Behind The Book (Sexy #2)

by Heather Dahlgren

  “Hey.” I give her a hug and she hugs me back, a little too long. I pull away and she smiles at me.

  “Hey, Blake. It’s been a while. How are you?” She looks gorgeous, as usual. Her hair is straightened, and she has full red lips and fuck-me heels on. We’ve hooked up a few times, but now that I am comparing her to London, well, there is no comparison.

  “I’m great, actually. How are you?” I walk into the kitchen and she follows.

  “I’m good. Been a little lonely though. Brinley invited me over to your party after the shoot, so maybe we can hang out.”

  Just then, London and Kallie walk into the kitchen. I don’t know if they heard that, but I want to make it clear to everyone where I stand. I walk over to London and put my arm around her.

  “I don’t think so, Ivy.” She glances between us and raises her eyebrows. I can feel London tensing up, but fuck that. I want everyone to know that I am into this girl, especially her.

  “Okay, now that everyone is here, let’s go into the studio and get this shoot going,” Kallie says. Ivy follows her, and when I start to, London grabs onto my shirt. I turn to her and she raises her eyebrows.

  “What was that?”

  I move closer to her. “What was what?”

  She takes a step back and I move closer yet. Now she has to have her head back to see me.

  “That thing you just did with Ivy.”

  I move closer and she bumps into the fridge. I put my hands flat on either side of her face, caging her in. “That was me letting her know that you are mine.”

  She sucks in a breath and I move my face closer to hers. “I’m yours?”

  I move my face so close that my lips are just barely touching hers. “You are mine and I am yours. It’s time you understand that.” I don’t give her a chance to reply. I press my lips to hers and kiss the hell out of her, making sure she knows I mean what I just said. When I pull back, she stares up at me.

  “Okay.”

  I grin and kiss her again.

  “Blake, London, get your asses in here.”

  I pull back and take her hand, leading her to the studio. I can feel her rapid pulse and I wonder if she can feel mine.

  When we walk into the studio, Kallie starts right off with telling everyone what to do. She tells me to go change out of my clothes and just leave my boxers on. I strip out of my clothes and kick them to the side.

  “Kallie, are we starting in bed?” Ivy asks. She starts talking to her, but I can’t keep my eyes off London. She’s staring at me and it makes me want to kick Kallie and Ivy out so I can toss her on this bed.

  “Blake.” I snap out of my thoughts and turn to Kallie. “I need your head in the shoot. We’re going to start with a few shots in the bed. I want you leaning against the head board and Ivy straddling you.” I get into the bed, and Ivy, who is wearing just a bra and panties, climbs on top of me. “Great. Now, Blake, I want you to pin her hands behind her back and glance over her shoulder at me.” I do exactly as she says, and she takes a few shots. “Now, Ivy, I want you to pin his hands above his head on the headboard.” She grabs my hands, and I put them above my head. First, I look over her shoulder at Kallie, and then I lean in and kiss her neck. She turns her head to the side, and I move down to kiss her chest. “So good. Now, I want Ivy on her back, and Blake, you on top of her.” As we switch positions, I see London standing there biting her nails. I give her a wink, but she doesn’t move a muscle. “Blake, I want you to stare down into her eyes―make it appear loving.” I do that and she is snapping photos from all different directions. “Now, I want you to do a few different things. Honestly, I can’t believe I need to walk you both through all this. You’ve both done this before.”

  She’s right, and I’m not sure why Ivy is holding back, but I know I am because London is standing right there. I stare over at her again, and she’s still just staring and biting her nails. I don’t know if it’s because she likes what she sees or that she is uncomfortable. I need to get my head in this shoot though, because I want to give her a cover to be proud of. “You’re right, Kallie. I’ve got this.” I sit up and turn Ivy so she’s on her stomach. I pull her hair lightly, so her head goes back, and I kiss her neck. Kallie climbs on the bed and starts shooting from all different angles. I let go of her hair and kiss down her back, all while Kallie is clicking away. I flip her onto her back and kiss her stomach.

