Make You Mine

by Katy Kaylee

  “Hey.” I grabbed her hand before she could leave. “When will I see you again?”

  She smiled and leaned over me. “Well, you have to come to my mom’s birthday. It starts at eight.”

  “That’s a long time to go without seeing you.” I pulled her back to bed and kissed her.

  “You’ll live.”

  “What present should I get your mom?”

  “You don’t have to do that.” She extricated herself from my hold but sat on the bed with her hand on my chest.

  “I do have to do that. It’s important that I impress the parents.”

  “She’ll be happy if you make me happy.”

  I studied her face as I asked, “Do I make you happy?”

  “You rocked my world.” She grinned and waggled her brows.

  That’s not what I’d meant, but I didn’t push my luck.

  “What will you do today?”

  I shrugged. I thought about visiting the home I grew up in or my old man’s grave, but I wasn’t sure what I’d get out of it. “I might do some work. I’m a little behind because a vixen with magnificent breasts keeps distracting me at work.”

  “Do you hear that girls?” Torryn spoke to her chest. “That’s our cue to leave.”

  “Wait.” I pulled her back. I looked up into her beautiful face, those amazing eyes, and took in my fill.

  “What?”

  “I’m just soaking you up to tide me over until I can see you again.”

  “You’re such a romantic, Simmons.” But her smile told me she liked it.

  When she left, I went back to sleep. The sun was up for a while when I finally woke, a sure sign that I was lacking sleep. Fully rested, I decided I needed a plan to make Torryn happy and impress her parents. I showered, got dressed, and then headed out to take care of business.

  I got a text from Torryn around four asking if I could be at the party by seven to help finish setting up.

  It will make me and my mom happy.

  Since that was my number one goal right now, I texted her back.

  Your and your mother’s wish are my commands.

  Torryn sent back a text with a picture of significant cleavage that looked like was taken in her bedroom.

  The girls and I miss you.

  I considered sending her a dick pick, but I was well-versed in technology and knew that somehow it could get out. So instead I sent her a picture of me looking sexually frustrated.

  At seven in the evening, I showed up in a new suit I bought in town, a bundle of flowers for Torryn, and a two-hundred and fifty dollar bottle of red wine for her mother. If my memory was correct, Torryn’s mother liked red wine. If not, there would be good wine for the party.

  When Torryn opened the door, my heart pounded in my chest at the sight of her. She was wearing a deep purple dress that made me think of royalty. It fit snug to all her fabulous curves. The sleeves were off the shoulder, and I had an intense desire to run my lips along her collarbone.

  Her eyes widened. “Lucas.”

  Panic set in. “What?” I looked down at my suit. Had I forgotten my pants?

  Her hand shot out, grabbed my tie and pulled me through the door. Then she dragged me to the parlor and pushed me against the wall, where she kissed and ground her hips against mine. I’d nearly dropped my gifts because I wanted to grab on to her hips and take her then and there.

  “You’re too sexy for your own good, Lucas Simmons. That suit is yum.”

  Relief was followed by a smug feeling. I grinned. “This old thing?”

  “You went shopping.”

  “Busted. I come bearing gifts too.” I handed her the flowers. “They’re beautiful, colorful and happy. They made me think of you.”

  Her smile was stunning.

  “And this is for your mother. I hope she still likes red wine.”

  “You remembered that?”

  “I may have been away, but the memories of my time with you, from little kids to the last time we had sex…in your bedroom with your parents down the hall, as I recall, is all fresh in my mind.”

  She got a strange look on her face as if she didn’t believe me or maybe the news was a surprise to her. Did she really think I forgot?

  She took the wine and studied it. “I’m sure she’ll know what it is.”

  “I hope so.” Now that my hands were free, I wrapped them around her waist and pulled her close. “Ah, this is better.” I indulged my desire and licked her collarbone then ran tiny kisses over it. Her body trembled against me.

  “Tell me we have time for a quickie.”

  She growled and pulled herself away. “Unfortunately, not.”

  “Are you sure?” I slipped a hand underneath her dress. “You look like you could use a good orgasm.”

  She sighed and widened her stance. “Are you saying I look stressed?”

  “I’m saying I like to watch you come.” Her panties were damp, a sure sign that she wanted what I was offering. I slid one finger under the silky panel and flicked her clit.

  “Oh, God Lucas…what you do to me.” She set the wine on the secretary desk next to us, but the flowers missed and fell to the floor.

  “Tell me.” I hoped to hell her parents were otherwise occupied because if they walked into the foyer my plan to impress them would be out the window. I moved her around the desk, along the wall, and further in the room, hoping beyond hope I could pull this off. I dragged my tongue over the swell of breast peeking out from the top of her dress, wishing I could free her tits and suck them just the way she liked.

  “You make me hot.”

  “And wet.” I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers against her hot sensitive flesh.

  “Mmm yes… oh right there.” She let out a frustrated moan. “Oh, we shouldn’t.”

  I leaned in closer to her, my lips a whisper away from her ear. “No. We might get caught. I have to be fast.” I picked up the speed and her breath hitched. “If I had time, I’d suck your tits, Torryn. Would you like that?”

