Devour

by E. K. Blair

  I walked out of the bathroom and ran into something hard. I gasped. Dalton. He grabbed my arm and yanked me into what looked like a storage room, slamming the door closed. I’d never seen him so angry.

  “What are you doing, Wrenn?” he growled, his voice laced with anger. He glared at me, his eyes so dark they were almost black. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I wrestled my arm from his grasp.

  “I’m doing the same thing as you. Having dinner,” I shot back.

  “You know what I mean. Who’s the guy?”

  I snorted. “What business is it of yours?” I asked angrily. “You made it clear that we are over. You have no say in what I do.” I stared him down. “Anyway, it looks to me like you moved on pretty fast. Meeting, huh?”

  “I got roped into coming here tonight. The last place I want to be is here with her.” He said “her” like she was a disease. The familiar pang of anxiety began to stir in my stomach. Could he be telling the truth?

  I stepped forward, pressing myself against him. He stared down at me, his hands curving around my neck. When his lips met mine, my heart stopped. Everything stopped. All that mattered was him and me. The feel of him, the smell of him . . . it was like I couldn’t get enough of him.

  He lifted me onto his hips, pressing my back against the wall behind me. He kissed his way down my neck, his tongue rolling in soft circles over my skin. I reached out, my fingers running through his beautifully soft hair as his mouth found mine again. I moaned, grinding myself against his hips, the feel of his erection against my thigh arousing me like nothing else. I loved that I made him so hard. I wanted him, right there and then.

  “Fuck, Wrenn. We can’t do this here,” he whispered in between kisses, his hands roaming under my shirt, cupping my breasts. Thank God he said here, because if he had knocked me back again I think I would have punched him.

  “I know. I better get back or Kass will come looking for me.”

  He set me down, his hands running up over my back, sending shivers down my spine. “So, are you going to tell me who the guy is?”

  “What?” I asked, confused.

  “The punk at your table. Do I need to crunch some heads?”

  I rolled my eyes as he grinned at me. “See, it’s times like now you really show your age, Reid,” I teased. “He’s Trina’s brother. I asked him here to make you jealous after I saw you with her.”

  “Well, it worked. That guy is a douche,” he said darkly. “And Trina is Kass’s . . . ” he trailed off.

  “Girlfriend,” I finished, narrowing my eyes. “I know you saw them kissing at Starbucks the other night,” I added, arching my eyebrow.

  He flushed. “Does Kass know about you and me?” he asked, ignoring my comment. I nodded slowly as he winced. “Wrenn—”

  “I had to talk to someone. And besides, she’s covered for me so much with Layna. There was no way I’d have ever gotten to see you if it wasn’t for her.”

  “Go back to your group before they send a search party,” he ordered.

  I jumped as he smacked me softly on the ass.

  “When will I see you?” I pouted, not wanting to leave him just yet.

  “I’ll call you later. If we’re going to do this, we need to be careful.” He glanced around the storage room and sighed. “And this is not being careful. This is being stupid.”

  ***

  I giggled and read the text again.

  Did I tell you how sexy you looked tonight? You really rock the sweatpants/old hoodie look.

  I replied as Kass eyed me strangely. We were driving home from dinner. I hadn’t told her about the bathroom incident, but she knew something was up. My mood had done a complete flip.

  Gee thanks. What can I say? I was dragged out under sufferance.

  “Okay, what the hell, Wrenn?” Kass finally said, my phone vibrating again. Another text.

  I can’t wait to see you. Just you and me. And preferably not in a closet this time.

  I put my phone down and looked at Kass, who was glaring at me impatiently.

  “Come on. Spill it,” she whined impatiently.

  “Dalton kind of followed me to the bathroom. And we kind of got it on in a storage closet.”

  Kass’s mouth dropped open, her eyes growing wide.

  “No, not that!” I giggled, realizing what she was thinking. “But if we’d been somewhere more private, that probably would’ve happened.”

