Promise Me Always (38 page)

I wanted nothing more than to grab Cam by the balls and tell him how stupid he was acting, but I resisted. As I glared back in his direction, I noticed Amber watching Cara out of the corner of her eye. She had a vindictive smirk plastered all over her smug face and I knew, without a doubt, she was nothing but trouble.

The night had surprisingly been going well. Cam and Cara had been keeping their distance from each other and I noticed Matt and Lexi had been chatting away almost the whole evening. My world was slowly getting back in alignment.

“F**kin’ Perfect” by Pink was blaring from the speakers and, finally feeling relaxed, I searched the crowd for Blake. Between setting up for the party and all of the drama, I had only said a few words to him since arriving. I missed his touch and wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms the rest of the night. As I scanned the unfamiliar faces, I couldn’t help but listen to the music. Everything about this song was the way I felt about Blake.

We had talked a lot about his insecurities since the morning he told me about his father and he was slowly starting to see just how important and deserving he was. I knew it was going to take time to reverse the damage his father had caused, but I was never going to give up on him. He was mine and I loved him—demons and all.

I finally spotted him talking to Palmer and Cole. As I made my way towards him, I quickly stopped and requested a song. I had been waiting all week to play this for him and tonight seemed like the perfect time. After receiving confirmation from Brent that my song would be played next, I slithered my way through the crowd to get Blake. I said a quick hello to Palmer and Cole, hugging them both, before I pulled him onto the dance floor.

“It’s about time! I feel like I haven’t seen you at all tonight, baby girl,” he said as he pulled me close and kissed my head.

We reached the center of the make shift dance floor and, just like magic, “Unconditionally” by Katy Perry starting flowing through the speakers. I threw my arms around Blake’s neck as we swayed back and forth to the music. As soon as the lyrics started, I softly sang the words to him, mimicking exactly what he had done to me that night at the ball. I meant every word I was singing and, even though we were surrounded by tons of people, in that moment, it was just the two of us.

With every verse, he pulled me closer to him and held me tighter. When the song started to fade, he leaned down and captured my lips with his. I parted my mouth, allowing him to enter further. Slowly, his tongue entered my mouth, caressing it gently and sweetly. He grabbed the back of my neck and frantically pulled me closer to him, like he didn’t want anything separating us. I moaned quietly into his mouth as I clung to him, desperate to be as close to him as I could. I heard a deep growl radiate from Blake’s chest and the kiss turned from tender and passionate to commanding and lustful.

His hands roughly slid from my neck and down my sides as he pulled and tugged on my shirt. I could tell he was fighting the urge to rip the fabric from my body. He curled his strong, tattooed arm around my waist, while his other hand came to rest on my ass. I whimpered as his fingers dug into my flesh as he clutched his hand tightly around it.

When we finally parted, I was breathing heavy and my knees were shaking from the powerful kiss. My panties were thoroughly soaked and I longed for the feel of him deep inside me. I slipped my hands under his shirt and ran my finger over the delicious curves of his chest. He shivered when I swiped my thumbs over his nipples. His face fell into the crevice of my neck and he lightly bit down on my flesh, sending a pulse of desire through my core.

“I want you, now!” he growled in my ear. “Follow me.”

Unable to speak, I nodded in response, letting him know that I needed him just as badly as he needed me. I felt a rush of excitement as he led me into the garage and through the side door that led to the back yard. The thought of making love to Blake under the summer stars, while all those people were just a few steps away, was so incredibly arousing.

When we turned the corner and the lawn came into view, I was blown away by the astonishing display that was spread out before me. My hands flew to my mouth and tears pricked my eyes as I took in the sight of a dozen paper lanterns hanging from the giant tree in the middle of the yard. They were glowing beautifully, creating the perfect romantic ambiance.

On the ground, there was a large blanket spread out and it was accompanied by at least twenty large, plush pillows. Surrounding the blanket, were three bouquets of gerbera daisies—red, pink and yellow, all intermixed. I smiled inside when I saw a small table next to the blanket with a bottle of my favorite tequila, two shot glasses, lime wedges and a salt shaker.

“Holy crap, Blake! This is amazing!” I exclaimed. I had never seen anything so romantic in all my life.

Blake came up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. “Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look tonight, Tess? I’ve wanted to bury myself deep inside you since the moment I saw you in these,” he pulled on the hem of my denim shorts.

The stubble on his jaw tickled as he whispered into my ear. I tilted my head, exposing my neck, and he took full advantage—nibbling and licking his way down to my collar bone. I pressed myself into him and instantly felt how hard he was for me.

Lifting my arms up, I fisted my hands in his hair, pulling him deeper into me. His aggressive hands moved up my hips slowly as they made their way to the button on my shorts. I mentally high fived myself for leaving my panties at home this evening—I knew they would have just gotten in the way. After undoing my shorts, he gradually folded each side over, allowing the cool night air to hit my warm, exposed skin. It sent chills through my core and, before I could recover, he pushed his hand inside.

He sucked in a quick breath and a low, rumbling moan vibrated deep in his chest when he noticed I was going commando. “Fuck, baby girl! If I had known you were like this, I would have brought you back here hours ago.”

I giggled for just a second – until the sensation of Blake rubbing my sex took over my body. I thrust my hips forward, meeting his hand, as he slid two fingers inside of me.

