Conflict (The Wellingtons Book 3)

by Tessa Teevan

  That little tease is all I need. If the way she sucked my cock with such enthusiasm is any indication, Alyssa’s about to be the best lay of my life, and I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her. Here. Now. Finally.

  I quickly rise from the bed and grab her waist before flipping her onto her back and hovering over her. I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her off slowly at first, gently, the same way I want to make love to her. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back once I’m nestled inside her, but for this girl, this first time, I’ll try like hell.

  There’s an internal war waging within myself. I want to go slow; I also want her with more passion than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. As if she’s read my mind, Alyssa’s lips part, and our tongues tangle, dueling until I don’t know who’s vying for dominance. Not that I care. No matter the winner of this battle, I’ve already won the war. Skin pressed to skin, we let our hands roam each other, neither of us coming up for air for what feels like ages.

  With reluctance, I pull back and gaze down at this beautiful girl beneath me. Desire flashes in her eyes, and for a split second, I wonder what will happen after this night. But Alyssa wipes the future out of my mind when she wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me in closer to her—something I didn’t even think possible at this point.

  Her eyes lock with mine, and she gives me a soft smile. “I’m ready, Shane,” she whispers. “So ready. Take me.”

  I didn’t become CFO of an international conglomerate without learning how to tell people no, but this girl? This night? I’ll say yes to anything she wants as long as it means I’m inside her.

  My hand slips between us and I’m instantly met with the evidence that she’s telling the truth. She’s wet, so fucking wet, and it’s all for me. I can’t deny her, deny us, any longer.

  She whimpers when I break her contact to grab protection from my shorts, but once I reposition myself between her legs, the sound of her breath catching causes me to hesitate.

  I meet her eyes, locking our gazes, and she smiles up at me. It’s a sight I’ll never forget.

  Because I realize that, for the first time in my life, I’m actually looking at the woman I’m about to fuck and I’ve never done that before. It’s unnerving, but then she draws her bottom lip between her teeth and I know tonight is different.

  For whatever reason, she’s different.

  I hold her gaze as I find her entrance. With restraint I’m barely holding on to, I slowly push inside, filling her inch by inch, stopping when I reach some foreign barrier.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispers, and I push through, causing her to gasp and squeeze her eyes shut.

  I instantly still, my hand coming up to brush her bangs away, hating the pain etched on her features. A tear escapes her eye, and I’m about to pull out when her legs wrap around me.

  Her eyes open and she looks up at me. “Don’t stop,” she repeats.

  I hold still and steady my eyes, searching hers as realization dawns on me.

  How could I have been so stupid?

  “You… You’re a virgin?” I ask, my heart racing as shock washes over me.

  With hooded eyes, she gives me a playful smile. “Well, I was. But not anymore.”

  Fuck me sideways.

  I’ve never been with a virgin. I’ve never wanted to be with a virgin. In fact, it was a fucking rule of mine. And yet, something inside me warms to the idea. I can’t believe this girl is giving me this. Giving me her, for the first time. God, the sudden desire to never let her go overwhelms me and I have no idea what the fuck is going on with my brain anymore.

  This is brand-new territory for me. This is why I never fucked virgins before. I’d heard it was messy. Feelings. All that shit. I just hadn’t anticipated that those weird feelings would be coming from…me. I shake the thoughts out of my head.

  I gaze down at her. “Are you okay?”

  She nods, wrapping her legs around me even tighter. “Yes. I…I am. I’m fine, Shane. Keep going. Please. I want this. I want you.”

  I want to give this to her, to make it unforgettable for her, so I’m happy to comply. A small whimper escapes her lips when I’m seated fully inside her. I still my hips to revel in the exquisite tightness of her pussy.

  Part of me wonders if this is why I was so drawn to her from the first sight. Did some part of me know she’d be perfect for me, especially intimately? Because, now that I’m inside her, I’m pretty sure I’m ruined for all other pussy.

  Heaven.

