PRESTON (5 page)

“By not going after her? Choosing to sit here and drink instead of trying to show her that you care about her. You might only have a couple weeks left, but you damn well better make them worth it.”

My jaw almost dropped. He was right. Jacob always was the smart one when it came to this kind of stuff.

I only had a couple week left—a month at the most. I should be out there living to the fullest, showing her how much I did care about her and doing everything I could to make our time together better.

After all, what was there to lose?

I dragged myself out of bed after the second time they knocked. Why wouldn’t they just leave me alone? I let out a huff of frustration.

There I was all nice and relaxed while I was asleep but no, someone had to wake me up. They had to bring me back to reality.
Great.
It seemed like whoever was knocking had decided to go away, but I was already up now. My fingers curled the around the handle, and I pulled the door open.

He looked up at me from where he’d sunk onto the floor. “Hi.” He jumped to his feet.

“Hi.” I stared at him, forcing my voice to sound cold.

“I um, I …” His hands slipped into his pocket as he looked down at the ground. “I was wondering if I could come in for a few minutes. And … you know, we could talk or something.”

“Fine.” I stepped out of the way. “I’m not sure what there is to talk about but come on in if you want.” I motioned him inside and led the way to the living room where the evidence of what I’d done last night still remained. I saw him eye the vodka bottle as he sat down on the couch.

“Sam … I screwed up last night.”

“Yea?” I sat on the edge of the couch, my arms crossed over my chest. I tried not to think about the fact that I was wearing a short black robe and nothing else, or the fact that my cheeks were probably covered in mascara, and my hair was a mess.

“Yes. I screwed up. I’m not used to … having feelings for someone. I’m not used to worrying about hurting someone, to knowing if I’m going to hurt someone or if I’m being an ass. I haven’t cared about that in a long time.” He paused, waiting for me to say something. I just raised an eyebrow at him. “But I care about you. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you happy and … and most of all I want to just see you and be with you.”

My heart skipped a beat. As much as I wanted to be mad at him for everything he’d done, or not done, last night, I couldn’t help but melt a little when I heard his words.

He stared at me for several long seconds before reaching out for my hand, and I gave it to him.

“I don’t know what I’m doing to be honest. I don’t know how long I’m going to be around, but I do know that you make me want to be around for a long time. You make me want to be a better person and  … and fuck, you make me want to open up and … and be someone’s boyfriend—your boyfriend.”

“You … you want to be my boyfriend?” I stammered. Was this some kind of joke?

“Yes, Sam. I want to be your boyfriend; I want you to be my girlfriend, my first real girlfriend, not just some hot fuck I picked up at a bar.”

I was going to be his first girlfriend? I swallowed dryly. There was no way I was going to say no to this.

“Fine.” I squeezed his hand gently. “But I want to finish what we started the first night we met.” Maybe now we could finally have sex without anyone, or anything getting in the way? No other people, no crying, no one telling the other person to leave. That was what I wanted. “You know, since I’m your girlfriend and all,” I added. The words sent a shiver down my spine.
 

***
 

“You know, since I’m your girlfriend and all.” She smirked.

My heart pounded in my chest. 28 years old, and I’d never had a girlfriend until now. Not really. Sure I considered Becky a girlfriend. With all the flirting we did and the way I felt about her, it didn’t seem fair to just call her a crush. But this … Sam was my first girlfriend. I smiled as I got to my feet, pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her.

“We can do whatever you want to do.” I meant it to be a promise.

I couldn’t ever have thought that over the course of four days this girl could change my life this much, but somehow she did. She changed me without even trying. My lips touched hers for a fraction of a second.

She pulled away and led the way to her bedroom. A big room with clothes scattered everywhere. I smirked. I wouldn’t have expected anything less of her. She crawled onto the bed, and I followed her, waited for her to roll onto her back and spread her legs, and then I slipped between them. My lips touched hers as my hands reached for her. I wanted to try to show her how much she meant to me and how thankful I was to have her in my life, but most of all, I just wanted to be the one to make her moan.

My lips pulled away from her and came back as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer, refusing to let me pull away from her again. Her legs tangled around my hips, pressing against my cock. I pushed against her hoping she could see how hard I already was. Hoping she would know that it was all because of her.

Our kiss deepened as I felt my pulse race.
 

***
 

I pushed him away from me. This was finally it, and I wasn’t going to wait for all the foreplay to have something happen and keep us away from it. We were going to fuck.

I reached for the bedside table, pulled the top drawer open and grabbed a condom from the last time I had a boyfriend, which suddenly felt like ages ago. My heart skipped a beat. I had a boyfriend now.
He wants to be my boyfriend. He wants me to be his girlfriend.
I grinned as I turned to face him. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said a little too quickly, handing him the condom. He raised an eyebrow. “I like being your girlfriend, okay?”

He laughed softly. “Of course, it’s okay.” I watched like an eagle regarding its prey as he pulled his shirt over his head. Oh God. Those abs, that perfect V … my eyes trailed down the V. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see … I felt myself grin as his hands touched his belt, undoing it in a matter of seconds. I could feel my heart racing in my ears as he pushed his pants and boxers to the ground and slipped out of them. A shaky hand extended to offer him the condom, which he took it from me, giving me a soft smile before he slid it over his length and spread my legs. He settled down between them and his lips touched mine. “Are you nervous?” He whispered against my lips.