  “Yes.” She gasped. “I love your mouth on my tits.”

  “Love how I lick them.”

  “Yes.” Her body hunched, trying to take my fingers inside her. I indulged her, slipping one finger and swirling it around her tight walls. My cock was raging in my new pants, and I hoped to hell I wasn’t seeping semen. It was going to be hard enough to hide the hardon, I didn’t want to have to deal with a wet spot on my pants.

  “You love how I suck your tight hard nipples.”

  “Oh God…yessss.”

  “You love it when I fuck your tits.” I pressed my hardon against her mound as I slipped a second finger into her.

  She dropped her head onto my shoulder and bit, holding back the cry as her body came all over my hand.

  “That’s right, sweetheart, come on my fingers.”

  Her body convulsed and spasmed.

  “My dick is so jealous of my fingers right now,” I hissed in her ear.

  “Lucas.” Her arms came around me and held tight as the last remnants of her orgasm pulsed through her body.

  “I’m here, sweetheart.” I held her, and for a moment, it felt different between us. Not the sex, but the emotion. The sweetness of the moment. I wished it could last forever.

  “Torryn?”

  “Oh shit.” Torryn pushed me away.

  I quickly withdrew my hand from her panties as she righted her dress. I put my hands behind my back and turned as her mother walked into the room.

  “Oh.” She looked at us as if she knew we were up to something. “Lucas. You’re here.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Thank you for having me. Oh, and happy birthday.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Look what he brought you, mama.” Torryn nodded toward the wine on the secretary desk.

  Her mother picked up the wine bottle. One brow lifted as she looked at me. “Coding must pay well.”

  “In my case, yes ma’am, it does.”

  A smile hinted at the corner of her l
ips. “Perhaps we can share a glass later.”

  I mentally marked my scoreboard with a big plus sign. “I’d like that.”

  “Torryn, can you and Lucas please check that the great room is set up alright. Your father isn’t as good at organizing all that.”

  “Yes, mama.”

  With one more look at the bottle of wine, then at the flowers on the floor before once again looking at me, Mrs. Williams left the room.

  Torryn sagged in relief.

  I smiled mischievously. “Torryn?”

  When I had her attention, I sucked the two fingers I’d just fucked her with into my mouth.

  “Oh God, Lucas, you’re going to be the death of me.”

  I laughed. “But what a way to go, right?”

  Chapter 29

  Torryn

  During the start of the party, as all my parents’ elite friends arrived in their expensive cars and fancy dress, Lucas looked a little uncomfortable. At first, I didn’t understand why, but then I wondered if he worried about not belonging. Not because of how he’d left me six years ago, but because his family wasn’t the type this group associated with. Lucas was from the proverbial “other side” of the tracks, and while my family never held that against him, neither he nor his father had ever been invited to one of my parents’ soirees.

  I leaned closer to Lucas as we watched my mother meet and greet her guests. “Your mother would enjoy this.”

  He stared at me in surprise, confirming my suspicion that he was feeling out of place.

  “These are all just people, Lucas. You may not have grown up with all this, but you did better. You earned it on your own. Many of these people inherited their daddy’s money and never worked…or sacrificed.”

  At the word sacrifice, I saw that look of sadness and guilt he sometimes had. Before he could say anything, my mother approached with one of her old friends.

  “Clair, this is Torryn’s friend Lucas. He brought the wine I was telling you about.”

  Lucas shook the woman’s hand as she said, “You have a knowledge of good wine.”

  “I enjoy good wine, but I wouldn’t say I was an expert.”

  After that, Lucas seemed to relax and mingled with the fifty or so guests that had come to celebrate my mother’s birthday.

  Later, a few couples started dancing near where the small orchestra was playing in the corner of the great room.

  “The last time we danced was at prom.”

  “It was.” I smiled as I remembered dancing with him, and the awareness of my love for him, and my sexuality that came from being held by him.

  “Shall we do it again?”

  “Why not?” I smiled. “It turned out so well the last time.”

  He took my hand and escorted me to the dance area. He pulled me in his arms, close enough to feel good without causing people to whisper.

  “I’ve been dying to hold you,” he whispered in my ear.

  I turned my head toward his and lightly kissed his cheek. We glided around the area and I was struck by how graceful and competent he was in his steps.

  “You’re a better dancer than I remember.”

  His cheeks flushed a bit. “I had a few lessons.”

  “Really?”

  “I met a woman—”

  “What?” Was he really going to tell me about another woman? I stared at him with my do-you-really-want-to-go-there expression.

  He laughed. “It wasn’t like that. She was a dance teacher in New York who, after 9-11, decided to join the military. We were stationed together in Iraq. She was quite a few years older than me.”

  “Some people don’t care about age differences.” I wasn’t convinced that this woman was just a colleague.

  “It wasn’t like that,” he said again. “I couldn’t stop telling her about my girl back home and how someday I was going to go back and sweep her off her feet.”

  My heart warmed that he was still thinking of me, even though at the time I was probably cursing him. I wish I’d known the real story then, but there was no changing history.

  “Anyway, we were talking one night and somehow dancing came up. I told her prom was the only time we danced and that I didn’t really feel I was any good at it. So, she offered to teach me.”

