Not About Love (This Love Book 2) (11 page)

“You really need to make it up to me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Boyd, you poor thing. You really can’t help yourself, can you?” she said in a sugary sweet voice. She caressed my arm, running her hand up and down. She winked at me, and a smirk stretched across her face. She tilted her head and whispered, “Maybe if you come visit me, I’ll give your cock that kiss I was talking about.” She smiled and walked away, swinging her hips.

I wanted to walk after her, lift her on my shoulder, and spank her ass then take her straight to bed. I’d tie up her hands and tease every part of her body until she had to cry for mercy.

Against my better judgement, I marched into the kitchen after her.

Thankfully, we were alone. Everyone else seemed to be out front.

She turned around upon hearing my steps and when she saw it was me, she went back to stacking dirty dishes in the sink.

I reached around her waist and pulled her to me.

“Boyd!” she gasped. “Someone could see us.” She looked up, and I locked eyes with her in our reflection in the kitchen window.

“You’re right. Apparently, I can’t help myself,” I said absentmindedly, immediately regretting the words that had just come out of my mouth. “Right now I’d really like to give you a good lesson though. You’re being awfully cocky, Red. I think you deserve a spanking.” My voice was low and gravelly, but I couldn’t help grinning. My hand palmed her ass, and I spanked her butt cheek.

She jumped, clearly flustered. I tucked her hair to the side and ran my nose along the curve of her neck then pulled away to study her reaction.

She swallowed and a soft flush colored her cheeks. Now that I’d seen her react that way to one slap of my hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about spanking her gorgeous ass. If she’d let me, I’d turn the soft, buttery skin of her glorious butt into a pink cloud.

“Did you like that?”

“Y-yes,” she murmured. I pressed myself into her, and my hand traveled to the neckline of her dress. I hadn’t seen her beautiful tits in so long. My fingers moved past the fabric of her bra and cupped her soft, warm breast. I flicked her nipple and she moaned softly, rocking her head backward and resting it on my shoulder.

“If you let me spank you, I promise you won’t regret it.”

I couldn’t wait to see how aroused she’d get.

“And then what are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice low and rough.

“I’m going to lick and suck the hell out of that sweet pussy of yours.”

She turned around and looked at me, eyes wide, mouth open, cheeks flushed. She was a sight to behold, and in her eyes, I saw the same kind of hunger I had for her.

Fuck
. She was beautiful. I luxuriated in knowing how she felt around me and how she looked when I made her climax. I loved the fact that I knew how to turn her on and how to make her reach the most sublime of ecstasies. I should have known better than to keep things going between us, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to deny myself. I wanted her. Sometimes I felt as if I wanted her almost in a predatory way. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to own every part of her.

She was going to be mine again that night.

* * *

I opened the door of her room and shut it behind me as quickly and quietly as I could. She was sitting on the bed, wearing only a bathrobe. Her hair was wet and back to its natural curl, and she was drying it with a towel. Her face was makeup free, tinted by the faintest blush.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” She adjusted her robe and made sure she was all covered up. I grinned at her. I had seen her naked plenty of times, and there she was, trying to cover herself up. I shook my head and laughed.

“Red, why would I knock on your door? So I could wake everyone up? Lose the robe, now,” I ordered as I took off my shirt and threw it on the floor.

“No,” she replied in a defiant tone, but I caught her staring at my abs.

“All right.” I knelt in front of her. I wanted nothing more than to rip the robe off of her, but I decided to take it slow. I wanted to savor her, every inch of her beautiful skin. My hands went around her ankles and I caressed her legs, running my fingers from the bottom up. She shivered, and her skin pebbled with goose bumps.

“Ally, Ally, Ally,” I whispered. I glanced at her and grinned when I saw her breath hitch. “Why are you trying to deny it? I can’t even touch your skin without you becoming a bundle of nerves, and that wrinkle between your eyebrows is totally betraying you, by the way.”

“Oh, fuck it. What’s the point with you?” She quickly opened the robe, freeing her gorgeous tits and exposing her luscious body. I didn’t know where to start—her thighs, her pussy, or her breasts? I’d hardly gotten to play with them earlier. I ran my hands up higher on her thighs and motioned for her to lay back. I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my jeans then took them off along with my boots and socks. Now I was as naked as she was. I couldn’t help but marvel at her body. I stood there for a few seconds, debating my next move.

She frowned, probably confused by my indecisiveness. I stroked my erection, and she pressed her legs together. I knew she was probably already wet and ready for me, but I needed to take my time.

“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are?”

She shook her head, smiling. “Tell me,” she replied with a gleam in her eyes.

“You’re so gorgeous I don’t know which part of you I should start with first. I know I could come just masturbating and looking at you lying down like that.” My dick was fully awake and hard as a rock. I couldn’t wait to start playing. I kneeled down on the bed, trapping her legs between mine. I caressed her face.

“Your eyes are so full of life, and they look like you’re always hiding some kind of secret. Your hair makes you look like a lady from a Renaissance painting. Your mouth…” I rubbed my thumb against her bottom lip. “Your mouth says the perfect words, words that make me horny as hell. Your tongue makes me feel…so many things,” I said, exhaling a breath. I was talking too much, paying her too many compliments, but I couldn’t help myself. “Your breasts are so perfect, and I love when I lick your nipples and feel you shiver under my touch.”

