Thorneless (Rose of Thorne Series)

by Michelle, Mia

  He moves so close to me that his mouth is mere inches from mine. I can smell the delicious smells of cinnamon on his breath as it tickles my lips, when he speaks.

  “Yes… I’m sure,” I stutter as I answer him.

  “Really? You came all the way out here just to tell me that you were leaving? You could have just called. I think there is another reason you came back.”

  “No, there isn’t. You are wrong.” I didn’t think he could move any closer than he already is to me, but he does. His mouth swipes slowly across my bottom lip and I feel myself losing every ounce of self-control once again.

  “You are mine, Skylar. You have been mine ever since I walked into that café last year, “ he whispers against my neck. I am on fire. My skin craves him like a desert craves the rain.

  What is wrong with me? Why am I not stopping him. Then realization hits me and I understand the reason why. It is because that deep down, past all the hurt inside of me, resides the immense love that I still feel for this man.

  I feel like I am in a whirlwind. In the past twenty-four hours, I have gone from one man’s arms to another and from one man’s lips to another. I feel dirty and guilty, but no matter what I am feeling, I don’t stop him; I can’t. Instead, I drop the blanket around me and allow him to pull my soaked shirt over my head. I tug his sweatshirt over his head along with the t-shirt underneath. My nails drag across his bare back as he kisses down my chest. Reaching around my back, I feel the clasp of my bra snap unhook and my tits bounce free from their confinement. Sebastian lunges for them when he sees them and begins sucking and squeezing, sending my body into complete inferno meltdown.

  I trace my nails on down his back and feel him growl against my skin. I smile remembering what that always does to him. I tenderly run my finger around the band of his jeans and unfasten them. My jeans are so soaked that they are glued to my skin. Sebastian leaves me panting as he frantically flies over to the desk in the room.

  What the fuck is he doing?

  He rushes back to me holding a silver pair of scissors in his hand and a mischievous grin on his face.

  I feel the glide of the metal as it slides against my skin.

  “Don’t move,” he warns with a sexy as fuck smile. Who knew the feel of sharp metal crunching against your skin could be so erotic? In no time he has me free of my jeans, but he doesn’t stop there. He remains on his knees looking up at me. Caressing my hips with his fingers he lifts the seam of my wet lace panties and smiles. He lifts the scissors and with two snips I am free from them as well.

  He holds the fabric up to his nose and inhales as he sucks the fabric into his mouth. I feel my sex flood with moisture as I watch him lick the lace with his tongue. I never break his stare as he continues removing my essence from my panties.

  The light from the fire illuminates his face and makes his amber eyes glow. The thunder crashes outside and ignites the hunger we have for each other. I watch as my panties go flying behind him and feel his strong hands grab my hips.

  Remaining on his knees, he urges me in closer and lifts my leg up and inhales my core. I feel his hot breath on my folds and then his hot tongue plunging inside of me replaces it. He continues forcing his tongue in and out of me with such force, that I feel my body coming apart instantly. His teeth nip at my clit and then he slowly swipes his tongue up and down on my folds. My body can take no more and I grab a handful of his dark hair into my hands and throw my head back as I come in his mouth.

  “Ahh…Oh yes! Yes! Oh, Sebastian...ahhhhhh!” I scream into the room. My voice echoes across the room and I feel him sucking down every last drop of my release. My legs go weak and I feel him tug me down to him. I drop to my knees as he ravishes my mouth with his. I taste my juices on my tongue and feel him bite at my bottom lip. He brings me closer and I wrap my legs around him and sit on his lap facing him. His hardness is pressing through his jeans and teasing my entrance.

  I work my hips back and forth a few times, but then I feel myself being laid back onto the soft thick rug in front of the fire. He moves over me a few times and then with one hand I unzip his jeans and yank them past his bottom. He wastes no time as he slams into me. Over and over, I feel him slide in and out of my wet folds.

  “Oh, baby. Fuck! You feel so damn good. So tight and wet only for me,” he whispers against my lips.

