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I watched him, and he watched me. And as my orga
sm began to spiral inside, as it took hold of my body and pulled tight, he placed his hands on the glass door and leaned in closer.
He couldn’t look away.
We were together. But not. And I’d never been so aroused in my entire life. Knowing he was just there, a whisper away, watching me like he was going to die.
I came so hard, I had to shove my knuckles against my mouth to keep the scream there.
And still he watched.
I couldn’t catch my breath, and my legs were suddenly like jelly, but that was okay, because Boyd stepped inside the glass. He reached his arms around me and pulled me close. He growled, “I’ve got you.”
And then he took me to my bed.
22
Boyd
I’ve had a lot of women. That’s something I can’t lie about. I’m not being boastful either, it’s just a simple fact. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen to one of my mom’s friends. A former model like my mother, she was experienced, hot, and aggressive. At the time, I didn’t care that Abigail Salisbury was in her mid-thirties or that her husband was my soccer coach. I also didn’t care that he was my soccer coach, because his son, Aidan, played defense with me. And I really didn’t give a crap that she’d been with a lot of guys I knew. Hell, if anything, it made me take notice. It pumped me up. She’d chosen me and was a prize dangling on the end of a line.
She was what we called a dipper. A married woman who liked to fuck young guys. She didn’t care about age as long as puberty had hit. She’d send nude pictures and videos to anyone who messaged her for them. I met her one night after she’d gone down on Mike Shelby’s older brother in the parking lot of a local bistro. She’d stumbled out from behind Mike’s dad’s Range Rover and looked my way. She wiped at the corner of her mouth and smiled. I knew I was next.
What’s a horny fourteen-year-old gonna say, no?
After I got a taste for screwing, it was pretty much open season. It was like my dick had a life of its own. I was the guy you didn’t want your daughter to date, because I didn’t date. I was having too much fun, and if the girls I banged took things the wrong way, it was their deal, not mine. I had the body of young man, but my mind was still back there with fourteen-year-old me. I didn’t do relationships. Hell, I didn’t know the meaning of the word, and it wasn’t as if I had the right role models either. There’s a reason both my parents have been married and divorced more times than I can count. Seriously. I have no idea what woman my dad sleeps with these days.
So, I did what any guy my age with the ability to attract hordes of females does. I fucked, and I didn’t feel guilty about it either. I gave as much pleasure as I got (thanks to several sessions with Abigail Salisbury). I was willing to go anytime, any day, any place. When I was seventeen, Britney was the hottest girl in school. The only way I could get into her pants was to agree to the dating thing. By that point, I was okay with it. I’d date her until I didn’t want to anymore. And things were good until I met Echo.
And after Echo, nothing went right.
And now? Now I couldn’t think beyond the fact that I wanted her so badly, my body was shaking. I’d come to her because I wanted to talk. I thought I was being that guy. The one who listened. So I walked into her room and heard the shower. I should have turned my ass around and headed the other way, but, like a zombie, I moved toward the sound of running water. No thought was given as to what the hell I wanted to accomplish. I heard noise, and I followed.
And she was there. All that gorgeous skin, naked and wet. When I saw where her hands were, when I realized what the hell she was doing, it was like something switched inside me. I went from OFF to way the hell ON in less time than it took to blink. There was no going back. I wanted her. And she wanted me. When she looked at me and spread those legs and propped herself up so I could see the sweetness her fingers played with, I nearly lost my fucking mind.
I’d never seen anything hotter in my entire life. And I doubted I ever would.
Every emotion played across her face. Pleasure. Excitement. Desire. Hunger. I saw when she was about to come. When that heat twisted and pulled deep inside. When it erupted, trying to find a way out. When she put her fist against her mouth to tame it.
I nearly came in my boxers.
And caught her just in time. I buried my face in the tangle of wet hair and barely made it back to her bed before collapsing. She lay down and looked up at me through half-open eyes. I stood at the end of the bed and took a moment to get my shit together. I knew we were on the edge of something, and I needed to get it right. Because this something could be the most important something of my life.
“I want you,” I said hoarsely. “More than I’ve ever wanted another woman in my life. I can taste you right now. Smell you right now. I can fucking feel you like I’m already inside you. But I’ll step back. I’ll leave. All you have to do is say the word.” I bent over her. Stared down into that sweet face and dropped a kiss to her forehead. I leaned closer so my mouth was beside her ear. “You need to know something first. This isn’t casual for me. This is different. This is as real as it gets, Echo. I want all of you.” I pressed my mouth against her temple. “I want what’s in here.” Then I slid to her chest and over to the skin that covered her heart and kissed her there. “And I want what’s in here.” I cupped her face and looked her in the eye. “I want. Every. Single. Fucking. Inch.”
She made a noise, like a moan or something, and it was damn near my undoing.
“Then do something about it,” she whispered.
Echo didn’t have to say it twice.
I claimed her mouth, and she opened beneath me, hot and wet and tasting so damn good, I could have kissed her all night long. I spent some time there, and then, when she began gyrating beneath me, I moved lower. To her throat. To that spot beneath her ear that made her swear when I kissed it, and then I ran my tongue up to her lobe.
When I got to her breasts, her hands were in my hair, and I took each nipple into my mouth, circling with my tongue, massaging with my fingers, and suckling until she thrashed beneath me.
I continued my journey, remembering every pleasure point she had. Her body was a map that had been burned into my brain. I spread her legs and bent low so I could inhale her scent.
“I’ve missed this,” I growled, looking up at her. Her eyes were closed. Her hands were at her breasts, and she lifted her hips.
