Always the One, page 17
part #1 of Always and Forever Series
Lightly, I move the backside of my fingers down her cheek, and when my thumb makes it to her lips I graze the round edges. Remembering the way she kissed me back when I took away her virginity. Looking at her now, I feel a sense of completion. I’m not only falling, but in essence, also surrendering my heart, soul, and body for the chance to love someone.
This is the moment that changes a boy into a man. The moment one falls in love. Not only am I responsible for loving this woman, but I’m also now in charge of protecting her heart and honoring any promise I give her from here on out.
For women, virginity is the one thing that they give to someone that they’ve fallen in love with. Well, most women. The one thing they give away as a symbol of their love and commitment to their partner. But what virginity is to women, is what a heart is to a man. We save that shit with us until the right woman comes along to claim it. That’s when we then give it away, without a second thought or regret. Shayla took my heart, and I will never be able to get it back.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her voice is soft and laced in a sleepy rasp.
“You look beautiful when you sleep.”
She searches my eyes, seeing if I’m lying or hiding anything from her. Letting her gaze falter for a second she moves on, accepting my answer. She stretches before placing her head back on her spot above my heart.
“That’s not creepy at all.” She chuckles. Her naked body is pressed against mine and it feels like velvet, I’m drowning in her and I don’t want to be pulled from the water.
“You like it, don’t lie.”
“Yeah, I do. You caught me. Are you excited to see Pops tomorrow?” I love that she calls him Pop, just like I do.
“I am, and I know he and Kathy can’t wait to see you.” I wrap my hands around the nape of her neck in her hair and catch her scent.
“I’m a little nervous still. But not nearly as much as I was this morning. You promise he will be happy?” Shayla’s reservations are both unwarranted and adorable. She cares so much about people liking her, but doesn’t realize it’s almost impossible not to love her. Fearing him not liking her, or being anything but happy, is just humorous to me.
“Babe, I wouldn’t bring you here and expose you to him, as my girlfriend, if I felt he wouldn’t be happy about it. Besides, like I told you when we talked about it the other day, he was thrilled.” I roll her to her back and make sure her eyes are on me.
“My dad is my best friend. We’ve been through hell and back in my short amount of time here on earth. So the connection we built, it’s a force. I know when and what he is thinking almost always, because he’s all I’ve ever known or had, besides you, for love. He told me he was proud that we’re together. I didn’t need him to explain his reasoning why. I just believe him because he is the truest man I know.” The reserved smile on her face has now made its way to her eyes. She’s learning how to build trust in me, and looking at me as not only her lover but also as her protector. I wouldn’t let anyone come between us, and she knows that. But my father is the last one we need to worry about interfering. Her mom will be the biggest obstacle trying to knock us down, if we’re being honest.
“You’re right. He’s pretty awesome, huh?” Her warm palms cradle my face and I nod. Leaning in, I kiss her lips steadily, with confidence. We stay like this for a little while longer, until we can’t feel our lips. I fall asleep more excited for tomorrow and the time I will get with family, friends, and Shayla.
“SHIT HEAD! DID YOU miss me, dickless?”
Ah, the peace and quiet was nice while it lasted.
“Kingston Donovan, there are ladies present,” my dad says, slapping the back of Kingston’s head as they walk out of the airport’s sliding doors.
Dad is wasting his time; Kings will never change that mouth or attitude for anyone. Sometimes I wonder, and I do mean wonder for long periods of time, how he and Shayla are related. Shayla rarely has anything coming from her mouth, other than a touch of sass, that sounds as foolish as Kings does. She’s the saint of peace and love while Kingston’s the poster child of poor choices and terrible language.
“Oh, Pops, they’re used to it. And honestly, how can they resist this face?” He pouts his lip out and bats his eyelashes. He looks like a giant fucking idiot. A group of girls walk past and giggle, no shame. I look to Lana and she’s glaring at them, when they see her they scurry away with their tails between their legs. That a girl.
