Always the One, page 5
part #1 of Always and Forever Series
“Can you hold me tonight, the whole night this time?” Her mention of last night has my lip lifting at the corner, my body fills with contentment, admiration, and a feeling I’m not familiar with, but whatever it is, I never want it to stop. I was worried my fat mouth ruined my chance to be with her tonight, but luckily it hasn’t. She avoids drama and trusts me.
“Yeah, beautiful. I’d love that.” She slowly walks us back to the bedroom then strips down to her bra and panties. Biting my lip, I stare at the fucking fox in front of me. Her underwear is a matching white lace set, and fuck me, she looks like an angel. I know I’m gawking at her beautiful round ass when her movement causes me to break the trance. Removing her earrings and placing them on the dresser in front of her, I see the light blush creep across her face. She likes to be watched and she knows I’m watching her.
Standing up I remove my jeans and shirt slowly, giving her a show. Yeah, I see you looking, dirty girl. Lying back in bed once I’m in my briefs, I pull the covers up and slide into place. Finally comfortable, I look back over to her and our eyes connect through the mirror above her dresser. She stares at me with her beautiful green eyes. That weird feeling takes up residence in my chest again, the one I can’t seem to describe. It’s like someone’s grabbing it and squeezing it in a vice, so tight it might explode.
The spot where she last laid her head on me when she fell asleep—where she’d always fall asleep when we were growing up—feels warm already. Shayla and I have always had this bond, an unexplainable bond, where I was always her protector. She’d fall asleep on my chest when we’d all hang out and watch movies, she’d fall asleep when we’d have campfires after a long day of hiking. That spot on my chest, just above my heart, was made for her and no one else.
When the women I would use for a quick fuck would try to cuddle, I would kick them out, not allowing them to touch that spot. This spot is reserved for her, this spot is her home and this moment is my personal heaven. My past with using women is a distant thought, even though it really wasn’t too long ago. I guess you choose when it’s time to grow up and be a man. Let go of adolescent habits and create mature goals. Shayla’s friendship will be and always has been one of my greatest accomplishments; hopefully our budding relationship will be, too. My first choice in a long list of changes for the good.
Settling in next to me, we talk. Talking usually holds a different feeling when you are intimately involved versus just friends. Not with us, we talk like old friends with new stories to share. I reluctantly let her go a few hours later so she can shower. Resisting the urge to climb in that shower with her and give her a slow, hard fuck is killing me. Damn me and my new ways.
Trey
WATCHING HER SAUNTER SHYLY from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush white towel with her lip wedged between her teeth, I can tell she is still being timid with me. She watches me observe her every move; like I’m going to tell her she’s anything less than perfect. Yeah right. In reality, she makes me feel like I’m daydreaming or intoxicated, with a primal need to claim her as mine, not only to myself, but also to the fucking world.
“Come here, baby,” I say on a whisper. Holding out my hand, I gesture for her to claim her spot back on the bed, and with my other hand, I lift the blanket so she can. Her soft hand glides slowly to mine, and I pull her the rest of the way. Naturally, she falls into place and makes it her home. Her head molds perfectly to my chest, her arm encircles my waist, and her soft, tanned leg intertwines with mine. We fit like a puzzle piece, and out of all the other pieces of the puzzle, we found each other first. We fit just right.
“Thank you, Trey.” Her voice is soft but loud in the stillness of the late night hours.
“For what?”
“For being a gentleman and stopping us from going too far.” Rubbing up and down her arm and leaving featherlike kisses on her forehead, I feel her body go rigid against mine. “I mean…I know…it’s just—”
“I know, Shay.” I know damn well she’s thankful. But I also want to end her obvious discomfort. She’s never been good at expressing herself in awkward situations. We’re going to change that. No, I’m going to change that. With me, we’re not awkward and we’re not something to be uncomfortable about.
I continue. “That’s why when you give me that part of you, when you give me you completely, it’ll be special. We’re special, okay?” Innocent and vulnerable is who she is, and all I want her to know is that this isn’t an ending game for me; I’m in it for the long haul. She concedes and goes back to resting her head on my chest.
