early morning breeze, and I brush a kiss against the top of her blond head. “Love you, baby.”
She lifts her face until our gazes can lock. “Love you, too. Did I thank you for planning this amazing vacay?”
My lips hitch. “I thought that’s what you did last night in the shower. You mean there’s more?”
Even as Alyssa rolls her eyes, a twinkling light fills them. That girl can pretend all she wants that she’s exasperated with me, but she enjoys our sex life just as much as I do.
“You, my friend, have a one-track mind.”
When it comes to Alyssa, you’re damn straight, I do.
Always have, always will. That will never change.
We’ve been going strong for three years. I’m in my final year of business school, and Alyssa is working at a local studio. She also choreographs routines for the Wesley Wildcats dance team. We have an apartment in town that is close to campus but far enough away for us not to feel like we’re still living the college lifestyle. If everything goes according to plan, I’ll propose once I have my MBA in hand, and we’ll return home so I can work with my father. I was supposed to move back after graduation but instead delved straight into business school. It was the right decision for both of us.
“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” I growl.
Before she can respond, my mouth crashes onto hers. As soon as my lips make contact, she opens. Alyssa is as needy for me as I am for her. She tilts her chin, angling her head in order to give me better access.
There are days when I feel like I could devour her in one tasty gulp. As if I’ll never get enough of this sweet girl. Sometimes I can’t believe she almost slipped through my fingers. Had that happened, I would have missed out on the amazing life we’re creating together.
Her arms tangle around my neck, dragging me closer. With a groan, I reposition her on my lap so that my cock is pressed against her core.
Fuck me, that feels good. But then again, it always feels amazing.
The need to be deep inside her pounds through me, and I thrust my hips until I’m surrounded by her tight sheath. For just a heartbeat, I pause, enjoying the heat of the sun as it strokes over our bare flesh. Is there anything better than this?
Nothing I can think of.
“One of the neighbors could peek outside and see us.” Her voice turns breathy. I can’t tell if the idea bothers her or turns her on.
My guess is the latter.
“Let them look,” I growl. Buried inside her like I am, there is no way I’m going to stop. This is happening. If I have my way, they’ll hear her way before they ever catch sight of us.
I thrust my hips, pulling almost all the way out before surging forward again. By the third time, her head is falling back to expose the delicate column of her neck as her eyelids feather shut. A guttural moan escapes from her lips.
Stupid as it sounds, my breath hitches as I watch her. I couldn’t rip my gaze away from the gorgeous picture she makes riding my cock. Her cheeks have pinkened, and the long line of her back is arched, thrusting her breasts forward.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
And mine.
Five years ago, that thought would have sent a torrent of panic flooding through me. I would have pushed her away, needing to dismiss my feelings for her.
But times have changed.
And I’ve changed with them.
After all, this is Colton 2.0 we’re talking about here.
I’m a new man.
A better man.
For her.
~The End~
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“Get your butt over here,” my best friend squeals from the window where she’s taken up sentinel, “you need to see this!”
That’s a negative, Ghost Rider. I’ll take a hard pass. I have zero interest in spying on a yard full of drunken classmates who are partying it up at my neighbor’s house. Reluctantly, I glance up from the toes I’m painting with a pale pink polish. Coney Island Cotton Candy, to be precise.
When our gazes lock, Alyssa waves me over. She’s practically vibrating with excitement. Kind of like a schnauzer.
“Everyone is over there!”
“Not true,” I mutter, lacquering my baby toe with an impressively steady hand. “We’re right