by Harley Stone
I suddenly realized I did, too. There was more than attraction pulling us together. If I let myself hope—let myself dream—I could see her in my bed. I could picture her wearing a white dress and walking down the aisle to meet me. What I couldn’t imagine, was my life without her. What if we shot for the moon and came up short? I could end up stranded with no way to reach her, dying alone. “But what if we fuck it up? I can’t lose you.”
She cupped my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. Heavy, raw emotion stared back at me, and it was all I could do not to buckle under the weight of it. “You won’t. I won’t let you. You may be bull-headed, but we both know I’m more stubborn.”
Could I trust her? Could I trust myself? Could we actually take this thing between us to the next level? There were so many hurdles in our way. “But my family…”
“I’m sure your family wants you to be happy.” She slid her fingers up my abs, taking my T-shirt with her. “And if you’ll stop overthinking everything and just allow yourself to enjoy this, I bet I can make you very happy.”
Oh, I had no doubt she could. As if on autopilot, I raised my hands, letting her tug my shirt over my head. I couldn’t resist her. I’d tried, and only lasted two, miserable, lonely weeks. I never wanted to go through that kind of hell again. She tossed the shirt aside and stared at me, biting her bottom lip as she gave my chest a full appraisal. The appreciation in her eyes made me feel good, but this was Lily, so I had to give her shit for it.
“Like what you see?” I asked.
“Shh. I’m tryin’ to check out the goods. I’ve waited a long time for this. Don’t distract me.”
I opened my mouth to fire a snappy comeback, but the words died on my lips as the reality of the situation crashed into me.
We were doing this.
There was no holding back anymore.
Lily was mine, and I suddenly had to have her.
All the restraint I’d been honing for years broke free. She must have felt the change, because I lunged for her, and she met me in the middle. We mashed together in a tangle of arms and legs. Her lips landed on mine and I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Cinnamon and sin exploded on my tongue, making me want more. I pillaged her mouth, exploring every crevice like there’d be a test later, and I’d have to map it out.
She tugged at my jeans. She’d already unfastened them, and they easily fell to my ankles. Fumbling with her pants until I unfastened them, I broke the kiss long enough to slide them over her shapely hips and down her legs. They got hung up on her boots. She dropped down to take them off, and headbutted me in the gut.
Ouch.
“Ohmigod, I’m so sorry!” Lily said.
It hurt, but it could have been worse. She could have nailed me in the cock that was trying like hell to rip through my boxers and attack her. I’d probably have a bruise by my hip bone, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. “It’s okay. Nothing important was wounded.”
Her gaze went to my boxers and her eyes widened. This time more carefully, she removed her boots, and tugged her pants over her feet. The denim got stuck on her heel, and she almost toppled over.
I caught her. “I don’t remember you being this much of a klutz.”
Lily’s hazel eyes sparkled, laughing. I’d never met anyone who’s eyes laughed like hers did. After all the shit she’d gone through, she still managed to find humor in life.
God, I loved her.
The realization made my chest squeeze so tight I must have winced, because concern flooded her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I…” Struggling to fit my emotions into words, I tried again, “I can’t lose you… Angel.” I’d never called her anything but Lily before, but the nickname just came out. And it fit. Lily had shown up at the darkest time in my life and helped me see the light. She was my fucking light. My angel.
Her expression softened, and then turned ravenous. Her lips mashed against mine so hard, a tooth nicked my lip. I tasted blood but didn’t care. Our lips tangled, hands roamed, and we were back at it.
I needed more. I needed all of her.
With my tongue still down her throat, we hopped, scooted, and slid across the room.
We broke contact long enough for Lily to collapse on the bed. Lying there, in only a sexy black thong, with her hair fanned out around her, she even looked like an angel. A fallen angel, looking at my cock like she was about to attack it, far too perfect to be real. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship at her altar, paying homage to every soft, fleshy inch of her.
But I couldn’t hold out that long.