Changing the subject, I speak up, “Do you remember that one time you came over really upset with me because I ruined your date with Jesse Hanson in tenth grade?”
She giggles and looks up at me. “Yeah, I do. I was so mad at you for ruining my first chance with a guy. Gosh, you were such a jerk back then!” She punches me lightly in the stomach, I lift my free arm and grab the spot she just hit, laughing at her attempt to stick it to me.
I remember that day proudly. Clear as day, the memory comes flooding back.
SITTING HERE IN THE food court with Kings, Lana, and Shay, we’re chatting about the party at pretty boy Derek’s house that’s coming up this weekend. We laugh and trash talk about the likes of people that will be there and bet on what weird shit will go down. One year, his parents came home drunk and tried spiking the punch for all the underage party guests. His family is…unique. I’m next to Shayla, like always, drawn to her like a magnet is to metal. Finishing up, we pack up our books and shit to head out to the courtyard.
As we’re about to walk out of the cafeteria, I see Jesse, Shayla’s crush, walking toward her. She stumbles in front of me when she sees him. Fuck, I hate this guy and I hate that he has that effect on her.
“Hey, Shay,” he says, stepping beside me to talk to her.
Only I call her Shay. Fuck you, buddy. I watch her closely, knowing full well I’m squinting and my mouth is slightly agape, as I look at the two of them. I mean, the nerve of this fucker. I know Shayla is blind to it, because she’s just that innocent, but everyone knows I like her, even this ballsy tool. Everyone who doesn’t have a death wish knows to back the fuck off, but this guy’s a real fucking brave one.
“You look beautiful today.”
I watch the blush creep up her cheeks as she puts a strand of hair behind her ear. Wait, is she flirting? Her reaction to him has my fists curling into tight balls, my knuckles white.
“Hey, oh thanks, Jesse, you’re sweet.” As if someone hit a slow motion button, I watch with great attention, highly annoyed when he leaves my side and walks up to her, then purposefully rubs her arm. Who does that? It looks awkward and it’s uncomfortable.
“I was wondering if you have a date to Derek’s party this Saturday? Because if you don’t, I think we—”
I’m done with this conversation. Go ask someone else, douche lord, she’s hanging with me this weekend. Puffing my chest, I go in for the kill, overly excited to let this schmuck’s feelings get rubbed in the dirt by my big boot. “Nope, she’s going with me, sorry, bro, piss somewhere else.” Nudging him with my shoulder, I push him out of her reach and wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closely to my side, ignoring her resistance.
He looks at me with his lips pursed and his fists clenching at his sides, like mine just were a moment ago. I can tell he wants to fight me, but his lanky build and short stature is nothing to my six foot two build and bulging muscles. Yeah, I just bragged a bit.
“Oh, I didn’t know you two were a thing.”
Shay pushes into my side, making us part, and she responds hastily. “We aren’t. I’ll see you guys later.”
I watch her storm out of the cafeteria like a bat out of hell and start to go after her, but before I get far, Kingston grabs my arm.
“Let her cool off, bro, you know how she gets. And for shit’s sake, if you want to be with her that bad, put us all out of our misery and do it.”
He’s right, she needs her space. For this first time I have to let her come to me. I need to start working on my groveling skills if she’s ever going to forgive me for whatever the fuck just came over me back there.
I’m not into relationships, I like Shayla—yes, but relationships are a joke. My dad loved my mother for far too long, giving way too much, and her ass bounced when she decided we weren’t good enough. My dad was devastated, all because he loved her. Relationships open up the possibility to fall in love. No thanks, but with Shayla, if I can’t have her, then whoever gets her has to be good enough. And Jesse isn’t that guy. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let her fall in love with someone. God, I’m a psycho.
