Let Me Go (22 page)

I snap back to him and a seductive smile forms on from his swollen lips. He’s leaned back on his hands and my heart stammers that I’m here with him. “Yeah.” I bite my bottom lip, taking in all of him waiting there for me.

“Strip, baby.” His tone isn’t demanding, but soothingly persuading if that’s possible. Seductive and sexual stirred together.

My hands reach for the hem of my shirt, but I figure I might as well make this fun. I step closer to take up the space between his legs and he quickly straightens his back, his hands slide up the back of my thighs and he steadies himself.

Painstakingly slow, I inch the shirt up, displaying my bare stomach. Rob leans forward and peppers small kisses along my waist. I tug the shirt off and drop it to the floor, watching his burning eyes worshipping my body. Not waiting for me, his fingers skim up my back and he flicks the clasp of my bra. “I thought I was supposed to undress myself?” I tease and he continues to kiss my skin, rising quickly to my breasts.

“You’re taking too long,” he murmurs.

My fingers play with the longer strands of hair in the back of his head as he rises to his feet. Our chests are flush against one another and he cups the back of my head, tilting it up. I lose myself in his hunger filled eyes

He speeds our pace again, crashing his lips to mine and thoroughly kissing me as though he’s on a deserted island and I contain his last drop of water.

Suddenly, he’s like a damn yellow light, yielding again, cherishing and enjoying our kiss. His lips stay on mine, his tongue seeking mine out to begin a dance we’ve started to find. As his one hand weaves through my curly strands of hair, his other roams down my body. Wanting to be skin against skin, I reach for the edge of his T-shirt and lift it off of him. He groans when he has to break our kiss in order to shed it completely, but he quickly captures my mouth again, not missing a beat of where we were.

His bare chest warms not only my body, but also my heart. In this moment, I’m done. Rob is the one for me and even though he has the ability to break my heart, I don’t care. Because this is worth ten heartbreaks from the unwavering love flowing through my veins being sheltered in his arms.

Slowly, he breaks our kiss, my lips beg for more, but his lips trail down my jaw, making his way to my ear. “Unzip my pants,” he whispers. An electric jolt shocks my body while my fingers don’t waste time reaching for his button. I unsnap his jeans, and he sucks in a deep breath and I lean forward, wanting nothing more than to feel another love-induced kiss that he’s been giving me all night. My fingers find his zipper and I slowly drag it down. His thick cock springs free and a shiver runs through my body at the thought of him moving inside of me. I push his pants down, and they fall to his ankles. He toes out of his shoes and jeans, while my hand palms his erection. His body jerks but he relaxes to my touch faster than I expected.

The more I allow my hand to move along his dick, the more noises escape his mouth. With each enjoyable pleasure sound, my own wetness increases and I can’t wait until he sheds the leather pants from my body. “Turn around.”

I twist around and he guides me down to his lap. His hands skim up my thighs and he reaches around, popping open my button. Once they’re open, he hooks his thumbs on the sides, leaving only the flimsy thin layers of our underwear between us.

I step out of my pants and his large hands knead and mold by breasts. My head falls to his shoulder and his lips manipulate my neck as his hands work my body. I grind along his hardness, wiggling from the release my body is begging for.

Rob eases us down and glides my body to join his on the bed. As soon as we’re both lying down, he positions us so I’m on my back and he’s on his side. His pointer finger glides down my naked body in a slow and graceful manner leaving a path of quivers eagerly following its path. He peppers kisses to my shoulder as my hands fight for a chance to pleasure him the same way. “You’re so perfect, Paige,” he whispers and I melt from his words, my body falling into an abyss on his mattress.

He moves on top of me, kissing me hard and deep before gradually moving down my body until his face is right above my center. He brings my satin panties down my legs as he continues casting small kisses to my skin. After my underwear joins our other clothes on the floor, his palms press against my thighs, opening me for him.