  The space between her legs is pure heaven and utterly undeserving for a random one-night stand. Not that I care. I’ve had a taste, a tease of Alyssa’s sweet pussy, I’m getting my fill and not stopping until I’ve ruined her for all other men too.

  With gentle ease, I withdraw. Then I slowly push back in. I coach her, encouraging her to take what she wants. I want to make this perfect for her, being her first experience. But, for me, there’s also something new to this. It’s more intense, more exhilarating than it’s been with anyone I’ve been with before. Than anything I’ve done before.

  As we move together, I realize for the first time that there truly is a difference between fucking and making love. I planned on fucking this girl. I wasn’t prepared for the way it changed when I realized she’d given me her virginity.

  And I’m not prepared for the way it changes me even while still inside her. Especially while still inside her. It’s as if I’ve found what I’ve been missing. That all of those random fucks did nothing but leave a void in me.

  I may be giving Alyssa her first, but she’s also making me experience something brand new, and I’ll never forget it.

  Knox’s words float through my brain. The love of a good woman.

  I try to shake the thought out, to tell myself I’m just caught up in good pussy. Something in the recesses of my mind tells me I’m wrong though. That making love to Alyssa is going to change my life. Change my future into something I never expected. Something I never wanted. Everything I live for is suddenly thrown by the wayside, and it’s because of this girl under me.

  Hell, I don’t even know her last name, yet it doesn’t matter. I know, without a doubt, I’ll never let another woman in my bed. Not if I can help it.

  It’s far too fucking soon for this line of thinking, so I shake my head and force my attention into what I’m doing. She meets me thrust for thrust, and I have the overwhelming desire to make her come again.

  Her eyes are hooded, and I thrust forcefully then hold myself to the hilt inside her. Her eyes fly open.

  “Shane,” she whispers, staring up at me.

  “Eyes on mine, baby,” I insist before pressing my chest to hers, our faces mere inches apart.

  My hands find hers, intertwining our fingers and placing them over her head on the pillow. This position is the most intimate I’ve ever experienced, and with her, it feels so fucking right. We’re skin to skin. Chest to chest. Heart to fucking heart.

  “Sunshine, I want to watch you come with me inside you. I want you to watch me, too.”

  My words cause her to shiver with what I hope is pleasure, and as her pussy grips my shaft, I know she’s not far off. I stare down into Alyssa’s beautiful eyes, and it hits me that this is a pastime I could get used to. I have the urge to do this every morning and night for the rest of my life. If only with her. As if one taste, one feel of her was enough to make me become an addict. It’s one addiction I’ll never try to combat.

  The urge to bring on her release is primal, raw, and it’s not long before my tempo increases, our bodies becoming slick with sweat as we move in perfect harmony. Even this first time, we’re already so in sync, as if we’ve done this countless times.

  That’s how it feels with her. We click in every way, right from the very start.

  Desperate for her pleasure, I rock and roll my hips in order to create friction against her clit. I’m so damn close, but like hell I’ll come again before she finds her release. Apparently on the same page, and sh
e pulls me in deeper and her legs tighten around my waist, silently encouraging me to go harder. Faster. To take her to the edge and push her over. That’s precisely what I do, and I’m quickly rewarded moments later when her walls tighten all around me, encouraging me to finish her off.

  With one final, forceful thrust, I send her over the edge of bliss. Her entire body momentarily tenses up beneath me, and her pussy clenches me like the world’s strongest vise, bringing about my own release. I spill into her and groan as she milks every last drop from my cock.

  I watch with rapt fascination as Alyssa sinks back into the pillow, sated and satisfied. She bites her lower lip, and fuck, the look on her face has my deflating cock growing again. If it weren’t for the fact that this is her first time, I’d be raring to go already. Instead, I settle for watching her, enjoying the sight of post-orgasm Alyssa. She looks completely and utterly spent. And well fucked.

  She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  I lean down and capture her lips in a long, languid, lazy kiss. Her arms lightly wrap around my neck, and when I pull away, she smiles up at me with sleepy eyes. I’ll never forget this night. I’ll always remember the sight of her at this moment, lying beneath me after making love for the first time. It’s a sight I want to capture on film, but instead, I place my forehead on hers and gaze deep into her eyes, committing her to memory.

