Good Vibrations

by S. L. Scott

  CHAPTER 17

  ~ Evan ~

  Mallory Wray is stunning, especially when she goes after what she wants.

  “I know you said you’d be good, but do you think you might be a little bad for me?” she asks. Her cheeks turn the perfect shade of rose petal pink, embarrassed for being direct.

  I could easily give her all she wants right now. I want the same, but she deserves more than a few tried and true smooth moves and a certain perfected smile. I have to use my mind with her which turns me on so fucking much.

  Exhaling loudly, I’m frustrated that my conscience has decided to intervene. The words fall from my lips before I have a chance to stop them. “I want to be with you so bad, baby, but I think we should wait.” She moves a few inches higher on the bed, purposely positioning the apex of her thighs right above my mouth. “Are you trying to drop a hint here?” I ask.

  “Am I being too subtle?” She tilts her pelvis up and taps me on the chin… twice.

  “Subtlety is my specialty.”

  “Really? I never took you as the subtle type,” she says, mocking me.

  “Watch out little girl, I can do subtle.” I look her in the eyes and take her challenge. Taking her panties in hand, I, oh so slowly, slide them down. I lift up on bended knees and start removing them from her ankles when she playfully kicks them off and they go flying over my head. “That’s not so subtle,” I tease. “Oh, screw subtlety!” I pin her ankles to the bed beside me and bend forward.

  Giddiness overcomes her, but her impatience shines through. She tilts her middle up toward my mouth again.

  I don’t do this. I don’t go down on women. I have done it before, years ago, when I was a horny-assed teenager in high school. But even then I did it only to my girlfriend at the time, never casually and never to a girl I was fucking for the week. It’s way too personal for that. But this is different, not cavalier at all. Mallory has awakened something in me that’s long been dormant.

  Desire bubbles inside of me. I haven’t desired anyone in years. I’ve lusted and I’ve always gotten what I lusted after. But desire, desire feels like an old friend that I didn’t know I missed until it returned. I desire this girl. I need to taste this girl. It’s something I mistakenly didn’t do the first couple of times we were together. I took her for granted. I won’t make that mistake again.

  I adjust my scruffy face toward her wet center. The phrase ‘be careful what you wish for because you just might get it’ comes to mind. I dip my tongue, worried this might be the end of me in the best of ways. I want her like I’ve never wanted any woman before in my life. I just don’t want to screw this up. I need her to like this, to like me.

  The first contact makes my head swim as she wriggles and releases a quiet moan. I take her by the hips, holding her down. I want her to feel how beautifully connected we are. I stiffen my tongue and swirl it quickly where I know she’ll react. I start to relax and indulge by bringing my tongue into my mouth and savoring her sweetness. My eyes close at the sensation, and I quickly delve back in wanting to devour her. Her hips move beneath my hands as I lick. In this moment, I can be everything she needs me to be and use my tongue to make love to her.

  “Oh God! Yes!” She cries out.

  Surprised by such a strong verbal response, I back up and slip two fingers inside. She thrusts with pleasure, grabbing my hair tightly in her hands and squeezes, tugs, pulls, and encourages me. I’m not done with her. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck.

  She’s not pleased by the pause in action, and looks up. When she sees what I’m doing, her mouth drops open, and she watches as I push them into her again, methodically, while resting my other hand on her abdomen. I watch as she tosses her head back, panting. I’ve never felt possessive over a girl, ever, but this girl is different. She challenges me in so many ways and owning her so completely right now makes me feel powerful just from the thought.

  “Look at me, Mallory,” I demand, but keep my voice low.

  Her head shoots up and our eyes meet as I swirl my tongue around her gloriousness. The sounds of her pleasure make my cock throb, so I press it into the mattress seeking some kind of relief. My body seems to have its own agenda and I’m thinking this mattress isn’t going to satisfy that need. She drops her head against the pillow maintaining our eye contact. Her eyes look how mine feel, heavy with lust, but a depth of something more hidden behind the beautiful color.