  “Harder, Sebastian. Please,” I beg and he lifts his pelvis and shoves in deeper than he ever has been before.

  “Tell me he hasn’t had this. Tell me I’m the only man who has ever entered this sweet pussy,” he demands.

  “Yes…just you. It’s only just been you.” I reply.

  I hear him hiss through his teeth and we both moan loudly in unison to our pleasure.

  A few more thrusts and I arch my body upwards and scream. My inner walls clench down on him and I feel him press in hard and then pulsate his thick release inside of me.

  “Skylar! Agh!” he screams as he shakes in pleasure. He leans down and gently kisses me on the lips. He supports his weight on his elbows and places his hands in my hair. Remaining inside of me, he still feels hard and ready. He studies my face so tenderly that it makes my soul hurt inside. I watch as he leans in to sweetly kiss me. Our tongues move around each other in slow harmony. I move my hips upward and watch as his eyes open and lock with mine. I sit up and hold on as he flips over and onto his back

  I love being on top of him. It is his way of letting me have control. This is something he only allows from me. I roll my hips back and forth, as I rock him hard. His hands go to grab my waist as he lifts me up to slam me down on his cock. I allow him to do this because it is his way of struggling to give me control. I remove his hands and push them back over his head.

  He smiles when he realizes what I am doing. He is much stronger than me, but he doesn’t fight me. He keeps his hands over his head and I lift back up and arch my back. My wet curls slide down my back, as I ride him harder than I ever have before. It is a race of desperation from all the months we have been apart. I see him coming undone below me and it spirals me into a hard and long climax. I wrap my fingers in with his as he lifts up and fills me up inside again with his seed.

  Exhausted I roll off of him and he wraps us back up in the blanket I had used earlier. The storm still rages outside but I don’t care. I am safe here with him.

  Flashes of my parent’s funeral invade my dreams. Images of their coffins being slowly lowered into the ground churn my stomach and awaken me. The sheets are glued to me from the sweat of the nightmare. I haven’t dreamt about them in months. I look over at the gorgeous man sleeping beside me and I am conflicted. What do I do?

  I might regret our time on the roof, but I don’t regret last night. I want to be with him, but my nightmares only serve as a reminder of what this man has done to my family and me. I no longer hate him; I just know that being with him is impossible.

  Leaving is the right thing.

  I spot my bag. The driver must have grown tired of waiting and left it. I quietly manage to retrieve some clean clothes from it and dress. After I phone a cab from the office down the hall, I write a few sentences on a piece of paper and walk back into the bedroom where he is sleeping. I lay the note beside of him and walk out of the room. The cab arrives shortly afterwards and the driver loads my bag into the trunk.

  Leaving this time is much more difficult. There is nothing worse than seeing your heart be left behind, even if you are convinced that it is the right thing to do.

  Sebastian

  The chirping of my phone awakens me and I instantly roll over to the coldness beside me. Had it all been a dream? Her familiar sweet smell is on the sheets mixed with her honey essence that still lingers on my tongue. It’s intoxicating and I want in her immediately.

  “Skylar?” I call out for her, but there is no reply. I don’t bother putting anything on as I stand to move around the other side of the bed. And then I see a note peeking out from underneath the pillow on her side of the bed.

&nb
sp; Sebastian,

  I don’t regret what happened between us last night. I need some time to figure out everything in my head. I am going to visit Kylie. Please don’t follow me. I need to do this.

  Skylar

  I sit down on the bed where she had laid beside me and bring the pillow up to my nose. I find relief in reading her note again. She doesn’t regret our time together. Last night had been off the charts phenomenal. Every single time with her is more incredible than the last.

  As much as it hurts, I won’t go after her, not yet anyway. I will give her some time to think, but not too much time. As long as I know I have a chance, I will give her as much space as she needs. I’ve read the note at least a dozen times now and I pray that is what she is giving me…a chance.