My balls were already drawing up, pleading for me to get inside her. Precum leaked from my tip, making a mess out of the front of my boxers. I tried to kick off my boots, but the fuckers wouldn’t budge. I didn’t care. Shoving my boxers down around my ankles, I scooted to the nightstand and grabbed the box of condoms. They’d never been opened, and the plastic seal was a bitch. I scratched at it until I lost my mind and bit the damn thing.
Lily laughed.
“Oh, you think this is funny, do you?” I asked as my gaze once again swept over her form. God she was gorgeous. I could have gone my entire life just fantasizing about what she looked like under her clothes, but now that I’d seen her, I was done for. There was no way this would be a one and done event. There was no going back to the way things were before. I’d want to take her every way I could. The moment I slid inside her, I’d never be able to give her ass up.
But she deserves so much more…
“Stop thinking,” Lily commanded. “You had your turn to make your case. Now it’s my turn.”
I finally extracted a condom from the box. She plucked it from my fingers, opened it, and slid it over my throbbing cock. All while staring at me like I was her favorite dessert.
Tavonte was right. She was like chocolate cake with my favorite filling. Forget wasting her, I couldn’t even resist her. She was too rare and perfect.
God, her hands felt like silk as she stroked me through the condom.
I moaned, wanting her to stop so I didn’t come and embarrass myself, but also wanting the relief she offered. She took me a little too close to the edge and I snapped out of my lust-induced craze to pull out of her grasp. I didn’t want my first time with Lily to be in her goddamn hand.
“Lay back,” I ordered. Her smile was wicked, and her eyes were lidded as she relaxed on the bed, once again putting her sexy body on display. I knew I couldn’t hold out for much foreplay, but I wasn’t a fucking animal, so I took my time to look her over, giving my cock a moment to calm down. Tracing a finger over her breast, I circled her nipple.
She sucked in a shuddering breath, and goosebumps formed across her flesh.
Amused, I let my finger continue its journey, sliding down to her narrow waist and over the swell of her hips. As I lightly brushed the insides of her thighs, she whimpered. It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard, and I silently vowed to make it my mission in life to earn more of her sexy sounds. Lowering over her, I sucked one perfect nipple into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” Lily rasped.
Loving her reaction, I circled her nipple with my tongue as I sucked. The nipple hardened in response. My hand between her thighs lightly brushed over her thong, teasing. She arched her back, trying to create more friction, but I pulled my hand away. Seeing her act all needy for me made my cock impossibly harder. It ached as I released her nipple and leaned back to get a good look.
Her thong was in my way.
Hooking my fingers in the sides, I slid it down over her hips. She arched her back to help my progress, and as I removed the garment, I slowly kissed my way down her legs.
By the time I finished, both sets of Lily’s lips glistened with moisture. I’d tasted the set on her face, and suddenly needed to sample the other. I’d never gone down on a woman before, but I’d watched enough porn to know what to do.
I licked her seam.
I don’t know what I’d been e
xpecting her to taste like, but she was more. A hint of sweet. A hint of salt. Intriguing. Alluring. I needed more. She whimpered again. God, could her sounds be any sexier? I pushed back her lips and focused on the precious little bud of nerves they hid. The smell of her arousal wreaked havoc on my control, making me want to gobble her up.
Flattening my tongue, I licked her from entrance to clit, savoring the irresistible taste of her. Her body shuddered. I focused on the little bud of nerves again, sucking, licking, flicking. Everything I tried earned me a new reaction, a new sound, fisting sheets, arching back. I hadn’t intended to bring her to release with my mouth, but the more she moaned and writhed, bucking her hips against my face, the more I realized I couldn’t stop.
Her pleasure was everything.
I wanted her to come. Hell, I wanted to be the only man to bring her pleasure ever again. All her sexy little noises belonged to me. This wild, beautiful, incredible woman was mine, and I wanted her juices all over my face to prove it. Plunging a finger inside her channel, I ate her like she was my last meal.
