CHAPTER 21 - Bryan Trevor
[Song epigraph]
[“Say You Won’t Let Go”
by James Arthur]
Say you won’t let go – James Arthur
THE PAST…
It’s insane how much I love this girl!
Since that night a month ago, when she showed up and captured me without even knowing it, my life has revolved entirely around her.
Everything about her fascinates me.
Her red hair gleaming in the moonlight, her ocean-blue eyes, the freckles scattered across her face, her perfectly shaped mouth, the blush that rises when she’s embarrassed, her body with curves that drive me crazy.
But above all, it’s the way we fit together so perfectly that makes me certain she was made for me.
“You should be admiring the sky.” She turns on her side, noticing I’m looking at her. “It’s even more beautiful than usual.”
We’re lying on a blanket under the tree, in our favorite spot.
Along with the bright stars, the full moon welcomed us tonight.
“Its beauty doesn’t come close to yours, so I’d rather admire you,” I say, and she blushes, just like every time I’ve complimented her. “Run away with me, Butterfly?” I blurt out suddenly. “Let’s get away from your parents.”
I grew up knowing that people from my side don’t mix with people from Noah’s side, and I had no intention of getting involved with anyone outside my circle. But fate is such a son of a bitch that it made me fall for the one girl who’s forbidden to me.
“I wish it were that easy.” Her previously happy expression begins to crumble. “Gavin would find us in a matter of days, and I don’t even want to think about the consequences if we ran.”
“We’d be careful,” I continue, trying to make her understand it’s possible. “We can start planning everything so there are no mistakes, and sometime after your birthday, we’d disappear. Once you turn eighteen, things get even easier for both of us.” She bites the corner of her lip.
“And how would we survive?” she asks, and my heart races.
“I’ve been saving up money from freelancing at the diner that opened at the edge of town. By the time we leave, I’ll have even more saved.”
“This goes against everything I’ve been taught my whole life.” She forces a smile. “My parents said obedience would bring me salvation.”
“We’ve already figured out he distorts all the teachings, haven’t we?” I ask, and she nods, though hesitantly. “Someone who’s truly devoted to God doesn’t do the things they do to you, Noah.”
“But…”
“I’m not religious, but I don’t believe in a cruel God who punishes people and forces them to hurt others.”
“I don’t believe that either. Do you really think we can escape without getting caught? Without consequences?”
“I’m sure of it! We can stay at a cheap motel until I get a steady job. It shouldn’t be hard to find work in a big city like Vegas.”
The last few weeks have been magical, and it’s getting harder and harder to meet Noah in secret. I wish I could shout to everyone that I’m with the most incredible girl in the world, but I can’t because her parents are two controlling bastards.
And I know that in this place, we could never be together and happy.
Not with her family against us.
Not with mine being completely dysfunctional.
“It’s so risky, yet I can’t stop imagining us out there, free from everything,” she says, and I see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “I can’t stand being punished for everything anymore.”
“We’ll make it, and we’ll be so happy away from here.” I pull her closer. “You’ll finally get to leave the cocoon and become my butterfly.”
“Have I told you I love you?” she asks, smiling again.
“So far, nine times.” I raise my fingers and her smile widens.
“Four times in the lake, once when I was reading to you, once when I brought us food, twice when I told you about my childhood and my alcoholic mother”—she squeezes my arm—“and once when we were just making plans before you fell asleep.”
“I love you.” She holds up all ten fingers. “I love you so much, Bryan!” Her eyes shine and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest.
Eleven I love yous, and I’ll keep counting.
I pull her to me and she sits on my lap, leaning down to press her lips to mine.
The kiss isn’t gentle because we’re both too hungry for each other to hold back.
Our tongues meet and practically devour each other while our eager hands explore each other’s bodies.
When she moans against my mouth, my cock is already rock hard, and to torture me, she squirms on top of me, drawing a grunt from deep in my throat.
This past week, every time we started making out, I nearly came in my pants. But even though I desperately want to bury myself inside her, I always stopped when she didn't want to go further.
It was torture because her taste intoxicates me, and I always want more.
Noah is more addictive than any drug I've ever tried, and I go into withdrawal every time we're like this and can't go further.
“Butterfly…” I whisper between kisses, giving her a chance to breathe. “You have no idea what you do to me, so I think we'd better stop.”
Her gaze locks onto mine, and to my despair, I can see she's burning with just as much desire.
