The Mitchell Sisters: A Complete Romance Series (3-Book Box Set)

by Samantha Christy

  I was quiet in the truck on the way home. I still couldn’t believe that she said what she did in the restaurant. All kinds of things were going through my head. Is my room a mess? When did I wash my sheets last? How many condoms do I have? Is this too soon for her?

  She was quiet as well, and I wished, more than anything, that I could have been inside her head. We held hands and smiled at each other while we contemplatively listened to the radio. But I wasn’t going to pressure her with any undue expectations. If she was going to back out of it, that was okay with me.

  So as we stand here and she looks up at me for direction with those innocent eyes, I question whether or not she really wants to go through with it. I bring my hand up and secure it behind her neck. She presses into my hand, closing her eyes briefly as her skin prickles under my touch. “We won’t do anything you aren’t ready for, Bay,” I tell her. “Anytime you want to stop, just say the word and I will. I promise.”

  She smiles at me and then she jumps up and wraps her arms around my neck. I catch her and pull her against my body, holding her up by her ass as her legs secure her against me. We are eye to eye and mouth to mouth as she breathes into me, “Take me upstairs, Gavin.”

  I’m instantly hard. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard four words that have turned me on more than those. I obligingly carry her up the stairs, hoping I didn’t leave shit all over the floor of my room in my nervous attempt to look good for her tonight.

  She’s never been in my room. Lots of girls have been in my bedroom before, but never one I really cared about. Never one I wanted to keep here longer than it took for a quick lay. I breathe a sigh of relief when I push the door open and quickly scan the room to see that I didn’t leave any dirty underwear lying around. My bed is a little tousled and there are some shoes strewn about the floor, but other than that, I think any mom would be proud.

  I walk through the doorway with Baylor still firmly attached to my body. She flips on the light and shuts the door behind us. Then she looks over at the bed.

  “We have all the time in the world, Baylor.” I lean into her to run my nose down the side of her jaw. I suck on the flesh underneath her ear and she shudders into me. My lips come back around to find hers. She tastes like spearmint; always spearmint. I push my tongue inside her mouth and she catches it with her lips, mimicking the act I think we’re about to perform.

  Damn, that’s hot.

  She runs her hands along my back from my hair down to my waist and untucks my dress shirt. Then with trembling fingers she slowly unbuttons it, revealing my plain white t-shirt underneath. She asks, “Can I take it off you?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I reply. I reluctantly put her down and then she pushes my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She grabs the hem of my t-shirt, pushing it up my body. I reach behind my neck and grab onto it, pulling it up and over my head.

  She stares at my bare chest, her mouth slightly open while her eyes peruse every ridge and ripple of my torso. It makes me feel like a fucking king the way she is fondling me with her eyes. When she places her hands on my skin, I quiver under her touch. The electricity that runs from her fingertips all the way through me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Her hands trace the path that her eyes laid seconds ago. Feeling her hands on me like this has me wondering just how I’m going to be able to take it when she touches me in other places.

  “Do you want me to take mine off, too?” she asks seductively.

  I wonder what the hell happened to my shy girlfriend. She’s been taking control this entire night. It’s as if she’s on a mission—one that I desperately want to go on with her. This is all so new and different. I’m in charge. I’m always in charge—except with her, apparently. And surprisingly, I’m okay with that.

  “Yes, but I’ll take it off for you.” I wink down at her as she blushes.

  Good, I’m happy to know that seductive Baylor didn’t totally replace sheepish Baylor.

  Of course, her shirt is actually a dress and I’m fully aware that once I remove it, I’ll be seeing her without clothes for the first time. I wrap my hands around her to find the zipper at the base of the V, high up on the back of her dress. Before I reach it, I take the time to roam my hands around the parts of her shoulder blades that are peeking out from behind the velvety-green material. God, I love her back, it is so soft, just like the rest of her.

  I turn her around so that I’m facing her back. Then I lower the zipper in a painfully-slow motion that has my breath hitching when I uncover the back of her black lacy bra. My dick throbs into the fly of my khakis as I continue to lower the zipper down to the top part of the matching lacy panties. When she shrugs her shoulders out of the dress and it falls to pool at her feet, I see that her panties are really a thong that reveals the perfectly rounded globes of her ass.

  I think I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven. “You are beautiful, darlin’,” I say, resisting the urge to go straight for her ass and putting my hands under her hair up by her shoulders instead.

  She backs up to me, pressing her glorious behind into the front of my pants. She leans fully into me and cranes her head around so that I can kiss her waiting lips. We stand and kiss like this for a minute while I wonder exactly what I should do next that won’t make her uncomfortable.

  I reach around and grab her tits that I’ve felt several times over the past few weeks. I feel her hard nipples under the lacy material of her bra and when I tug on them, a deep, needy moan comes from her throat. She quickly turns around, pulling my mouth hard against hers.

  She runs her hands up and down the bare flesh of my back as our kisses become more demanding. I reach around and unclasp her bra as our tongues tangle together, my dick now throbbing to the point of pain in its current state of captivity.