Gasping, she grabbed my head with both hands and held me right where she wanted me. I licked and sucked, adding a second finger to the first. Curving the tips to hit what I hoped was her G-spot, I paid close attention to her reaction. Lips swollen, pussy pulsing, she bucked and writhed and fucked my face until she called out her release and collapsed. She was sated.
I’d fucking rocked her world.
Pride swelled in my chest as she trembled in aftershocks.
In the dim glow of my lamp, her entire body glistened, practically glowing. I sat up and withdrew my fingers. The scent of her was everywhere, driving me out of my fucking mind. I needed more of her taste, more of her. I popped my fingers into my mouth and cleaned them off. Eyes hooded, she watched me and waited. We’d shared so much over the years, and now we were sharing our bodies. There was something almost magical about the experience. I wanted it to last forever but didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
Rising up on my knees, I stroked myself, drawing her gaze to my cock. I thought about saying something witty or dirty, but it all sounded like bravado in my mind. Truth was, I was already reciting random work information in my head, trying to calm the fuck down enough that I wouldn’t blow my load the second I slid inside her.
With the sweet, addictive taste of Lily still on my tongue, I released my cock and climbed on top of her. Our lips met again, and this time, our kisses were slower and more controlled. Full of emotion and promises. I didn’t know what the fuck I could offer her, but whatever I had was hers. Every fucked up, lonely part of me, she could have it all. As our kisses deepened, she grabbed my cock and lined it up with her entrance, as desperate for me as I was for her. Hands on my ass, she pressed me against her.
Shit, she didn’t have to tell me twice.
Sliding into her was the most incredible feeling I’d ever experienced. She was so damn hot and tight stars danced before my eyes. I felt… connected to her in a way I’d never been before. I couldn’t get enough, but the pulsing of my cock promised I wouldn’t last much longer. Gritting my teeth and trying my damnedest to think through the boring-ass steps of hooking up a tow were only going to get me so far.
I needed to make sure she enjoyed this as much as I did.
I squeezed a nipple between my fingers and started to rock in and out of her.
Three strokes.
That’s all it took.
Three goddamn glorious, hide-my-head-in-shame strokes, and I came apart.
Embarrassed and shaky, I pulled out and apologized. “Sorry, Lil, I…”
Her eyes were warm and full of so much emotion I couldn’t even concentrate on what I was about to say. On unsteady arms I settled myself beside her. Still disappointed in my performance, I started to roll over so I could go take care of the condom, but she grabbed my arm and stared at it. I was still shaking.
“Sorry,” I repeated. “I don’t know why I’m...” I’m what? Shaking like a goddamn leaf? Shit. What was wrong with me.
Her gaze met mine and understanding filled her eyes. “Is this… Were you a virgin, Bull?”
I wanted to deny it, but I’d apparently given myself away. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” She’d come, after all. Not on my cock, but on my tongue. That had to count for something. And if she stayed naked in my bed with that after-sex glow going on, I’d be ready for round two in no time.
“How?” She shook her head. “How the fuck did someone who looks like you make it into his mid-twenties still a virgin?”
“I’ve done lots of other shit,” I said, sounding defensive even in my own ears. “We were raised in the church, Lil. Amber wanted to wait until we were married.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I wanted to suck them back in. What kind of stupid motherfucker talks about his ex after sex? “I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I shouldn’t have… No wonder you told me to stop talking.”
Chuckling, Lily rubbed my arm. “It’s okay.” She kissed my cheek. My neck. The stubble tickled her, and she wrinkled her nose.
“Want me to shave that?” I asked.
“No!” she blurted out. Then she gave me a sheepish smile. “No. I like it. And I want to know everything about you. Everything. You don’t have to watch what you say around me. Ever.” Her lips met mine in a tender kiss.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips.
She froze.
I hadn’t intended to tell her how I felt, but it was like I couldn’t help myself. Hoping I hadn’t scared her off, I pulled back enough to see her expression.
Eyes wide and brimming with emotion, she gaped at me. “I feel like I’ve waited my whole life to hear you say that.”
