by Kaylee Ryan
“I’m sorry,” she says, head hanging, eyes glued to her feet.
“Aubree.” Dad says her name with authority, which causes her head to snap up and look at him.
“You have nothing to apologize for. You get some rest. We’ll see you in the morning.”
With that, I place my hand on the small of her back and lead her to the elevators. As soon as the doors slide and close us in, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. She holds onto me as if I’m her lifeline. When the elevator stops on the fourth floor, I let go of her and she whimpers. “Hey,” I say soothingly. “Put your arms around my neck.” She does as I ask, allowing me to pick her up and carry her to her room. Carefully, I set her on her feet and unlock the door, pushing it open for her and following in behind her.
I don’t really have a plan, not anymore. All thoughts of ravishing her are gone but not forgotten when I saw her tears.
“Blaine.” Her soft voice pulls my attention.
“Yeah?” I step toward her and cup her face in my hands.
“Make me forget.”
“Bree, I’m not sure that’s the best idea. You’ve been drinking and obviously you’re upset.”
“I’m not drunk, Blaine. I let the truth slip free, and you’re still here.”
“Of course, I am. Where else would I be?”
“You have your pick of… companions,” she says.
“I pick you,” I tell her, tracing her cheek with my thumb.
“Then make me forget.”
“Aubree.” Her name is a plea on my lips. Although I’m not sure what for. For her to not ask this of me, or because she is? She trusts me to make her forget.
“Do you want me?” she asks.
“You know I do.”
“Then show me. I want to know what that feels like. My uncle was family and obligated to want me around. He was nothing like my father, but family all the same. I’ve never known what it feels like to truly be wanted. By a man,” she adds.
There is protest on my tongue, but she drops to her knees, has my pants unzipped and my cock in her hand before I can voice it. “Aubree,” I say again. I’m not sure if it’s a plea or a warning this time.
She looks up at me under her lashes. Green eyes shining bright like emeralds, full of heat and desire that are directed toward me. “Blaine,” she says huskily, just as she wraps her mouth around my cock.
“Son of a bitch,” I rasp, reaching out for something to hold onto. Luckily, the wall is there to save me. I want to bury my hands in that red hair of hers, but I stop myself. She needs this. To feel as though she’s the one in control. She needs to be able to see what she does to me. That saying that I want her is a mild interpretation of the way my heart is thumping against my chest as I watch her slide her soft lips around my shaft and pull me into her mouth.
Her hands grip my thighs, her nails biting the skin, but I relish the pain. I focus on that and not coming down her throat. She wants me to show her I want her, and that’s what she’s going to get. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I do her.
Never.
Just Bree.
“Aubree,” I pant, feeling myself closing in on my orgasm. “Not before you,” I tell her.
She sits back on her knees and a soft popping sound echoes through the room as my cock falls from her lips. “I want to,” she counters.
“Not tonight. I need to show you.” I know that will sway her to my way of thinking. She nods. “Come here.” I reach out a hand and pull her to her feet. Her mouth is plump and wet, and I have to kiss her. Tasting the precum on her lips, my cock twitches. “I need you naked,” I murmur against her lips.
Stepping back, she strips out of her T-shirt and shorts. She stands before me in a black silk bra that matches the panties in my pocket and a tiny light pink lace thong. “You’re behind,” she tells me with a soft smile as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra.
Not needing further encouragement, I slide my jeans over my hips and kick them to the side. My underwear is next before I reach behind my neck, grab my shirt, and tug it over my head. It too is tossed to the side.
“Better.” She smiles shyly.
I watch her as she slips her thumbs beneath the waistband of her thong and slides it down her legs. “You’re gorgeous,” I tell her honestly. I take a minute to take her in. To memorize every inch of her in this moment. Her eyes are blazing with desire, while her lips are red and plump, still wet from when she had my cock in her mouth. Her auburn hair is falling down over her shoulders, begging for my hands to be buried in her locks. Long slender neck, pert round breasts with cherry-red nipples begging for my mouth to feast on them. My trail leads along her stomach and to her pretty pink pussy, followed by her toned long legs. Her toes are painted the lightest shade of pink, and although I’ve never had a thing for feet, I want to suck each one of them into my mouth and drive her wild. The beautiful Aubree has definitely got me by the balls. In this moment, I’m good with it.
Dragging the covers back from the bed, I motion for her to climb in. She doesn’t hesitate and I follow in after her, pulling the cover up over us.
“It’s cold in here.” She shivers.
“I can fix that,” I say, drawing her naked body into mine. She places her hand on my cheek and presses her lips to mine. My hands roam over her body, tracing every curve, memorizing every dip and valley I can possibly get my hands on. My cock is hard as steel pressed against her belly. With her nipples hardened peaks against my chest, I want to suck on them, show them the attention they deserve, but not yet. Instead, I remain calm, my hands skimming her soft skin, and I kiss her. She wants to know what it’s like to be wanted. I’m damn well going to show her. After tonight, she’ll never have to wonder.
“Blaine.” She breathes my name.
“Hmm?” I ask, my mouth trailing from her lips across her cheek and to her neck.
