Love Fast

We pull up in front of the cabins and I can’t shut up about the RVs. It’s like someone’s turned a tap on inside me and words are just pouring out. To think that I almost thought it was too cold to go back and see the stars from Valley Park. “I didn’t expect them to have actual tile on the floors. Did you see Worth’s? What’s an infrared sauna, anyway?”

Byron chuckles. “I’m gonna risk a guess and say you were impressed with the RVs.”

“I thought they were kidding when Donna said they were ‘million-dollar’ RVs. I’ve lived in a trailer most of my life and hated every second of it. But I’d have loved a place like that.”

“Did you live with Frank?” he asks. “What was his place like?”

I shrug. “I had a drawer at his place and some stuff in the closet. I was due to move in after the wedding. But it never felt like mine… or even like it could be mine someday.”

“Did you think about leaving him before the wedding day?”

I pull in a breath. “Yes. Obviously I knew I didn’t love him. But he wasn’t a bad man. I knew my family would always be comfortable if I went through with it, and that was… enough. We’d never had money. Even when I started working, almost all my money went to Mom for rent. So the idea of not having to struggle was… great.” I pick at the skin on my fingers.

His expression is full of sympathy, and I exhale, relieved that I don’t hear any judgement in his voice.

I turn in my seat so I’m facing him. “Your friends are super fun. You must miss them, being so far from New York.”

“I do. I miss my life there, but the Colorado Club is important.” His brow furrows, and he looks so serious that I get the urge to tickle him.

“Wanna give me a piggyback ride to the cabin?” I ask.

“A piggyback ride?” he asks, like he thinks I might have lost my mind.

I shrug. “I haven’t had a piggyback ride for a very long time. I want to remember what it feels like.”

He slides out of his side of the truck and opens the door to my side. I grin at him, wondering if he’s going to follow through.

He turns and bends, encouraging me onto his back. I squeal as I climb on, and he grips my legs tight before he stands. I tighten my grip around his neck and he strides over to my cabin. His neck is warm and solid. I slide my fingers into the neck of the t-shirt under his plaid button-down. He groans at the contact.

He turns his back to the stairs and I hop off. Then he faces me. “How was it?”

“The best I ever had,” I reply. How could it not be? Byron is hot as holy hell, but he’s also kind and funny. He has the kind of friends who are only friends with good people.

He grips either side of the porch railings and grins up at me.

“It’s cold,” I say. “We should go inside.” I grab him by the shirt and pull him up the stairs.

I want him. It’s as simple as that.

He climbs up the stairs, and I keep pulling until my ass hits the door. He keeps walking until our bodies are pressed together. He cups my face and dips down for a kiss.

I moan as his lips press against mine. It’s different from the half kiss he gave me at the bar. Not that that kiss wasn’t good. It was better than good. And it was surprising because it was as if he was claiming me in front of all of his friends—letting them know I’m off-limits.

It was cute and territorial and made me melt.

But this kind of private, desperate kiss is my favorite of Byron’s kisses.

I sweep my hands up the sides of his chest. He’s all hard muscle under the soft plaid.

“What a day,” I say dreamily, when he releases me from his kiss.

“It’s not over yet.” He rounds his hands over my ass. “Let’s go inside.”

I fumble with the keys and let us in.

“You moved things around. I didn’t notice earlier.”

“Oh yeah, the mattress is on the floor. I’m going to sleep in here tonight to give the bedroom ceiling a chance to dry out.”

He doesn’t answer. When I look around, his eyes are full of heat. “You won’t do much sleeping tonight.” He tugs me to him with his fingers tucked into the waist of my jeans. He presses kisses down my neck, and instantly it feels like last night never ended.

We shrug off our coats and I pull at his shirt, my hands trembling with need for him. Why the hell did we waste time going to the bar tonight? We could have been here doing this. All night.

I don’t know how I’ve managed to retain my self-control all evening. Right at this moment, I’d be happy to drop to my knees and take his dick in my mouth even if all his friends were watching. I just want to feel him. I want him to feel me.

As if he can hear what I’m thinking, he pulls open my jeans and shoves his hand down my pants. His fingers find my folds. I know I’m wet.

“I fucking knew this is how I’d find you. Tell me it’s for me, Rosey. Not Fisher or Jack. Tell me that all this delicious wetness is for me.”

“Of course,” I choke out. “I’m crazy for you.”

He works his fingers hard and fast. I grab at his arm, trying to get him to slow down. I’m so wound up, I know if he keeps going like this, I’m going to be orgasming in a matter of seconds.

“If you want me to stop, tell me to stop and I will.”

I shake my head. He can’t stop. I think I’ll die if he stops touching me. “I’m going to come,” I say, my voice tight and high.

“I know,” he says. “I want you to come. And then I’m going to fuck you on the couch and against the door and in the shower. Come for me, so we can get to all that.”

I whimper. I want that so much. I want to give myself to him. Surrender.

He flips us around, pressing me against the door, and drives his fingers into me. It’s hard and rough, and all I think about is his hand shoved in my jeans, his lips on my neck, his growl in my ear, saying all the things he wants to do to me.

His fingers press against my flesh, and the scrape of his stubble against my skin sends every sense into hyperdrive. Sensation shoots from me and I convulse around his hand.

“That’s right, Rosey. Come for me.”noveldrama

Stars explode in my vision. I feel like I’m floating and melting and disappearing.

I cling to Byron’s shoulders as my orgasm ebbs away.

I’m panting, my body weak. Byron slides his thigh between my legs to keep me from falling. I’m unable to catch my breath. I’m lifeless.