A smile tugged at my lips. “So damn dramatic. You plannin’ to tell me you love me, too?”
Squealing, she threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me to her. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” Releasing me, she dropped her gaze to my cock that was already well on the way to recovery. “Now go get rid of that condom, and I’ll show you how much.”
11
Lily
I COULDN’T BELIEVE I was in Bull’s bed.
Two years of hoping, wishing, planning, and plotting had finally paid off, and it was everything I’d dreamed of and more.
He said he loved me.
He was scared of losing me.
As grandma would say, my cup was runnething over. Runnething? Was that even a word? I didn’t care, because little aftershocks of pleasure had me feeling high as a fucking kite.
His tongue, oh my God!
I used to think Bull’s sad, steel gray eyes were my favorite feature, but I bet he could lick the skin off a peach with that tongue. Hell, he’d licked the skin off my peach. I giggled, cracking myself up.
“What’s so funny over there?” Bull asked.
I wanted to tell him, but held back. In the past, my dirty mind had always caused him to shut down. Our relationship had clearly changed, but he might still get uncomfortable and I wasn’t ready to take that risk. “I’ll tell you later.”
Giving me a little side-eye, he tugged his boxers and jeans up his legs. We’d been so desperate to get it on, he hadn’t even taken the time to remove his boots. That was kind of hot.
“You wanted me so bad you didn’t even take off your boots,” I said.
He tugged up the zipper, a splash of pink coloring his cheeks. “What can I say? You made one hell of a compelling argument.”
But why was he getting dressed? We’d just declared our love for each other, and I’d made a promise to give him a physical demonstration of exactly how deep my feelings ran. I didn’t want him dressed; I wanted his fine ass back in this bed.
“What’s with the clothes?” I asked, unable to mask my uneasiness. Was he bailing on me? Did he regret what we’d done? Feeling exposed and vulnerable, I tugged up the sheet and covered my nakedness. I was trying not to panic, but if he told me to get dressed and leave, I had every intention of
exploding in a mad rage of fury. I’d wreck the place. I’d go full-on Milton from Office Space and burn the place down. Okay, maybe not since I loved the Dead Presidents and would never do anything to leave the club homeless, but I’d do everything in my power to destroy Bull’s bed. I’d worked my ass off to get into it, and if I couldn’t enjoy it, nobody could.
“Gotta hit the restroom. I’ll be right back.” He slipped out of the door before I could respond.
I let out a breath, trying to exhale the crazy, borderline obsessive panic that kept threatening to choke me. Bull wasn’t abandoning me. He just had to pee. There were a lot of emotions flying around, and he probably needed a moment to process. Obviously, I could use a few minutes to myself, too.
Standing, I went in search of my jeans. Not because I had any intention of dressing and leaving, but because I needed my phone to preoccupy me. I was disturbingly close to following him into the bathroom to make sure he didn’t bail on me, and nobody wanted to see that level of crazy.
Our clothes were scattered all over the floor, so it took me a minute to retrieve my phone. Climbing back into Bull’s bed, I narrowly resisted the urge to text everyone in my address book that I’d had mind-blowing sex, and the man of my dreams told me he loved me. I could barely keep the news in. Hell, I was tempted to climb up on the rooftop and scream out the details to all of Seattle.
But I was anxiously awaiting Bull’s return and hoping he wasn’t getting stuck so far in his own head I’d need to borrow his tow truck to drag him out.
My phone chimed with an incoming text.
Monica: Where are you? Carly said you and Bull are talking. Do you need backup? A rescue? Assistance with body disposal?
I belted out a laugh. Her willingness to commit a felony on my behalf hit me right in the feels. I had so much to tell her. Bull had just tickled my tonsils with his tongue—through my vagina—and now I was waiting for him to return from the bathroom so we could discuss the details of our upcoming nuptials. She should start working on her maid of honor speech. I drafted out my response, but realized it exceeded the limit of crazy I was allowed to let even Monica see, so I erased the text and tried again.