“Oh, Boyd. Stop it,” she whispered, drunk on my words. Her eyes looked glassy, and her chest heaved under the pressure of my compliments and my hands. My left hand caressed her right breast while the other ventured between her legs. She was so wet. I inserted two fingers and started teasing her swollen center. She let out a soft moan and reached for my cock. She started stroking it and rubbed the bead of pre-cum over the head with her thumb. “Fuck, Ally. I wasn’t done.”

“You weren’t done?”

“No. Where was I? Ah, yes…your breasts. I fucking love them.” I leaned down and licked and sucked on her right nipple while pinching the other.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, caressing my head.

I released her and started placing kisses on her belly. She squirmed. She was ticklish; I liked that.

“Your skin drives me insane. So soft.”

“It’s too pale.”

“It’s perfect. You don’t know how many times I’ve gotten off thinking of your ivory thighs around me.” I was saying too much. I stood up, and she looked at me with a worried face. “As a matter of fact,” I said in a playful tone, “I need them around me right now.” I opened her legs and ran my hand up her inner thigh. “Open them wider. I want to look at you.” There was only a bedside lamp illuminating the room, and yet I could see the embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Your pussy is glorious; I don’t need to tell you that. It’s where I want to get lost over and over. I like it so fucking much that if we didn’t live on opposite sides of the globe, I would almost make you a proposition.”

“What proposition?” she asked, pulling her brows together in confusion.

“I would propose for my dick and your pussy to meet on a regular basis,” I said with a grin, and she laughed softly. “Now…” I grabbed a condom out of my jeans and I rolled it on. “I’ve done more talking than I fucking care to. I will fuck you until you ask me to stop…or until I’m so worn out I have nothing left.”

She laughed again, and I leaned down to capture her mouth with a wet kiss, poking her with my erection. I positioned myself between her legs and thrust into her warm, wet folds. Our eyes locked and I pulled her legs up on my shoulders.

“So, what’s it going to be, sweetheart? Who’ll give in first? Me or you?” I asked her with a smirk.

“You,” she replied defiantly.

“We’ll see about that. I’ll make you beg for mercy, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about spanking that ass of yours.”

MY NIGHT VISITOR WAS GONE
when I woke up. For a moment I wondered if I had dreamt it all, but then I realized my muscles felt like jelly and my vagina was sore.

There would never be a more blissful type of ache.

I smiled under the blankets thinking about the way Boyd looked and the things he had said the night before. He was so fucking sexy.

He just said what he said to get you turned on. You know his kind. He doesn’t get attached.
Well, he did have a certain fondness for my vagina, and the admiration was mutual; I was quite a fan of his cock.

I took a shower and got dressed. I applied some makeup and tousled my hair, unable to forget what he had said about my curls.

When I came down to the kitchen, I found Ella sitting on a kitchen chair with her guitar in her lap and a coffee mug on the table in front of her.

Boyd and Lou’s parents were MIA.

“They went to the farmers’ market,” Ella said.

“Oh. I hope I get to see them before I leave to go home today. When is your flight to New York?” Ella and Lou were supposed to go back to her hometown to spend the holidays with her parents.

“It’s not until this evening. Listen,” she said with a coy smile, lowering the tone of her voice and looking around to make sure we were alone. “Leanne saw Boyd come out of your room this morning.” She raised an eyebrow at me and gave me a satisfied look. In fact, she looked victorious. She looked like she had just won a game of chess and was about to yell
Checkmate!
I shook my head in disapproval and turned my back to her, grabbing a mug, and pouring some coffee from the pot.

“So…are you going to spill the beans or not?”

“Where are they, Ella?”

“Lou and Boyd? They’re outside, working on Boyd’s truck. Ally, I’m done listening to your excuses. I want to know everything. How long has this been going on?”

There it was. I couldn’t escape it any more.

Like it or not, it was time for me to fess up.

Ella insisted I had to tell her “the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth,” so I did. I glossed over the details, and she didn’t press for more info, but the whole time, she wore a satisfied smirk on her face and I wanted very much to wipe it off. The guys came back in and we decided to go out for brunch. Boyd and I casually danced around each other and joked like nothing had happened.

We were both so good at this game.

Even as I thought that, I felt a pinch of sadness in my chest.

I was going to have to say goodbye soon, and who knew when I’d see him again.

* * *

One moment I was having brunch with my friends and playing footsy with Boyd, trying to keep our flirtation to a minimum, and the next I was in the Twilight Zone. I could even hear the music play out in my head. It had to be a freaking fifth dimension indeed. Otherwise, there would be no fucking way in hell I’d come face to face with the last person I expected to meet in the whole United States of America.

Suddenly, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion.

I stared at him, getting seated at a table not far away from ours.

He was with a pretty, slender blonde. I swallowed and looked down.

I wasn’t ready for this. I never would be.

“Something wrong?” Boyd asked, turning in the direction of where I had been looking just a moment before.

“No!” I said a little too loud. “It’s nothing. I thought it was someone I knew, but it’s not possible…”

“Who? A friend? An ex-boyfriend?” he asked in a low voice, his tone serious.