Behind The Book (Sexy Series 2)

by Heather Dahlgren

  I stand up and I smack my lips together. “You taste delicious.”

  He grabs me and tosses me onto the bed. He pins my arms above my head with one hand and pulls off my panties with the other. He runs his eyes up and down my body, taking in every inch of me.

  “Don’t move. I need to grab a condom.” He reaches into the nightstand and gets one out. He rips it open with his teeth and rolls it on. He runs his hands up my body and tweaks my nipples, causing me to moan. “That turned you on, didn’t it? Stripping for me then sucking my cock?”

  I whimper when he nips my neck, but manage to answer him. “Yes.” He crashes his mouth to mine, and once our tongues touch, I run my hands into his hair. He doesn’t give me any warning and slams into me, making me scream out, but his mouth muffles it. He breaks the kiss and moves to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. “Oh, Blake.” I can feel his piercing dragging against me, right where I need him, and it feels amazing. He keeps up a punishing rhythm, causing me to moan over and over. He moves to kiss and nip my breasts, and I hold him there with my hands still in his hair. I meet him thrust for thrust, bringing me closer and closer to my release. He lets go of my nipple and moves his face over mine.

  “I want you to come all over me, baby. Let your body take over.” His words are always my undoing. “I feel you, you are so close. Let go, let it take over.” He somehow picks up his pace, and I scream out when my orgasm crashes over me. “Fuck.” He grabs my legs, putting them on his shoulders, while he slams into me. It makes me have another orgasm, which catches me completely off guard.

  “Holy shit, Blake.” He digs his fingers into my thighs, grunting while he nears his release. He slams into me one more time and shouts out his orgasm.

  “London, oh shit.” He rides it out and finally collapses on top of me. We are breathing heavily and sweating. My heart is still pounding, as I am sure his is. After a few minutes, he lifts his head and looks at me. “I swear, it gets better and better every time.”

  I giggle but totally agree. There is no point in putting on pajamas since he’ll just take them off tomorrow morning anyway. He rolls us over and pulls me into his arms. I start to drift off and think, I write sex, hot sex, but it’s nothing compared to how it is with Blake. I’m going to have to start writing this shit down.

  ***

  I’m at the airport waiting for Shannon and bouncing out of my skin with excitement. I can’t wait to see her. We still talk every day, but I’m excited for her to see just how much I am myself again. Not only just myself, but a better version of myself. I see her walking from the baggage claim and run at her. She laughs, drops her bag, and we hug.

  “Oh my God, I missed you so much,” I say.

  “I missed you too.” We let go and she picks her bag back up. “Now take me for some food, I’m starving,” she says, laughing.

  We walk out of the airport, and she nearly trips over herself when she sees Brody standing there waiting for her. Her bag falls to the ground as she runs toward him and he catches her. It’s such a sweet moment, and I’m so glad I could surprise her. I bend down to pick up her bag, but Blake takes it from my hand.

  He gives me a kiss and wraps his arm around me. “I’ve got it.”

  We all head to my car and pile in. Once everyone is settled, I start the car and head toward Blake’s. Jax and Kallie are there making dinner, and I’m so excited to spend the night with all of my closest friends.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me, London.” I laugh and Blake reaches over for my hand. I smile at him and he winks. He loves to see me happy.

  The car ride is full of laughs, and every time I laugh, Blake squeezes my hand. I really am falling for him. No, that’s a lie. I already fell for him, and now I’m falling in love with him. I never thought I’d get to this point, and even though it scares me, I couldn’t be happier.

  We finally pull up to Blake’s, and everyone gets out of the car. Brody can’t keep his hands off Shannon, and I glance up at Blake to see if he’s watching like me. “It’s so sweet.”

  He stops me, staring down into my eyes. “You know that’s how we look to other people, right?” I smirk at him and shake my head. “Yes, it is. I see you every day, and I still can’t keep my damn hands off of you.” He’s right. He always has to touch me, even if it’s just a simple squeeze of my hand.

  “I guess you’re right.”

