You, Me, and Forever (Blushing)

I was wrapped in a towel and lying on Myles’s bed before I’d even come down from the world’s greatest orgasm. I’d never experienced a shower orgasm, and I was here to say that they were my new favorite thing.

This sexy, naked man down on his knees and giving me the best orgasm of my life.

Um, yes, please.

I’d attempted to return the favor, but he’d stopped me. He said that he couldn’t wait another second to be inside me.

Has anyone ever made me feel so wanted?

I pushed up on my elbows as he reached in the nightstand for a condom, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“So are you.”

And he was. He stood there completely bare, golden skin glistening, and his dick was hard and long and thick. He covered himself in the latex and then used his finger and thumb to flick my towel open. He just stared down at me like he wanted to memorize every single inch of me.

I will not make this more than it is. We are just two friends having a good time.

No strings.

No expectations.

No romanticizing.

Sex. I wanted sex. I wanted to feel something. Do something just for me. Something that I wanted.

Something that probably wasn’t very responsible or wise—but it would feel amazing, and I’d deal with the consequences later.

His fingers moved gently down my cheek, and then my neck, before tweaking my nipples and causing me to gasp.

“You have perfect tits, do you know that?” His tongue followed the path of his fingers as he licked my neck and nipped at my ear.

“Thank you. I’ve never thought that they were all that noteworthy,” I whispered, and he chuckled against my skin before lifting his head to look at me.

“I get off to your tits all the time. All the fucking time. Hell, I was just about to get off to you when you knocked on the door.”

My eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really. You literally caught me with my dick in my hand.” His fingers trailed down my body as his gaze locked with mine. He stopped between my legs. “Jesus. You’re already so wet again.”

“I was thinking about you too,” I admitted, shocking myself as the words left my mouth.

“Yeah? Do you get off to me, too, Montana?”

I nodded, feeling my cheeks blaze. “Yes.”

“Tell me what I’m doing to you when you touch yourself?” he asked as a finger slipped inside me, and a whoosh of air left my lungs.

“I think about kissing you. About touching you. About you touching me.”

He smiled as he slipped another finger inside. “Have you been thinking about it since the first night I touched you?”

My back arched as he pumped in and out of me, his thumb flicking my clit.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me now.” My voice did not waver, and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it. I’d been thinking about having sex with this man for weeks. Months, actually. I was done waiting. Done being teased.

Before I could even process what was happening, he was beneath me and pulling me on top of him, one leg falling on each side of him as I straddled his hips. His erection was standing straight up between us, and I ground up against it.

“Fuuuuccckkk. I want you to take control. Set the pace. Use my cock any way you want to, beautiful.”

My God. He had a filthy mouth.

And I’m here for it.

I pushed up, adjusting myself just above his tip, as my teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I slowly slid down.

I gasped as I took him in. He was large and thick, and I paused to let my body adjust to the intrusion.

“Hey.” His gruff voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked down at those sage green eyes. “Breathe, beautiful. There’s no rush.”noveldrama

I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath as I released the air from my lungs. I moved down another inch.

Slow.

Steady.

Breathing with each movement, my gaze never leaving his.

“Look at you taking me all the way in, beautiful. Gripping me like a fucking vise.” His words were strained as he watched me.

I shifted once more and groaned as I took him all the way in, and I stayed perfectly still as I adjusted to him.

His hands reached for my face and pulled me down as he kissed me hard. Our lips locked, our bodies joined, and I started to move.

Over and over as we found our rhythm.

I’d never been so lost in the moment. So lost in a man. He kissed me until my lips ached.

My body tingled, and I arched my back as my hands settled on the tops of his thighs.

I moved faster.

Myles leaned forward, and his lips covered my breast. Moving from one to the other.

The sensation so overwhelming I groaned.

As if he knew just what I needed, his hand moved between us, and he found my clit.

Rubbing little circles as my entire body started to shake.

Lights exploded behind my eyelids, and I cried out his name as the most intense orgasm ripped through my body.

I looked down to find his eyes trained on me.

He thrust into me once.

Twice.

And a guttural sound left his throat.

My name a desperate plea on his lips.

We rode out every last bit of pleasure, his arms wrapped around me, keeping me close.

I buried my face in his neck as he fell back against the mattress, taking me with him.

Our breaths the only audible sound in the room.

When our breathing finally slowed, the room grew quiet.

