“Brother, we’ve come a long way from where we were. We’ve both learned a lot in the last few years.” That’s the fucking truth. We aren’t the same two thugs we used to be. We are adults, with adult jobs and adult relationships. It couldn’t get any better.
“So this is where they hide the douche bags.” I stand corrected. Max comes out smiling and everyone else follows. I understand exactly what London meant last night when she said she loved being surrounded by her favorite people, because these are mine.
After dinner, which was fucking delicious, I help London clean up. Everyone is outside by the fire pit, and we are in the kitchen. London puts dishes in the dishwasher and I put the leftovers in the fridge. Just as I thought, there is a ton of leftovers. I finish and lean against the counter watching her at the sink. She’s so sexy in her black sundress. Her perfect skin is on full display, begging to be touched. I wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her bare shoulder.
She turns her head back at me and I kiss her soft lips. “Dinner was amazing and everyone is having a great time. You did a great job.” She turns off the sink and dries her hands on the towel before spinning in my arms.
“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
I have no doubt that she could have. All I did was grill the steaks. I move my hands all over her back, down to her ass, and up to her shoulders. When she closes her eyes, I smile.
“Tonight, baby.” She opens her eyes and kisses my chest. “Let’s get back out there. You need a beer before we go?” I go to the fridge and get us each one, and we head outside to hang out with our friends.
Shannon has been talking nonstop, and London, once again, appears nervous. A part of me wishes she would say whatever it is so it’s finally out there. I really do like Shannon, though. She is a great friend to London, as Jax is to me. Everyone needs that best friend.
“You know, London used to love doing body shots. She would get trashed at the bar and go home, writing about it for hours.” She turns to London and laughs. “What happened to all those stories, anyway? I want to read them.”
London shakes her head and drinks the rest of her beer. “Anyway, I’m done with boring college stories. Kallie, how was that shoot you did the other day?” London says, changing the subject.
Typical London. I take Jax’s advice and don’t hang on it. I start talking to Braden, and the rest of the night goes on without any more college talk.
It’s well after two o’clock when everyone finally leaves. I’m pretty drunk and so is London, but I plan on making good on my promise. I’ve been walking around with a half hard-on all damn day. When she walks into the bedroom in the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, I know I need to fuck her good. I’m lying in bed and she stares at me with such heat in her eyes that my cock jumps to attention.
“London, you are fucking beautiful.”
She smiles and climbs on the bed, right on top of me. “I need you, Blake. Right now.” Fuck, she is never like this unless I pull it out of her. I sit up, start kissing her shoulders and down to her chest, biting her nipples through her lingerie. “Oh yes.” Fuck this. I pull it off her, tossing it to the floor, and suck one of her hardened nipples into my mouth and tweak the other. “Fuck yes, it feels so good.” I release her nipple and run both hands down to her ass. She has a thong on, so I dig my fingers into her bare skin.
“Are you wet for me, London? Is your pussy begging for me to fuck you?” I dig my fingers in harder and she looks at me. “Tell me. Is your pussy wet with need?”
“Oh God, yes.”
I run one of my hands to the front of her panties and rub her. I can feel how wet she is. Her panties are soaked with her arousal. I don’t know how I do everything as fast as I do, but I manage to get my boxers off, a condom on, and her panties off in a flash. I pull her onto my lap and slam into her. “Yes.” We are both sitting up, her on my lap, both riding each other. I wrap my hand in her hair and yank her head back, making her tits push forward. I suck on each one, making sure to give each the same attention. We are going at it hard and fast. Both of us moaning, sweating, and close to coming.
“I feel you, baby. I’m close too.” She bucks her hips forward, taking me in so deep. “Oh fuck. Keep doing that.” She does, and each time, we both curse. “Feel it, baby, let it take over because I’m about to.” For the first time, we are slammed with our orgasms at the same time. I hold her close to me while we ride it out. Once we still, there is no other sound but our breathing and pounding hearts. I put my hands on either side of her face, our eyes locking. “I love you.”
She kisses me and runs her hands up into my hair. “I love you too.” We stare at each other, and I have no idea what she’s thinking, but I’m thinking she is my world, my life, and my everything. As long as I live, I will never love another woman. She is mine, now, tomorrow, and forever. I’ll never let her go.
Chapter Thirteen
London
It’s been three months since Blake and I said I love you to each other. That morning in the shower, I was overcome with memories of how horrible things were with Axel. When I went into the kitchen, I was looking to feel close to Blake. Although I had no idea it would turn into what it did, I am so glad. I have an overwhelming amount of guilt over not telling him about Axel, but I want to leave that in the past. For the most part, he accepts that.
Today is the release of my newest book, and just like every release day, I’m a buzz of energy. I took off work to sit at the computer all day. I constantly check reviews, my rank, and sales. It consumes me. I’ve seen a lot of great buzz about my new book on Facebook from all the wonderful blogs that received ARCs and from readers that have started it. It makes my heart swell with pride. I love this story. It’s one of my favorites. I say that about every new book I release, but this one has a lot of me in it. The main character in the first book, that released almost a year ago, was coming out of a bad relationship and met Blake, well, the character Blake plays. In this book, it’s like my relationship with Blake.
It’s sweet, sexy, and romantic. That’s how I feel our relationship is, not to mention, I may have put in some sex scenes similar to what Blake has shown me. I laugh and take another sip of my coffee.
I get an inbox from one of my author friends, and we chat for a while, laughing about all the funny crap we find on Facebook. Some of the videos and memes make me cry I’m laughing so hard. My cell rings and I grab it, knowing it will be Shannon. I haven’t seen her since her last visit and I miss her.
“Hello?”
She turns down the music in her car and laughs. “Sorry. Happy release day.” She never misses a day. She has called me every release day since my first book.
“Thank you.” I pull up my sales again and smile when I see the spike.
“Well, how is it going?”
I decide to walk away from my computer for a minute and make myself some breakfast. “It’s going really good, thanks. How are things going with Brody?”