Unsteady in Love: Fairlane Series #3

by Layne, Harlow

  One of his hands fisted in my hair, the other going to the comforter and gripping it tightly. “Fuck, Prue, I’ve missed your hot mouth. Take me all the way down your throat. Open for me, baby.”

  Out of practice, I did the best I could. I took him in until he hit the back of my throat and then swallowed him down until my lips met the base of his cock. “That’s it,” he called, using one hand to set the pace as he fucked my mouth. He moaned as my hand reached around and cupped his balls; he swelled in my mouth.

  “Oh God, Prue, I’m going to come.” He stilled my head, pushing his hips up and spilled down my throat. Pulse after pulse of his essence shot out before his body went lax. “Come here,” he called, pulling me up and onto his lap. With his eyes closed, Holden rested his forehead against mine. “I needed that. I was too wound up to properly take care of you.”

  “Mmm,” I hummed, intoxicated by being in his arms. Kissing his chin, I grinned. “We do need to consummate this marriage.”

  “Oh, we will my sweet wife, but first I need to taste you. Crawl up there and let me have my way with you.” His eyes flashed fire, and my core pulsed.

  As I crawled up the bed, I panted in anticipation of Holden touching me after being apart for so long. Every night in my dreams, he touched me, but it wasn’t as good as the real thing. Nothing was as good as Holden’s mouth and hands on me.

  “Right there,” he growled out and bit my ass cheek; I squealed. “Stay like that. I want to eat you just like that with your beautiful ass on full display.” His nose dragged down from the middle of my back, every once in a while stopping to place a tender kiss. When he hit my crack and trailed down, I shivered in delight. Pushing aside my panties, one finger slipped through my folds. His long digit dipped inside, and instantly I needed more. I reared back but he stopped me with another bite to my other cheek.

  “Be patient. We’ve got all night. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you all these years.”

  His hot tongue swept up and down my slit. Pushing inside only to lick up to my bundle of nerves and swirl his tongue around. He continued to repeat this pattern until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Holden, please, fuck me,” I moaned out in frustration. My hands clung to the comforter beneath me.

  Two fingers filled me, pumping, building me back up before retreating. I wanted to cry until those very same fingers moved to my clit. Using my juices, Holden rubbed small circles on my nub as his hot tongue fucked my core. Higher and higher, I built. Pushing back against his face for more, I fell over the edge. My world shattered around me as I fell face first into the bed, panting. My ass still in the air, Holden held me there, licking up every drop of my orgasm. I writhed against his face as I slowly came down.

  When my breathing finally calmed, Holden snuggled up beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist as he placed kisses on every inch of skin he could reach.

  “That was amazing,” I finally said, lacing my fingers with his.

  “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”

  “You couldn’t even see my face,” I laughed.

  “Your pussy is beautiful when you come. It’s missed me.” He lightly bit down on my shoulder.

  I squirmed, pressing my ass against his hard cock; Holden moaned and pulled me tighter against him. “I’ve missed you. Not just these past few months, but for years, I’ve longed for you to be right where you are now.”

  “I promise to make up for all the years I was gone. Starting now,” he growled, rolling me over and pinning me under him.

  My hands moved to his sides and ran up the taut ridges of his stomach and the few spots of puckered skin—scars from where shrapnel from the IED had hit him—only stopping once my hand was over what I now dubbed ‘my tattoo.’

  “You really like it don’t you?”

  “Yes.” I scratched my nails down his torso until I came into contact with his hot length. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I pulled him closer until his lips were only a breath away.

  “Good, it was a way for me to keep a little piece of you with me always.”

  My heart melted, and I forgave him for leaving me all those years ago. I knew deep down he thought he was doing what was best for the both of us. He was so young. Did I like what he’d done? No, but we were together now, and I knew nothing was going to tear us apart again.

  I leaned up, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Tasting my juices still covering his full, kissable lips, I wanted him again. Pulling back, Holden skated his hand between my breasts until he reached my core. His thumb rubbed rough circles as my hips bucked up against him. “I need to be inside of you. Are you ready for me?” He dipped two fingers inside and pumped once before removing them.

  Rubbing up and down my slick core, Holden coated his dick until it glistened with my arousal. His cock was beautiful and even more so when it was coated with me. Once he was satisfied, he slowly pushed his way in.

  I couldn’t help but close my eyes as he filled and stretched me. It felt so good. Like finally feeling whole after years of missing a part of me. I was so full, and when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled almost all the way out, stilling. Wrapping my legs around his lean hips, I licked up his neck as I pulled him back in with my legs. When I bit down on his earlobe, Holden groaned loudly, picking up his pace. His hips pounded into mine as his thumb continued to rub delicious circles around my clit. His pace was dizzying, or maybe it was the feel of him finally being inside of me after all this time. I wasn’t sure which, and I didn’t care. My only thought was that I never wanted it to end.

  “Fuck, Prue, I need you to come. I don’t think I can hold on much longer. You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out. Leaning down, he plunged his tongue into my waiting mouth. His tongue mimicked what his hips were doing, and with one pinch to my clit, I flew over the edge, pulling him right along with me. I felt his dick pulse each time I clenched him, milking him of his hot semen.