Later that night, I’m watching the game when the doorbell sounds off. My dad’s out of town on business and Kings won’t be over until after his date with Hilary. Reluctantly, I get up and make my way to the door. Looking out the window, I see a pissed off, but still fucking adorable Shayla. I can tell she’s cold from the way she holds herself and the quivering of her lips. It must be twenty degrees outside. Utah winters are terrible. Hurriedly opening the door just enough to allow her tiny frame to slip under my arm, I let her in. Well, she barges in and almost immediately starts poking my chest with her tiny fingers.
“What the hell is your problem? Where do you get off thinking you can just ruin my date with Jesse?” she huffs, pacing back and forth in front of me. Before I can even open my mouth to speak, she starts up again.
“You know I like him, Trey. I have wanted to date him for forever!”
This makes me angry; actually, it makes me fucking furious. I know I have no claim to her, but everything about this woman screams mine, with or without her permission.
“He’s a fucking loser, Shay. Sorry, but you deserve better.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her sexy tits up more, and rolls her eyes in exasperation. I laugh at her failed attempt to look pissed. When she’s like this it only turns me on more. I love when she challenges my restraint.
“What are you talking about? That’s not your choice to make, Trey! God, you piss me off. I shouldn’t even be here, it doesn’t matter. You’re just a big, fat, ahh—”
Cutting her off, I throw her moody ass over my shoulder. There’s no way I’m going to let her leave this house mad at me. This firecracker needs a time-out, and I will be sure to give her one.
She starts fighting me in protest, pounding her fists against my back and flailing her legs, almost hitting me in the face. She’s wild tonight. I throw her onto my large couch; she looks appalled while she struggles to regain her surroundings and moves all her hair that’s now covering her face, back to its rightful state.
“You’re out of control, Trey. I’m not a rag doll, you can’t just throw me around like a caveman would.”
I rush to cover her body with mine and she falls back against the pillow when I do. She’s so wrong; I’m a fucking man, a man craving its mate. She’s lucky that’s all I did. My room is just up the stairs, and my bed could use some loose screws.
“Wrong, Shayla, you need to chill the fuck out for a second, because you don’t understand that I’m just trying to protect you. That guy’s a scumbag. I’m not sorry about believing you deserve better, and you shouldn’t be pissed at me for that. You can be angry with me, but don’t come into my house and call me unwarranted names and not expect me to put you back in check. Because one day, Shayla, you will realize some man will come along and ruin you for anyone. But mark my words, it won’t be that fucker.”
I instantly feel bad when her eyes start to water. Fuck, is she crying? I’m such a dick. I just wanted her to calm down and realize I’m right. Jesse is, rightfully so, a fucking douche.
“Sweetie, I didn’t mean to yell.”
She shakes her head and places her warm hand against my chest, just above my heart. “No, Trey, you’re right. You don’t deserve to be yelled at like this. I know you’re just trying to protect me, and Jesse doesn’t have the best reputation.”
I’m a little confused as to why she was mad in the first place then. I look at her with bewilderment, encouraging her to press on. “Why are you crying then?”
She looks like she’s about to tell me something important, but then something else passes over her face. What the fuck was that?
“I just started my period, and I’m emotional, and it’s just…I don’t know, it’s nothing. Thank you for caring about me.”
Now I’m even more confused, did she just thank me for ruining her date and throwing her around like a caveman? Also, let’s not forget when I yelled at her. Shayla’s a bull in a cage, you pick at her too much and she’ll ram right back. This woman’s a damn mystery. I refrain from asking her any more questions or pushing the matter, I’ve done enough tonight, I think.
“Can I hang out and watch the game with you? Kings is gone, and my mom and dad were fighting when I left.”
I would like that. Not missing what she said about her parents, I’m reminded how much I hate her mother. I swear she just uses her kids and Tom, even though they’re divorced, for a free ride. Class winner that woman is.
“Yes, you can. Flip over so you can rest while I watch the game.” I switch our positions on the couch so she’s lying on top of me with her head on my chest and her hair right below my chin. I take in her scent for a moment, and if I weren’t lying down, her scent would bring me to my fucking knees. After a few moments I hear her breathing slow down, her body feels limp against mine. I feel my heart tighten, I know in this moment that no one will ever be allowed the privilege to lay their head on my chest but her.
