Give Me You (31 page)

“I know. I trust you.”

Something that looks like pain flickers across his face but it’s gone quickly. “Shit. Condom,” he bites out before leaning over and removing one from his nightstand.

I wait as patiently as I can while he tears the foil and sheaths his rigid length.

His mouth lowers to my breasts once more, flicking and teasing each nipple before sucking them hard into his warm welcoming mouth. I groan, lifting my hips in desperate need for contact. My non-verbal plea works.

“Wait. I need to tell you something first.”

I gape at him. Is he serious right now?

“Corin Connelly, I didn’t meet you in time to be your first.” He caresses my body with his free hand. “But I am damn sure going to be your last.”

I lift my neck up and kiss him as deeply as I can. There aren’t words for how his declaration makes me feel.

Inch by slow torturous inch, Skylar sinks himself into me. My body clenches around him in panic before I adjust to the intrusion. He fills and stretches me until I’m wet enough that he can glide smoothly in and out.

I jerk my head forward until our mouths meet again. Our tongues mimic the motion of our sex, his tongue plunging inside of me in time with his cock, me matching him stroke for stroke.

We’re still kissing when I start to come. I grip his back hard, digging my fingers in for traction as I race frantically toward an explosive finish. He bites down on my lower lip and I convulse all around him from the inside out.

Skylar is close enough to his own release that I feel the tip of him jerking inside my walls as I’m coming down. His hands take each of my legs and push them upward until he is buried so deep inside me I can barely breathe.

“Fucking hell, you are so damn perfect. Fucking perfection,” he cries out as he pours himself into me.

His hands stroke my legs from thigh to ankle once he’s completely drained. His lips graze the tips of my toes and down the soles of my feet. It tickles and I smile at him.

“Totally worth the eighteen hour flight,” I tell him. “Best goodbye ever.”

Skylar’s answering smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes and I’m hoping he’s just tired. I wink to let him know I’m joking about the goodbye part.

“I’m glad, Red. It would kill me to disappoint you.”

“Not even possible,” I tell him, sitting up for once more kiss.

T
he next morning Corin gets me off with her mouth in my shower.

I have my favorite meal for breakfast. Her.

We order in for lunch and end up sixty-nining before we’ve even finished eating.

By the time dinner rolls around, we have fucked, sucked, and drained every inch of pleasure from one another.

“I feel bad you came all this way and you haven’t even seen much of Rio.”

Corin collapses on my chest. “I didn’t come here to see Rio, Sky. I think you know that.”

“Thank God for that.” I twirl a strand of her hair through my fingers. “I am taking you out to dinner though, dammit. I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow.”

She sighs, heaving her bare breasts against me. “Me too. But I can come back on fall break. Then you’ll be home for Christmas. There’s always FaceTime and phone sex. We’ll manage.”

I chuckle lightly. “Guess I should think God for modern technology while I’m at it.”

Corin leans up to look me in the eye. “Would you believe I even miss playing Mortal Combat with you?”

I nod, taking one of her hands and kissing it gently. “I told you you’d miss me. Probably should’ve placed another bet on it.”

She shakes her head. “No more bets, Sky.”

“One more,” I say, sliding her slender fingers between mine. “I bet we don’t make it until fall break. One of us will end up on a plane. Because I can tell you right now, I can’t wait two more months for more of you.”

Corin’s answering smile makes my heart thud harder in my chest. “So we wager on which of us breaks first?”

“Me, Red. It will be me.” I have a long weekend next month. I’m going to surprise her right back.

Every other month or so is going to be hard, but I know from experience, nothing would be harder than trying to live without her.

I’ve never been particularly religious, but there is one thing I pray for.

That I never have to again.

“Last night was seriously amazing,” Corin tells me at the airport.

Despite the fact that it’s barely six a.m. local time, her eyes are bright and gleaming.

“You’re welcome,” I say, gently squeezing her ass.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Well that was amazing too, soccer boy. But that’s not what I was referring to.”

The night before I’d taken her to a colorful restaurant on the water where she gorged herself on every local dish we could order. We met up with a few guys from the team and went dancing. Most had girlfriends or wives that they brought along. Corin was electric. Lit up by the natural glow of the exotic atmosphere and basking in the after effects of the orgasm I’d given her on the way to the club, she was the most beautiful I’d ever seen her.