  The grip on my locks tightens, but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure I’m receiving from this simple act of intimacy. That’s it. That’s why I haven’t done this in forever. This is something I can do to her to show my feelings through my body. This is intimacy. I think my heart stopped at the exact second I discovered that I’m in love. I’m in love with Mallory.

  As I continue, she struggles to keep her eyes on me, so I give her a reprieve. “I want you to come for me, baby.”

  Her head drops back and her body jerks forward, harder against my mouth and she cries out in ecstasy. I enjoy the sight of her so tense and yet euphoric, and it’s all because of me. As she settles back down, relaxing onto the bed, I leave a wet trail of kisses on her stomach.

  Just as I lower the hem down to cover her midsection, she says, “I want you in me, Evan.” Her eyes go wide like the words accidentally slipped out.

  Crawling up her body, I press my hardness against her stomach. “I think you can tell how much I want to be inside of you, too, baby, but, not tonight.” I can’t believe I just fucking said that. This is the girl of my dreams. I’m in love with this girl, but that is the exact reason I shouldn’t do it. “I don’t want to screw this up,” I say as her hands rub my back, “so I think this should be all we do tonight.”

  “But I want to,” she says, bringing my cupped face to hers and kissing me, still encouraging me.

  I pull back, brow furrowed in confusion, to gaze down at this siren beneath me. She runs her nose along my jaw and ends near my ear. She whispers, “I want you, Evan. I need you.”

  “Fuck, Mallory. What are you doing to me? I don’t have the willpower to fight you. We should stop.” I sound authoritative and in control, but even I can hear the slight whine in the back of my throat.

  She giggles. So much for control.

  She kisses me again then licks the side of my mouth. Maybe I have died and actually did get into heaven despite my mother damning me to hell. My eyes close at the sensory overload of her plush lips on me.

  I jump, pinning her by the wrists to the bed. “No! You must stop.” Me and my throbbing erection roll onto my back and I slam my arms down next to me.

  Rolling onto her side, she props her head up by her elbow. “Evan Ashford, I think your façade is slipping. I think you like me.”

  With an epic roll of my eyes, I laugh with mild irritation. Okay, it’s actually sexual frustration, but I play it up as I look over at the temptress next to me. She’s glowing and beautiful and her expression is proud. “I’m not playing games with you. I can admit defeat.”

  “So, you’re comparing liking me to losing?” she asks incredulously.

  “That’s not what I meant. It… it feels like freedom. Does that make any sense?”

  “Because you don’t have to put on the charade for me.” She leans forward and kisses me on the tip of my nose then retreats to lay flat on her back. “I like you, too by the way. There, we’re even. Does that make you feel better?” She asks smugly. “It is freeing, isn’t it?”

  “Like jumping off a cliff.”

  “Or falling in love for the first time.”

  I’m stunned by her ability to say that so easily. She smiles and my heart fucking melts and I think for the first time in my life, I know exactly what she means. I reach over and pull her against my side. After bringing the sheets up to cover our chests, I kiss her on the forehead. “It’s exactly like that,” I whisper. “Goodnight, baby.”

  Morning comes too soon when I’m holding Mallory in my arms. Morning means daylight, which means getting o
ut of bed, which also means not holding her much longer. I sigh in discontentment at this bothersome predicament.

  She shuffles, snuggling closer as her breath warms me with its steady cadence. I tighten my arm around her shoulders and appreciate what I can tell are her last few moments of sleep.

  Looking down at her, I allow myself to indulge in her natural beauty and how she fits so perfectly into my side. I can’t hide my smile just as her eyes open and she looks up at me. In the cutest groggy voice, she asks, “What are you smiling about, gorgeous?”

  Her name for me comes as a surprise. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

  She looks down, drawing her hand across my bare chest, and adds, “Who doesn’t think you’re gorgeous?”

