Page 37 of Entwined Hearts

I glide him back inside, my mouth making everything slick, and lose myself in the way he shudders, clenches the sheets, breathes.

And then he’s urging me farther up his body. I slide him from my mouth, my mind buzzing from wherever I had just drifted off, and watch him pull something from a small case set at the edge of the bed. My skin goes tingly when I see the square of foil. I watch him open it, then slide the condom on. Then he’s lifting my thigh over him so I’m straddling his chest. “Come here so I can taste you again,” he says, his voice a low growl.

What, like this?I want to ask in surprise. But he grips my hips and wriggles under me. I’m still trying to work through the mechanics of what he wants me to do when I feel his tongue.

My body shudders, and I have to grip the edge of the truck bed. I inhale a sharp breath. Having him in my mouth made me hungry to feel him inside me, but this…this…I realize… might be just as good. Maybe better.

The pleasure is intense, powerful. The muscles in my hips clench. I try to curl away from him, but he holds me tight. The pleasure builds again. “Colby!” I gasp. I watched him put that condom on, and I realize I’m not going to be satisfied until his cock makes me come.

He kisses down my inner thigh, then scoots back up. “Come here,” he says, then lifts me with one hand while the other guides him close. I feel his tip sink just inside. I shiver with how bad I want this. His eyes lock on mine as he slowly urges me down. My body is so ready for him that even though my instincts were right—he is bigger—he fills me perfectly.

I whimper as he gets all the way in and holds me there. As he starts to thrust, our lips touch. I kiss him back, my tongue swirling with his. He sets the pace with his hands on my hips, his grip firm. A delicious form of pleasure radiates from inside me as we move together, my hips rocking with his. He urges my shoulders back and takes my breast into his mouth. I place my hands flat on his chest and arch to him—the combination of him gliding inside me and his lips closing around me makes everything so sweet, so good. We start to move faster. Colby grazes the tip with the edge of his teeth. I cry out, my hands moving to squeeze his shoulders.

He pushes me all the way up and cups my breasts, teasing and stroking them while I squeeze him tightly inside me.

Colby watches me with his intense gaze. “You’re gonna come first, okay?”

I close my eyes as the pleasure spreads through me. It builds and builds, drawing everything tighter. I lean down to kiss him again, his firm tongue swirling with mine, and the memory of it on my slick folds starts to make me quiver. Our bodies moving like this—slow and sensual—starts to send me over the edge.

He exhales hard as if the exertion is getting to him. “Let me hear you let go, Anya,” he says, breathing faster.

Everything pulls in close, and I tense in anticipation. I climb, the pleasure expanding. My hips start to rock firmly against him, and he grips me even tighter.

“I want to hear those sexy little cries in my ear,” he whispers.

With a gasp, I feel everything break free. As he thrusts inside me, the pleasure explodes tenfold. He thrusts again and again, each time taking me higher, the pleasure releasing, sending me soaring. I clench my eyes shut and let the waves wash through me, spreading outward in ripples that hit every corner of my body. Everything feels heightened, intense. Even when I drift back down, the way he’s moving inside me still feels so good.

“Sit back up for me,” he says, his voice low and honeyed.

I rise and let him guide me. “That’s it, nice and deep, just like that,” he says, urging my hips down so I feel him stretch every inch of me.

He closes his eyes. I watch his biceps flex with the exertion of moving me so firmly, and it’s so sexy he’s asking me to give him what feels good. As if this is something natural even though nobody has ever talked to me like this before. Since when do I make this much noise? Since when do I like having a cock in my mouth?

Is this why girls seem to flock to him like bees to nectar?

I let that thought fade away because I’ve already told myself not to think about Colby’s reputation. Even though I could be headed for the biggest disaster of my life, especially if this ends up being casual for him. I won’t think about that now.

Colby’s face is tense with desire, and his arms are moving me faster. I rock with him, squeezing him, wanting to make him feel good after all the gifts he’s given me. I feel him harden even more. His face twists in anguish as he tugs me down firmly, releasing a sexy groan. Again and again, he thrusts deep inside me while a half-cry, half-grunt leaves his lips until he holds me there, pulsing, and his thighs start to tremble. Breathing hard, he pulls me to his chest and wraps his arms around me. Against my cheek, I feel the thumping staccato of his heart.

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Iwake with the pre-dawn light softening the shadows. Colby’s warmth has burned like a heater all night, so even though I’ve slept without my usual layers, I’ve been comfortable. Surprisingly so given how much that’s changed. I think back to when I realized something was happening between us, but it’s a blur. Even though I can visualize the moment he kissed me, it becomes clear that many other moments led us here. It dawns on me I’ve had feelings for him since that summer in Yosemite.Of course you have, I scold.

I sigh in frustration.

Does this mean I never really loved Jake?

Before yesterday, deep down, I had hoped he’d come back. But seeing him with someone else changed that, and everything hurts all over again. How could he be so careless?I still need him as a friend, I think as my head starts to pound.

I roll into Colby. Draping my hand over his chest, I listen to his slow, relaxed breaths. And then I close my eyes and wonder what the hell I’m doing.

Last night might have been the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me. But won’t this jeopardize Dragen’s Tarn? I’m in unfamiliar territory because I’ve never just slept with someone before, without talking about it. Without dating. Though I didn’t date at all as a teen. I was too busy trying to earn my father’s praise. And when that failed, the relationships I entered after that were disastrous. So I’m not exactly an expert in any of this.

What will my friends say?

What will Jake say? My stomach does a slow, nauseous roll.

And then I wonder if what happened between Colby and me will even matter because it might have already ended. I lay there in anguish, my stomach in knots.

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