  Skylar

  It is a little after three in the morning when my flight finally arrives in Los Angeles. Kylie is out here on business for at least a month and her company has graciously put her up in a two bedroom condo while she is here. I am so grateful that it worked out where I could come stay with her. If there is anyone who can help me sort out this shit in my head it’s Kylie. I make my way through the long line of passengers and try to wait patiently to see my best friend. She spots me immediately and even pushes past an elderly lady on a walker to get to me. Yep, that’s my best friend.

  “Hey babe!!! I have so fucking missed your face!!!” She yells as she throws her arms around my neck. Wearing a short black pair of cut off shorts and a revealing tank top, she draws lots of attention from men as she bends over to take my bag. When we get my things at the luggage pickup she sees a tall older man eyeing her tits and frowns.

  “What? You never seen fucking tits before?” She snarls as I lift up my other bag off the machine. Oh how I have missed this girl!

  Kylie sits down on the bed and helps me unpack. I know immediately that she wants to ask me what is going on, but I turn the cards on her before she has the chance to do so.

  “So spill. What is going on with you and Nik? And don’t you dare lie to me!”

  “I don’t want to talk about him right now, alright?” She says sadly as she sits there playing with the throw pillow in her arms. For the past couple of weeks she hasn’t been herself and every time I Skype her she avoids talking about Nikolas.

  “Kylie, what is going on?” I urge her to answer me.

  “They want me to stay on here in L.A. and have offered me an associate position. It is a chance of a lifetime, but Nik doesn’t want me to take the job. At first I thought that it is because he had been thinking about us getting married, but he made it clear that he never wants to ever get married or have kids.”

  “I’m sure he might change his mind on that one day,” I try to reassure her, but she shakes her head at me and continues.

  “Just last week my period had been late and I thought I was pregnant. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure, so I bought a pregnancy test from the pharmacy down the street. He accidently saw the test and completely flipped out. We argued for hours about it the night before I had been scheduled to come out here. He doesn’t know I took the job yet and I don’t care. Maybe he isn’t the guy for me after all,” she softly says as she looks away. I know this girl all too well and believe me, Nikolas Thorne is the perfect man for her.

  “Oh honey,” I say as I climb over the bed to her. “I know he loves you. Just give him time and I am sure he will see how important this job is to you.” Kylie lets me wrap my arms around her as she lets out the tears she had been holding back. Lord knows she has done this more than a few times for me over the years.

  “It will be okay, Kyles. I promise you!” I say as I continue rubbing her back lightly.

  She picks that moment to spin everything back to me.

  “Well, that is enough about me. So are you going to tell me what the hell is going on with you and why are you here?”

  “I told you on the phone, Kyles. I just need a break and I wanted to see my best friend. I miss you.”

  “Uh-huh. Well, look here, heifer, I know you like the back of my hand, so let’s have it. The truth this time, bitch!”

  “I told you. I just need a break. It’s too much traveling and I rarely get any time off to see anyone,” I reply.

  “You need a break from that fine ass man? I don’t think so! SPILL!”

  “Alright!! I slept with Sebastian and Lucas walked in and found us right afterwards.”

  “WHAT? Are you kidding me? And you didn’t call me?” she yells at me.

  “Calm down, Kylie! I didn’t call you because it just happened and I didn’t want to go into it over the phone

  “So, does this mean you and Sebastian are back together?” She asks hopeful. Although she loves Lucas, she still wants me to be with Sebastian.

  “No, we are not together. I had to get away from both of them, so I came here.

  “Wow, sister! And I thought I had drama in my life!” She giggles.

  I toss the pillow beside me at her and she dives to miss it. Maybe it sounds silly, but right now she needs me and I sure as hell need her. I don’t know when I will ever get my head clear or what I am going to do next, but for now, I just need this break from the world.