  I am well aware of the attention I get from the opposite sex, but none of it ever mattered because it’s superficial. It’s meaningless, but for some reason I care that Mallory thinks I’m attractive. “I don’t care about anyone else, just what you think of me.”

  Her eyes flicker back to meet mine and with a smile reflected in them, she says, “In that case, I think you’re really fantastically gorgeous, Evan.”

  “Well, I think you’re really fantastically gorgeous too, baby.” I back my words with a lingering kiss on her forehead.

  She giggles, encouraging me to ask, “What has you all happy this morning?”

  She sits up and slides her face closer to mine. Her expression goes from playful to genuine within the flash of a second, before she says, “You’re here. You’re here with me this morning just like you promised.”

  I gulp, not wanting to be anywhere else but with her, and I want her to know that. “Mallory,” she remains calmly looking at me as I continue, “I should explain about that first morning when you woke up mad.”

  “I didn’t wake up mad. I was hurt when I discovered you left me here alone.”

  I pull her back down into my arms. “I know you were, but that wasn’t my intention. You thought I had just screwed you over, but it wasn’t like that for me. It was actually the complete opposite.” This is the part that still gets jumbled in my own mind, much less trying to verbalize it to sound like I know what I’m talking about.

  My hesitation causes her to look up and rest her chin on my chest, waiting. “Are you okay? We don’t have to talk about this right now. I mean, we did just wake up.”

  “No, I want to say this. You need to know that I wasn’t abandoning you. I didn’t treat our night lightly. It was so much more to me than that. But, I had to organize my thoughts and get some clarity on the situation, on us. I did that by surfing.”

  I take a deep breath and finish. “Surfing helps me clear my mind of the extraneous stuff that’s not important. I can focus on the waves and what I need to, which for me that morning, was you.”

  “Evan, I should apologize—” She sits up trying to talk, but I quickly cut her off.

  “No, don’t. You don’t have to apologize. I really need to tell you this because it’s important and yet I feel like such an asshole for letting this get out of hand.” I sit up, touching her arm, wanting to touch more. “I knew you were different. I knew as soon as you made your smart-ass comments to me at the airport. Then during our conversation at the diner, I realized you were too good for me. You became a challenge. So when we got to my place and kissed, it was surprising. You let me make love to you. I almost couldn’t contain myself. I fucking won the lottery that day and I tried to play it off like what we were sharing was just a standard fuck for me. But you sensed how I really felt and you kept going. Why’d you go through with it? That’s not you. I knew when I met you that you didn’t do that kind of stuff and yet you did with me. Is it because you’re on vacation? Wait, I might not want to hear the answer. Do I want to know the answer?”

  I wait for her to respond, but I can tell she’s processing everything I just laid on her.

  “When you say you ‘won the lottery’ are you referring to me?”

  I nod my head, unsure of why she’s focusing on that tidbit out all of the other stuff I said.

  “Let me get this straight. You went surfing to think about the feelings you had already developed for me starting at the airport and you were shocked that a girl like me would come home and sleep with you? And now, you want to know why I had sex—”

  “Yes, that sounds about right, but I prefer the term make love.”

  “Okay, you want to know why I let you ‘make love’ to me that day?”

  “Yes.”

  She narrows her eyes in analysis of me and starts to say something, but then stops. Her mouth opens in confusion, but nothing comes out again. Finally, she scratches her head, leaving her hand to lightly rub against the bandage across her temple, and says, “Thank you. Thank you, Evan.” She throws her arms around my neck and using me as resistance, she pulls herself onto my lap.

  I try to captivate her mind and soul, embracing her fully. “Why are you thanking me, baby?” I whisper into her ear while inhaling her in. She’s flowers and beach, sunlight, and beauty combined.

  When she looks down, her dark lashes lie in beautiful contrast against her pink blushing cheeks. Slowly, she lifts them up and looks me in the eyes. “No one has ever treated me like that before. You look at me like I’m special.”