  “I could get used to this,” I admit, wondering if she’d be open to the idea of us seeing each other in Atlanta.

  Not that she knows I even live there. So I push the thought aside. I’ll tell her the truth in the morning. Tonight’s too special to get into all of that.

  She grins back at me. “You and me both, Shane. At least we have an entire week. I may be sore for days. But it was soooooo worth it. That was amazing. The most incredible experience of my life. I had no idea just how good it could be.”

  I press my lips to hers and promise with a smile, “This was only the beginning.”

  For the first time in my life, I actually think I’m looking forward to the morning after.

  MY PHONE rings in the middle of the night and I grimace at the sound. When I hear a man groan beside me though, I still. He’s not just a man, but Shane, pool boy, one-night stand, and the owner of a penis I never want to say goodbye to.

  I can’t help the butterflies stirring in my belly as I glance over and catch the sight of him in my bed, bare-chested, vulnerable in his sleep. God, if I didn’t know better, I’d say this is love at first sight.

  But I roll my eyes at the sentiment. I’m not falling victim to that line of thinking. Just because I lost my virginity to the guy does not a happy, blissful relationship make. I’m not going to confuse lust with love. I’m just going to chalk it up to an amazing night, a fantastic memory, and if we can make some more before the week’s end, I’ll be a happy camper. If we only have tonight… Well, let’s just not go there yet.

  I slip out from under Shane’s arm and roll towards the nightstand, surprised to see my sister’s name on the screen. I snatch it up, gingerly leave the bed, and head out to the kitchen so as not to wake the sleeping man in my bed.

  I’ll wake him—just not by way of phone.

  “Ariana?” I whisper. “Why are you calling so late?”

  “Lyss? Why are you whispering? Oh!” she exclaims, coming to her own—correct—conclusion. “You’re not alone, are you?”

  A giggle escapes my lips. God, I’m giggling like a lovestruck teenager. I haven’t done that since…well, high school. She’s my sister though, and I’ve never lied to her. I’m not going to start now. Not when I might have a chance to split my time between both her and Shane for the week.

  “Well…I may have slept with the pool boy,” I confess.

  She gasps. “You didn’t.”

  I grin, staring out onto the balcony and enjoying the way the moonlight captures the beauty of the water in the dark. “I sooo did. And I plan on doing it again before you get here. Which, actually, why are you calling so late? Shouldn’t you be hitting the road bright and early?”

  She’s supposed to arrive early in the morning, and Ariana needs at least eight hours of sleep or she’s a colossal grouch

  “I… Well, my night wasn’t quite as scandalous as yours, but I met a man at the hotel bar tonight and…”

  And it’s my turn to gasp now. “Ariana Covington, you little minx!”

  “No, no, it wasn’t like that. I was at the dinner with Benjamin, and you know how those things go.”

  “Let me guess. You sat through dinner picking at your food while Benjamin schmoozed whatever other blue blood was at his table. Then, before you were even finished eating, he excused himself to go play cards.”

  There’s silence for a moment before she speaks. “Well, it was the lure of rare cigars this time, but you’re pretty much right. Anyway, I didn’t want to be there in the first place, and once abandoned, I certainly wasn’t sticking around to hear about all of the accomplishments made by various blue bloods. You know how these charity dinners go. They’re basically just pats on the back for someone donating a ton of money. Heaven forbid any of them get their hands dirty.”

  Knowing that my sister can get rather long-winded on this soapbox, I interrupt her. “So, what happened? How’d you end up with a stranger?”

  “Well, I was walking towards the lobby when I decided to get a glass of wine from the hotel bar before heading home for the night. I don’t know what I was thinking, Lyss. I really don’t. But when I walked in, a man whistled in my direction and I…”

  “You scowled and flipped him off?” I ask, knowing just how much my sister hates cat calls.