  Reading my mind, Baylor steps back and moves her hands to the button on my khakis. As she shakily fumbles with my button and fly, I get the first peek at the front of her and it’s no less disappointing than her backside. The only thing left covering her is a tiny black triangle of fabric.

  I step out of my pants and push them aside with my foot. Then my hands come up to caress her milky-white tits as her head falls back slightly and her breathing accelerates. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me, each of us being separated only by a little cotton. Her bare chest against mine feels amazing and I hold us tightly together. I lean down and whisper into her hair, “Are you okay, darlin’?”

  She nods into my chest and answers me with a kiss on my neck. “I’m perfect.”

  I walk her backwards to the bed and turn off the light next to it so that the room dims. It’s not so dark that I can’t see her, but dark enough that I think she won’t be self-conscious. When the backs of her legs touch the bed, I gently push her down so that she’s sitting on the edge. I’m now painfully aware that she is at eye-level with my crotch, which is not what I had intended. I don’t want her to think she has to handle me tonight. It’s about her. I want to make this so damn special that she never wants to even look at another man.

  She surprises me when she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulls them down, allowing my dick to spring out proud and hard. She stares at my erection. Then she looks up at me. “Show me how you want me to touch you.”

  Is this goddess for real? Never has anyone asked me how I like to be jacked off. “Baylor, you don’t have to do that. I want this night to be about you.” I lean down to kiss her.

  “What? That’s crazy,” she says. “We’re in this together and I want you to have as much fun as I’m having.”

  I smile big. I smile because she’s told me she is having fun. I was wondering if she was just wanting to do this and get it over with. I’ve heard stories about girls’ first times and how it can be painful. I cringe knowing that I might bring her any discomfort. She sees my hesitation and grabs my dick.

  Whoa! I almost come on the spot feeling her small soft hand surrounding my throbbing shaft. She’s not even moving
her hand and I’m about to jizz.

  “Show me,” she demands.

  I gently remove her hand and climb onto the bed next to her. “Have you done this before?” I’m not entirely sure I want to know the answer.

  She nods. “Yes, but it was quick and awkward and I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right.” I can tell she’s blushing even in the dim light. “But I want to do it right with you.”

  I’m struggling between two emotions. Happy because she wants to take the time to learn how to pleasure me. Fucking pissed off because she’s touched some other guy’s snake. Probably the asswipe’s.

  “What is it?” she asks, seeing the stern look on my face.

  “Nothing.” I kiss her neck. “I just don’t like thinking about you with anyone else,” I confess.

  She giggles. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “I know, I know, I’m a goddamn hypocrite,” I say. “But when I look at you. When I even think of you. There is only one word that comes to mind.” I lean down to her ear and whisper, “Mine.”

  The hitch in her breath is audible and she presses her body into me. “Gavin, you don’t have to worry about any other guy.” Then she unabashedly grabs my dick and looks up at me. “It goes both ways, you know. Mine,” she says giving me a squeeze.

  Holy fuck, I love this girl.

  Oh, my God . . . I love this girl. My mind turns upside down with this realization. The realization that I’m not just thinking this because she’s got my dick in her hand and is about to make me come. But the absolute certainty that she is the only girl I ever want to do this with for the rest of my life. Holy shit!

  “Show me,” she says again, slowly moving her hand along my shaft as I try to push my epiphany into the back of my mind for now.

  I put my hand over hers and show her how to rub me. Most girls just squeeze hard and tug, usually rubbing too hard, but I teach her how to rub up and down, mostly around the head, with light and fast strokes that quickly have me chasing my climax.

  I release my hand from on top of hers and clutch the sheet next to me as she expertly continues to stroke me exactly the way I showed her. Pleasure coils through my gut as she brings me to the brink of explosion. Then my jaw clenches and my legs stiffen as pure liquid heat pulsates out of me onto my chest and her hand.

  As I recover from the best hand job of my life, I watch her sweet face smile with the satisfaction that she has brought me to my knees. What did I ever do to get so goddamn lucky?

  Once I’ve caught my breath, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I run a towel under warm water and bring it back to the bed. I take Baylor’s hand in mine and wipe her up. Then I wipe off my chest and throw the towel on the floor. “That was incredible, Bay.”

  “Really?” she asks with a hint of insecurity.

  I lay her down and climb over her, her scrap of lace still separating us. “Baylor.” I look directly into her eyes. “That was the best. You are the best.” I lean down and kiss her before a blush can overtake her beautiful face. I gently place some of my weight on her as I hold her hands out to the side, claiming her mouth and her neck and her shoulders with my lips.

  She groans underneath me as she grinds her hips up into me. I start to grow hard once again. “You can touch me, Gavin,” she whispers when our lips part. “It’s okay. I want you to.”

  “Where do you want me to touch you, darlin’?”

  “Everywhere,” she breathes into me.

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

  I work my kisses down to her chest and take her nipple into my mouth as she writhes underneath me. While I’m busy kissing, licking and sucking her tits, my hand works its way down south to her skimpy panties. I rub her over the material to find it drenched in her juices. Then I use one hand to shimmy them down her hips. When they get to the point where they are out of my reach, she uses her feet to remove them completely. I raise my head from her chest and stare down at the gorgeous specimen under me. “Baylor, you are gorgeous.”