“It’s like I’m addicted to your sounds when you come. I can’t get enough.”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment. I have no control over the sounds I’m making when I’m with Byron. I have no control around him, period. But it’s not just when we’re having sex. I simply can’t resist him. I don’t want to take my power back from my mother and Frank and give it to someone else—especially not a man as powerful as Byron. But I can’t seem to say no. I don’t want to.

The more time I spend with Byron, the more I wonder if he even wants my power. A voice inside says the answer is no. Maybe it’s because this—whatever this is between us—has a natural end date. I’ll move into staff housing next week, and things will naturally fade out. They’re bound to.

Byron scoops me up and I hook my hands around his neck. “You don’t want my power,” I whisper against his chest.

“I want your body,” he growls.

He lays me on the bed and steps back, like he’s considering his options. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

“I want all of them,” I say.

He strips off my jeans and top. When I’m completely naked, he pulls his clothes off, not taking his eyes from mine as he does. When he takes off his boxers, my gaze drops to what’s between his thighs.

I’ve always thought penises were weird. They serve a purpose and all, but really, I always found them a little off-putting. But Byron’s penis is gorgeous. Flat against his stomach, it’s rigid steel covered in smooth velvet. I lick my lips at the thought of my hands around it, my tongue over it, pressing it between my thighs.

“I love your dick.” It slips out before I can think what I’m saying. I cover my face with my arm.

“It loves you back,” he says on a chuckle. “Come here,” he says, nudging my thighs open and standing between them.

I push myself up so I’m sitting in front of him, his dick level with my face. I glance up at him, and he’s grinning. He lifts my chin and shakes his head like he’s seen something he can’t quite believe.

I start at the base of his cock. My tongue flat, I lick in one long, slow movement up, teasing out a groan from that dirty mouth.

It’s beautiful. I glance up at him, and his eyes are dark—fierce, like he’s on the brink of war. I take him in my fist, starting at the top and pushing down in another slow movement.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he growls.

I think it’s me who has all the power now, and I like it. I bite back a grin and get to work. I lick, suck, pull, and push, and he cries and moans, fueling the sense of power washing through me. Sucking him makes him feel good. I know that for sure. But it makes me feel good too. It makes me feel sexy and powerful that a man like Byron can be so weak for me.

I take him so deep, I reach around to his ass to keep him in place so I can take him to the back of my throat. He cries out my name like a chant. It’s such a thrill to be able to drive him mad like this. My nipples are so hard, they hurt. The wetness between my legs is borderline embarrassing.

I’m losing focus. This is meant to be all about him, but I’m so turned on, I might be able to come like this. His dick in my mouth. I moan at the thought, and Byron curses and steps away.

“Fuck, Rosey. You might just be about to kill me.”

I glance up at him, confused. He bends, presses a kiss to my forehead and pulls us both back onto the mattress. We lie side by side on our backs.

“I need a couple of minutes,” he says. “I want us to come together.”

I prop myself up on my elbow, watching him, wondering if I just heard him right. I want that too, but I also want him to come in my mouth. I want everything from him.

I take his hand and guide his fingers between my thighs.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. “You’re not making this easy for me, are you?”

I shake my head. “I thought I was going to come when I was sucking you.”

He groans again, flips me to my back, and rolls over me. “I want to feel this.” He pushes his cock through my folds. I’m so ready, there’s no resistance.

He pauses, the tendons in his neck tight, his jaw set. “You’re fucking everything.”

I set my palm on his chest. He exhales and our gazes lock. We hold each other’s stare like we don’t want to move in case something spoils this connection. We’ve tried to fight it. We’ve tried to resist. But whatever there is between us keeps pulling us back.

Eventually, he grabs a condom, rolls it on, and plows into me, pushing me up the bed with the force of it.

My orgasm is awoken immediately. The way he stretches me, fills me up. The way he looks at me. It’s all overwhelming. I feel the best kind of weak with him. I have a deep urge to give myself to him. To give him everything. Not because I’m forced to, not because it’s the right thing to do, but because it’s what I want.

“Byron,” I whisper, his lips on my neck as he drives into me. I lift my legs, skirting either side of his torso. He fits deeper like this.

I’ve never felt so free. So entirely myself. I’ve spent my life doing everything everyone expects of me, but here in Star Falls, Byron on top of me, for the first time in twenty-eight years it’s about nobody but me. And Byron.

I’ve been engaged before. I’ve stood in front of a mirror on the morning of my wedding, and I’ve never felt more committed to a man than I do right now with Byron.

“Rosey.” My name on his lips is what breaks my final thread of control.

My orgasm curls around every muscle and sinew, rearranging my brain chemistry, changing my DNA. Byron’s rewritten my history and is changing my future, and he doesn’t even know it.

We lie there, our bodies pressed against each other, for what seems like hours. His heat, the weight of him, the way he intermittently says my name, like he can’t believe I’m real—if I stay like this until the end of time, it won’t be long enough.

I trace patterns on his back, memorizing every line, dip, and curve on him. He’s beautiful. And for the moment, he’s mine. I can’t let myself think about the future. Not even next week, when staff housing will be ready. I don’t ever want to think about a time when I won’t be able to feel him like this. When he won’t be mine to touch. To taste. To enjoy.

“Rosey,” he says again.

I push my fingers into his hair and sigh.

“I think I’m addicted to you.”

I know exactly what he means. Life changed forever when Byron walked into my world, and I can’t imagine him walking out. I block out the fact that his three best friends arrived today from New York. He clearly has a life there—a life he’ll go back to when the Club is up and running, and I’m still here.