of physical ecstasy is a trace of embarrassment that I come so quickly.
He hums and moves up my body, taking my top with him. I lift my arms and fade into his gaze as he slides my tank top off. His large hand palms my ass, lifting and scooting my body farther onto the bed. Cupping my breast, he teases his tongue over my nipple. I work my foot up to his waist and hook my toe into his briefs and push down. Balancing on his knees and one arm, he pushes down the other side.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
Our mouths mesh. Tongues exploring. Hands caressing. I feel so small with his large, strong body hovering over mine. I’m aroused by the thought, but I also feel protected and safe like the world could crumble around us and I would survive in the safety of his arms.
“Sydney …” he whispers my name like a prayer as his mouth moves over my flesh.
“Don’t make me wait.” Drowning in desperation, I reach for him.
Not caring that his expert tongue just gave me an amazing orgasm, I greedily want more.
His mouth pulls from my skin and his chin drops to his chest as I stroke him. The only sound I hear is his heavy breath as his hips move with slow deliberate thrusts into my touch.
Without warning, he rolls over taking me with him. I sit up straddling his pelvis. He grasps my hips and slides me back and forth over his length. My heavy eyes close with the stimulation that’s bringing me closer to the edge again.
Lautner digs his teeth into his lower lip, watching me. “Put a condom on,” he says in a husky voice.
I’m tempted to look around the room, thinking surely he’s not talking to me. The good news is there’s nobody else in the room with us. The bad news is he’s talking to me. I suck in my lips and bite them together for a moment.
“Um … okay.” I crawl off him and sit on the edge of the bed. Taking a condom from the box, I tear it open. It’s wet, lubricated I guess. My hands are shaking.
It’s a freaking condom, Syd, just roll it on him!
I slide it back in the foil packet and set it on the nightstand. Lautner is ghosting his fingers over my back.
“Got it?” he asks.
“Uh … yeah, just a sec.” I pull out the instructions but the moonlight is not enough to read them. Reaching for my phone, I set it between my legs and illuminate the screen to see the instructions.
“Is that your phone?”
“Yes … uh … thought I got a message. Just a sec.”
1. Carefully tear open the package, don’t use scissors, teeth … blah, blah, blah.
Good.
2. Making sure the roll-ring is on the outside, place condom on the head of the penis.
Okay.
3. Make sure to leave space at the tip for the semen.
Good idea.
4. Gently squeeze tip to prevent air from being trapped inside.
This isn’t sounding as easy as it seems.
“Syd, what are you …” Lautner rolls toward me and I try to hurry and get the instructions back in the box. “What the—Are you reading the instructions?” he asks incredulously.
“Yes … I mean, no.” I snatch the condom and crawl back on the bed. He lies back with his arms clasped behind his head. I sense his smirk but I don’t want to ruin the moment so I keep my eyes focused on what I’m doing. After I successfully roll it on, I can’t help but smile at my handiwork. It’s the artist in me.
“Not bad.” He chuckles and I’m snapped out of my reverie.
“Are you laughing at me again?” I start to move off him and he grabs my arms and hugs me to his chest, our faces nearly touching.
“You’re adorable,” he murmurs.
I roll my eyes. “Puppies are adorable. I’m a disaster. How did I go from being ‘sexy as fuck’ to ‘adorable?’”
His lips capture mine while his hands slide to my head holding me close. Our bodies shift again. I’m on my back and he’s kissing me with renewed passion. With a gentle hold, he hikes my leg up
and sinks down, filling me one agonizingly slow inch at a time. The deep appreciative sigh I hear from him blends with my own soft moans. He moves in me and I feel like I’m being transported to another dimension. It’s a feeling I’ve only felt with Lautner—his body reading mine, giving me what I need without asking. I don’t want him to ever stop.
When he finds his release, I move in desperation to find mine that is so close but just out of reach. His head falls to my shoulder and my nails dig into his butt as his movements slow.
“I got ya,” he mumbles with his lips brushing over my skin, nipping and sucking. A little pressure from his fingers circling my clitoris and I’m gone.
“Yes, oh, yes!” I pant.
*
Light flashes as my eyes squint open. I’m oblivious to the time and confused as to why I haven’t been awakened by Swarley. What I do know is that I feel warm and cozy and there’s a soothing rhythm in my ear. I’m sprawled out on Lautner’s chest and I’ve never felt so at peace. Ever so slowly, I tilt my head up to see his face. I’m met with blue irises.
He smiles. “Good morning.”
I grin. “Good morning. How long have you been awake?”
“Awhile.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Because I like the feel of your sexy, little, naked body draped across mine.” He brushes my hair away from my eyes. “And then there is your long dark hair fanned out in all directions. You look like a goddess.”
“Hmm, well, I like the feel of this too.”
The tips of his fingers strum along my back. “So Sam is your nickname? Why?”
“Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham. It’s my favorite book … Sam I am.”
Lautner tickles my sides making me squirm and wriggle. “Liar!”
I giggle. “Okay, okay, it’s my initials, Sydney Ann Montgomery. Avery started calling me Sam when she was old enough to figure out that my initials are Sam. My friends heard her calling me it, so after a while they started calling me Sam too.”
“But you like Sydney better?” he asks.
I feather my fingers over the thin hair on his chest. “Yes, it was my mom’s middle name.”
“Mmm. Sam and Sully,” he chuckles.