  Kass squealed and hit my arm.

  “Ow!” I cried, laughing.

  “You little minx, so it worked! Was he completely jealous?” she demanded, smiling.

  “He wanted to beat the shit out of Shannon,” I admitted with a smile.

  “That’s so sweet,” she gushed.

  “It felt good seeing him so angry, Kass. Why did that feel so good?”

  “Because it means he really likes you, and isn’t just after sex,” she replied, her tone very matter-of-fact. I giggled. Because she was such an expert on guys. “Are you still a virgin?”

  I blushed and shook my head, not expecting her to ask me that.

  “How long would you wait to sleep with him, then?”

  “I don’t know,” I shrugged, feeling awkward even talking about it. “When it felt right, I guess. I’m not against having sex early in a relationship.”

  “But?”

  “I feel so inexperienced next to him. Sure, he’s only five years older than me, but he’s probably slept with God knows how many women. What if I’m really bad?” As soon as I said it, I cringed.

  Kass burst out laughing which made me feel even worse. “Wrenn, you’re young and freaking as sexy as hell. I mean, I’d do you. You could just lie there not moving and still be a great fuck.”

  I rolled my eyes at her, a small part of my liking that she thought I was hot.

  She’s right, I guess. If he really liked me, the sex would be special regardless of how badly I sucked—no joke intended.

  “Have you given head before?” she asked with a smirk.

  “For your information, I’ve been told I’m pretty damn good at it,” I said nonchalantly.

  “By who? Toby, the seventeen-year-old sexpert?” she sniggered.

  I glowered at her. Okay, so maybe the source of my praise wasn’t that reliable, but I still knew my way around a penis.

  “But seriously, that’s totally gross. I could never put one of them in my mouth. Ugh.” She screwed up her nose. “I much prefer vagina.”

  “So you’ve never...”

  “Nope. I’ve had sex with a couple of guys, but not that. I much prefer the female body. I have no problem going down on a girl, but a guy? Hell, no. You couldn’t pay me enough to do that shit.”

  “So, what’s it like?” I couldn’t believe what I was asking. My curiosity had gotten the better of me.

  “What?” she asked, confused.

  “Going down on a girl.” I blushed as Kass’s eyes lit up.

  She giggled, loving my embarrassment. “Ha, I knew you’d ask that! It’s hard to explain.” She thought for a moment. “Chicks are so soft, and usually somewhat tame, and we have three different places we can orgasm. That leaves a lot of room for... exploration. Personally I think all chicks secretly want a lesbian experience, because it’s so freaking sexy. Running your tongue along the opening of a vagina is one of the most erotic things I can think of...God I can’t even explain. Its really something you need to try to understand.”

  I laughed. “Sure, I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Dalton

  Two more weeks.

  Two more weeks and my contract would be over, Wrenn would be finished with school, and we could be together. God, how I wished it was all that easy. I wished like hell that after those final two weeks, things would be better. But the real issue was never going to go away.

  Things were never that easy. Not for me. I needed to tell her. It was such an ass move, letting her fall in love with me without letting her know the truth. E
specially after everything she’d gone through. She deserved the best. And maybe I could give her that. Maybe I couldn’t.

  I sighed and scrolled through the job listings in front of me. Layna had hinted that there might be another contract opening up for next year. Somehow I doubted that offer would still be on the table once she found out I’d been sneaking around with her niece.

  ***

  It was Friday evening. I’d just sent Wrenn a text to arrange where we were going to meet the next day. I wanted to do something special for her, so I had booked a cabin by Forest Lake, two hours north—far enough away so we could completely relax and enjoy each other. Seeing her with that dick in the restaurant had made me realize that I couldn’t just push my feelings aside.

  The sight of her with another guy had made me more angry and frustrated than I’d ever been. Following her to the bathroom and dragging her into that storage room? That was stupid. Anyone could have seen us, but the need to have her, to touch her, was far stronger than the warning bells going off in my head.