  Ari doesn’t respond, and if she could see me, she’d see the eyebrow I’ve raised in interest.

  “Ariana?”

  “The scowl was forming when I caught sight of the man who’d whistled. Alyssa, I’ve never seen a more handsome man in my life,” she breathes, her voice full of wonder.

  Make that two of us.

  “Enough to make you look past the rude gesture?” I ask.

  “Enough to make my feet take on a mind of their own and draw me closer to him until I was sitting down, he was ordering me a drink, and I got lost in soulful, brown eyes.”

  Whoa.

  “And you ended up in his room, how?” I ask, more than curious.

  “In the time it took me to drink one glass of wine, he practically polished off half a bottle of scotch. Something weighed heavily on him. He didn’t flirt, really. He just…talked. Rambled. He was…rather drunk, and frankly, he seemed sad. Like he needed a friend. A shoulder to commiserate on because he certainly wasn’t going to cry. I don’t know. Something about him drew me in, and I couldn’t just walk away.”

  This is getting more interesting by the second. “So, what’d you do?” I ask.

  She hesitates for a brief moment and then releases a breath. “I helped him to his hotel room, put him to bed, and…we cuddled until he fell asleep.”

  I can’t help the snort that escapes me. “So you’re telling me you met a man at a bar, in a hotel, and you went back to his room to cuddle?”

  “I know it sounds ridiculous, but he asked and I just couldn’t say no. In fact, it was rather nice,” she says, acting somewhat indignant. As if this wasn’t completely out of character for her. “Anyway, I called to let you know where I was in case you called early in the morning. Clearly you’ve kept yourself occupied. I’m guessing you’d be okay if I stayed in Atlanta instead of coming down there? I’m just… I don’t think I’m feeling up for it,” she says, sounding drained, and I hate that for her.

  As much as I want to give Ariana crap for bailing on me, I’m wondering if this mystery man is finally, finally making her question her future. If that’s the case, then Ari can take all the time and space she needs. I’ll miss her, but it’s her freaking future. We can go to the beach any time. Because when she gets married, it’ll be for life.

  Plus, I may have an ulterior motive fo
r wanting to spend the rest of the week alone. Or, well, with Shane.

  “I suppose I’ll have to find some way to occupy my time if you’re not coming,” I say with a sigh.

  She laughs. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll have no problem figuring that one out. Thanks for understanding, Lyss. Running away from my problems won’t fix them.”

  I bite my tongue from once again reminding her she doesn’t have to get married. That she has so much time to call the wedding off, and if anyone gives her shit, they can deal with me. Ariana’s happiness means everything to me, and while I want to support her no matter what, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that marrying Benjamin Cunningham will not lead to a life of happiness. Hell, she’s already not happy, so does she think anything will change after they say I do?

  But now’s not the time. Neither of us is in the right place to have this discussion. Instead, we talk for a few more minutes and then make a date for a wine night when I get home.

  “Alyssa,” my sister’s sleepy voice calls over the phone.

  “Yeah?” I ask with a yawn.

  “When you get home, I want to know every single intimate detail,” she requests, and I laugh softly. “I’m serious. I’ve only ever been with one man, so if I have to live vicariously through you, I’ll do it.”

  “You forget, sweet sister, this was my first.”

  “Did his mom walk in?”

  I laugh at Ariana’s mention of the disaster with Ryan. “God, no. Not even a mention of the woman, whoever she is.”

  “Good. I’d call that progress. So, again, details.”

  Even though she can’t see me, I roll my eyes. “I promise, Ari, but only if you describe your mystery man to me in finite detail.”

  “Deal. Love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  We hang up, and I walk out onto the balcony to enjoy the cool breeze and get a few minutes to think. I want to rush back into the bedroom, back into Shane’s arms, and the thought scares me. I need to calm my racing thoughts. I’ve known the guy for what? A total of five hours—and I’m already hooked. The fresh air does little relieve my nerves, so I go back inside, desperate for whatever closeness I can get from him in the time we have left together.