Noah wants this as much as I do.
She runs her hands over my face, then down my shoulders until she reaches my chest. The touch is timid, but it sets me completely on fire and makes my cock pulse even harder against my jeans.
Her fingers wander over my shirt, leaving a trail of fire wherever they go.
“I want you,” she confesses, her voice breaking with emotion. “I want to feel you, Bryan, completely.”
My body freezes for an instant, and my mind wages war with itself—did she really just say that, or am I imagining things because of all the lust clouding my brain?
“Make me yours, completely yours,” she continues, making my brain short-circuit and my chest explode.
“Are you sure?” I ask, and she presses her forehead to mine. “Because if we do this, there's no going back, Noah. You'll be mine forever.”
She smiles, so beautiful that I know without a doubt I'll get her out of this town.
That we'll get married.
That we'll have about three kids.
That it'll be us against the world.
That we'll be happy!
“I've been yours since the moment I first saw you,” she responds, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. “But I want more. I want all of you.”
Maybe I don't deserve her, but I'll do everything to give her the life she deserves.
I'll make every dream in her heart come true.
And I'll tear out every pain lodged inside her chest.
“Mine. You're mine. Born for me!” I declare, placing a kiss on her red, swollen lips.
In one quick motion, I lay her down on the blanket and position myself over her.
Noah props herself up on her elbows to make it easier to remove the jacket she's wearing.
I lower my face, spreading kisses over her bare shoulder, sliding the camisole strap down in the process.
Her skin shivers in small waves of desire at my touch.
I lower the top to her waist and, with a look, ask permission to remove her bra.
She nods, and in seconds I've tossed it aside.
Every inch of her skin reacts with ripples of goosebumps, and my eyes fix on her hardened nipples pointing toward me.
She lies back on the blanket, and I flash a wicked smile before taking one of her breasts in my mouth. But the moment my tongue touches her skin, I feel her entire body tense.
“Hey… is everything okay?” I ask, pulling back enough to see her eyes.
They're shining with unshed tears.
“Sorry…” she stammers nervously. “It's just that I'm afraid of doing something stupid,” she says defensively, looking away, her gaze fixed on some random point behind me.
“That's impossible because you're perfect!” I say, moving closer, holding her face so she'll look at me. “If you want to stop now, that's completely fine with me.”
“No… I don't want to… It's just that…” She swallows hard and another tear falls. “I can't explain it, but for a few seconds my mind went blank and this strange feeling washed over me.”
“You're nervous. It's understandable.” I stroke her cheek. “And it's okay if you're not ready. I'll wait as long as it takes.”
“Yes, it's nervousness, but I don't want to stop.” She smiles, and I'm torn about whether to continue, but then her lips touch mine. “I want this, my love, I really do!”
I return the kiss, and she pulls away, lying back down on the blanket.
Noah smiles again, reassuring me, and I let my mouth travel over her neck, shoulders, the swell of her chest—and only when I notice her body is no longer tense do I return to her breasts.
“Wow…” The word comes out breathless when I lick the areola, suck the nipple, and give it a light bite.
I repeat the movements, and while I feast on one, my fingers tease the other. I enjoy both for long minutes, savoring the hoarse moans escaping her lips.
“I need more…” she whispers restlessly, and I lower my mouth down her belly, kissing every bit of exposed skin.
When I reach the waistband of her pants, I look at her.
She hesitates but still lifts her hips, making it easier to slide off her jeans and panties together.
I take the chance to pull off the top bunched around her waist.
“Fuck!” I groan, trembling as I toss the fabric aside. “You're so damn perfect, Noah, so perfect you seem like a dream,” I say, kneeling in front of her.
Her face is flushed, and she looks even more beautiful this way—blushing and completely exposed to me.
Her pussy is small, with a dusting of red hair.
It's almost impossible to control the hunger consuming me as I stare at her like this.
“Do you have to stare at me so much?” she asks, her trembling voice betraying her nervousness.
“Yes. I need to memorize every inch of you,” I reply, my eyes traveling over her body. “I don't just want your pussy, Noah. I want all of you.”
She blushes even deeper at my words, and I see her hold her breath.
“I need to find out how you taste.” Her eyes widen. “I promise you'll like it,” I murmur, and she bites her lip as I lower my face.
The scent of her sex intoxicates me, and when my tongue touches her wet skin, an explosion of flavor floods my mouth.
It's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted!
It only makes me hungrier!