Page 16 of Under The Cherry Blossoms
“Anyway, the day we were supposed to leave, Amber’s friend Jo came and saw me. It turns out that none of it was true. Amber wasn’t pregnant at all. She had just set her sights on me, convinced herself that she loved me. Which was ridiculous, she barely knew me. When I confronted her about it she broke down and confessed it all. She said she was sorry but she just loved me so much and couldn’t bear the idea of not having me. I was sickened.” He squeezes his eyes shut tight, as if trying to protect himself from thememories.
“I had fallen in love with that baby. I was so goddamn excited by that point and finding out that it didn’t exist just about killed me. I swore off women for the longest time. I threw myself into school and graduated with honors. Then threw myself into my work. I’ve dated a little bit over the last few years but I found it hard to trust women, so relationships ended pretty quickly.” Bringing my hand up to his mouth he brushes a kiss across it and turns to look atme.
“And then there wasyou.”
“And then there was me,” Iwhisper.
Right then and there, the last tiny bit of my wall crumbles and the truth crashes down onme.
I’m in love with thisman.
Stepping out of the shower,I reach for the towel and begin to dry my hair. I’m excited for girls’ night tonight and eager to have some time with Cassidy and Wyatt. Since my revelation last week concerning my feelings for Ben, I’ve been feeling off kilter, my emotions all over the place. What I really need right now is Cassidy to kick my ass and Wyatt to smother me in love. I need mygirls.
After drying off, I wrap myself in a pink towel, walk out of the bathroom and into my bedroom where I find Ben lying on my bed in only a pair of basketball shorts, scrolling through his phone. My heart does this weird little palpitating thing at the sight of his broad, bare chest. I love how at ease he is in my home. It makes it incredibly easy to envision this asourhome. A thought that calms the chaos swirling through myhead.
Ben’s eyes immediately seek me out and I can feel the weight of his stare as I approach the mirror on my dresser and prepare to put my faceon.
“What are you doing tonight?” I ask him as I reach for my moisturizer and begin to apply it. When no answer is forthcoming I turn to face him, and see his eyes burning into me with an intensity I haven’t seen before. I can feel the blush spread across my face under the heat of his scrutiny and I look away, feeling self-conscious.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Skye.” He bounds across the room and stands behind me. Turning my body so that I am facing him, he leans down and places his forehead gently against mine. Closing his eyes, he inhales deeply, breathing mein.
I’ve never experienced this before. The physical connection between us is visceral and intoxicating. It completely overwhelms me and I find myself wanting to experience everything withhim.
Brushing my mouth across his jaw, a low moan escapes him as his stubble chafes my lips in a most delicious way. I continue my path downward, kissing and licking, nibbling and tasting until my knees hit the carpeted floor and I look up at Ben from beneath mylashes.
He brushes his knuckles softly across my cheek and I lean forward, placing an open-mouthed kiss below his bellybutton.
Reaching up, I take hold of his waistband and pull his shorts and boxers down, tormenting us both with the slowness of mymovements.
His cock is at the perfect height, pointing right at my mouth, and who am I to ignore what’s right in front ofme?
Leaning forward, I lick the tiny bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip and follow it with a ghost of a kiss. Ben sucks in a ragged breath and that simple sound fills me with all the confidence I need. Opening my mouth, I take him in slowly and a groan escapes me as the taste of him hits my taste buds. Reaching down, Ben undoes my towel, watching it drop and exposing my body to him, his eyes close and squeeze shut as though he is trying to gain control of himself. Then threading his right hand through my long hair, he grabs a handful and uses it to guide my mouth along his shaft. I go willingly, enjoying the feel of his dominance. Pressing forward until I begin to gag, I pull back slightly and then swallow, relishing the strangled sound Ben makes at the sensation of my throat tightening around hiscock.
“Baby?” Ben chokes out and I look up at him, my mouth full of his dick. “Do you trust me?” Without hesitating, I nod yes. Ben pulls out so only the crown of his cock is sitting on mylips.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Squeak, so open wide, babe.” He holds tight to my head with both hands and begins thrusting. Slow and steady to begin with, he quickly loses the battle to stay in control. Slamming into my mouth, the noises coming out of him are driving me crazy. I’m gagging on every thrust, but I love that I have the power to unravel thisman.
“Look at me,” Ben harshly whispers and my watery eyes meet his. I can see every bit of want in them. Every bit of desire. Every bit of the emotion I’m too scared toacknowledge.
As his breathing hastens he pulls abruptly out of my mouth and takes hold ofhimself.
“On the bed,” he rasps out and I quickly stand and move to lie down on the soft comforter. Ben follows, and as he kneels between my legs, he jerks that beautiful cock hard and fast until, with a loud grunt he explodes, painting my pussy in his cum. My mouth waters at the sight. He reaches down and roughly takes hold of my neck, pulling me up he crushes his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding along my own. Pulling away he closes his eyes before meeting mygaze.
“I loveyou.”
“We’ll have three blowjobs please, mister intoxicologist!” Cassidy raises her voice to be heard above the noise in the crowded bar, as I almost choke on my own spit at her order. If only sheknew.
After slamming down our shots, we head out to the dance floor and get lost in the music. I close my eyes and forget about everyone and everything as I move my body to the sensualrhythm.
All too soon I feel myself being dragged back to reality as Wyatt pulls on my arm and leans in to tell me they’re heading back to the bar for more drinks. Deciding I could definitely do with some more alcohol, I take hold of her hand and follow her and Cassidy. Grabbing our drinks, we manage to secure ourselves a table and while Cassidy and Wyatt stand, I sit down. My feet immediately begin to ache and I curse myself for my rookie mistake. Every woman knows that once you sit down the pain of heels multiplies by a million, and standing in them again is nearimpossible.
Sighing, I take a big sip of my Pina Colada and try to listen as Cass and Wyatt catch up on all the gossip. But it’s useless. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou,” the words are on a constant rotation in my brain. He loves me. And I love him. Did I tell him that? No. Because I am so freaking scared about what is happening betweenus.
“Ben told me he loves me,” I say the words so quietly that I don’t think there is a chance of either of them hearing me. But both women stop talking immediately and swing their heads towardme.
“Hells to the fucking yeah!” Cassidy screeches as Wyatt jumps up and down and wraps me up in a giant, all-consuming hug. It takes them a moment to realize I’m not sharing their excitement, and in fact tears have begun to silently slide down mycheeks.
Wyatt pulls me in for another hug, this one even tighter than the last, and whispers in my ear, “It’s okay, Skye. You’re okay,sweetie.”