  My phone beeped on the coffee table. I reached over for it.

  Sounds wonderful. Can’t wait to see you.

  I smiled and texted back.

  I wish you were here right now. Some of the things I want to do to you . . .

  She replied right away.

  Really? I’d like to know exactly what you want to do to me . . .

  I chuckled, kicking off my shoes and lying back on the sofa as I texted back.

  I’m not texting you that. You’ll have to wait, and maybe someday you’ll find out.

  I waited for her to reply. Ten minutes passed, and no response. I’d all but given up when there was a soft knock on the door. I jumped up. Who the hell would be knocking on my door at ten at night? Unlocking the latch, I opened the door, my mouth dropping open.

  Wrenn. My beautiful, sexy Wrenn. My gaze traveled down over her low-cut sweater and tight jeans that hugged her curves. She smiled at me. I swallowed, my mouth so dry.

  “Are you going to let me in before or after we get caught?” she whispered.

  I flushed and opened the door wide enough for her to squeeze through. “What are you doing here?” I asked her. “And why aren’t you wearing a jacket? You must be freezing!”

  She laughed. “I’m fine.” Her green eyes narrowed. “So, we were talking about what you wanted to do to me?”

  I laughed, my arms finding their way around her waist. Having her there, inside my apartment, was such a bad idea, but I couldn’t resist that smile, or the way those eyes sparkled at me. I reached up, my hand cradling her face, and tilted her lips to meet mine.

  “You came here to find out what I want to do to you?” I laughed, my lips seeking hers.

  She grinned and nodded.

  “Then I’m not going to tell you. I’ll show you.”

  “I like the sound of that,” she whispered.

  I lifted her arms until they were resting on my neck, my fingers gently running under her sweater, over her soft skin. She breathed in heavily. My lips melted against hers as my tongue slipped into her mouth, curling around her own. She tasted so amazingly sweet that I felt myself harden as I thought about my mouth touching other parts of her body.

  I kissed her cheek, then her jaw, finally running my tongue down her neck. She gasped, her grip on my neck tightening.

  “Your skin is so soft,” I whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. My hand ran over the outside of her sweater, resting against the hem at the bottom. She smiled, letting me know this was okay. The last thing I wanted to do was rush her, but I needed to feel her body against mine.

  I lifted the sweater over her head, sliding it from her arms.

  My God. She wore a black bra, her breasts pushed up, creating the most glorious cleavage. My fingers trailed over the softness of her breasts. I leaned down and kissed them as her hands entwined in my hair. I tugged down the bra, exposing her hard nipples. She gasped as my mouth enclosed over one, then the other, sucking and circling it with my tongue.

  “That feels amazing,” she mumbled, her eyes closed. As I watched her, I could feel myself harden. Fuck, she looks so beautiful. I backed over to the sofa and sat down, pulling her down with me. She giggled as she collapsed on top of me, the sound of her laughter making me smile. Working her shirt down her arms, I unclasped her bra, letting both fall to the floor.

  She straddled me, her bare chest almost too much for me to take in, my erection painful against the restraint of my jeans. She knew it, too. With a little gleam in her eye she ground herself against my cock, as if loving the power she had over me.

  I lifted my shirt off and pulled her into me, our skin touching. I licked her neck as her erect nipples teased the skin of my chest.

  “You’re so fucking amazing,” I growled, my hand caught in her hair at the base of her head. I forced her toward me, my mouth desperate to explore hers. As our lips touched it was like the whole world stopped; all I cared about was her and making her happy. The pounding in my chest echoed through my ears as our tongues mingled.

  God, I could taste you all night. My hands roamed her curves, running over her breasts, squeezing and teasing. I so badly wanted to feel myself inside her, but I didn’t want to rush this. I pulled away and she looked at me, panting softly, her cheeks red. I smiled and smoothed her wild hair, memorizing everything about her.