  I don’t comprehend her words because I can’t understand their meaning in the context. What does she mean by that? “Special? You’re everything,” I say, running my hand softly across her cheek and bringing her in for a kiss. Our tongues meet eagerly and as I’m absorbing every taste and sound that she makes, I pull back and look at her. “Mallory, you’re beautiful and smart. You are special. Promise me you won’t ever settle for being treated less than that, even if it’s by me. Because if I ever forget even for a second how wonderful you are, you should leave me. I’m not perfect as you already know. I didn’t feel worthy that first night and I still don’t, but I’m going to try to be the man you deserve. I want this to work out—”

  “I’m here for the summer, but I only have just a little over a month left.” Her tone is solemn, and the reality that she’s going to leave me squeezes my heart.

  “We’ll just make the most of our time left together—”

  “But you sounded like you meant more than just a month.” She phrases this more like a question and it makes me feel that maybe she’s not into me as much as I’m into her. Maybe I just misread everything that’s happening between us.

  “I was just, you know, rambling. I know you only have a month. There’s no pressure from me,” I say, silently berating myself for opening up to her too soon.

  She’s still looking at me, waiting for me to say something else, but I don’t know how to back track and I don’t want to lie, so I change the topic. “Should we get some breakfast?”

  CHAPTER 18

  ~ Mallory ~

  “I have to be at work in a little while. I don’t usually sleep this late.” I wanted him by my side when I woke up and he is, but he’s probably wondering now what?

  “So breakfast?” He asks.

  “Coffee?”

  “Don’t tell me you don’t eat breakfast, Mallory. It’s the most important meal of the day,” He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. Taking my hand, he smiles as he looks into my eyes, searching them. “I need to know we’re good. We told each other stuff that we shouldn’t have confessed this soon into a relationship, but I think I’m good with that. I like this, that we’re this comfortable.”

  I gulp, realizing he used the word ‘relationship’ while referring to us. My insides warm at the thought there might be an actual ‘us.’ I swallow the building tension and sit up. “You’re right, Evan, and I like our honesty, too.”

  Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, a light touch on my shoulder stops me. “Mallory.” He looks me straight in the eyes. “I don’t want you to date anyone else, and I won’t date anyone else either.”

  I’m speechless by his declaration. His eyes beg me to say something, to let him know t
hat I’m not rejecting him, making me wonder if he’s ever been rejected before. I also wonder if he’s even been exclusive with a girl before.

  “Evan,” I say, getting as close as I can to him and brushing my lips against his.

  His hands go to my waist and hold me as his eyelids drop close. I inhale the moment, savoring every second. With our eyes closed, I whisper, “I only want to be with you.”

  I’ve been holding back on my true feelings for too long. Giving in, body and soul, I become one with him. It’s no longer Mallory and Evan. It’s us as one now and I kiss him.

  He gently uses his weight to push me back onto the bed. His chest presses into mine as we deepen the kiss, his hand finding their rightful place on my chest, right over my heart. His lips work their way down my neck to linger between my breasts then he sighs in satisfaction. I slowly drag my hands up his back and hold him to me. He asks, “When do you have to be at work?”

  “Eleven.”

  “It’s ten. You get ready, and I’ll make you coffee. Then, I’ll drive you to work.”

  “That’s an offer I can’t refuse. Do you work today?”

  “Yeah, but not until noon.”

  Fifteen minutes later, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me. Standing in front of the mirror, I see beautiful Mallory again. I laugh that a boy affects my self-esteem like this, but there are definitely worse things he could be affecting, that’s for sure.

  I’d taken the bandage off before my shower and lean toward the mirror to get a better look at the stitches. It’s starting to heal and doesn’t look that bad.

  There’s a soft knock at the door.

  “You can come in, Evan,” I say, rolling my eyes. “We’ve slept together, so I think we’re past knocking at this point.”