  “That’s lovely.”

  A darkness crossed his face and he turned away, pulling me close as if he didn’t want me looking at him.

  “Lucas?”

  It took him a second but finally, he looked at me. There was something in his expression that told something had happened in Iraq. I didn’t want to make him think bad memories on such a lovely night so I smiled.

  He took a deep breath. “She died a week after she taught me the rumba.”

  “I’m so sorry, Lucas.” I didn’t know what to say and all I could think to do was hold him. So I kissed his cheek and pulled him close.

  “Seeing you again, having your forgiveness has done a lot to heal me, Torryn.”

  I closed my eyes as guilt flooded me. I was all in with him now, but at the start, I’d set out to hurt him. I hadn’t known he was a shattered man at the time, but my conscious told me it didn’t matter.

  “I wish I’d known,” I whispered.

  “I’m sorry.”

  The mood was quickly spiraling down and I didn’t want that. I reminded myself that it was time to put the past behind us and move forward.

  I pulled back so I could gaze into his blue eyes. “We’re together now. We can put all that behind us and start new here and now.” I knew I was telling it as much to myself as to him. I had to get past my initial goal of hurting him and focus on our second chance.

  He nodded. “I’d like that.”

  I smiled. “I’m Torryn Williams and you’re the sexiest man in this room. I’d like to get to know you.”

  He grinned, and I was glad when it reached his eyes that twinkled with amusement. “I’m Lucas Simmons.” He looked to either side of us presumably to see if anyone was close enough to overhear. My body shivered in anticipation of what he would say next.

  “And I’d like to make sweet love to you all day and all night.”

  It wasn’t as naughty as I thought it would be, but it still made my blood heat.

  “Do you want to get out of here?”

  “What about your mother?” His gaze drifted to the other side of the room, where I could hear my mother laughing.

  “It’s nearly eleven. Besides, she’s so busy with her friends, I’m not sure she’d notice we were gone.”

  “If you’re sure.”

  I stared into his eyes. “I’m sure.” I meant more than just about leaving my mother’s party. I meant about him and us and the possibility of a future.

  Ten minutes later we were in the car, and Lucas was driving out of my parents’ driveway. “Where to?”

  “I was thinking back to your hotel.”

  “You really do want to get to know me.” He grinned as he reached for my hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

  “I’m dying to get to know you.”

  When we got back to the hotel, he gave me the keycard and told me he had one quick errand to run.

  “I’ll be up in a few minutes. Ten minutes max.”

  I was curious about what he was up to, but I didn’t ask. I’d been discovering that Lucas had a romantic side and I was enjoying it.

  “Ten minutes. Then I start without you.”

  Fire lit in his eyes. He leaned toward me so the people in the lobby wouldn’t hear him. “Someday I’d like to watch you touch yourself.”

  My blood shot to boiling as the image of him watching me pleasure myself seared my brain.

  He kissed my cheek and then waited as I got on the elevator.

  Up in the room, I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I didn’t know what he had planned but decided he wouldn’t mind if I sped things up by removing some of my clothes. I took off my dress and hung it in the closet. I was left in the purple bra and panties, and black thigh high stockings. I
left my high heels on too. I adjusted the pillows on the bed and took a seat to wait.

  True to his word, Lucas knocked on the door ten minutes later.

  I opened the door in what I hoped was a sexy pose. “May I be of service?”

  Lucas grinned as he held an ice bucket with champagne. His smile faded as his mouth gaped and his eyes widened. “Holy fuck Torryn. I think I just came in my pants.”

  “Come in. I’ll see if I can help you with that.”

  He quickly set the champagne on the table and then pulled me to him. “You’ve ruined my plans.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not.” He kissed me, desperate and hard. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  My hands moved in a frenzy to get him undressed. “I want to feel you.” I caressed and squeezed every inch of his skin I could access.

  “Torryn.” My name escaped his mouth on a breathless sigh. Then he turned me around until I was facing the mirror over the desk in the room.

  Through the reflection, I saw his eyes, clouded with desire and awe, as he undid the hooks of the strapless bra. It fell away, and my breasts were free. He reached around me, cupping them. He watched his hands through the mirror as his thumbs flicked over my nipples. They puckered and distended as if begging him to play with them.

  “I could look at you all day and night.”

  I lifted my gaze to his through the mirror. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder, as his hands slid over my stomach and lower. He pushed my panties down, and I shimmied until I could step out of them.

  “You’re so sexy,” he said again as I stood in front of the mirror in only my thigh-high stockings and high heels.

  “You make me feel sexy.”

  “No.” He kissed my shoulder and then my neck. “You are sexy. My sexy Torryn.”

  My heart turned over in my chest to hear him call me his.

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours,” I said in a raspy breath. I wasn’t just saying it. I felt it. Whether it was a risk or not to love him, I did. I couldn’t not love him.

  At my words, his eyes closed, as if he was savoring them. “I want to make you happy.”

  I thought he was talking about physically but I pretended he meant in life. “Yes.”

  He stepped closer to me, and his cock pressed against my ass. “Watch me love you Torryn.”