  She stared at me as I reached out and traced my fingers around her nipple. This was turning me on so much. Almost as though she’d read my mind, she slipped off my knee and onto the floor.

  My heart rate increased. Was she really about to do this? I slid my ass further down the sofa as she undid my belt, then the buttons on my jeans. She reached inside my boxers carefully, as if she was handling a venomous snake. The thought made me smile.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

  “Nothing. You look kind of terrified,” I said.

  She blushed.

  Fuck, this girl was perfect.

  “I’m nervous,” she admitted. “I mean, I know what I’m doing, but you’re so much more experienced than me...I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

  I shook my head and laughed. “Do you see how aroused you make me? I’ll be lucky if I can last more than ten seconds with your mouth on me. Trust me, whatever you do will be the best I’ve ever had.”

  Her eyes narrowed as she took me in her hand. Oh God. Slowly she worked her fist up and down the length of my shaft. She bent down, curling her tongue around the tip of my cock, staring up at me with those big green eyes, which were framed by long dark lashes.

  “Ohh,” I groaned as I watched myself disappear into her open mouth, her tongue tickling and stroking me as her lips moved along my length. Fuck, God this is so fucking... My train of thought abandoned me as I arched my back, silently willing her to suck me harder and faster. I stroked her hair, my gaze burning into hers.

  Then I couldn’t hold it off any longer as my cock began to throb. She sucked me hard, every motion pushing me closer to the edge until I finally jumped.

  “Oh my fucking hell shit fuuuck...” I groaned again as I released into her mouth, my body jerking, unable to handle her touch but demanding it all the same.

  She wiped her mouth and smiled shyly at me. “Was that okay?”

  “Okay? That was mind-blowing. Fucking hell, Wrenn. That was...I don’t even have words.” I lay back on the sofa, not capable of sitting up.

  She got to her feet and curled up on top of me, her head resting on my chest. I kissed her hair, breathing in the coconutty scent of her shampoo, still unable to comprehend what had just happened.

  An hour later we were still on the sofa. The TV was on, but neither of us were paying attention to it. I tickled her back as she smiled, her eyes closed. I studied her face. She was so pretty. I felt like that was all I ever said, but I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was.

  “Mmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled as I stroked her neck.

  “I l
ike making you feel good,” I said, breathing in the scent of her perfume.

  She smiled again, opening one eye to look at me. “I always feel good when I’m around you. I feel relaxed and excited at the same time. I feel safe and scared. You bring out everything in me.”

  “Same,” I muttered, kissing her head. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone before. I don’t know what it is with you, but I feel connected to you. Like I was meant to meet you.” I made a face. “God, I sound like such a girl.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “I dunno, Mr. Reid, I like this sensitive side of you.” She grinned at me, her chin resting on my chest, her fingers entwined in mine.

  “Yeah, well don’t tell anyone. My reputation would be ruined.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Who am I going to tell? My aunt?”

  I slapped her ass. “Not funny. So not funny. Are you looking forward to tomorrow?”

  She nodded. “But I wish you’d tell me where exactly it is we’re going.”

  “I want to surprise you,” I said, kissing her forehead. She narrowed her eyes at me and smiled. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”

  “So long as I get to spend the night with you, I’m happy.” She sighed. “I better get back. I don’t think leaving your room after sunrise would be a smart idea.” She grinned and climbed off me.

  I watched her as she put on her bra and then her sweater, the delicate fabric flowing down over her breasts, covering her stomach. She turned back to me, climbing back over me until she was straddling me, her dark hair falling over her face and my own.

  “Thought you were leaving,” I said softly.

  “I just wanted to give you something.”

  “Yeah?” I said. Waiting. Watching. Heart pounding. Mouth dry.

  She leaned down, her lips crushing against mine as her hands ran over my bare chest.

  “If you don’t go now, I’m going to take you down to my room and fuck you senseless,” I mumbled, my hands moving over her bra.

  “I wouldn’t complain,” she said, laughing.

  “Go,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at her.