Let Me Love

by Michelle Lynn

  Trey’s huddled in a group with his best friends, but his gaze finds me across the room for the millionth time. Clasping Brady on the shoulder, he turns my way. My stomach lurches when he starts to make his way over. God, the man is gorgeous. His tattoos only add to his hotness appeal. Tonight, even dressed in slacks and a button down, his ink still peeks out from his rolled up sleeves and neckline. That crooked smile he’s throwing my way, knowing I’m mentally drooling over him, is enough to create a need so desperate for him within me that I’d allow him to take me into the back room and forget everything.

  The memory of that night, when I had no choice but to end it crashes to the forefront of my mind. The hurt in his eyes when I told him I didn’t love him. How he crumbled in front of me, begging me not to do this to him—to us. Watching him in the rearview mirror as I drove away. Him standing in the street, watching my taillights disappear is just as gut wrenching now as when it happened. Tears that stung my eyes and the hysterical sobs that wailed out of me, aware that I just lied to the only man I would ever love.

  Chapter 1

  Six Months Ago

  Trey

  God, I’m already annoyed with these guys. Between Brady and Sadie’s constant love fest and Grant and Jessa’s newfound lust, I’m ready to retch in every trashcan we pass down the corridor. Why did I sign up for this little spring break outing anyway? Oh yeah—the snow bunnies. I can imagine all the little hotties needing me to warm them up after a day on the slopes. Tossing my duffle on the floor, I slump into the seat across from Hulk, also known as Dex. We nicknamed him Hulk our freshman year, not only because of his size but his sudden outbursts that would get us all using a first aid kit after a night out. He doesn’t do himself any favors by wearing the tight ass t-shirts that show off every muscle in his torso. He peers at me over the top of his Men’s Health magazine, smirking. I shoot him a confused look, and his eyes shift to the right. Following his signal, I spot the smokin’ hot piece of ass at the end of the row.

  I raise my gaze to look at her face, but her head is down, focusing on an iPad, and her body is already in a defensive stance, making it known to every male within a twenty-foot perimeter to stay the fuck away. Although the thrill of the chase entices me, I’ll let Dex have this one. I still owe him from two nights ago, when I snuck in and took that redhead home after he went to the bathroom. Hey, it wasn’t like he didn’t already have three other girls chomping at the bit anyway. I’m pretty sure when I ran into the cute blonde with the huge rack leaving the house the next morning, he’d forgiven me.

  I give Dex the nod, telling him to go for it, and stand up to go take a piss. I hate those airplane bathrooms. They’re so small and cramped. Not to mention, I’m always a tiny bit scared the plane will crash while I’m in there. I’ll be found with my pants around my ankles in the bottom of an ocean, and then the sharks— Shit! I’m not going to think about that. On my way to the bathroom, a cute strawberry blonde behind the counter at the gift shop catches my eye. She’s clearly giving me those fuck me eyes I’m familiar with, so I change directions and make a straight line in her direction.

  I slyly act interested at a few magazines before grabbing Maxim. Tossing it on the counter, I give her a flirtatious smirk. I’d use a line, but from the way her eyes are currently roaming my body, no need to waste one.

  “Hey.” I place a ten-dollar bill on the magazine, but she pushes it back to me and takes the magazine. After digging around in a drawer, she pulls out a black marker and writes something on the back page.

  Handing the magazine back to me, she says, “It’s on me.” She slowly moves her tongue over her top lip and winks at me. Shit, she’s good. I’m already throbbing.

  “Thanks.” I shift slightly to re-adjust myself.

  “No problem,” she replies, leaning forward against the counter, pressing those nice tits together, giving me the perfect view. My hands twitch thinking about manipulating those C cups. “Check out the last page, there’s some really good information there.”

  I glance at my watch, and then back at her to read her nametag. “Kim, I’ve only got twenty minutes before my flight.”

  “Don’t worry about that, I’ll meet you in three.” She shoos me with her hand, and another young girl walks in. I venture out of the store, flipping to the last page. In big black marker, ‘My tits want your mouth. Door in the back. Three minutes.’ Thank the fucking lord! This is just what I need, a good fuck to relax me before hopping on that death trap they call a plane.