“A little,” I confessed as I felt his head touch my folds, push past them and push into me gently. I gasped grabbing his hand, and he stopped, his eyes locking on mine. I gave him a nod, letting him know I wanted him to keep going.

He pushed into me. I took a deep breath trying to get used to the feeling of him inside me. It had been a long time since something so … big had been in me. My eyes rolled back as he pulled away from me and pushed back in gently.

“Look at me.” His voice was gentle, and my eyes snapped open. His eyes fixed on mine as he pushed out of me and back in again. “How does it feel?”

“Better… good…” My hands traced up his muscular arm as he pushed into me faster and harder. His eyes still locked on mine, searching for any sign that he needed to be careful. I pulled him close to me, our lips meeting for a fraction of a second before my lips traveled to his neck. Nipping gently, I pulled his skin into my mouth, determined to mark him as mine. My fingers tangled into his hair as he pushed into me faster and faster. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

He let out a deep breath of pleasure as his hands ran over the curves of my body, slipped under me and squeezed my ass. I gasped, arching towards him as he thrusted into me harder. I gasped, a moan escaping me.

Suddenly very glad no one else was here I pulled away from him. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second until I got on my knees in front of him. He moved behind me as I pushed all my hair to one side. His arms wrapped around my waist and found the tie for my robe. It fell open completely, exposing every inch of my body to him. His hands reached up for my breasts as he held me in place. His boner pressed against my butt while his lips traced over my neck and along my back. A shiver escaped me as lust overwhelmed my body. I reached down and touched my clit. Just the simple touch was enough to make a moan pass through my lips.

Priest grinned. He pinched my nipple. I moaned louder as pleasure and pain mixed.

He slipped the robe off me and pushed me down onto the bed, my forearms catching my fall before my face hit the bed.

I felt his head touch my pussy. This time he didn’t take his time to be gentle as he pushed into me. Gasping, I felt his full length in me. His hand touched my lower back, pushing me down into the bed a little more. I moaned louder as I felt him pull away and slam back into me. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Fast and hard. Moaning louder, I started playing with my clit again and keeping time with him, I rubbed myself faster and faster the harder he slammed into me. My moans grew louder. “Oh yes,” I gasped. I could already feel myself so close to the edge. “Fuck, yes.”

His fingers tangled into my hair, holding it out of the way more than actually pulling it. His lips placed feathery soft kisses along my back as he slammed into me. Faster. Harder.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he rammed into me. My fingers circled my clit.

My eyes rolling back, “Oh Preston,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come.” I couldn’t stop it any longer even if I wanted to.

He slammed into me again and again. His hold on my hair tightened, pulling a little. It was enough to send me over the edge.

Without even realizing, a scream escaped me as everything went a hazy white. My hips buckled against him as he pushed me down on the bed. Every one of his thrusts was met by my own hips rocking against him as my body convulsed in waves of pleasure. I gasped for breath, my fingers rubbing my clit as another smaller wave of ecstasy passed through me.

Preston gasped pushing into me one last, hard, time. I gasped. His free hand dug into my hips keeping me in place as my hips rocked against him. He pulled away slowly and came back into me, gentle this time as he let go of my hips, his hands tracing softly against my lower back. He pulled out of me with a deep breath as he slipped the condom off, looked around the room and found the garbage can. He eased himself up from the bed and made his way over to it. I watched him as he threw the condom out and turned back to me, and I wasn’t sure how to react. I reached for my robe and covered myself as if that would protect me if he decided he didn’t want to be my boyfriend.

He gave me a soft smile. “What do you want to do today?”

“Don’t you have to work?”

“I took another sick day.” He shrugged. “What do you want to do? If you can’t think of anything … I kinda had something in mind.”

“You did?” I couldn’t help but wonder what it was. “Okay, what did you have in mind?”

“Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?”

“No.”

He smirked. “Okay, at least promise you’ll consider what I’m about to say?”

“I’ll try. But if it’s something creepy, it’s off the table right now.”
 

***
 

Was it creepy? Probably.

God, I hoped she wasn’t going to say no. I’d already made all the arrangements. I hadn’t even thought that she would say no. I guessed I could cancel everything if I had to. “Well, it might be a little creepy. You know, us not knowing each other very well or anything.” I could feel myself blushing. “But I’d really like you to at least consider it. We both know I might not be around for that long, and even if I am around … I’m not going to be able to do this ever again. I don’t want to just leave all the money I’ve saved up sitting in my bank account …” After all, there was a chance I was going to get life in jail.
 

***
 

My heart raced as I listened to him.

“And … well, you’ll need to pack a suitcase for it.” My eyes widened.

“What?” I snapped. “Where did you plan on taking me?” He wanted to go on a trip? Why was he making it such a big deal? I mean, sure, trips were normally something couples did once they knew each other better but why put it off when we could do it now? Like he said, we might not have that much longer together.

“Paris.”

That single word snapped me back to reality.

“What?”

“Paris. I’m taking you to Paris. I’ve got the tickets booked, we leave tonight, and I’ve got the hotel booked. It’s right in the middle of a shopping district. It sounded like something you would like … then again, I wasn’t really sure what you would like. If you want to stay somewhere else, we can.”

My mind was still processing his words. Paris. I was going to Paris.

“I … I can’t make you pay for this.” I stammered.

He shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t want to leave the money in my bank account doing nothing. I want to do something special with it, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than take you traveling.”

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