“Eating,” is my immediate response as I lay her down and spread those slender, tanned thighs. Leaning in, I inhale her scent, running my nose up her inner thigh until I reach my prize. I cut a glance up toward her, taking her in for a moment before my mouth lands on her pussy, and I lap at the delicious flavor of her arousal.
“Kayden,” Haelee whimpers with abandon as she holds herself up to watch me lick her sweetness. My mouth suckles on her clit, biting down on the hardened nub, sending her soaring into bliss as her thighs tremble against either side of my face.
“Fucking delicious,” I groan before I dip my tongue inside her tight heat and drink up her essence. She’s everything to me, since the moment I met those beautiful cocoa eyes from across the party to this moment, where I’m eating her pussy like a fucking starving man while she lies back on the kitchen counter.
I rise to full height and grip my dick. When I walked into the kitchen naked, I didn’t think this would be happening. With a grin on my face, I plunge into her in one long thrust, knocking the breath from her lungs.
Her eyes widen, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to watching her take me. She’s beautiful as she spreads her legs, her heels on the edge of the cool marble, and I grip her hips as I pull her against me. I sink into the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt and enjoy how her body pulses around me, accepting me.
I will never get tired of this. Feeling her around me is something special, and I’ll never once take it for granted. Our bodies are made to be together. We mold together like perfectly formed pieces of the same whole. And I know I’ll never find anyone who completes me like Haelee does.HAELEEOne Month LaterMusic plays in the bedroom as I sit against the headboard and type out an email and hit send. The lyrics drift into the space surrounding me, and I close my eyes, thinking of how these few months have taken a turn I never once expected.
When I first saw Colton Donavan standing, talking to my mother, I never once imagined how different my life would be only a couple of months later. I never thought I’d have a chance at a career in racing. And even just the thought makes my heart ache because I miss my dad.
But also, I never once thought I would be saying I have a boyfriend because that’s not something that’s ever been on my list of must-haves.
Kayden Mercer walked in—no, he sauntered in—and made me fall. He pushed me over the edge, breaking every shield I’ve ever kept up to protect me, and he made me feel.
For a long time, I believed I wasn’t worthy. Not only for a relationship, but I never saw myself as worthy of anything good because of my mother. My birth mother. But over time, I’m slowly coming to terms with the past staying where it is. I’m no longer afraid.
When I took the plunge and walked onto the track, when I kissed Kayden, when I told Mom I’ll be moving in with him. Everything has brought me to this moment.
Kayden walks into the bedroom, carrying a tray of goodies for breakfast. A smile graces his handsome face, and I’m still breathless when he gifts that grin to me.
“Coffee, speedy?” he asks, setting the wooden tray on the mattress, and I take in the breakfast he made. Toast with my favorite chocolate spread, coffee with milk and sugar, as well as a bowl of fresh fruit.
“How did I get so lucky?”
“You found me,” Kayden teases with a chuckle. We tuck into the slices of crunchy toast, and I can’t stop moaning in pleasure as I enjoy the sticky chocolate goodness that’s slowly melted into the bread. “If you keep up those sounds, I’m going to have to delay breakfast.” This time, he’s not joking.
Rolling my eyes, I continue eating but refrain from making any pleasurable sounds. I sip my coffee, the sweetness bursting on my tongue. I can’t not enjoy this because every part of breakfast has been carefully thought out.
“I have a surprise,” Kayden announces, handing me a small gift box. My heart catapults into my chest when I look at the navy-blue velvet box. The softness of the material covering it tickles my fingers, and I can’t help but enjoy the feel of it in my hands.
I meet his eyes before asking, “What is this?”
“Open it.” His grin is playful, so it eases the nerves in my stomach, but still, small boxes make me anxious.
When I flip open the lid, my breath catches in my throat. The ring is sleek, silver, but it’s not a diamond. It’s a smooth, gleaming sapphire.