“So wet,” he groaned. “Always so wet for me.”

“Oh god, Blake. I need you. Please!” I choked out, my body quivering with a desire I had never felt before. I knew he had set up this incredibly romantic evening, but all I needed right now was for him to take me aggressively.

I pulled his hand from my shorts and turned around so I was facing him. He looked at me like I had gone crazy. I pushed up on my toes and kissed him hard. Pulling him backwards, I walk us over to the blanket, never breaking the kiss.

Once we reached it, I pulled away from him. I eyed him seductively as I slipped my thumbs into the waist band of my shorts.

“I love you, Blake, and this whole set up is absolutely stunning. It is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me and I cannot wait for you to make sweet, passionate love to me right here. But first…” I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them. “I want you to fuck me—hard. And don’t you dare hold back.” I bit my lip as I watched his gaze travel up my body.

He stared at me, his eyes carnal and ravenous like he wanted to do exactly what I had asked him to do, but he was hesitating. Blake had always made it a point to take his time with me—always making me feel loved. I could see the internal battle going on in his head—his lustful desire to take me as I asked verses his emotional desire to cherish me with all he had.

I stepped towards him and laced my fingers through his, bringing them up to my mouth, I kissed them sweetly. “I want you to do this. I promised you that I would tell you if I was ever uncomfortable with anything and I will—I’ll never break that promise. This is just something I want. Please,” I begged him softly.

His pupils turned from brown to nearly black as he reached around me and dug his fingers into my fleshy backside, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he crashed his mouth down on mine. He ravished my mouth as he sunk down to his knees, me still cradled in his arms.

He carefully laid me down on the blanket before he stood back up, discarding his shirt on the grass. His hands made their way to his pants and I watched in anticipation—knowing exactly what I was about to feast my eyes on.

I pouted when he suddenly stopped. He looked at me with pure supremacy, his posture straightening as his hands fell to his sides.

“Take them off me,” he demanded in a rough voice that made me extremely aroused.

I quickly crawled over to him and undid his shorts. Grabbing the waist, I pushed them and his briefs down around his ankles and his rock hard erection was freed. I licked my lips at the sight of him, wanting badly to run my tongue over his length.

“I bet you’d like me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, huh, baby girl?” he asked and I nodded ‘yes’ in response. “Say it,” he insisted.

“Yes,” I responded, shaking in anticipation.

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed himself inside my mouth. The warm taste of salt was immediate, as I swirled my tongue around his tip. I was dripping wet already, but hearing him moan my name as he took a fist full of my hair and pushed forcefully into my mouth, over and over, almost made me come undone. I could feel him building and, just as he was about to find his release, he stopped, causing me to sigh in disappointment. I wanted to taste him.

“There will be plenty of time for that later,” he said as he knelt down in front of me. “Lift your arms up.” I did as I was told and he pulled my shirt up and over my head. Sticking his hand inside the cup of my bra, he released one of my breasts and then took it into his mouth. I arched my back into him and he took my nipple between his teeth, pulling hard. I cried out in sweet pleasure. He soothed the sting by swirling his tongue around the bud. He repeated the same thing on my other breast and I didn’t think I was going to last much longer—and he hadn’t even entered me yet.

We were still kneeling before each other when he ordered me to turn around and get on all fours. I did as he said and, as I presented myself to him, I looked over my shoulder provocatively.

“You look perfect like this, baby girl. But, with your ass offered to me like this, I have a strong urge to spank it,” he said with a smirk, placing his hands on my bottom rubbing slow circles on it. I had never been spanked before but, for some reason, the idea sent a wave of heat through me.

“Spank me,” I begged. I felt his hand leave my behind and then he struck me. I called out his name, as the sting of his hand radiated across my flesh. It hurt, but the pain was incredibly erotic, especially when he started to sooth the pain with a caressing touch.

“Did you like that, you naughty girl?” He knew just how turned on I was when he reached between my legs and felt the moisture dripping from me. “Shit, you’re so wet.”

His hand left my behind again and I braced myself for another round, but I never could have prepared myself for the sensation I was about to feel. Right after his hand smacked my behind, he slammed into me from the rear. I tried to cry out in pleasure but, when I opened my mouth, no sound came out. I closed my eyes as he pulled out and repeated the movements. It felt exhilarating and I knew if he did it again, I was going to find my release. But it never came.

He took hold of my hip with one hand and tangled his other hand in my hair for leverage. “You told me to fuck you hard, baby girl, so I’m going to.”

Tugging on my hair, he pulled my head back so I was barely able to reach the ground with my hands. Then he pulled out and thrust back into me so hard and deep, I swear I felt him in my stomach.

“Oh fuck, Blake! Yes. Faster, please!” I screamed as he slammed into me harder and harder with each drive. I built towards my climax quickly, as I knew I would, and I could tell Blake was just as close.

“I’m going to come, Blake,” I moaned out and, with one more powerful thrust, I heard him call out my name as we both came together. His arms wrapped around my waist and his face pressed against my back as he came undone.

As our breathing calmed, he trailed soft kisses down my back and then positioned us so we were lying down. I cuddled into his chest and he covered us with a light blanket. I heard a loud pop and, when I looked up, red and blue fireworks filled the sky. We were so close, it seemed as though they were falling on top of us, and I couldn’t help but think how perfect the night had turned out to be.