  “That’s more like it. All right, now London wanted a few with the bed in the background, so we’ll do a few on the side of the bed and then at the foot of the bed.”

  We stand up, but Kallie decides to have Ivy go change into some lingerie. Ivy takes her bag into the bathroom, and Kallie goes to help her pick out what to put on next. I make my way over to London, and she turns her head up at me when I stand in front of her.

  “Hey. Everything all right?” She gives me a little nod, and I wrap my hands in her hair, pulling it back lightly, just like I did with Ivy, but making sure our eyes are focused on each other. “Does this make you uncomfortable? Seeing me in bed with another woman? Because I just told you in the kitchen that you are mine. This”—I motion around the room—“is all fake. There is no emotion, it’s like playing pretend.” She stares at me and I’m starting to lose my patience. “I need you to talk to me here, London. I’m not a goddamn mind reader.”

  She takes a deep breath and bites the inside of her cheek. “I’m not uncomfortable or jealous, shit. I want to be in that bed with you. Happy?”

  Oh fuck, yes, I am. I pull her body closer to mine, my hands still tangled in her hair. “That can be arranged, sexy. Just say the word and I will make you feel things you never thought possible. I’ll have you come over and over, screaming my name. All you need to do is give me the go.” The lust I see in her eyes makes me wish this shoot were over, so I could make good on everything I just said.

  “Tonight,” she whispers.

  I slam my mouth to hers, kissing her with a promise of what I will do to her later. I hear a throat clear, and London pulls away from me. I let go of her hair and try to adjust my now painful hard-on.

  “Sorry, guys, but I need it professional in here.”

  I don’t give a shit, but London looks like she wants to curl in a ball and hide.

  “I’m so sorry, Kallie. It will never happen again,” London says and I put my arm around her just as Ivy comes out and smiles at Kallie.

  “Oh, it will happen again. It will happen again, and again, and again, just not in here.” I kiss London’s temple and go over to Ivy to finish the shoot. I need to get my girl home and worship every inch of her body.

  Chapter Nine

  London

  We’ve been at Blake’s for a few hours now, and I still can’t get what happened at Kallie’s out of my head. First, he tells me I’m his and he’s mine, which made my heart nearly burst out of my chest. Then, when I was completely turned on from watching him in bed with Ivy, he goes and tells me all I need to do is say so and it can be me. I could have had an orgasm right then and there, but when I said tonight and he slammed his mouth to mine, I could feel myself getting wet. Even though I was humiliated when Kallie told us to keep it professional, it was the most unbelievable afternoon.

  Now, I’m sitting next to Blake at the fire, trying to keep my attention on the conversation, but all I want to do is have Blake take me to bed.

  “So anyway, I told Braden it’s probably best he just comes home. He finally agreed and said he’d be home soon,” Kallie says.

  Everyone is talking about Braden, and I have no idea who the hell he is. I lean over and whisper in Blake’s ear, asking him who that is. He smiles at me and kisses my cheek.

  “Braden is Kallie’s brother. Awesome fucking guy, but he left to try to make things work with his wife. It’s not working.”

  Damn, I didn’t even know Kallie had a brother. I guess there’s just a lot we all don’t know about each other. “Oh, that’s awful. Were they married long?” He lifts his shoulders as if he has n
o idea, and I get the feeling there is a story there.

  “London, I feel bad. We’re always talking about ourselves. We know you work at a restaurant, are an author, and went to school in Florida, but there has to be more.” I smile at Kallie, but there isn’t much more. I’ve been doing my own thing for so long that there isn’t much to my story.

  “There isn’t much to tell. I’m an only child. I grew up in South Carolina, went to school in Florida, and then came out here.”

  Blake throws his cigarette into the fire and puts his arm around me. “Getting information out of this one is like getting classified information from the military. She doesn’t tell you much.”

  Ouch, I don’t want to come across as a cold bitch, I’m just scared. It’s been so long since I trusted anyone. It has to be baby steps.

  “Come on, London, give us something.”