  She runs her hands through my hair. “You’re the gorgeous one, Gavin.”

  Never have those words meant more to me than hearing them come from her lips. My dick is hard as steel again when I reach out and touch her for the first time. I watch her face to make sure she’s still okay with this as I slip a finger between her saturated folds. Her head falls back onto my pillow and rolls from side to side as I work my finger slowly inside of her.

  She moans as I insert a second finger while resuming my kisses on her chest. “Oh, Gavin . . .” her tight muscles clench around my fingers as I add a third to make sure she is ready for me. “Please . . .” she begs.

  I reach over to my bedside table and remove a condom from the drawer. I bring it up and show it to her. “Darlin’, are you sure you want to do this?”

  She smiles up at me. “Gavin, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

  Thump. My heart stops beating for a second as I look down at my girl who is putting so much trust in me to take care of her. I want to tell her. I want to tell her how I feel about her right now. But I don’t want to mess this up, so I keep my mouth shut and sit up to roll on the condom.

  I climb on top of her and stare into the dark-and-lidded eyes on her face that is strained with want and need. I reach down and gently guide myself into her, watching her every nuance to make sure she is alright. I’m not very far in when she begs, “Gavin, do it. Please, just do it!”

  On her plea, I thrust inside her and she winces, causing me to pull out slightly. She grabs my ass and holds me deep inside her. “It’s okay, I’m okay,” she says. The tear rolling down her cheek makes me want to hit something. “Just let me get used to you for a minute.”

  I hold completely still, but I lean down and feather kisses along her jaw and under her ear, all the while whispering declarations of her alluring beauty. My dick twitches within her as I savor the feeling of how she molds snugly around me. I think of how lucky I am to be the first person to do this with her. I know right now, that I also want to be the last.

  I can feel her relax when her knees fall open wide. She brings her hands up, trailing them along my back and into my hair. I look at her for direction. “You can move now,” she says.

  I ever-so-slowly move my hips up and down, letting her get used to the foreign feeling of having me inside her. She’s so tight and perfect that if I hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, I would this very second. I want to make this good for her. Her first time should be meaningful and nice, not just a quick romp in the sack. Her hips start to move beneath me, coming up to meet mine and setting a rhythm between us that is connecting us on some surreal level.

  Nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing.

  I keep up the slow and steady pace for minutes, watching her fall into a trance of pleasurable moans. When she reaches up to clench the pillow under her head, I know she must be close. I put my weight on one elbow and reach between us to find her clit, rubbing long and slow circles on it as I watch her begin to fall apart beneath me.

  She suddenly opens her eyes and stares at me with a look of surprise right before her walls clench down on me and she comes with a muffled scream into my shoulder. Her gratified exaltations send me over the edge and I stiffen with my own climax, yelling out her name as I fill the condom inside her.

  I collapse on top of her as we both struggle to catch our breath. Who knew it could be like this?

  Un-fucking-believable.

  I bury my face in her chest, my head shaking back and forth.

  “Gavin, is something wrong?”

  “I need to tell you something,” I say.

  She stiffens. “Oh, God . . . the condom broke, didn’t it?”

  “No, it’s not that,” I say.

  “You’re scaring me,” she says. “Was it not what you expected?”

  “No, it wasn’t.” I pick my head up off her chest and look at her. Her eyes are pools of unshed tears. “It wasn’t what I expected at all, darlin’. And it scares the s
hit out of me, too.”

  She cocks her beautiful head to the side and studies my face with her glistening eyes.

  I take a deep breath before I put my heart on the line. Before I hand it over to the only girl that I ever want to hold it. I bring my hand up and cup her cheek, running my thumb along her jaw. “I love you, Baylor Mitchell.”

  The tears that had not yet fallen from her eyes, flow out and roll down the sides of her head. I reach up to catch them, praying to God that she feels the same way about me.

  She just keeps nodding at me, tears flowing out of her eyes. She finally says, “Yes . . . yes . . . I love you, too, Gavin.”

  I smile. She cries. We sleep.

  chapter fifteen

  I watch her in the soft light of the rising dawn. I haven’t slept but a few hours. All I can do is stare at her while she sleeps. She is beautiful. She is innocent. She is mine.

  My mind keeps going back to last night, to after she let me take her virginity. I half expected tears of regret, but it was quite the opposite. She surprised me with her admission of how wonderful I made the event for her. That it was better than she could have imagined. I suppose the fact that she orgasmed has something to do with it. She did shed some tears, but only over our mutual declarations of love.

  We fell asleep holding each other. It was a foreign feeling, one I want to experience more of, but only with her. Only with Baylor. Last night was the first time I’d ever wanted a girl to stay the night. Hell, if I’m being honest, it wasn’t that I wanted her to stay—it was more like a primal need.

  As she begins to stir, I trace her face with my eyes. I take in the light spattering of freckles across her nose that I can now see in the morning light streaming through my window. Her lips are still puffy with the evidence of our carnal lust for each other. The shape of her jaw reminds me of the bottom of a heart and her high cheekbones flatter her perfectly-sized face.