  He kisses me, and when we break apart, he grins at me. “Of course, I’m right. I keep telling you I’m always right. When the hell are you going to believe me?” I laugh as we go into the house.

  “There they are,” Jax says as we walk into the kitchen.

  Blake grabs two beers out of the fridge and hands one to me. “You know how it is. Had to give my girl a quickie. She can’t keep her damn hands off of me.”

  They all laugh and I smack him on his chest. Jax and Kallie have everything outside already, so we go out and sit down to start eating. They all talk and get to know Shannon better. I don’t say much and take it all in.

  After about an hour, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. When I come out, I scream because Blake is leaning up against the wall.

  “What the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me,” I say, breathing heavily.

  He doesn’t say anything. He pushes off the wall and pulls me in for a hug. After a minute, he kisses my head and pulls back slightly to see my face.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, and I give him a confused look. “You haven’t said much.”

  He’s always so worried about me. It’s so sweet. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just enjoying the night. I like everyone getting to know Shannon better. I also like the fact that I’m surrounded by my favorite people in the world tonight.”

  He smiles and gives me a quick kiss. “All right, just making sure. Now let’s go back out there because I think Brody is itching to get Shannon back to his place.” I have no doubt they’re both itching to get out of here. It’s fine though, because tomorrow I will have everyone over.

  We go back outside, and the guys are talking by the grill, and Kallie and Shannon are talking at the table. I sit with them and they both smile at me.

  “What?” I question.

  Shannon leans over and hugs me. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispers in my ear and it brings tears to my eyes. I know I’m not the same person I was when I moved out here, and I have her and Blake to thank for that. I clear my throat when she pulls away. “Kallie, London has told me how much she’s come to like you, and I have to say I can see why. You are so much fun.”

  Kallie glances at me and I smile. “Thank you both. London is definitely one of my best friends now, and I can tell you will be right there too. Well, unless we become sisters-in-law.” We all laugh, but I never thought of it before. They are dating brothers.

  “Hey, Blake is a brother too.” I give them a pouty lip and again we laugh.

  “You said it. Jax always says he has two brothers, Brody and Blake.” Blake says the same thing about Jax. “So, London, do you need anything for tomorrow?”

  I sip my beer and peek over at Blake. “No, Blake and I are going to the store in the morning, but I’ve got it. I’m just so excited to have everyone over. I just hope you all aren’t bored.” Shannon smacks my arm, and I rub it, staring at her. “What the fuck was that for?”

  “Stop doubting yourself. It will be fun as hell.”

  “Shannon, I love you already. You sound just like me,” Blake says.

  I look up at Blake and he tips his beer to me. “Great, having both of you going at me should make for a great couple of days.” Shannon holds up her beer and Blake taps it. I roll my eyes and finish off my beer.

  We spend the next two hours drinking and enjoying each other’s company until Shannon gets drunk. She starts telling stories of college, and I think I kicked her a dozen times, trying to get her to stop, but the more she drinks, the more she talks. Everyone loves the stupid stories, getting more out of her than they have out of me. W
hen Brody says he’s going to take her back to his place, I want to kiss him.

  We all say goodbye, and Blake and I head to bed. Once we’re settled, he pulls me to rest my head on his chest. “London, was it college when he hurt you?” I tense up at the question and feel the need to run. “Relax, baby. I’m just asking. I’m not pressuring you.”

  I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “Yes.” He holds me tight and I keep my eyes closed, because I know if I open them, the tears behind them will spill out.

  Chapter Twelve

  Blake

  I wake up with London still wrapped in my arms. I stare down at her and my heart literally doubles its beats. I move the hair away from her face and study her while she sleeps—the way her mouth is slightly parted, her chest rising and falling, and the peaceful expression on her face. I’ve never been in love before, never understood the reason for it, but this right here makes me understand. I love her.