She throws her leg over mine and I can feel her wet heat. My control is slipping, but I’m determined to give her this. I might not be able to give her the happily ever after she yearns for, but I can give her this.
This night.
My lips move down her neck over her collarbone and to her breasts. “Lie back,” I whisper. With one hand, I flick her nipple, causing her to arch off the bed, while my mouth latches on to the other. In tandem, my hands and my mouth lavish her with the attention she deserves. Nipping and sucking her nipple, soothing her with my tongue, I roll the bud of the other between my thumb and index finger.
It’s not until I climb on top of her and settle between her thighs that I realize I don’t have a condom. With a heavy exhale, I rest my forehead against hers, trying to get myself under control with the realization that tonight isn’t happening. At least not how I planned it.
“What’s wrong?”
“Condom. I don’t have one.”
“I bought some,” she says. I pull back to find her smiling up at me. “At the gas station with the donuts. I wasn’t sure we would need them, but you know.” She lifts a shoulder into a small shrug.
I kiss her hard on the lips, just a quick meeting but enough that she gets the point. “Where are they?”
“In my purse.” She points to the table where her purse is lying.
“Don’t move a muscle.” Throwing off the covers, I hop out of bed and dump her purse on the table. I find the box of condoms, and notice there are three as I tear open the package and bring all three of them back to the bed with me. I place two on the nightstand while ripping the package of the other with my teeth, and rolling it on my length. Quickly, I take my spot between her thighs and pull the covers back over us.
“I missed you,” she says softly.
Something flips over in my chest at her words, but I ignore it. I have something far more important to focus on at the moment. With my hands flat on the bed on either side of her head, I rest my weight to keep from crushing her. Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine.
“Blaine,” she says against my lips. Taking ma
tters into her own hands, she reaches between us and fists my cock, positioning me at her entrance. She looks up at me, and I’m glad the light is on. We must have forgotten to turn it off when we left, but I’ve never been more thankful. Her green eyes are filled with desire. All for me. Not able to wait a minute longer, I push my way inside of her.
“Bree,” I murmur, closing my eyes. She fits me like a glove. Her wet heat surrounds my cock like it was made just for her. When her hands trace up and down my back, I open my eyes to make sure she’s okay.
“Hey.” She smiles.
The corner of my mouth lifts. “I need a minute,” I confess. “You feel too good.”
“This isn’t a one-time thing, you know.” She lifts her hips, taking me deeper, something I didn’t think was possible. “I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
Forever.
That one word echoes in the back of my mind, but I push it away. Instead, I drop my elbows to the bed, encasing her, and slowly begin to rock into her. I kiss her lips, her chin, her neck, her ears… my mouth doesn’t leave a single piece of skin that it can reach uncovered. I flick her nipple with one hand, while my mouth makes love to the other. I alternate back and forth taking my time, showing her with my body how wanted she is. How much I want her.
“More,” she pants, hiking her legs up around my waist and locking them around me with her feet entwined.
No matter how much she begs, I’m not going to race to the finish. I’m taking this slowly, a first for me. Usually I chase my release, and I’m good to go for a few weeks, hell, months, but tonight, with Aubree, I don’t want to chase mine. No, in fact, I want her to chase hers. I want to build the desire that’s been burning between us for weeks, then together, explode into pure bliss. She deserves to be treasured.
Seconds, minutes, hell, hours tick by, but I don’t notice. All I know is that I’m here with this beautiful creature—inside of her—with her warmth wrapped around me, and this is the closest thing to heaven that I can imagine. I’m close, but I hold back, refusing to go without her. I keep my rhythm steady, and even at our slow pace, I begin to break out in a sweat from the need to come… from the need to release this… passion I have for her.
“Oh, Bl-Blaine,” she moans, and her pussy pulses around me.
She’s close.
Placing my lips next to her ear, I talk her through it. “You feel so good, Bree. I can feel you squeezing me.” I roll my hips and her nails dig into my back. “Let go for me, beautiful.” And as if my encouragement was all she needed, she screams as her orgasm thrashes through her. With one more pump, I still and let mine do the same. I rest my weight on my elbows, careful not to crush her as we catch our breath.
“That was….” She doesn’t finish her sentence as she sucks a deep breath into her lungs.
“How much I want you,” I finish for her. It was more than that, so much more that. I’m not ready to dissect it just yet. Instead, I want to just lie here beside her and bask in the glow of our orgasms.
“Can you stay?” she asks.
“No place I’d rather be.” After sliding out of her, I climb out of bed to get rid of the condom. I bring her back a warm cloth to clean up. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never taken the time to take care of a woman after sex. With Bree, I have this desire to care for her, to make her believe that she’s someone special. Not just to me, but in everything she does. Once that’s taken care of, I toss it back into the bathroom and climb in beside her. She snuggles up next to me and within minutes we’re both sound asleep.
I wake to the ringing of my cell phone. Slowly, I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I see our clothes lying on the floor and feel his warm embrace surrounding me as the memories of last night come flooding back. “Go back to sleep,” Blaine mumbles.