  Exactly three minutes later, I walk back in the store, winking at the new girl behind the counter. She smirks up at me, as I continue my way to the back door. I knock softly and peer side to side to make sure no one is watching. The door opens slightly, and I snake through the small opening, closing it behind me. After I lock it, she pushes me against the door, her hands already undoing my belt. Before I can even kiss her, she’s pushing my pants down and falls to her knees. Holy Shit! She immediately descends on me, taking all of me deep down her throat. I place my hands on her head to keep her right where I want her. After only a few more strokes of her mouth, she’s back in my face, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. As much as my dick is enjoying the whole take charge thing this girl has going on, I’m a bit bored with her eagerness.

  I firmly place my hands on her ass and hoist her up to me. Her skirt wraps around her waist, and I dig the condom I snuck in my pocket a few seconds ago. She takes it out of my hand and tears it open with her teeth. Quickly, I pluck it from her hands and roll it down on myself before, pushing her thong to the side and thrusting myself deep. She hollers out, so I cover her mouth. Partly because I don’t want people to hear us, and a small part of me doesn’t want her to feel like she could kiss me again. This is what it is, a good fuck in a storage room, and I’m not about to confuse it with anything intimate.

  Her arms wrap around my neck, and, soon, she’s bucking against me as I’m pounding into her. Taking my hand away from her mouth, I pull out a tit and grab the nipple with my teeth. She moans loudly when I suck it into my mouth, so I place my free hand over her mouth again, and she bites my palm. Shit, I bet she’s got a torture fetish! Just as I’m sucking on her tit and my cock is fucking her hard, her muffled groans inch louder and she clenches against me. Slowly relaxing in my arms, I give her no time to recover before I let go of her hips and her feet fall to the floor. Bending her over a chair, I push my dick back into her wetness, wrapping my arms around her body and gripping onto her tits as leverage. Thrusting in and out, I shove deeper each time until that feeling I love hits me and everything else in the world is gone and only pure pleasure is left. Before I’m about to blow, I pull out fast and rest my condom-covered cock on her back until it all pumps out.

  Then I step back and roll the condom off, knotting it tight and clench it in my fist. She reaches over, and I squint to the bright light she flipped on. After pulling up my pants, I tell her it was good, and she reciprocates the mutual casual sexual encounter politeness. It’s nice she has no expectations from this little rendezvous. Clasping the used condom in my hand, I don’t kiss her or get her number. Just a shared smile before I escape from the awkward aftermath.

  I conduct my normal routine, finding the bathroom and checking the condom for any holes or tears over the toilet and then watch the fucker swirl its way down. When I’m out washing my hands, I’m surprised to find Brady standing next to me.

  “Where the hell have you been?” he asks. After my smirk, laughter erupts from him and he shakes his head. “Do you go anywhere and not get laid?”

  “Honestly—no. You’re missing out, since you’ve got that whole one girl thing going on.” I raise my eyebrows at him through the reflection of the mirror. I’m not completely against the monogamy thing, it’s just I’m always on the fucked up side of it.

  “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re the one missing out.” Brady clasps his hand on my shoulder, giving it a small squeeze, before leaving me in the bathroom.


  I walk out of the men’s room and back to our gate, where Brady and Sadie are holding hands next to each other, and Jessa’s relaxing in Grant’s arms. They each smile wide at me as I walk by content in their little love bubbles. But they know they’re jealous that I can fuck anything that saunters by while they’re praying every night their girl gives it up. Smiling, I notice Dex has made his move, since he’s now sitting next the hottie from earlier. He must be making his mark because the girl seems receptive, her iPad is now tucked away and she’s turned toward him, which is always a good sign.

  I slouch down in the seat furthest from everyone and thumb through my phone, waiting for our flight to be called. That fast fuck did nothing to satisfy me. Don’t get me wrong, she met my criteria; hot, wet, and willing, but I really hope those Colorado girls know how to show me a good time! Jessa said her sister was coming back from college...maybe. Shit, NO WAY! Jessa would kill me, and she’d have every right to.

