by Skye Jordan
I continue kissing her as my hands move to her hips and my thumbs find the waistband of her leggings, then drag the wet fabric down her legs. When I’m on my knees, I find myself at eye level with a gorgeous pussy that I have to have.
I press a kiss low on her belly and trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh. She sips a breath when my hand eases between her legs. Her hands tighten in my hair while my fingers stroke her.
She’s slick and soft and hot, and I need her in my mouth. Like last year. I lift one of her thighs to my shoulder, then slide one finger inside her. Deep inside her, until my knuckles press against her body. She’s small and supple, and I can already imagine my cock pushing into this tight, wet space, can already feel her pulse and spill around me. “Fuuuuuuck, you’re sweet.”
Don’t rush, I remind myself. Relish.
It’s easier than I imagine, because when I press my face against her body and stroke my tongue over the neatly tended space between her legs, her scent makes me high and her taste makes me hungry. I wet two fingers inside her, then make a vee and push them through her swollen folds, isolating her already ripe clit. Chloe moans and her back arches, pushing her hips into my hand.
I tilt my head back, rest my chin on her belly, and watch the pleasure tighten her gorgeous face. The moonlight glows across her skin as I tease out the bud of her sex by touch and gently, slowly, methodically manipulating until I slide back inside her every to wet my fingers again.
Her hips begin to move with me, demanding pressure and speed that I withhold. The higher she climbs, the harder she’ll fall. And I want her to fucking shatter—over and over and over again.
I lock my free arm around her hips to hold her still. Tease her with different touches, rocking my knuckles back and forth, pulling my hand away to draw whispering circles over the tip of the bud, sliding two fingers inside her and used my thumb to tease.
Her orgasm comes hard and sharp, her body jerks, and she swears like a sailor. My heart is in my throat. Bringing this woman so much pleasure after she’s been celibate for so long is a fucking honor.
Every cell in my body is humming with need, but I ease her thigh from my shoulder, push to my feet, and gather her into my arms, kissing her deep. I pick her up and crawl onto the bed, lay her down, and then sink onto her.
Her body beneath mine is sheer perfection. I never want to leave. When I lift my head and break the kiss, I find her eyes languid and dark. With her gaze on mine, her hands slide down my sides and push at the waistband of my boxer briefs. I lift my hips to allow her to push them down with her hands, then the rest of the way with her feet.
And now we’re fully skin to skin, eye to eye. Nothing has ever felt so fucking right. Except the idea of being inside her, which is all my body can think about. And that reminds me of a very unfortunate element in this scenario.
“What?” she says, always so in tune with my expressions. “What’s wrong?”
“I just realized my condoms are in my wallet and my wallet is in the back pocket of my pants and my pants are out on the deck, and I’d do just about anything not to leave this bed right now.”
“Well, you’re in luck.” She reaches toward the nightstand, takes the knob between her middle and forefingers, and pulls open the drawer. I push up enough to look in the small space, then grin and pull out not one, but a handful of condoms.
I meet her gaze deliberately, but I’m still smiling. “Do you have something to tell me?”
She’s grinning, and her eyes sparkle. “Only that KT and Laiyla were giving me a hard time about the whole celibacy thing and left them strewn across my bed as a joke.”
I drop all but one on the bed and rip open the package with my teeth. “I owe them big-time.”
I ease to my side, roll the condom on, and return to the vee between her legs. With any other woman, I’d be looking forward to finding pleasure so I could bail. But with Chloe, I can’t even imagine how I will ever get enough. And instead of rushing things along, I brace myself on my forearms, fingers in her wet hair, thumbs stroking her temples. Just looking at her. Feeling her. Being with her.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, even though it doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of how I feel about her. How she lights me up from the inside out. How she changes my priorities. How her happiness and safety have become my biggest concerns. There’s so much to say, so many things going on inside me, and I don’t want to spook her.