“It might be important.” I try to wiggle free of his hold, although a part of me just wants to stay in his warm embrace a little longer.
“What’s important is you kissing me good morning.”
“Uh.” I cover my mouth with my hand. “I need to brush my teeth.”
“You need to kiss me,” he says, kissing my bare shoulder.
“How about I check my phone, brush my teeth, and then give you a proper good morning kiss?” Compromise is important in relationships, right? Even those with an end date?
“How about you brush your teeth, come back to bed, kiss me, and then check your phone?”
“Deal.” I climb out of bed, and to my surprise, he follows me. “What are you doing?”
“Brushing my teeth,” he says, following me into the bathroom. I really need to pee, but I’ll wait until he’s done. Instead of stopping at the sink, he goes to the toilet and lifts the lid.
“Blaine! Are you really doing that right now?” I’ve never been in this situation before. My high school hook-ups were in the back of a car, and the few I did let myself indulge in when in college were more of a “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” kind of situation. No morning afters.
He looks over his shoulder at me. “It’s human nature, Bree.”
“Yeah, I mean, I know but in front of me?”
“You’ve seen all of me.” His eyes rake over my body. “I’ve not left an inch of you untouched, and this is too intimate?”
“No, I just… didn’t expect it, is all.” With the running water, and him doing his business, I’ve really got to go. He flushes and drops the lid, joining me at the counter. “Can you step out for a minute?” I ask him.
“Why?”
“I need to use the restroom.”
“Go ahead, I don’t mind.” He grabs the toothpaste and places some on his finger before brushing his teeth.
“Gah!” Not able to hold it any longer, I take a seat on the toilet and relieve my bladder. This is all new for me. It’s oddly embarrassing and comforting at the same time—to have this level of intimacy with him.
“Meet you back in bed.” He leans down and kisses me. While I’m using the bathroom!
My mouth hangs open as I watch his bare ass, a mighty fine sight I might add, walk out of the bathroom and back to bed. Is this what normal couples do? I’ll have to ask Maria or Ashley. I finish my business, and brush my teeth, then head back to bed. Grabbing my phone from the dresser, I see I missed a call from Robin.
“Hey.” He grabs my phone and rolls on top of me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I want to smart off something cute and flirty, but really, I just want to kiss him. So that’s what I do. Burying my fingers in his hair, I pull him into a kiss, one lacking morning breath I might add.
“Morning, Bree,” he says before giving me another chaste kiss and rolling off me. He hands me my phone with an ornery grin.
“I missed a call from your mom,” I tell him.
“Really?” He looks at his phone. “She didn’t try to call me.”
When I hit her number, it rings twice before she answers. “Hello, Aubree. I hope I didn’t wake you?” she says politely.
“No, I was in the restroom when you called.”
“Looks like we’re going to be hanging out until we see what this weather does. I thought you and I could do some shopping. Are you up for it?”
Immediately, tears prick my eyes. I never knew my mother. I always dreamed of having her in my life, and in my dream, she is everything like Robin Bishop. “Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I’d love to. What time do you want to leave? I just need about thirty minutes to shower.”
“That will be perfect. Let’s make it forty-five. We’ll grab lunch here at the hotel and go out and see what we can get into.”
“Perfect. Thank you, Robin.”
“You’re doing me a favor. I need some girl time.” She laughs, and hangs up the phone.
“You okay?” Blaine tucks my crazy hair behind my ears. I know I look like a hot mess from my short trip in the bathroom. If I wasn’t so emotional from the invite from his mother, I would probably be embarrassed.
“Yeah, she uh, she invit
ed me to go shopping.”
“I heard.” He smiles. “Why did that upset you?”
I debate on whether or not to tell him and then decide to just go for it. He knows most of it anyway. “You know my mom left when I was a baby. Uncle Bobby never married, so I’ve never really had a mother figure in my life. When I was younger, I always dreamed of the day she would come back for me and in my dreams, fantasies really, she was a lot like your mom. Kind, understanding, unconditional love….”
“I’ll share her with you,” he says softly. “She has such a big heart, and I know without a doubt she would have loved to have a daughter.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, and when this is over, how does that work?” His offer makes my heart happy, feel something I’ve not felt a lot of in my lifetime. If I’m honest, it’s never felt like this. Nothing has ever made me feel the way Blaine does.
“We’re adults, Bree.”
“Yeah. And I’m an adult who’s going to be late if I don’t get moving.” I jump out of bed ending the conversation. I was making things heavy when they’re supposed to be nothing but fun between us. I need to remember that. No matter how much my heart screams otherwise. It pleads for me to let it love him, to not worry about the what-ifs, and embrace this—whatever is happening—with open arms. I went into this with my eyes wide open. I know the stakes and was willing to bet them.
I just lathered my hair with shampoo when Blaine walks into the bathroom. “Dad called. He wants to know if me and the guys want to shoot a few games of pool while you and Mom go shopping. Something to kill some time.”
“Have fun,” I say, rinsing the shampoo.
“I’m not leaving until you kiss me goodbye.”
I peer through the glass shower door and he’s leaning against the counter, legs crossed and arms crossed over his chest.