I was enjoying myself, happy to watch her enjoying herself, until Sebastian nodded to where she was dancing with some of the other girls. “Guess it didn’t work out with the model, huh? Beautiful women just come out of the woodwork for you or what?”

My inner Landen O’Brien emerged and I nearly hulked out on the poor guy.

“Don’t ever mention that night again, Stevens. I’m serious as fuck.”

He’d looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Dude, I was shitfaced. I barely remember that night. I’m just jealous that smoking hot women seem to swoon at your feet everywhere we go. If you’re looking for a wingman, I volunteer as tribute. That’s all I’m saying.”

He’d ambled off without another word but my mood darkened.

That night. Damn that night. Damn my inability to see beyond the short term.

My entire life I watched my mom try to drink away a mistake she’d made when she was too young to know better. She grew up with nothing, but she was beautiful, so when my dad decided to add her to his collection of pretty things, she ended up married at nineteen. Pregnant with Katie at twenty, and then me two years later.

And now? She’s stuck with a cold heartless businessman with plenty of money and no ability to show emotion for anything that doesn’t contribute to his bank account balance.

I swore I would never allow myself to make a choice that would ruin everything I’ve worked for. For all my fucking around in high school, I never did anything that would’ve warranted more than a misdemeanor or that would’ve hurt my chances to get a soccer scholarship.

But that night, that one night with Fallon, hangs over me like a death sentence.

After Sebastian had brought up she who shall not be mentioned, Corin had spun into me and pulled me onto the dance floor, forcing me to forget everything but the feel of her in my arms for the rest of the evening.

But now, as we stand at the security entrance where I have to let her go, I vow I will never let that night touch her. I won’t let a damn thing take that shine from her eyes.

“I loved this weekend. I was nervous, coming here. But I’m so glad I did.” Corin sucks her cheek in the way she does when she’s trying not to bite her lip.

“I’m glad you loved it.” I kiss her gently on the lips. “And I almost forgot.” I remove a small box from my back pocket.

“If that’s a credit card, Skylar Martin, I swear I’ll—”

“It’s not,” I interrupt with a laugh. “It’s something to say what I haven’t get gotten to.”

“Which is?” Corin opens the box and her mouth drops open. “When did you have time to get this?”

“Recently,” is all I tell her. The truth was I’d gotten it before I left and I’d planned to give it to her on my last night in California before the evening had gone to hell in a hand basket.

The silver and diamond encrusted bracelet has one stone hanging delicately from its braided band. The crimson jewel is almost identical to the color of her hair. On the inside is a small inscription.
I love you, Red.

Her eyes shine with the promise of tears. “I love you too, soccer boy. So much.”

She lifts on her tiptoes but I do her one better and lift her off the ground. We kiss until the world around us disappears.

“I’m glad you came,” I mumble against her lips.

“Boy did I,” she teases, using my own little innuendo game against me.

“And you will again soon. Promise.” I kiss her once more before setting her down. “Call me when you land in LA.”

“Yes sir,” she says with a mock salute.

One more feverish kiss and she’s gone, blending into the throng of travelers and leaving me to stare after her.

On my way to my car, I text her one more time to remind her to be safe and to call me when she lands.

She messages back that she will followed by an emoji that looks like a set of red kissy lips. I’m about to make a dirty comment about the set of lips I’d rather see when a message from an unknown number appears. It’s a number that’s called half a dozen times at odd hours in the past few weeks.

Need to talk to you. It’s important. Call me.

I frown at my phone as I message back.

Who is this?

Whoever it is doesn’t respond so I get in my car. I’m halfway home when the response comes through.

Fallon.

Fuck. I don’t remember giving her my new number, but there’s a lot I don’t remember about the last time I saw her. And there are plenty of other ways she could’ve gotten it.

I sit in my driveway contemplating my options for a good long while.

I could message her back. Fall back into the spiral of Fallon-related drama that she obviously wants to include me for some crazy ass reason. Risk hurting Corin again like I did the weekend of the auction. Or I can do what I should’ve done a long time ago.

Before I go inside, into my condo that is filled only with memories of Corin, I do what I should’ve done in high school.

I block Fallon Kensington from my phone. And hopefully out of my life.

For good.