Her smile is soft when she reaches between us and palms my cock. “Less talk, more action, Wilde. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
How the fuck did I get so lucky? In all honesty, I’d given up hope of ever getting this close to her months ago. “I love that idea.”
And since I waited so long for her, it’s only fair she wait a bit for me, so I take my sweet time, burying myself inside her one excruciating inch at a time, pulling fully out each time to stroke my wet cock through her folds and over her clit before pushing back inside her with a lot of teasing shallow quick strokes before I plunge deeper. She’s grown so slick, but she still gasps every time I surge deeper, and her pussy is a hot, wet, supple vise around my cock.
Chloe must have seen my brain slide sideways, because she rolls me to my back, not an easy feat in this small bed, and carefully takes the rest of me until I’m balls deep.
And I swear to God, every molecule in my body rearranges itself, leaving room for my heart to swell and my soul to expand. This is most definitely different.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I grip her thighs hard, trying to find control, but she’s gloriously naked, on top of me and loving every minute of it. “Chloe,” I warn. “I won’t last…”
“You won’t have to.” She moves that wicked body of hers in ways that bend my brain and push my body to the limits. And by the time she’s on the edge of climax, I’m sure she’ll have bruises on her thighs tomorrow.
When she comes, her head drops back, and her hair skims my thighs. I move my hands to her hips and hold tight as I lift into her, finally finding release.
The orgasm is fiery and lasts for-fucking-ever, draining stress from every last cell in my body. And when I can finally see past the whiteout in my head, Chloe is lying on top of me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her hand sliding lazily up and down my arm.
My heart has to be thundering in her ear, and I’m still embedded deep inside her.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask. “Do you need to move?”
“I’m very comfortable.” She presses her hands against my chest and pushes up. Her smile is lazy and sexy and hot. “And I may consider moving. KT told me about multiple orgasms for guys. Is that a thing?”
“I have no idea.” I’ve never stayed long enough to find out if it was possible.
“Really?” she says. “There’s something you haven’t done?”
“I guess so.”
“Then, yeah, if you’re game, I’m going to need to move.”
I reach up and cup her cheek. “I’m definitely game.”
11
Chloe
I rush to close up the room I’m using for yoga and meditation and follow the other women toward the marina. I left Xavier sleeping and can’t wait to slide into bed beside him and wake him in a way he won’t ever forget.
I’d never admit this to another soul, but knowing that olive-skinned, muscle-bound, sexy man is tangled in my white sheets makes me giddy.
God, what a night. The most amazing night of sex in my entire life. He most definitely swept me away. Xavier isn’t just good in bed, he’s sheet-fisting, toe-curling, back-arching, sweat-inducing phenomenal. He’s also surprisingly deep and sweet and open, not to mention playful and funny. I spent the night either moaning or laughing. I’d be lying if I said nothing more than sex happened between us over the last eight hours. I felt the shift in my soul. I saw the same transformation in his eyes.
I turn onto my dock feeling young and loose and inspired and hopeful and giddy. I make my way to the bedroom, alre
ady anticipating the feel of his strong warm body against mine. I turn into the bedroom and—stop short.
He’s gone.
I stare at the empty, unmade bed, completely confused. Look at the back deck and find his clothes gone. A knife turns in my gut. But I hold out hope and turn back to the living room to scour the futon, only to find his uniform shirt and equipment also gone.
Pain seeps through my misguided glee. A sudden rush of disappointment, disillusionment, dejection. Tears prick my eyes. My breathing hitches.
He told me he wasn’t working today. Said he was taking Piper to the gun range later, then working for a few hours on the little fixer-upper he’s flipping in town.
I scan my mind for a legitimate reason for him to be gone so early, to have him leave while I was gone. But I can’t think of one—last night was still just sex for him, even after swearing it was so much more. And I can’t really be mad, because I was the one who set up the just-sex rule.