“You’re cut off. Let’s get this big dumb-ass to the hotel before the snow hits.” I move over to my dad and hug him before I grab his suitcase from his hand, making sure I also give Kathy a kiss on the cheek. Once I say my hellos, I grab her bag and make my way to the car.
“How was the flight?” I ask, packing all the luggage into the back of the SUV.
“It was great except for the part where we had to travel with this guy.” My dad nudges Kingston in the side. Kings laughs and pulls Lana in closer to him.
“He wouldn’t take no for an answer and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. I mean honestly, Kingston, give the poor girl a break.” I look over and see Lana blushing, biting her lip to keep from laughing. Kingston looks proud.
“Look at her, Pops, can you blame me?” He stands back and shows Lana off, like a game show host shows off the final prize.
“Yeah, she’s beautiful. Now don’t screw it up, you big knucklehead.” I love watching Kings and him go at each other. They’ve always been like this, bickering and trying to get the last word in. My Pops gives Kings a run for his damn money, that’s for sure.
“Where’s Shay?” Kingston and my dad ask in unison.
“Jinx. You owe me a beer.” Kings and my dad say at the same time. Kingston wins, finishing first. My dad stomps his foot and shakes his head. We all laugh and Kathy leans in to kiss him better.
“It’s kind of gross when they kiss,” Kings whispers jokingly. Obviously, we don’t think its gross, but Kingston can’t resist a good joke. I smile and push his shoulder.
“Ah, heck. I didn’t win this time. Anyway, where’s Shay?” Dad looks at me through the rearview mirror as I pull out of the parking garage and head back to Park City. The scenery is beautiful right now. The mountains in the distance are covered in snow; the clouds are dark, heavy with the promise of a fresh snowfall. This works in our favor since we plan on snowboarding tomorrow. Shay’s never been so I need lots of snow, that way I can show her how to snowboard, she’s been looking forward to it since we planned our trip.
“I wanted her to sleep in. She had a rough day yesterday.” I look in the rearview mirror again, and I’m met with the same blue eyes looking back at me, he has concern etched into his slightly wrinkled forehead, my dad aged well.
“What happened?” he questions, adjusting his arm around Kathy’s shoulder. A quick flashback of me pounding into her late last night before we fell asleep comes flooding into my memory; I don’t think I can tell him the truth, obviously. Kingston looks over at me, his angry eyes beating into the side of my face, he fucking knows, he’s not an idiot. I know he is fine with Shayla and me, he isn’t naïve to the idea that we are eventually going to have sex, but his look right now is angry as fuck, and I know he is going to give me hell. He wants to be a dick and out me in front of everyone, as payback for fucking his sister. Asshole.
“Yeah, dude. What happened? Pounding headache from disappointment?” I shoot him a death glare, warning him to stop while he is ahead.
“I can assure you the pounding headache isn’t from disappointment.” Fuck, he’s really on one today. It’s fucking early, and I’m sure they haven’t had breakfast yet. Stomaching the sex talk right now doesn’t fit into the itinerary. Not only that, but I’m so fucking selfish when it comes to Shay. I don’t want anyone to know about our sex life. Anyone.
“Ew, you two are so gross. I’m going to tell Shay what you’re up to, Kings,” Lana threatens from her seat in the back. She’s looking out the window, unaffected by the promise she just made, like it’s not big deal that she’s gonna tell Shay about her dipshit brother. God these two are meant for each other, literally she came from Kingston’s rib or whatever that saying is.
“No, Dad, she just had a hard day and didn’t get much sleep. So, Lana, I planned a spa day for you two today. I want her to relax.” I turn my head slightly to glance at her for a quick second before my eyes land back on the icy roads. My dad and Kathy want to sightsee, so I want the girls to go have a nice spa day, while me and this big fuckhead—Kingston—keep my parents busy.
“That’s nice of you, son. That a boy.” I smile in the rearview mirror again; my dad’s hand pats my shoulder and squeezes it, showing me a moment of praise.
“Thanks, Pop.”
Shayla
WAKING UP TO AN empty bed after the night we shared seriously blows. I remember hearing Trey leave for the airport this morning. Kissing me while saying sweet things to me, telling me I needed to stay in bed and get some sleep.