  Holden collapsed on top of me, panting into my neck. My arms wrapped around him, caressing the expanse of his broad back. As his breath slowly calmed, and he rolled to his side and wrapped me in his arms. “I missed you so fucking much.”

  “I missed you too. I thought I knew how much until I saw you walking toward me.”

  Our hands wandered and caressed as we laid there enjoying being in each other’s arms, talking about little things. There had been very little privacy back when we’d been in high school, and we’d never gotten a chance to really enjoy each other like this before. I treasured being able to stay in his arms for hours if I wanted to. Being able to show him how much I loved him with my body and touch alone. When I heard his stomach growl, I couldn’t help but laugh as mine echoed it.

  “You’re hungry. I can make us something to eat.”

  “I could eat. What do we have?”

  “Nothing exciting. If I’d known you were coming home, I would have gone to the store. I can make you a sandwich, or I have some left-over lasagna in the fridge I can heat up.”

  Holden’s eyes lit up at the word home, and I loved it. He’d lived too long without one, and I was determined to make him feel like this was his home too.

  He groaned and dipped to kiss me on the nose. “Lasagna sounds wonderful. Did you make it?” he asked excitedly.

  “I did.” I smiled, remembering how much he used to love eating my lasagna. “I’ll go heat some up and meet you back in here. I’m not sure if I’m done with you.”

  His brown eyes turned into dark with lust. “You better go before I spend another two hours having my wicked way with you.”

  I scurried off the bed, throwing on the shirt Holden had worn earlier, and made my way to the kitchen. Cutting a large piece for him and a much smaller piece for myself, I placed them in the toaster oven while I got him a glass of milk and me a sweet tea.

  When I got back to the bedroom, Holden was sitting up against the headboard with his eyes closed and a serene look on his handsome face. He looked at peace. I couldn’t he
lp but stand there taking him in. He wasn’t my cute boyfriend from high school anymore. No, now Holden was rugged and handsome. He was all man with his lean face and carved-out-of-stone jaw. His chest was still slightly tanned with bulging muscles that I had enjoyed watching ripple as he fucked me. Then there were the tattoos. Tribal tattoos covered his arms, chest, and back. The only one out of place was my name. I wanted to trace each and every inch of his ink with my tongue.

  “Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to feed me?” he asked with his eyes still closed.

  “How?”

  “My stomach started growling non-stop the second I smelled your lasagna. Stop denying me woman and feed me,” he growled playfully.

  Walking to the bed, I laughed. “They always say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I think you fell in love with me because of my lasagna.”

  “There are a lot of things that made me fall in love with you, but right now your lasagna will reaffirm my love.”

  “Maybe I should feed you too?” I questioned with a raised brow.

  “Now, no need for all that. Maybe you can just blow on it for me.”

  Laughing, I sat our plates down and kissed him on the cheek. “I missed your sense of humor.”

  “I’ll be here all…forever. Shit,” he laughed, taking a sip of his milk, “that didn’t sound good, but neither does all week. You know what I mean.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Just eat so I can have my way with you again.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He saluted me.

  * * *

  “Holden?” I said his name quietly, unsure if he was asleep yet or not.

  “Mmm…” He pulled me closer to his chest and nuzzled me.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course, anything.” He kissed the top of my head.

  “You were or are surprisingly okay with me seeing your body and your leg.”

  “That’s not a question.” His voice was monotone. I wasn’t sure if I should continue or not, but I knew if I held back everything I wanted to say to him, I’d start to resent him and myself. I wanted us to be able to communicate.

  “No, I guess it’s not, but I don’t know, I thought it would be tougher to get you into bed with me. You would barely let me touch you when I saw you before. What happened?” I thought he’d be more uncomfortable and would want the lights out. That he’d hide from me.

  “Well,” he drew out the word, “I’ve had plenty of time to think these past few months, and I realized I’d be the dumbest man on the planet if, after finally winning you back, I lost you because I was ashamed of my body. My leg isn’t ever going to grow back, and while it was hard, I knew I had to come to terms with the way my life is now.” He squeezed me tighter. “I have so much to be thankful for. I shouldn’t have to get any more surgeries, and I’m lucky I lost my leg where I did. I realized it’s not the end of the world. This is who I am now.”

  I leaned up on my elbows to look down at him. “I was afraid of how you saw yourself in the hospital. I know it was hard when you couldn’t get out of bed because your body needed to heal. You really are lucky.”

  “Not once when you were visiting did you look at me differently.”

  “Of course not, Holden. I love you, and I’m grateful you’re here with me. You’re still you. Hell, you’re better than you were in high school. You’re the new and improved Holden Montgomery. Only now you’re a little bionic.”

  Holden threw his head back and laughed. “I’m not bionic yet but maybe one day.” His face turned serious, his eyes searching mine. “It really doesn’t bother you?”

  “Not one bit.”

  “You haven’t seen it without the sock on it. You might change your mind,” he mumbled, not looking my way.

  Sitting up I looked him in the eyes. “Do you think I’ll see it and all of a sudden ask for a divorce? When you’re ready for me to look, then I’ll look, but it’s not going to change the way I feel about you. I can promise you that.”