I’m helpless against the flood of self-recrimination that comes. I sink to the edge of my mattress. “Fuck,” I whisper, pressing my palms to my eyes. “I’m so stupid.”
Why did I ever think his more-than-friends feelings for me were real? How could I have trusted all the sweet things he said to me in the dark? He’s a fucking player. Of all people, I know better.
The tap of the screen door touches my ear, then movement. I look up and find Xavier in the doorway, a brown bag in one hand, a large cup of to-go coffee in the other. He’s still wearing his uniform pants and white tee from last night.
“Damn. I was trying to get back here before you finished—” He cocks his head. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I lie, forcing a smile. Fuck me to hell and back, he didn’t bail, and here I was thinking the worst. “I’m good. Where did you go?”
“Sweet Tarts.” He’s grinning, happy and proud as he sits beside me. “And I had to stop by the house because I’ve got an electrician coming today.”
He puts the bag and coffee at his feet, then pulls something from his pocket and a donut from the bag. He sticks a single candle in the donut, fishes something else from his pocket, and flicks a lighter, lighting the candle, then he offers it to me with a heart-melting smile. “Happy birthday, beautiful.”
My jaw unhinges. A vise tightens around my chest. Tears burn my eyes. “Oh my God. I forgot.”
“You forgot your own birthday?”
“I did.” It’s Laiyla’s birthday and KT’s birthday too. I already have gifts for them, I just didn’t remember today was that day. I was way too preoccupied with Xavier.
“It’s your favorite—jelly filled,” he says, inching the donut closer. “Barbara was there, and I told her it was your birthday, so she filled one special for you—half raspberry, half lemon.”
My favorites.
I’ve lost all ability to talk, sure if I utter a word, I’m going to burst out crying. I swallow to clear my throat. “Oh God, that’s so…”—sweet, amazing, thoughtful—“perfect.”
“Make a wish.”
I take the donut and close my eyes, shooting a wish toward heaven. Please let this be real. Then blow it out and laugh at the pure sweetness of the gesture.
Xavier brushes my hair over my shoulder and slides his thumb across my cheek. “Did you wish for what I hoped you wished for?”
When I look at him, his eyes are dark and soft, which means he hoped I wished for sex, and I guess I sort of did. The look in his eyes takes me back to last night and fills me with desire. Only, I just had a very real and painful glimpse of how I will feel if this doesn’t work out, and I scared the bejesus out of myself.
I need to pull my feelings off my sleeve and shove them back into the vault. I slide the candle from the donut and take a bite. Sugary goodness floods my taste buds, followed by the tang of jelly. I sweep my finger through the pink-and-yellow filling and offer it to Xavier. He takes my wrist and guides my hand to his mouth, locking eyes with me as he sucks the filling off my fingers.
I finish my bite right before he kisses me, deep and sensual, and we immediately burst into flame. We should be exhausted after last night, but evidently, our bodies haven’t gotten enough of each other. I wonder if mine will ever get enough of his.
He moans and rolls me to my back, pulls off my shorts and bra like he can’t get me naked fast enough, and drags his tee over his head before abandoning the idea of getting completely undressed. He shoves his pants out of the way, rolls on a condom, and grips the backs of my thighs. He thrusts at the same time he pulls me onto him. The joint movements drive him deep, make me arch, and steals my breath.
Pleasure streaks through me, edged with a dull ache. After not having sex for so long, last night left me sore, with muscles aching I didn’t even know I had. Still, his desire thrills me. Like I’ve become a need, not just a want.
Once inside me, he stills and meets my gaze. The passion there burns a path straight to my heart, but it’s guarded now. And that’s a good thing, because the way he holds my gaze as he moves could very easily embed him in my heart. His strokes are long, deep, and slow. He braces one hand overhead against the wall, the other is in my hair or stroking my face.
Our well-conditioned bodies immediately start to sweat, making the sex even more sultry and sensual.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I’ll never get enough of you.” His eyes close on a look of bliss, and he presses his forehead to mine. “I knew you’d be worth the wait.”