We made out for hours last night and it was completely new territory for me. Hopefully, it was for him, too.
The room is a little chilly; I think a hot shower is in order.
“Baby! I’m back!” I hear Trey’s voice echo over the sound of the running water, and my stomach instantly flips. I missed him.
“I’m in the shower!” I shout back, dipping my head under the spray of the showerhead to rinse the shampoo.
“I take that as an invitation.” My body jolts, jumping when he climbs in the shower with me.
Engulfing me in his arms, he brings my back to his front. “It’s warm in here, it was fucking cold outside.” He’s rocking us slowly, up and down, as he bounces on the balls of his feet, trying to get warm.
“I saw the snow. Does that mean we’re skipping out on snowboarding until tomorrow?”
“We’re gonna wait until tomorrow so we have new, fresh snow.” He releases me and grabs his body wash. I step back a little more, taking the next few seconds to appreciate the way he washes his body. He is pure man, defined with the perfect amount of muscles and veins. His lean six-pack leading to his impressive member.
“If you’re going to look at it like you’re starved, you better be ready for it to get hard.” He’s insatiable, growing hard in less than five seconds. I didn’t know men could get off that much in such a short period of time. Last night, between the two of us, we shared multiple orgasms. It was paradise. My euphoria. The way he manipulated my body to feel different things was out of this world. No wonder people get addicted to sex, because I sure as heck am already.
“I’m sorry, I was just admiring you.” He smiles, showing his dimples. I feel my legs tighten and core clench.
“You’re such a temptress.” He grabs me by my ass and lifts me, pushing me against the wall. The cool tile hits my back and I shiver, only to be impaled on his waiting cock, flooding me with heat. That was unexpected. My arm shoots out to steady myself on the wall. Sliding his hand over my soapy arm, he connects his hand with mine, holding me in place as he invades me completely, filling me to the hilt. Our foreheads are connected, not breaking contact, our hot breath exhaling with each moan against each other’s lips. He’s grunting and pushing into me with a feverish pace, I’m still sore, but not enough to hurt. This is his second time filling me, last night he ate me out for hours, making me come over and over again, insisting I was too sore for his cock.
“Fucking so good.” I bite his lip in reward, I love feeling like the deviant sex goddess who can bring him to his knees.
“Shayla, I need your words, tell me what you’re feeling, tell me about my cock in you.” My eyes roll back in my head with his demand; I arch my back and push my hips down, sucking him into me deeper. He shouts, throwing his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs with his praise.
“You’ve ruined me, I can’t ever have anything or anyone else but you. You’re so big, Trey, like fucking…uhhh…huge.” He smiles then bites my neck, he liked that so much that his thrusts become uneven, he’s close and so am I.
“More. Tell me more, Shayla. I want you to come, tell me what you want me to do.” The tremble in his voice, so low in my ear, makes me ride on him harder, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Pinch my clit like you do. I wanna come on your cock.”
“You dirty girl.”
“You make me want to be bad, I want you all the time, Trey,” I confess. I’m so turned on I can’t hide what I’m feeling.
“Be bad for me, baby. I’ll play with your clit, you like that?” He flicks the tight nub and my desire kicks into overdrive, racing for the finish line. He’s watching me with fierce intent; he enjoys making me come. Damn, he’s generous.
“Yeah, I like that, oh, yes. I’m coming.” Pounding into me, my back sliding up and down the tiled wall, water cascading around us, steam causing us to sweat, I come hard.
“Oh fuck, I’m there with you, beautiful.” Circling my hips, I suck him dry. His eyes closed and lips parted from his orgasm. Spasming one last time, he places me on my feet and towers over me, leaning us against the wall with me caged in.
“Now that’s what I call a dirty shower,” he whispers, letting the water wash us clean.
Yes, it was.
“HEY! YAY, GIRL TIME! No boys!” I laugh along with Lana’s excited outburst. I’ve missed spending time with my best friend. Between work, getting an investor, and me spending time in my new relationship with Trey, our girl time is few and far between.