  “It happens,” he replied, looking up at the ceiling.

  Taking a breath, I nodded because it did happen. “I’m sure it does. Not everyone is as lucky as you. So many more are hurt so badly, but I truly believe this will barely change your life.

  “I’m so lucky to have you by my side. If you weren’t so understanding, I wouldn’t be where I am today. More than likely, I would have gone into a deep depression, so thank you for sticking with me even when I was an asshole and pushed you away.”

  “You’re welcome.” I kissed my name on his chest.

  “I’m not going to lie. Not all days are good days, but I know I can do this. I have a therapist to see in Riverside to help me deal with everything. I only ask for you to be patient with me.”

  “I promise.” He had no idea what I’d go through to be with him. There was no way I’d ever let him leave me again.

  “With you, the most beautiful woman in the world, by my side, I can get through anything.”

  “And I promise I’ll never leave your side. Not until the end of my days.”

  32

  PRUE

  Two Years Later

  “Holden, you’ve got to let me up. The girls are waiting for me.” I writhed underneath him. His hot mouth trailed kisses down my stomach.

  Looking up at me through his lashes, he smiled. “I want you to come for me one more time. Then you can go.”

  “I’m already late. Do you want to get married today or not?”

  His brows pulled together. “It’s a vow renewal, and we’re already on our honeymoon. I don’t see what the big deal is. One more orgasm. You know you want it. Later, you’ll be dying for my mouth on your hot body.”

  “Maybe the fact that we asked our friends to come with us to celebrate, and they’re waiting,” I moaned as he slipped a long digit into my core and curled it, hitting me in that special spot that drove me wild. Holden had woken me up bright and early, nestled between my legs, and so far, hadn’t come up for air. Not that I was complaining. Well, I was, but not for that reason.

  “I can paint your nails for you later if you want. Right now, I want to devour your pussy.” He smirked up at me.

  “For the love of all that’s holy, you are not painting my nails. Don’t you want to hang out with the guys?” I moaned when his mouth moved to my clit and sucked.

  Holden’s head popped up. “Are you really asking me that?” He plunged his fingers deep inside and massaged in just the right place. “I’d much rather be here with you, but I promise to let you go after you come once more.”

  “Then I want you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. Please, Holden, don’t deny me.” My hips ground against his hand, moving with the tempo of his fingers. I was getting close, and I wanted to be full of him.

  Kissing up my body, Holden nipped my bottom lip. “When have I ever denied you?”

  “Never,” I answered breathily.

  “That’s right, baby, now since you’re trying to hurry me along, I want you to ride me. Do you think you can do that?” He licked along my bottom lip only to fuck my mouth with his tongue. He plunged deep and swirled his tongue with mine, not stopping until we were both out of breath and gasping for air.

  His hot length rested high on my thigh, but not where I needed it most. With my hands to his chest, I pushed him to the side and took advantage, straddling him. I rubbed my core up and down his long cock, but I needed more. So much more. Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I slowly lowered myself onto him. Inch by glorious inch, he was right where I needed him to be.

  “That’s right, baby, just like that. Take me all the way in. Fuck, Prue, how are you always so tight and ready for me?” he groaned out, biting his bottom lip and driving me wild.

  Leaning down, I bit his bottom lip, pulling it from between his teeth, and then sucked on it. Hard. My hips started to rock and, on the way down, I rubbed my clit into his pelvis. My already sensitive nub had me halfway there as I rode him with a
bandon. Leaning back, I placed my hands on his thighs as I opened myself up for him, feeling every inch as I took him in. One hand massaged and pinched my breast, as Holden’s thumb rubbed me in slow circles.

  “Oh God, I’m so close,” I moaned, riding him faster.

  “Let yourself go. Milk my cock, baby. I want to feel you squeeze every last drop out of me.”

  And I did just that. I let loose and flew. Pleasure and fireworks erupted until I couldn’t move any longer. I collapsed on his chest, placing a kiss on my tattoo. Holden took over, hands on my hips as he moved me up and down drawing out his own orgasm. He moaned into my neck, his fingertips digging deep into my ass. Biting down on my neck, he released. Thrusting one last time deep inside of me.

  I wrapped my arms and legs around my husband. We had come a long way since he’d showed up at my father’s funeral. Some days, I still wasn’t sure how he convinced me to marry him. I must have been in shock, but not once had I ever regretted it. I had tried to push him away, to stay mad at him after he’d left again, but each email he’d sent me was a jolt to my heart that slowly started to warm it up after years of being shut down. Each and every day, Holden let me know how much he loved me and how grateful he was that I hadn’t let him push me away after his accident. There were more than a few bad days over the past couple of years, but we had worked through them. Holden talked to me and his therapist along with his new friends, Luke, Jax, and Jack. I was proud of him and how much he’d overcome. Now, unless you knew him, you’d never know he wore a prosthetic.

  Holden was simply the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  “With your hormones lately, I thought you’d want to stay in bed all day,” Holden rasped into my ear, bringing me to the here and now.

  “I didn’t say I didn’t want to. Only that I couldn’t. I can’t leave the girls waiting for me all day.”