My heart fights to open, and even though I know better, keeping myself safe is the hardest thing in the world to do right now while he brings me to the edge of climax, until my nails sink into his rock-hard glutes, until I shatter in a stunning orgasm that creates a kaleidoscope of color in my brain, quickly followed by Xavier’s own climax.
He rolls us to our sides because he knows his body is too heavy on mine, and he trails kisses across my forehead, cheek, and neck as we catch our breath.
“Damn, we’re explosive,” he murmurs, still breathless.
After a few quiet moments, he says, “Dinner tonight with the crew for your birthdays, okay? Reservations at eight, after your classes.” He tilts his head to look into my eyes. “And then another night of this, yeah?”
I smile. “Hell, yeah.”
12
Xavier
I park my truck at the marina and slide out, smiling.
Chloe blew me away last night—and this morning too. Completely and totally rocked my ever-loving world down to the core. Being with her feels like all the missing puzzle pieces of my life have fallen into place, finally creating a full picture. It also made me realize that I’ve been in love with her for months. Maybe even all year.
I have a few minutes to spare, so I veer toward the market to check in with Piper. It’s fairly busy, and I find Piper behind the deli counter making sandwiches. I wait for her to turn around and hand a sandwich to one of the women in line.
She smiles at me. “Hey.”
“Hey. Just checking in. That rifle you tried out had some pretty good kickback. Is your shoulder sore?”
“A little, but it was so fun.” Her eyes dance, and her voice pitches with excitement. “When can we do it again?”
“My next day off. You’re getting really good. If it holds your interest, we could start thinking about entering you in some shooting contests.”
“Oh, wow. I’d love that.”
It feels so good to find level ground with her. I glance around. “How’s the job?”
“I like it here.” She looks at my clothes. “Are you and Chloe going out?”
I nod. “Dinner with the others. It’s their birthdays.”
“Oh, right. It’s so cool that they have the same birthday, isn’t it?”
“It is. Do you have a ride home?”
“Yeah, Dawn will drop me off.” She glances at the young woman working the register.
“Great. And your mom?”
“She’s home for a change. What did you say to her?”
I might or might not have thrown out a few mild threats in our last conversation. “Just delivered a dose of reality. Text me when you get home, okay?”
She usually balks at my requests to touch base, but tonight, she just smiles and chirps, “Will do.”
I leave the market with even higher hopes. I’m sleeping with the woman of my dreams, my favorite kid is happy for a change, and I’m treated like a full-fledged member of Chloe’s crew, giving me the feeling of belonging somewhere. Like I’ve got a family of my own again.
Life is incredible.
I leave the market and head toward Chloe’s boat. The night is a perfect seventy degrees, and the lake is serene. I never believed I’d think this, but I could live without the challenge of city policing if I had Chloe and Piper happily in my life.
I step onto her deck and open the door to find Chloe straightening up her kitchen. She glances over her shoulder and grins at me. “Hey.”
All the tension leaves my shoulders, and my body fills with something soft and fulfilling. “Hey.”
I step up behind her, wrap my arms around her middle, and press my face to the curve of her neck with a sigh. She smells sweet, and I trail kisses to her earlobe, which I take playfully between my teeth.
“Mmm.” She hums in pleasure, slides her hands across my arms at her waist, and leans into me.
When she drops her head against my shoulder, I press my mouth to hers. She reaches back and slides her hand into my hair. The arch in her back pushes her ass against my cock, already perked up and happy.
I break the kiss to murmur, “We’ll be late.”
“You’ll have to make it up to me tonight.”
“Gladly.” I kiss her bare shoulder, and my gaze slides down her body. Her dress is a bright blur of large flowers in orange and red, cutting straight across her breasts with thin straps on her shoulders. The woman could make a potato sack look mouthwatering.
“You look gorgeous.”
She turns, leans against the counter, and smiles at me.