  Our flight is finally announced, and I rise to my feet fast, slinging my bag over my shoulder. After getting no sleep and exhausting myself with... Fuck, what was her name again? Tina? Kate? Oh yeah, Kim. Anyway, Dex better not bother me, I’m in desperate need for recouping.

  I don’t bother waiting for all the lovebirds. Instead, I walk right up to the airline clerk and hand her my ticket. Once I walk through the small doorframe, the cute flight attendant gives me a blatant appreciating once over with her eyes, and for the first time in forever, I could give a shit. All I need from her is one of those small ass pillows and itchy blanket. Since I’m one of the first in our section, the overheads are nearly empty. Grabbing my ear buds, I toss my bag in the small compartment and fall into my seat. I wiggle my body to get as comfortable as possible in the hard seats. Adjusting the air nozzle, I spot Dex and that girl coming my way.

  She stops right in front of our row and tilts her head while raising her eyebrows at me. I sit there looking back at her, waiting for her to say something when I notice her gorgeous green eyes with a yellowish gold ringing around her pupils. They’re alluring and intriguing, pulling me into a foreign abyss. I desperately beg myself to stop staring, but my eyes won’t allow me. “Um...this is me,” her clipped disgruntled voice muttering to herself pulls me away, and Dex chuckles. As she takes her seat she huffs out an irritated breath while my eyes focus on her body sliding in next to me. After she takes her seat, I notice her peering over in my direction out from the corner of her eyes. Dex sits down next to her in the seat closest to the aisle, and I’m about to do the biggest jackass move of all time. “I’m Trey.” I hold out my hand, and her slim fingers wrap around my palm.

  “Kailey,” she says in a much nicer tone than she used with me previously. “I like the plugs,” she compliments me, and I’m pretty sure I could point out about twenty things to compliment her on, but Dex’s eyes are currently boring into me. Shit, I should ignore her. I already told Dex he had full reign.

  “Thanks, I like your...your eyes,” the words sputter out of my mouth before I realize what a fucking cheesy line I used.

  She laughs the most nervous giggle, and I watch her eyes focus on my mouth when I drag my lower lip with my stud piercing through my teeth before releasing it. Yep, she wants me. As crappy as I feel for what I’m about to do to Dex, it’s out of my control. I’m not about to throw away the first girl to peak my interest beyond a quick fuck since high school.

  The flight attendant gets on the overhead and starts talking about the mask and the seat cushion. Kailey grabs the laminated card from the back of the seat in front of her and appears to be studying it. This is my sign to let Dex know, I’m in and he’s out. I give him my silent nod with a little wink. He narrows his eyes with a short shake of his own head. I guess he’s in the mood for some friendly competition. Anyone can see why she’s worth the fight, her body is killer. But as much as I want to bite my tongue thinking this, I can tell she’s more than a one-time fuck. There’s something about this girl, but the hell if I can explain it.

  Kailey’s head mimics a tennis ball as Dex and I volley back and forth, attempting to grab her attention. Dex compliments her while I make her laugh. Our personality differences are in full swing, vying for her interest to peak in our favor. She must realize what’s going on, but she shows no sign who she prefers, other than that her eyes rest on mine a beat longer than Dex. He hasn’t given up hope though, even throwing out the small bench pressing competition he took first place in a few months back. I quickly hammer back my own accomplishment, exposing I finished first in a wing eating competition, to veer her attention back my way. A remarkable eighty wings in ten minutes. Laughter erupts out of her, causing the businessman in the aisle across from us to peer over, before focusing back on his laptop.

  By the time we land in Denver, Dex is slowly starting to admit defeat. We file out into the narrow aisle way, impatiently waiting for the passengers in front of us to grab their bags and belongings from the overhead compartments. Moms and dads attempt to get their children to walk forward while they hold stuffed animals and mini character suitcases branded with their initials or name. This is the first time in my life, I don’t mind waiting forever to escape these claustrophobic confines. I’m content to remain pressed up against her, smelling the apple scent as her hair tickles my arm. She glances back, smiling at the older lady in front of her, slowly placing her book back in her purse. Kailey doesn’t appear annoyed or bothered by the delay, but instead reaches over to give her a hand.