With one swipe of his tongue, every nerve ending in my body surges with awareness of his proximity. He eases my legs further apart and pushes them up, so my knees are practically by my ears, opening me fully for him. Once he positions me exactly how he wants me, his tongue dives into the wetness he created between my legs. I clench and fight the restraint of his arms holding down my legs. My fingers fist his sheets with every swipe of his tongue. When he engulfs my clit into his mouth, as his tongue incessantly twirls it, my whole body begins to rise to the pleasure that’s demands to be released.

Rob must have other plans because he draws back and I open my eyes to find him removing his boxers, positioning himself between my legs. Just as I’m about to stop him before he doesn’t use something, he reaches over into the drawer of his nightstand and grabs a condom.

He places the condom in front of my mouth and my teeth clamp down on the foil packet. With the use of my teeth, he rips it open and pulls out the condom. “Good girl,” he says, placing it over the top of his dick. My fingers reach to help and he doesn’t turn me away. Instead he leans back and gives me all of him. “So damn hot,” he murmurs, watching as I slide the condom down his length. My thighs squeeze together to push back the sparks of my burning orgasm.

After the protection is in place, he flips us over so I’m straddling him. “I have to see you on top.” His hands mold along my hips as he guides me down on him. I gasp when he’s fully encased inside of me and I can barely move. I’ve never felt this full and I never want to forget this incredibly erotic moment between us. “Fuck . . . you feel so good.”

His words do nothing but spur my own arousal higher. A low growl rumbles from my chest. “So do you.” I moan, my eyes dropping to his heaving chest and then his blazing eyes.

Since I’ve failed to start our motion of bodies from selfishly wanting to prolong it as long as possible, Rob rolls his hips and when I suck in a breath, he picks up the pace. Quickly, I join in, needing to feel more of him. His hands reach up and take my aching breasts and when his thumbs roll along my nipples, I arch my back, my hands landing on his thighs.

Once we find our groove, I can’t help the feeling of explosions quickly forming inside of me. I clench to keep me from falling off the edge. When Rob’s hands squeeze my ass, at the same time as he thrusts deep inside of me, I quickly become weak and burst out as I cry, “Rob.”

He rides me out, his thumb massaging my clit as the waves of ecstasy slowly turn to ripples. Once my body stops twitching, he flips me over, and pins my hands on top of my head. He hammers inside of me and I feel my ecstacy building again, but try to match his speed for Rob to find his own release. A few minutes later, his sweat-slicked body holds still inside of me as his body collapses on top of me.

As he rests, I unclasp my ankles, allowing my legs to fall to the side and my hands reach across his shoulders. He nuzzles his face into my neck as my fingers lazily flow up and down his back. His breathing goes from labored to slow and steady. He doesn’t rush to get off me or even withdraw from me. Instead he stays in place allowing me to show him how great making love can be.

He picks up his head and peers down at me. “Man, you’re an animal.” I smack his back, smiling up at him and he gives me a quick peck before pulling out of me. He pushes from the bed, and walks out of the room. “Stay put.”

I HOLD MYSELF
up, gripping the counter in front of the mirror and take a long breath after stepping out of my room to go to the bathroom. I toss the condom in the trash can and gain the courage I need for this next step.
Do not do a dick move.

When I step out in the hallway, I’m surprised to find Chrissy trudging up the stairs with Dex right behind her. I dodge back into the bathroom and shut the door, grabbing my towel to wrap around myself. Knowing she heard me, I try to listen for footsteps that go into their room, but instead it’s luggage that hits the hardwood floor. Two seconds later a knock hits the bathroom door.

I open it a sliver and peer out to a very tired Chrissy. She has dark circles under her eyes and her hair is in a sloppy pony tail. “Damn girl, what the hell happened to you?” I attempt to lighten the mood because from the scour on her face, she’s pissed about something and I don’t want to add more fuel to her anger.

“Don’t even ask. I just want my bed.” She peers down the hall and I hear the rolling luggage being wheeled into their room.

“Well then, go.” She stares down at my arm that’s pressed against the door.