“I GUESS YOU WERE kind of right, buddy.” She laughs, pulling me from my daydream.
“Kind of? I think I was a hundred percent correct, because, if I remember correctly, he got busted for drugs and then sent to military school. Right?” I ask, heavy with the sarcasm. She likes it when I’m a smart-ass.
“Geez, you are such a glory hog. Yes, you were right, almighty Trey.” I feel her body shake with laughter and my chest puffs out in victory. I love being right, especially when it makes her laugh like that. With no care in the world.
“Can I be honest with you?” she questions, running her hand over the ridges of my abs.
“Yes, shoot.” I can feel her body tense under my hands that are roaming her back gently.
“That was the first time I ever wanted to be touched.”
My heart starts pumping faster, knowing she thought about us together, sexually. “You did? You wanted me that night?” Craning my neck to look down at her, I see her biting the tip of her thumb. She nods up at me.
“I wanted to touch you then too, and believe me, baby, I will. One day I’ll own you completely, and not just intimately, but I will own your heart, soul, mind, and body. You’ll be mine forever,” I say, placing my hand under her chin, gently pulling her thumb free. She gives me her lips, and I swear it’s like I’m eating candy. She’s so sweet, so innocent.
“Mmm, Trey, I want you to touch me.” Pulling her lips from me, she moans. Her lusty eyes hooded while she looks up at me.
“But, Shay, sex is—”
“No, not sex, I mean I want to have sex, but we still need to explore whatever this is before we go there. Still doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.” She blushes. Innocence looks so damn sexy on her.
“Are you sure?” I question. I don’t want to pressure her into anything if she’s not ready. Who am I kidding? Her body is screaming for me to lick, taste, and fuck it.
“I’m sure. Make me feel good. I want to know what it’s like,” she begs. Smirking, I lean in and bite her lip.
“You have no idea what things I can and will do to this tight little body,” I warn, letting her see the heat in my eyes. Her breath catches and I say no more.
Kissing her for a few short seconds on the mouth, I move from there to her neck, slowly venturing down to her tits. I look up at her curious gaze that is heavily filled with desire, I lift my hand to her left breast and pull the lace of her bra down, her sexy rose nipple breaking free. Holy fuck me, she has luscious tits, so full and fucking huge. Solid C cup and perfect for my hand.
I squeeze gently, letting her nipple bud stick out farther so my lips can have their wicked way. Watching her, only breaking contact to blink, I lick the tip of my tongue in hard circles around her erect nipple. Like the thing was hot-wired to her gearshift that controls her body, she arches her back off the bed, causing me to lose the connection for a short second. Gaining control back, I move to the other tit and repeat the motion.
“Trey. Oh God. That feels amazing,” she cries out.
“You ain’t felt nothing yet, baby.”
Tracing my fingertips lightly over her slim stomach, I circle her bellybutton with featherlike touches, causing her to growl in frustration.
“What kind of sexy fucking sweetness does my girl have hiding under these little panties?” I tease, moving my finger down the outside of her panties, over the line of her lips. I feel the wet heat radiating from her, and I growl like a fucking beast. Hell yeah.
“Before I make you feel good, baby, I need you to say something for me.” She just nods her head in rapid motions, biting her lip.
“Mhhmm. Anything, Trey.”
Smirking, I move the white material of her panties aside, exposing her fucking heaven to me. Damn that is the nicest pussy I’ve ever seen. Pink, wet, and all fucking tight for my pleasure.
“Tell me this pussy is mine and you want me to take it like I own it.” Shayla is a good girl, getting her to say something like this may be a battle, but I watch her patiently, my finger sliding up and down her folds while she debates her next move.
“Give it to your fucking man, tell him he owns this pussy,” I demand. Giving one last effort to get her to be a dirty girl for me, I pull out the big guns. Spreading her lips, I begin lightly drawing circles around her slick entrance, teasing her.
