Chapter Four #2
“I’m not,” I blurt out. “I have a stomach and stretch marks. I had a baby. I’m not anything like the women I’m sure you’re used to.
” I bite down on my bottom lip and meet his gaze, my entire body trembling with a combination of embarrassment and worry that I ruined everything between us with my sudden burst of insecurity.
“Shh.” He slides one finger from my throat to my sternum, his gaze hot on mine. “I’m not interested in any other women. There hasn’t been anyone in a long while, and the only person who has my attention is you.”
“But—”
“But nothing. I already know you’ve had a baby and I don’t care. All I see are your beautiful curves.” He traces the scalloped edge of my bra, dipping his finger beneath the lace and tweaking my nipple with his fingers.
I moan and my thighs spread almost of their own volition, wanting him to touch me there, too.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Trust me to make you feel good.” He flicks his fingers in the front clasp and my bra slides down my arms. And he tosses the garment aside.
Before my brain can come back online and worry some more, he bends his head and pulls a distended nipple into his mouth, and I see stars behind my eyes and delicious sensations travel straight to my sex.
Dampness settles between my thighs, and a warm pulsing feeling arouses me even more.
He plays with my breasts, first one then the other, giving them equal attention and making sure to stimulate me to the point where I am squirming on the bed, my hips gyrating, reaching to fill the desperate ache he inspires.
He kisses me, swirling his tongue around and around mine at the same time he eases one finger inside me. I moan at the feeling, my inner walls clasping around him, and though it has been a long time for me, I know I can take more. I need more.
“I want you, Shane.”
“And you’re going to have me.” He bends one of my legs, placing my foot on the mattress, and then the other, exposing me to him completely. Pumping one finger in and out, he adds a second, and I arch my hips in an attempt to pull him deeper into me.
He drops to his knees, removes his fingers, and suddenly his mouth is on my sex, his tongue gliding up and down, eating at me with a gusto that surprises me.
In my brief experiences, no man has ever been that eager to go down on me before.
Did they do it? Sure, but did they spend the amount of time Shane does, licking, sucking, and nipping at my sensitive flesh? God, no. And I love every second.
Building, pulsing sensation pools between my thighs, and I am so close I can almost reach the climax I so desperately want.
I rub my sex against his mouth, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating into me as he begins to lick my clit, then nip at the tight bud.
Suddenly I soar, the orgasm just out of reach slamming into me like a freight train.
“Shane,” I moan, moving my hips back and forth against his greedy mouth until the glorious waves of pleasure subside, my legs collapse, and I fall back against the bed, my body still tingling.
The next thing I know, I hear the sound of him ripping into a condom.
Levering myself up on my elbows, I realize he’s stripped off his clothes and is naked, amazing in his bare masculinity.
He is well built and sexy, a pleased look on his face, his mouth glistening with my juices, and my sex pulses as I realize that fact.
A glance at his thick cock, and I have a moment’s hesitation, wondering if I can take him, and then his hands are on my thighs and his heavy erection poised at my entrance.
His dark brown gaze meets mine as he eases into me, starting slow, then, finding me wet, he thrusts all the way home.
“Shane.” His name seems to be the only word I am capable of uttering because I feel him everywhere inside me.
“Hold on, beautiful.”
I blink back tears at the endearment because I haven’t been this close to a man …
ever. Sexually, I have been, but what I already feel with Shane is more than the brief encounters I had after Levi.
I don’t know how or why I can feel so much so soon, considering we don’t know each other well, but he obviously cares about my emotions and concerns.
He is trying to make me feel desirable, and I do.
I so do.
And when he begins to move inside me, his serious gaze never leaving mine, my world shifts.
He pumps his hips, his thick cock thrusting deep and pulling out again, my nerve endings feeling like sensitive live wires.
Even though I already came once, from the throbbing awareness in my body, I could definitely climax again.
“I want you to come with me,” he says, as if reading my mind.
I blink up at him, his gruff tone an indication of how close he already is. He slides a finger over my clit, and I respond with a drawn-out moan.
“Again,” I urge him. “Don’t stop.”
He presses down and works his finger in circles, all the while pumping into me. I feel the waves, and before I can process what is happening, I fly. I come hard, my entire being his to master as he continues to work my clit through my orgasm, lightening his touch as I come down from the high.
And then he thrusts harder and deeper, again and again. Sweat drips down the side of his face, his expression taut as he comes on a long, drawn-out groan of complete satisfaction.
* * *
Shane
My legs shake, and I barely refrain from collapsing onto Amber’s sexy body.
I manage to hold myself up as I return to reality and glance down at the woman I just—well, I hadn’t fucked her.
And I wonder if I know her well enough to have made love to her.
Either way, something monumental occurred between us.
“Can we use your shower?” I ask.
She nods, her eyes heavy-lidded, as I help her to a sitting position and, once again, lift her into my arms.
I enjoy carrying her, I think, as I slide her to her feet in the pretty white bathroom.
She pulls towels out of a small linen closet behind the door, and I turn on the shower.