“I know, because they have cooties.” We walk into the spa and I take in the serene surroundings. It smells like lavender and the room is white with a touch of soft pink accents, making it feel homey and comfortable. I really need to thank Trey for this one. Maybe that lingerie will make an appearance at some point during this trip. I smile inwardly at this thought.
“So, Trey mentioned you had a rough day yesterday. Everything okay?” We sign in and take a seat next to the round table that’s covered in a variety of fruits and vegetables.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just worn out.” She doesn’t say anything back, and I look over at her to see if she heard what I said.
She did. “Tired. From a car ride? Weird.” Her inquisitive stare tells me I’m not fooling her. I almost kiss the ground the receptionist walks on when she calls our names. This saved me from telling her for at least a few more minutes.
“All right, ladies, go ahead and change into your robes, and I’ll be back in a few minutes to take you to your aromatherapy massages. The robes are behind the door of the changing room, and there is water in the mini fridge.” We both nod at her, giving a quick thanks. The second she leaves the room, I make a run for the bathroom. Finding anything to avoid the conversation.
She chuckles as I shut and lock the door. “This isn’t over. You are going to tell me!”
Dream on, lady. Just because I’m no longer a virgin doesn’t mean I’m going to start kissing and telling. I’m still shy. But that won’t stop Lana. She’ll pester me until she gets it out of me. Opening the door, I’m met by Lana. She’s standing there with her hip popped out and her stance is demanding. Her arms are folded across her chest, emphasizing her point.
“Did you guys sleep together?” Obviously, why else would I be so nervous to talk to her?
“Maybe.” I start blushing and the room feels ten degrees warmer. All I want to do is rip this robe off me, even if it’s comfier than heck.
“Shay! I knew you would man up and take the jump! Welcome to the club! Oh my God. How was it? Did it hurt? I mean was he big? Small? Details, woman!”
My God, this woman has no filter. Literally none.
“My God, L! Do you have to be so graphic with your questions? What does that matter anyway? Doesn’t every girl hurt after the first couple of times?”
She snorts, and her eyes are wide like saucers.
“I knew our boy wouldn’t disappoint, and did I catch ‘first couple of times’ in there?” she says, quoting my previous statement. Unscrewing the cap from my water bottle I take a sip, watching her stare at me over the edge of the tilted bottle.
I swallow past the thick lump in my throat. Why am I so nervous? “Yeah, so. That’s normal, right?” I instantly feel insecurity hit me. Am I not normal? Should it feel less painful or not painful at all?
“When I was with Joel.” She pauses, and I see her shoulders tense. She looks around the room, as if he is going to pop out. “Sorry. When I was with Joel, I wasn’t experienced so I thought he was big. But it never hurt. So I told him it didn’t, and he just blamed me being loose whore. So, I always assumed I was the problem. But I was so far from the problem. When I slept with Kings the first time.” She stops, her cheeks flush as she rolls her eyes to the back of her head before bringing them back to mine. “He was so big and it hurt like hell. I still have to adjust to him whenever we sleep together. You would think after a few times I would be used to it, but nope.” I cringe when she says this, I love my brother, but I really could have gone my entire life without knowing that.
There is a soft rap on the door and we both answer, “Yes” in harmony. The receptionist opens the door and signals for us to follow her toward the massage room. I lie on the table and it’s silent for a minute after the receptionist leaves. So I voice my thoughts before the massage therapists can interrupt us.
“He’s pretty big. I mean he’s actually huge.” She chokes on a laugh; I join her in unison, laughing at my confession.
“I knew it! Well then, how do you feel? You can obviously walk so he didn’t break you too much.” I reach my hand out and slap her arm.
I wait a few seconds, trying to find the words to describe what it was like. Simple words won’t be able to do the experience justice. “He was so passionate and loving. I don’t know…he was…possessive.” My head is resting on my crossed arms so I can gauge her reactions. She’s lying similar to the way I am, so we can see each other perfectly.