He pushed the hair back from my face as I looked at him.

“What was that?” I whispered.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said as he rolled us onto our sides before pulling out and moving to his feet. He walked to the bathroom, and I assumed he was getting rid of the condom.

When he slipped back into bed, he pulled me against him.

I wouldn’t have guessed Myles St. James to be a cuddler.

But this man was full of surprises.

It had been three weeks since our night together in New York, and we’d been together every day since. I knew the lines were blurring for me, but I was giving this gift to myself. I’d never been happier, and I wasn’t going to spoil it by focusing on the fact that it would be ending soon.

My new life mantra is: Live in the moment.

Don’t think about tomorrow. Or next week.

I knew it would hurt like hell when he left, but I’d deal with it then. I’d always had the ability to rebound and pull myself up by the bootstraps.

Once I slipped into his car, he drove a few blocks away from town to one of my favorite areas on the river.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” I said, and I didn’t miss the tic in his jaw.

He was tense. Maybe even nervous.

Myles St. James doesn’t get nervous.

Oh God. Was this really it? Was he tired of this arrangement and taking me somewhere private to break it to me gently?

I knew there was the possibility that things would end before he left town.

The man didn’t do relationships. He’d been honest about that. Yet we spent every night together. Of course he was over it.

This was too much for him.

This is definitely too much for him.

He cleared his throat. “I want to talk to you about something, and I’m not sure how you’re going to react.”

“You know that I’m not oblivious to how this all ends, right? You don’t have to drive me out to the middle of nowhere and do a formal breakup.” I shrugged. “It’s a fling, Myles. I’m not going to fall apart because you’re ready to move on. I’ve been preparing for it all along.”

He pulled in front of the Murphy Ranch, which had been abandoned for years. It was one of the most beautiful pieces of property in Blushing. But it had been tied up in probate for years—a family inheritance dispute that had left this gorgeous home empty.

“You’re serious?” he said as he put the car in park. He turned to look at me. “You think I drove you out here to tell you that I don’t want to see you anymore?”

“Listen, this is all new for you. And you’ve really embraced the whole ‘ongoing fling’ thing well. And honestly, it’s surpassed my expectations. But I know it’s got an expiration date, and I’m not going to fall apart if it ends before you leave. I’m sure this is overwhelming for you.”

“I’m not overwhelmed, Montana. I told you that I wanted to see you until I head back to New York. I didn’t just make that up. If I didn’t want to see you anymore, I would be honest with you,” he said. “I don’t do what I don’t want to do, Montana. We have a few more weeks together, and I plan to fuck you every which way I can for twenty-one more days. I’m not leaving you just yet, Honey Badger. Even though you seem convinced that I’m going to call this done every other day.”

So maybe I’d expected him to end it a week ago, when he’d set out a very romantic picnic on the boat for me.

Or the day we’d returned from New York, when he’d invited me over for dinner.

I was a girl who’d had the rug pulled out from beneath her feet a few times before. I didn’t want to be caught off guard.

This was why I used a gratitude journal and vision boards. It was an effort to stop myself from expecting people to let me down.

“Fine. This isn’t doomsday. I’m just letting you know that when that day comes, I’m going to be fine.”

“So you keep telling me. Now get your ass out of the car so I can show you something.”

“This place is abandoned. We could get arrested for trespassing.”

“Just get out of the damn car, woman.”

He came around to the passenger side of his rented Tesla just as I pushed my door open. “Why do you seem so nervous, then?”

He huffed out a breath and whipped around, and my chest slammed into his. “Maybe because this is new for me. Has that ever dawned on you?”

My eyes widened. “What’s new for you? A fling that lasts a few weeks?”

“I see you every single day. You’re in my bed every single night. It’s a bit more than a fucking fling, yeah?”

Why is he so angry? He’s the one who made the rules. I just agreed to them.

“Fine. I misspoke. It’s a relationship that ends in three weeks. When you move away, and we don’t see one another anymore.”

He shook his head and cursed under his breath. “Can you just stop analyzing it, and let me give you a goddamn surprise?”

“You’re so touchy today.” I chuckled and then tried to catch up to him as he stormed toward the old farmhouse.

“You don’t make surprising you very easy.” He paused when we walked up the few steps to the front porch. “Now close your eyes and prepare to be dazzled.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Fine. Dazzle me, Moneybags.”

He took my hand and walked me forward a few steps. “Open your eyes.”