  Give them something? “Like what?” Everyone is pretty drunk at this point, well, everyone but me and Blake, so I’m sure they won’t let it go so easily.

  “Like, what do your parents do for a living? What’s your favorite color? When was your last relationship?” Kallie rushes out.

  Blake looks at me with a grin, knowing when it comes to relationships I won’t say anything. I just smile at him and turn to Kallie.

  “My dad is a lawyer and my mom works for him. My favorite color is purple, and my last relationship is not worth talking about.”

  Blake chuckles and I pinch his leg, making him jump.

  “Oh, sounds like a juicy story. Holy shit, have you written about it?” she squeals.

  Ugh, this is so uncomfortable. “Not juicy at all, and definitely haven’t and won’t ever write about it.” That’s the truth. I’ll never write about that piece of shit.

  “So, purple, huh?”

  I glance over at Blake and he winks. Everyone starts laughing, and in this moment, I know that he gets me. He knows I don’t want to talk about my past, and he accepts that without judgment. I think I’ve had enough of this party.

  “It’s been great guys, but I’m ready for bed. I’ll see you all soon.” I stand up and Blake grabs my hand and stares up at me.

  “You’re going to bed?”

  I lean down and kiss his cheek before moving to his ear. “I’m going to your bed.” I stand up and wink at him, and he jumps up so fast he knocks his chair back.

  “Peace, guys.” He grabs my hand and practically drags me into the house, making me laugh the entire way. He keeps going until we are in his room and he closes the door.

  He gives me the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, and I can feel my already humming body taking notice. “You’re sure about this, right?” I nod my head and he moves closer to me. “You aren’t drunk, right?” I laugh and shake my head. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this night?”

  I nod my head again and he kisses my nose. I can tell he’s going to keep asking questions, and I think the only way to prove to him I want this as much as he does is to make the first move. I push up on my toes and nip his bottom lip, which is all he needs. He crashes his mouth to mine in an all-consuming kiss and runs his hands up and down my back. I wrap my arms around his waist and hook my hands into the waist of his pants. He slowly backs me up until the back of my knees hit the bed. We are kissing so rough, with so much passion, that my body is begging for more.

  He moves his hands under my shirt, and the second I feel his hands on my skin, I moan in his mouth. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with a look of want I’ve never seen before. He keeps his eyes on mine as he slowly lifts my shirt off and tosses it to the side. He moves his hands to my shorts and stares at me, seeking permission. I once again give him a nod, and he unbuttons them and pushes them down my legs. I step out of them, and I am now more exposed to him than I have been to anyone else in years. Well, that’s actually not true. That last guy was him, I just don’t remember.

  I’m not going to allow myself to even go there, so I start to lift his shirt off, although he needs to pull it off completely since I can’t reach. With a shaky hand, I unbutton his jeans. He puts his hand on mine, stopping me. “London, relax. It’s just me. We’ve done this, and I’m telling you, believe me, you have nothing to worry about. You are the most sexy, sensual, beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.”

  How is it possible that this man is the same man that just told Jax that if guys could suck themselves off, mankind would die out? With me, he is totally different. He makes me feel so special.

  “You’re right.” I move my hand down to unzip his pants, and I slide them down his legs. He steps out of them, and I take in his body like I did last night, only now I run my hands slowly and softly all over his well-built upper body. He lets me explore his solid chest, muscular arms, and six-pack abs, closing his eyes when I get lower on his stomach.

  “London, get on the bed.” I don’t even give it a second thought. I climb on the bed and lie on my back. My heart is beating so quickly. I’m equally nervous and excited. I feel the bed dip before Blake climbs on top of me. No words are needed at this point. He kisses my neck, my chest, and up to my mouth. When our tongues meet, I lose control. I hook my legs around him and tangle my fingers in his hair. He breaks the kiss and kisses a path to my breasts. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched, so when his hands rub over my bra, I buck off the bed. “Easy, sexy.” He moves his mouth to my breasts and kisses them over my bra, carefully avoiding my hardened peaks. I try arching my back to get him where I want him, but he keeps avoiding them. I let a soft moan out, and I guess that’s what he was waiting for. He wraps his arms around me and unhooks my bra, easily pulling it off me. The cold air hitting my nipples makes them more sensitive, and when he sucks one in his mouth and pinches the other, I moan again. I can feel myself dripping with need. He keeps switching back and forth, showing the same attention to each of my breasts, making me wetter.

