Always the One (Always and Forever 1)

Lana didn’t make it an easy shopping trip when she went with me to find the perfect, “pop the magic bean” outfit. Yes, Lana, everyone, yours truly. She and Kingston really are the perfect match. Foulmouthed and overly sexual.

I know it’s a bit over the top and probably a bit cheesy, but I’m as virgin as they come. So the only experience I’ve had, or rather the vision of what tonight should be like, is from romance novels and made-for-TV movies.

The girl always wears lingerie for the guy, and the guy eats that stuff up. I’ve never had a boyfriend—sure, I went on dates with boys who never even tried to put moves on me—but just like Trey, commitment did not fall into my itinerary. Even though he physically pushed relationships aside, I just didn’t have any. I was too busy with school and keeping Lana safe during her time with Joel. So, alas, no time for boys. So, you could say my perception of reality in the dating world is…select.

I think I’m qualified to believe what I see in movies and read in books, right? The hot guy knows what he’s doing, and the virgin is dressed up in some over the top, sexy getup. So cut yourself some slack, Shayla, you are going to do great!

I fixate on remembering this mantra and say it repeatedly when I start to feel the need to back out or call it off. He would never know. I could just toss the lingerie.

No, you are doing it this time.

Actually, what I need to do is silence the voices in my head. They’re too damn loud.

After he checks us in we make our way up to the room. Everyone else is meeting us here tomorrow, so Trey and I will be spending the first night alone, with zero interruptions. So, the perfect night to have sex is tonight.

The château is beautiful and our room is extravagant. Trey didn’t disappoint. The king-sized bed is filled with fluffy pillows and a gorgeous white blanket that looks like a cloud. Across the room is a built-in fireplace with a fifty-five inch screen TV that you can pull out of the wall and angle it to wherever you’re sitting in the room. The bathroom is huge with his and her sinks and a separate room for the toilet and Jacuzzi tub. The best part though, that showcases the winter paradise, is the wall of windows that open up to a beautiful view of the snowy mountains.

“Can we move here?” I ask, gazing out at the view. His arms wrap around my shoulders and he rests his chin on my head.

“It’s a completely different world here than it is in Seattle.”

I agree. Seattle is hustle and bustle, people, noise, and constant movement, but here in Utah, where we grew up, it’s calm, serene, and peaceful. It’s like pushing a restart button whenever I come home. I need it.

“I’m thinking we should get some dinner at the hotel restaurant and then we’ll come back here and relax. Put on a movie?” he says, swaying me back and forth while kissing the skin behind my ear.

“Yes, let’s.” I feel a shiver run up my spine when he bites my ear softly, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. Really, I could skip dinner and spend the night locked in this room with him, so that’s exactly what I intend to do. Gathering what little voice I can muster from being so turned on already, I softly say, “I want you, Trey.”

“I want you all the time, baby, it’s all I think about. Does my girl need some attention before we go?” He turns me around and his hands move from my waist and glide up my shirt, gently stroking my back. I don’t think he understood what I meant. I mean, yes, foreplay is our specialty and we have become very familiar with each other intimately that way, so we can start there tonight, but I want it all, everything.

“Trey, I’m…I’m ready to give myself to you.” He stops and the smile he was wearing vanishes from his face. We look at each other for what feels like decades before he speaks again.

“Babe, are you serious? I mean I would love to, but I don’t want you to feel pressured to do this.”

“You’ve never made me feel pressured, and yes, I’m ready. I’m ready for us to make love.” The air in the room grows thick, the energy between us palpable.

Wrapping his arms tightly around me, my feet leave the ground and our lips connect. It’s soft at first, almost like we’re barely touching. He pecks my lips repeatedly and then looks into my eyes. They’re leveled with his now that he lifted me up.

“I want you too, baby, but only if you’re sure.”

I concede with a nod. I know I don’t need to say anything more. Inside, I’m a mess. More than anything, I want to do this though. Even though I’m prepared, I’ve never had another man touch me the way that Trey has, and sex—sex is something completely different. You’re giving every part of yourself to this person, like you’re becoming one. Honestly, there’s no one else on this earth that I would want to give that part of me to, no one else I would want to experience that closeness with. Trey Joseph Adams is the man of my dreams and the keeper of my heart.

“I’m ready. I want this with you, Trey.” He smiles, bringing his perfect lips back onto mine. They’re soft and warm; they taste just like mints and Trey. It’s like alcohol, you crave the sweet taste and the harsh burn warms your insides. I know he’s being soft, being gentle with me because this is my first time. Trey is all male and I expect sex can be wild and feverish with him, but he wants me to be ready.

Our kiss turns from calm to heated and passionate fast; his tongue seeks entrance at the seam of my lips. Every inch of my body is overly sensitized by his effect on me; I can feel him on every part of my body. Without hesitating, I grant him access.

I remember the lingerie I bought for him and reality hits me like a ton of bricks. This moment is raw, we don’t need any lingerie, this isn’t a movie or a book, this is real life. I’m living in the here and now, so forget the lingerie. I’ll give that to him another night, right now I want to be ripped from my clothes and thrown down on the bed, writhing under Trey and taking every hard inch of him. Two souls connecting in raw realness, no expectations needed.

Our lips don’t part as he lays me on the bed gently, and when we do finally come up for air he takes his time, moving his hands down my long torso to the button of my jeans. Something about looking up at him while he is looking down at me is so sensual. We’re both aroused and needy, and knowing we both want this only intensifies that sensation.

I bite my lip as he pops the button of my jeans and lowers the zipper, the dragging sound so loud in the silent room. Our ragged breathing and moans making the room seem so small, like there isn’t enou

gh oxygen for our selfish mouths in the confined space.

Yanking the material at my waist, he slowly pulls them down my legs. Once they’re off, he leans down and his hands move up my sides under my top, taking it with him as he goes. Before I know it, he’s standing in front of the bed looking down at me. For the first time, I feel secure in myself and I feel beautiful. He doesn’t make me nervous…he makes me feel wanted.

“You are a fucking masterpiece, baby. I’m so far out of my league with you,” he says, rubbing his hand over his jaw, which is stubbled from the two-day car ride. “We have to go slow, baby, okay?” He drops to his knees, warning me or better yet preparing me that this is going to hurt. I bite my lip, thinking of the pain. Lana told me it’s not too bad, but Joel didn’t have quite the member on him that Trey does. I’ve touched and explored him in many different ways, so I know this will hurt, undoubtedly.

I feel my panties leaving my body and his soft lips kissing the inside of my thigh, it feels incredible. My back comes off the bed and I let out a small breath. “Trey…”