  Last night when we were hanging out and Shannon started talking about college, I watched London. I saw her kick Shannon several times. I watched her face appear almost fearful, like she was scared Shannon would say something she didn’t want known. That’s when I knew she met the guy that hurt her in college. When I asked her before we fell asleep, I felt her entire body tense up, but when she simply said yes, my heart broke in half. The way she said it was so incredibly sad, broken. I never want to hear her sound like that again, and I can tell you, without expecting a pat on the ass, that she never sounds that way with me. I make her laugh, make her smile, and make her enjoy life, just like I said I would. I can also have her screaming my name, which makes me enjoy life.

  I take in her soft, smooth skin, and my cock suddenly takes notice. I need to remind my girl that not all men are assholes, especially the one that is in love with her. I move slightly so she is now lying on the bed, and I crawl down to the bottom. I climb under the covers between her legs and gently push them apart. She is still sleeping soundly, so she doesn’t even try to put them back. I look at her soft, pink pussy and my mouth waters. I’ve gone down on my fair share of women, but no one compares to London. If there were a picture in the dictionary of the perfect pussy, it would be hers. I rest my hands on her thighs and dip my head, running my tongue from her ass up to her clit. She makes a soft moan, and as always, it turns me on more. I lick her softly and slowly a few more times, waking her up.

  “Umm.” As soon as she says it, I pick up my pace. I begin licking her clit as fast as my tongue will allow me, and push two fingers into her tight pussy. “Oh, Blake.” Damn, when she moans out my name, there is nothing sexier. I can feel her begin to tighten on my fingers already, so I fuck her fast with my fingers and let my tongue stay on her clit. She gets tighter and tighter before she screams out my name. “Blake!” I remove my fingers and lick her until she finishes rubbing her dripping pussy on my face.

  I slowly climb up her body, and when I’m in her sight, I lick my fingers clean. “My favorite breakfast. Always tastes so good.” She grins and shakes her head, but she knows it’s true. I’ve never lied to her and I never intend to. I let my hard cock drag against her sensitive pussy as I reach over to the nightstand to get a condom. She flinches, and it makes me grin. I get up on my knees and roll the condom on while staring into her eyes. They are always so telling, and right now, they are full of heat. She wants more and that’s exactly what she’ll get. “You ready for more, baby?” She gives me a nod, and I pull her legs up to rest on my shoulders. I lean down and position myself at her entrance, rubbing my cock on her. She closes her eyes, lost in the feeling, and I stop. She immediately opens them and looks at me. “Keep them open. I want to watch you.” As always, she does what I say. I reach around her legs and pinch her nipples as I slam into her.

  “Oh shit.” I love watching her while I fuck her. Her tits bouncing, the way she digs her nails into my arms, and the look of pure ecstasy on her face consume me. Having her pussy wrapped around me, sucking me in with every thrust, is more than I can take. She’s come to love my piercing, but I knew she would. I know how to use it to make sure she has the most mind-blowing orgasms. I stare into her eyes, and when I see what I can only describe as love, I know mine saw the same. I pick up my pace and she digs her nails in deeper, moaning. My balls are slapping her ass, and it makes me feel my release coming on fast.

  “Let go, baby. Let your body feel it.” She loves when I say that to her and it always works. She relaxes and lets her body feel everything. I feel her start to tighten on me, and I dig my fingers into her legs. She moans and throws her head back, but quickly looks right back into my eyes. My girl definitely likes to do what I tell her, in bed anyway. After a few minutes, I reach down to rub her clit, causing her to come all over my cock. “London, you are fucking beautiful. I love watching you come undone under me.” She continues to ride out her orgasm as I reach mine. I can feel my entire body tensing up as I explode into her. “Fuck, London.” I ride out my orgasm before letting her legs fall back to the bed and capturing her mouth. I kiss the hell out of her, letting her know just how much she means to me.

  After a bit, I break the kiss and smile down at her. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up,” she says and smiles back.

  I chuckle and kiss her nose. “I take care of what’s mine, baby. You know that.”

  We lie in bed for half an hour, a sweaty, sticky mess, before we decide it’s time to get up and shower. We need to eat something and shower before heading out to her place to get ready for tonight. She doesn’t know it, but I picked up a fire pit the other day for her. I have it in the back of my truck, and when we get to her place, I’ll set it up. She’s so worried about everyone being bored, and I think this will help put her mind at ease. Not that I think she needs it, but it will make her feel better.