  “Oh God, Blake. It feels so good.” I’m not usually a vocal person in bed. I normally don’t say anything, but it’s impossible not to be vocal with Blake. He pulls out this side of me that I don’t even know, not even as Laken.

  “I’m just getting started.” He wasn’t kidding. He kisses his way down to my pussy and kisses me over my panties. Just like not being vocal in bed, I don’t usually want oral sex. It’s not that it doesn’t feel amazing, but it makes you extremely vulnerable. However, I want to rip off my own panties just to have Blake’s mouth on me. He moves my panties over and licks me straight up to my clit.

  “Holy shit.” I fist the blanket in my hands when he pulls my panties down my legs, and I’m now completely bare to him.

  “I’m not good with words, London, but I can show you everything I’m feeling with my body, all right?” I snap my eyes open and lift my head to him. He smiles at me and I just stare. “You remember that, don’t you?”

  Remember? How could I forget what I dream about every night? That’s when it hits me. Maybe I’m not just dreaming, but reliving what happened that night.

  “You said that to me in New York, the night we were together.”

  He kisses my inner thigh and glances up at me. “See, you do remember. You just don’t think you do.”

  He’s right. If my dream is a memory, I know every detail of what happened that night. He doesn’t say anything else. He begins licking at me, and a part of me wants to drop my head back, but a bigger part wants to keep watching. Watching him lick me over and over is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. It makes my orgasm build fast. I can feel my legs beginning to shake and my body getting that familiar feeling. When he sucks on my clit and lifts his eyes to mine, it’s over. I come hard and fast, screaming his name.

  Once I return to my body, Blake hovers over me, and I feel his cock at my entrance. “Wow.”

  He smiles down at me and kisses my lips, so gently. “I need to be inside you, London. Are you okay with that?”

  I lift my hips, showing him how ready I am
. “I’m more than okay with that.”

  He kisses me again and then rests his forehead on mine. “I know you told me last time it’s been a while, so just like then, I promise to go slow until you are comfortable.” It’s unreal how everything I dream about seems to have actually happened. The pushing of his cock at my entrance has my complete attention. I’m nervous it is going to hurt, so I dig my nails into his shoulders. “I’m going to go slow, just relax.” I listen to his voice and do just that. He slowly starts pushing his way in, impossibly slow, making my body aware of everything. I can feel something strange, something I’ve never felt before, and I open my eyes and stare at him. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No, I…ummm…” How do I say this?

  He stops completely and pulls out. He wasn’t in far, but I feel the loss immediately. “Sit up.”

  I do and he has his cock in his hand. It is so fucking hot, watching him hold himself like that, and all of a sudden, I see it. Through the condom, I can see a piercing.

  “Oh, I didn’t know you were, umm, pierced.”

  He chuckles and leans forward to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lowers me back down. I am ready for him once again, wondering what his piercing will feel like. We’re still kissing, and I feel him by my entrance again, so I lift my hips. He runs his hands into my hair and begins to push inside of me. I moan in his mouth and he breaks the kiss.

  “That’s right, feel me, baby.” I dig my nails into his shoulders and silently beg for more, but I can’t keep quiet.

  “Slam into me, Blake, please. I need to feel more.”

  He does not disappoint, he slams into me, and I scream out.

  “Shit, did I hurt you?”

  I open my eyes and move my hands to his face. “I’m not glass. You aren’t going to break me. Don’t hold back, I’ve waited long enough.” That’s all he needs to hear, because he takes my hands and pins them above my head. He kisses my nose, and while staring into my eyes, he starts moving. It feels unbelievable, and the more I moan, the faster he moves. “Yes.”