  8 Weeks Later

  Lucas

  I am not a patient man; so to say how miserable I have been the past eight weeks is an understatement. Skylar doesn’t know it, but I have kept up with her through Kylie almost every week. She is lucky I don’t call multiple times daily as desperate as I am to see her again. In our last conversation, Kylie had informed me that Skylar was now doing some contract work again for the Japanese billionaire that she had worked for last year. She is designing an addition on to his new L.A. resort that has apparently been a huge Hollywood hotspot.

  Then I told Kylie that I would be coming to Los Angeles on business this week. I had hated to lie to her, but I guess if you consider that I believe Skylar to be my business, then I am not lying at all. She is just as important an investment as any of the wealthy people I work for.

  I watch the runway as we make our landing and smile. How ironic that Los Angeles is the known as the City of Angels and it is true in my case. My angel is here. I won’t lie. I don’t know how she is going to handle seeing me, especially after all of these weeks, but I can’t sit back waiting on her to return.

  I switch on my phone as the plane stills on the tarmac and a message from Kylie instantly pops up.

  KYLIE: Just texting you to let you know my address is 622 Jackson Street.

  KYLIE: I am not responsible for damages you will receive, but I am responsible for the damages that may occur to my place. So just remember that!

  I laugh at her last comment. She is possibly right, though I don’t know how Skylar is going to react to me just showing up on her doorstep.

  ME: I just landed. Need to rent a car and then I will be heading to your place. Is she there?

  KYLIE: She is home working today. She’s been sick for the past week with an awful cold. Her stubborn ass won’t let me take her to the doctor. Try to talk some sense into her please!

  ME: I’ll try! Thanks again!

  I hurry and retrieve my only bag from the baggage claim and then sign for my rental car. I toss my bag into the back seat and enter in the address into the navigation system that Kylie had given me. Even after hitting the freeway, it still takes me a good hour to make the short nine mile drive to her condo. I hate L.A.!

  Once I arrive at the destination, I ease up and park the Audi on the side of the road and make my way up to the front door. A small brown puppy is attached to a long blue leash and is yelping happily at my approach. In the dogs excitement, it manages to turn the inside knob and open the door. I frown at the fact she had not had the door secured. After everything that has happened to her, you would think she would not be so careless especially living in a city like this. I inch cautiously forward and can hear Skylar coughing inside.

  “Alright, Bella. I’ll be there in just a…,” but then s
he breaks into another long coughing spell. Immediately I become anxious, so I pick up the puppy and walk towards the door. The excited little pup begins playfully licking my face as I walk inside. I look around the apartment for her but don’t see her. Not wanting to frighten her, I stand here for minute or two because I am unsure of how to announce myself being here. Carefully, I sit the eager puppy down and follow him into the adjoining room. Instantly it runs to the couch and begins yelping loudly. I turn the corner and then spot Skylar’s hand hanging off the couch, almost touching the floor. The puppy begins playfully licking her hand and I watch as she weakly moves her arm. Confused as to how the dog got in, she tries to sit up and then I see her fall back against the pillow.

  “Bella, how did you?” She begins and then she spots me standing there in the room.

  She tries to sit up again, but I see then how weak that she truly is and I grow immediately concerned.

  Her face is extremely pale and her beautiful eyes are sunken in her head trimmed with deep dark circles underneath. Her nose is bright red and looks raw from her runny nose. When she throws back the covers, I nearly gasp at how much weight she has lost.

  “What are you doing here?” She tries to ask me, but then another coughing spell overtakes her, so I interject.

  “Christ, Skylar! Why haven’t you been to a doctor? How much weight have you lost?” I throw question after question at her.

  She sneezes and then blows her nose. The puppy jumps at the new tissue and excitedly begins shredding it on her lap.

  “I’ll get Kylie to take me tomorrow, Lucas. I have been fighting this cold for a while now and haven’t slept or eaten that much. I really haven’t lost that much, “ she says. I know she is either lying or is just blind. She has lost a very obvious fifteen pounds or better.

  “I’m here now so let me take you to the doctor,” I offer and move closer, but she holds up her hand in protest.

  “No, don’t get too close. I don’t want you to catch it. I may have the flu or something,” she continues.