  I let her shower first while I go to the kitchen to make us breakfast. Surprisingly, Jax and Kallie are up and have breakfast going.

  “Morning, stud,” Kallie says with a wink.

  I laugh at her and grab a cup out of the cabinet. “Kallie, if you want me to give Jax some pointers, let me know. It can’t be easy listening to that all the time, wishing he could make you scream like that.”

  Jax punches me and Kallie shakes her head. “Believe me, Jax needs no pointers.”

  I shrug my shoulders and pour myself a cup of coffee. “All right, if you like mediocre, that’s fine by me.” She sits at the table and I hop up on the counter, watching Jax cook breakfast. “So, after breakfast and a shower, we’re heading out to get ready for tonight.” Jax turns to me and lifts his eyebrows. “She’s nervous, brother. She doesn’t think anyone will have fun, so she wants to make everything perfect.”

  “I get it. As a woman, it’s just our nature to want to make sure everything is perfect. Can we do anything to help?”

  Jax glances back at Kallie and she smiles. I guess he had other plans, but it’s okay since we don’t need help. However, I’ll definitely string him along for a bit.

  “That would be great. If you guys wouldn’t mind, I need to pick up a table from Lowe’s that I ordered. I also need you to pick up probably thirty bags of ice. Oh, and the most important thing, a live pig. I’m going to kill it myself and put it on the grill.” Kallie screams and covers her mouth.

  Jax shakes his head and laughs. “You are such a dick.” I just laugh at him.

  Kallie shakes her head at me. “You’re an idiot. Seriously, do you need anything?”

  I hop down and get the milk out of the fridge for London’s coffee because I know she’ll be out soon. “No, we’re good, but thanks.”

  I slap Jax on the back and he gives me a grin. Yep, he definitely has plans on not letting Kallie out of his bed for most of the day. Jax finishes the eggs and I pour London’s coffee when I hear the bedroom door close. She’ll eat before she gets herself ready for the day. I stop in my tracks, amazed at how well I know her.

  “You all right, brother?”

  I nod at Jax and smile. “Never been b
etter.” He gives me a grin as if he knows exactly what I mean and turns back to the stove. After a few minutes, I hear London’s bare feet walking down the hallway. She walks into the kitchen and smiles.

  “Morning, everyone.” She walks over to me and I wrap her in my arms. I’ve noticed sometimes when she feels shy, or maybe uncomfortable, she likes to hide in my arms. I have no problem with that because that’s exactly where she belongs. I kiss her head and she lifts it to see me.

  “You all right?” I ask. She kisses my chest and rests her head back down. That’s unlike her, so I push off the counter and she moves off me. I grab her hand and my cigarettes and go outside. I lead her to the lounge chairs and we sit down. I light one and blow out the smoke. I don’t say anything yet, and we both sit in silence. When I’m almost done with my cigarette, I turn to her. “What’s wrong? And don’t lie to me, because I know you better than that now.”

  She shakes her head and continues to stare out at the pool. “I’m fine.”

  I put my smoke out and stand up, getting right in front of her. Sometimes she pisses me off when she lies about shit. “London, I just said don’t lie to me, and you’re lying. I’m one hundred percent honest with you all the time. Like right now, you’re pissing me off because you say nothing is wrong, but clearly, there is. So I’ll ask you again.” I bend down so I’m eye level with her and grab a hold of her hand. “What’s wrong?” She blinks back tears and now I’m starting to get nervous because it might be something more than I’m thinking.

  “Sometimes the past haunts me, all right? Sometimes I can be doing nothing, and it creeps up on me. Sometimes I feel like my world will shatter around me, and there is nothing anyone can do to help me. Happy?”

  I stand up and pull her up with me, holding her as tight as I can, even though I’m really pissed she just asked that. “Happy? Why the fuck would that make me happy? Seeing you hurting is the most painful thing for me to see. That would never make me happy.”