  The purple haired lady, gushes to Kailey, thanking her. Once we get out of the too close for comfort atmosphere, Kailey goes to the side of the elderly lady, gently taking her arm to escort her up the ramp. Dex and I follow close behind like two jackoffs. The skycap with a wheelchair in front of him waits for the lady. “You have a sweet girlfriend,” the lady says to Dex, and he thanks her before she’s wheeled away. Suddenly, I have an urge to punch Dex in the fucking nose for taking credit for being her boyfriend.

  After everyone’s off the plane, we go to the bathroom. All four of us stand side by side at the urinals, trying to mind our own business, staring at the cracked tile wall in front of us. I can’t wait any longer, though; I need Dex to lay off with Kailey.

  “Listen, man, I know you saw her first, but—” I start to talk, disregarding our usual set of guy rules.

  “Shit, man, don’t you know anything about bathroom etiquette? No fucking talking,” Grant grumbles, remaining focused on the wall. Brady chuckles.

  “He’s got a point,” Brady remarks without turning his head one-way or the other.

  The room goes quiet as we all finish our business and zip up our pants. We make our way to the sinks to wash our hands. Brady and Grant file out, I’m sure already missing their damn girlfriends. Pussy whipped takes on a whole definition when it comes to those two. Dex stays by the paper towel dispenser until I come over, no doubt knowing I want to talk about it. “She’s all yours, man,” he relinquishes her to me, then turns around to walk out without another word.

  A feeling of guilt resonates inside of me, I think he might have really liked her. Hell, how could he not have? I leave the bathroom and lean against the wall, waiting for the girls. When Kailey saunters out with Jessa and Sadie, all the guilt vanishes. Without even thinking, I push off the wall and make a beeline to her. Side by side we venture down to the baggage claim. It’s taking every ounce of willpower not to grab her hand, but I can imagine if I did she’d pull away or slap me. Then my angel best friend, Jessa, volunteers us to drive her to her aunt and uncle’s, who live in the same town as Jessa’s parents. Jackpot.

  At this point, I grab her hand, in the most friend-like way I can pull off, and lead her to the revolving belt carousel to retrieve our bags. She points her plaid suitcase out, and I grab it off the conveyer for her, being the gentleman I am. With all of us wheeling our luggage, we locate the rental car place. Reluctantly, I let go of her hand and join the guys, but I can’t help myself from checking on her over my shoulder while all
the guys file up to the small counter.

  Brady pays for the van fee, no surprise there. Although he would never admit it, he really is the pseudo father in our small group. My body warms when we begin to approach the girls, my eyes on her the whole thirty seconds it takes to reach them. She’s even more beautiful as she smiles and laughs with Jessa and Sadie.

  Not sure how she’ll feel about it, I entwine our fingers again. A small smile hits my face when she doesn’t pull away, but rather I feel her fingertips between my knuckles. Once we climb into the rented van, she scoots comfortably next to me. I’m unusually excited to be near this hot girl for the next two hours. Unfortunately, it also terrifies me slightly because for a change it’s not sex, but conversation that has me raring to go.

  Chapter 2

  Everyone shuffles out at Jessa’s parents, happy to stretch. Brady tosses me the keys in the driveway. We give a quick hello to Jessa’s parents, and I tell them I’ll be right back. I open the passenger door for Kailey, and she sneaks in before I even open it the entire way. Dex’s eyes remain focused at me, clearly still pissed off at me for stealing Kailey from him. I’m pretty sure it’s the competition he’s upset about, not actually Kailey. Because if roles were reversed, I might have to pummel him to the ground before easily handing her over. Not that I’ll brag about it, but anyone can tell she wants me too. It’s clear from every giggle that escapes those glossed pink lips or the way her vision diverts to all my piercings and tattoos. She loves the bad boy image I portray. Although, I hope I don’t disappoint her, because even though I’m no angel, I’m not an asshole bad boy either.

  She presses her aunt and uncle’s address into her telephone and starts spitting off directions. Her hand grips the armrest and her foot presses hard against the floor board, fearful I won’t be able to break every time the van drives down steep mountain slopes. Another damn cute side of her.