Together we step into the walk-in and rinse each other off with a citrusy soap that smells like Amber.
I am going to smell like her, I muse, and I’ll have to shower in the morning before going to visit my father.
Something I do not want to think about.
“So tell me about your dad,” she says as she pours soap onto her hands and begins soaping me up from my ankles up, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she spends a prolonged period of time re-arousing my cock.
It doesn’t take long, either. But instead of staying there so we can play, she pins me with her gaze as her slick hands run up my sides. “You mentioned your mom was a single mother, too, but you never said anything about your dad.”
I groan, knowing I’ll have to tell her. That I wanted to confide in her all along. “My father left us when I was five. He’d been having an affair with the partner’s daughter in the law firm where he worked. Ultimately, he married her, and they had two daughters.”
Amber winces. “I’m sorry.”
I am long accustomed to that source of hurt.
“As for my mom? She was and is great. An amazing mom who did everything herself. The only good thing I’ll say about my father was that he didn’t shirk his financial responsibilities to us.
He wasn’t there for me at all, but he paid child support and alimony. We didn’t want for anything. But…”
She maneuvers me under the water so the stream can rinse off the soap, and when I am clean, I begin to wash her, already accepting the fact that this isn’t going to be about sex.
I soap up her legs, moving my hands up her calves, knees, and thighs, letting out a grunt when I slide my hands over her sex but keep going because I know she wants to talk and get to know me.
“But?” Amber pushes, proving me right, although her eyes flared when my fingers slid over her pussy.
“But when it came to college, he’d only agree to pay if I went to law school like he did.”
She narrows her gaze. “Seriously? Why did he even care if he had nothing to do with you for most of your life?” She sounds indignant on my behalf, and I appreciate the show of support.
I roll my shoulders because I never figured my father out. “Beats me. Because he likes control is the best I can come up with. Anyway, I told him to keep his money, took loans, and put myself through school.” I soap up her breasts, her arms and then place her under the steady stream.
“Where?” she asks.
“Yale.”
Her eyes open wide. “He should be proud. What an ass,” she mutters.
“Yeah. But he’s still my father, he had a heart attack, and he’s asking for me.”
“Are you going?” Amber asks.
“I am.” I’m not feeling a sense of duty as much as the pull of a child to my parent.
She nods in understanding, then quickly washes and conditions her hair before shutting off the water.
We dry off and then, wrapped in towels, make our way back to bed. I could leave, but I don’t want to go, so I climb in beside her and pull her against me.
She sighs and snuggles against me, and of course, my cock begins to perk up again. But I am well aware of the fact that just because we had sex doesn’t mean I know her as well as I want to. I am drawn to her, though, and for now I am going with that.
“What about you? Tell me how you ended up a young, single mom.”
* * *
Amber
I know it is only fair I talk about myself. “I was a sophomore in college, dating a freshman named Levi Bennett, and I guess it happened. Looking back, we weren’t as careful as we should have been.” I bite down on my lower lip.
“Where is he now?” Shane asks.
I draw in a difficult breath. Despite how many years have passed, it is never easy to recall what happened to L.J.’s dad, and I dread the day when I have to explain the circumstances to my son.
“He died in a hazing incident at school. To hear his twin and best friends tell it, the night was brutal. He suffered a lot, and so did they. But I didn’t know I was pregnant.
I didn’t find out until a few weeks after he died, and though I was in the middle of grieving, I knew I wanted to keep Levi’s baby.
” I lean back into the hard body behind me, taking comfort in the wrap of his arms around me.
“You loved him.”
I manage a smile, if only for myself. “As much as I was capable of at that age. And I was lucky. My parents accepted my circumstances and let me come home. They helped me raise L.J. And he has Levi’s parents and his twin brother, and two godfathers.”
“He’s a lucky boy,” Shane says.
I nod. “His uncles, real and pseudo, they feel responsible because they were there that night. They offered to pay for my school and this house, and though I said no for a while, I finally realized if I didn’t take this step and leave Florida, I wasn’t doing justice to L.J.
or the life he deserved. The guys have been great, although I really hope to pay them back one day. ”
“What’s your relationship with his uncles?” he asks, a hint of what sounds like jealousy in his tone.
“They’re like my brothers.”
He exhales a long breath, the rush of warm air hitting my shoulder. Then he slides his hand around and cups my breast in his palm.
Next thing I know, he’s flipped me over, reaches for his jeans to grab a condom, and slides into me, making me feel utterly owned as he takes me for a hard ride.
Early the next morning, Shane wakes me with a kiss. “I’ve got to get going.”
I roll my head to the side. “Are you going to be okay alone?”
“Are you offering to come with me if I’m not?”
I chuckle. “Funny.”
He stares into my eyes as he speaks. “I’m not kidding. Want to take an hour’s ride? I could use the company as well as the support.”
I sit up, pulling the covers with me. “You’re serious.”
He nods.
“Okay, then. No class today. Study group doesn’t need me. I can call in sick. Sure. I’d be happy to come,” I say, and I wonder what I am getting myself into.