“You got a tattoo?” she questions, staring at me wearily.

“Yeah.” I’m short and sweet to end this conversation quickly. She peers down the other way to a dark room that Paige usually fills.

“Have you seen Paige? Her car is out there.” She narrows her eyes at me and I open the door, holding my hands up.

“No, last I saw her she was with some dipshit at Aces.” I half-lie, half-truth. I am a dipshit.

“Oh, I wish you would have kept a better eye on her.” I follow her out to the hall and she waits a second by her own door. Second-guessing what I just told her. “Who’s in there?” She nods her head toward my door and I shake my head at her, giving her a cocky smirk to make her assume a girl.

“Just a little fun,” I remark and my hand reaches the doorknob, hoping to escape this inquisition of Chrissy’s.

“Alright. Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” She turns around to go into her room and I catch Dex sprawled out on the bed, already in his boxers. Not sure what happened to them, but I’ll find out in the morning.

I open the door to my bedroom and the first thing I notice is my empty bed. Maybe I didn’t need to give myself the pep talk in the bathroom. Paige is bent over, picking up her clothes, her naked ass in the air. “Even though the view is nice, what are you doing?” I ask, coming behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.

She wiggles in my arms for me to set her free. “I would have preferred you naked waiting for me in my bed,” I softly say in her ear and I feel her squirm from the goose bumps I ignited.

“For some more fun.” She sneers and I step back, chuckling to myself.

“Turn around, baby,” I whisper and she shakes her head. Her clothes are bundled in her arms as she refuses to face me. “I’m not going to ask twice, come on.” I urge her and slowly she twists in my grip.

“What?” Her sight casts down to the floor, so, I press my pointer finger under her chin and force her to look at me. Those hazel irises shimmer with sadness and my gut wrenches that I brought her doubts to the surface.

“You aren’t just some fun for me. I said that to Chrissy, so she’d lay off.” Her eyes widen and the sides of her mouth begin to curl up. “Paige, I knew you’d be more than a one-night thing before I allowed myself to fully indulge in you.”

“You did?” Her pants drop out of her arms and plop to the floor. When she bends down to retrieve them, I draw her into me.

In the split second she’s in my arms, I know it’s time. Time she knows exactly what happened to me all those years ago. The reason I am who I am and why it took me so long to accept this between us. Since I’m positive I’ll do a million more bone head moves, she needs to know why.

“Stay here tonight,” I softly ask in her ear and her cheek rubs against mine, silently agreeing to my request.

I grab her hand and lead her to my bed. Once her naked body is tucked under my comforter, I toss my towel and crawl in next to her. Wrapping her body against mine, she rests her head on my shoulder as my fingers graze back and forth down her spine.

“I was seventeen,” I begin and she places her hand on my heart, which somehow slows the rapid beating.

“You don’t have to—”

“Yeah, I do. I want to.” That seems to appease her because her body relaxes in my hold and I inhale her fruity shampoo before I continue. “So, my girlfriend, Carly, and I were driving home from a basketball game one night. We lived in a small country town, so once you’re out of the downtown area, it’s dark country roads with no street lights.” I take a deep breath, preparing for the worst part to come. Where she’ll see me as someone different. So, I need that one last broadened and innocent smile from her. “Look at me, please.”

She peeks up at me, resting her chin on her hand splayed across my heart. If she only knew how it felt, like she contained the power to magically piece it back together. “You really are beautiful.” Her hazel eyes light up at my compliment and she tilts her head into my palm.

“Thank you.”

I grab the last ounce of strength before I wimp out. “We’d been dating for two years and planned to attend Western together in the fall. The Mill River basketball team had just beaten our nemesis and everyone from our school was on a high. Carly was messing around, unbuckling herself, she kept leaning over the center console, kissing my neck, and grabbing my dick. I continued to fight her as I weaved around roads I knew like the back of my hand. There wasn’t a curve, or bend I didn’t expect.” I release a breath and her arms tighten around me again.