Page 27 of All This Time (Blossom Peak #1)

Fletcher

Jealousy and an Orgasm

Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert, but that’s what being near Laney does to me, what she’s always done to me.

When Henley suggested we go out tonight to blow off some steam, I never imagined we would run into Laney and her friends.

I spotted Dilynne first, actually. And since I know those two rarely go anywhere without the other, it only took a few more minutes to find the woman that’s made the past few days difficult to get through.

“What makes you think you’re the better option?” she asks, her voice a purr above the music playing around us.

“Because making you come is all I’ve thought about since you uttered those words,” I admit.

She twists her head so our eyes connect, but she doesn’t say anything.

I trail my fingers from her wrist to her forearm, moving them across her shoulder before teasing her neck.

“If you were mine, Laney, every man in this place would know it.”

“Fletcher…” she mewls as she pushes her ass back into me. And I know she has to be able to feel how fucking hard I am right now, but I honestly don’t give a shit.

Holding her, touching her like this—it’s years of repressed need flowing out of me all at once.

“If you were mine, I’d make sure that every orgasm was better than the last.”

Her free arm moves behind my neck, allowing me to drag my nose up the column of her throat while we continue to sway to the music.

“And if you were mine, I’d need to watch you come so badly that I’d find a place in this bar where we could be alone, just so I could watch you fall apart from my touch.” Her entire body shudders and my dick twitches.

Neither of us speak for so long, I wonder if she’s even aware that we’re still dancing, and the people around us are starting to stare.

I wore my hat tonight in an attempt to avoid attention, but all it takes is one fan to spot me, and then there’s no dodging the chaos.

Just when I’m about to pull us off the dance floor, Laney says something that makes me freeze where I stand. “Show me,” she says, weaving her fingers through mine where they’re wrapped around her hips.

“What?”

She turns her face toward me again, and her eyes are filled with a desire I don’t think I’ve ever seen from her before. “Show me, Fletcher. Show me what it’s like to be touched like that.”

A match is lit within me, but I stand there for a moment, making sure I’m hearing her correctly. “Laney, I—”

“Either prove it to me, or walk away,” she says, cutting me off, her eyes darkened and penetrating mine with a command I can’t deny.

And in that moment, I know there’s no turning back.

Laney Hart just gave me permission to make her come, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.

“Fuck it.” Grabbing her empty drink from her hand, I weave our fingers together and pull her behind me, off the dance floor and away from prying eyes.

Keeping my head down to cover my face as much as possible with the bill of my hat, I move toward the back corner of the bar where I know there’s a hallway we can duck into for a few moments.

Laney’s grip on me tightens as I lead her through the crowd, her desperation confirmed in her touch. As soon as the hallway is within reach, I walk up to the bouncer guarding the entrance.

“This area is closed,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest and widening his stance.

I pull my wallet from my back pocket, hold out a wad of cash in front of his face, and arch a brow at him. “Is it, though?”

He takes the cash from my hand and unclips the rope, allowing us to pass by him. “Take your time.”

“Thank you.”

“Fletcher,” Laney says behind me. “Fletcher?”

Once I reach the end of the hallway where barely any light remains, I spin Laney so her back is to my chest and plant her hands above her on the wall. Her breathing quickens, but I stand there, holding her hands to the wall while pressing my body against hers.

“You know we shouldn’t be doing this,” I mutter against her ear.

“I know, but I’m getting really tired of being told what I shouldn’t do.”

“Me too, baby.” My grip on her wrists tightens as I thrust my erection against her back, letting her feel how fucking hard I am. “Now, you’re going to listen to everything I say to you, do you understand?” She nods, but I need to hear her. “Use your words, angel.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re sure that you want this?”

“Yes,” she answers again, her chest heaving as she struggles to take in air.

Moving her hands closer together so I can hold them with only one of mine, I drag my nose up the side of her neck.

Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, she’s wearing a white tank top that shows a sliver of her tan stomach, and the little denim skirt she has on is making me even harder while I imagine just what’s underneath it.

“Fuck, Laney.” I nip at her skin. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

“Then make it real. Make me come, Fletcher,” she whispers while pushing her ass into my crotch.

With my free hand on the button of her skirt, I pop it open, pull down the zipper slowly, and then tease the top of her underwear with my finger before pulling it away from exactly where she wants me.

“Ugh…”

“Patience, baby.”

“Three years, Fletcher. Remember?”

“I told you, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.

” I bring my hand to her chest, dragging my thumb across her pebbled nipples, loving how she lets out soft little whimpers with each pass.

My gaze is locked on the rise and fall of her chest and the part in her lips as her eyelashes flutter closed.

Moving my hand back down, I skim my fingertips across her stomach, loving how her skin breaks out in goosebumps, before slowly dipping my index finger beneath the fabric of her underwear again, just far enough that I can feel her slit and discover how fucking soaked she is. “Jesus, Laney…”

“Don’t stop. Please.”

I dip my finger lower, parting her to find her clit swollen and needy. Softly, I move the tip of my finger around her bundle of nerves, slowly and with just enough pressure to build her up, but definitely not as much as she needs.

Her hand starts slipping on the wall. “Oh God…”

I lift it and put it back in place with the other one, holding them together tighter in my hand this time while my finger slides down further to find her entrance, teasing her by just inserting the tip.

“Hands stay on the wall,” I command.

“But…”

I move my lips right next to her ear. “Hands on the wall or I stop, Laney. You decide.”

She closes her eyes, groans in frustration, and then leans her head back on my shoulder, sighing as I move my finger just a few inches deeper inside of her. “Fine.”

“Attagirl.” Pulling my finger back up to her clit, I use two fingers this time to circle the bud, moving her arousal around as her hips start to move along with the motion. “So needy, aren’t you?”

“Yes…”

“How’s the pressure?”

“Perfect,” she sighs.

Sliding my fingers back down to her entrance, I push both inside of her now, slowly and as best I can due to the confines of the denim fabric of her skirt and her underwear. But I’m determined to make this woman break for me, and nothing is going to stop me at this point.

“I need my other hand, Laney. Are you gonna keep yours on the wall like I told you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good girl.”

Removing my hand from her pussy and releasing her wrists, I slip my hand under her thigh and lift her left leg up, pushing her body forward slightly and her skirt up over her ass so that I can access all of her now. “Keep your hands on the wall.”

“Fletcher, I…”

“You’re gonna come for me like this, Laney. You’re going to ride my fingers and show me how needy your pussy is for this release, how fucking much you want me to finger fuck you and make you come. Understood?”

“Yes.” Her head falls back on my shoulder again as I keep her open to me. I move her underwear to the side and slide my fingers back inside her wet cunt, loving how wet she is as I move my fingers in and out of her.

She moans. “Oh God…”

“Your pussy is dripping on my fingers, angel. I can’t wait to lick my fucking fingers clean and taste you.

” Her moans get louder, but the music in the bar drowns them out.

Her walls grow tighter and her breathing shallower as one of my hands continues to fuck her, and the other is rubbing her clit, making sure that her buildup is slow and deliberate.

But when I feel her clench around me, I know she’s almost there. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she cries.

Applying a bit more pressure so I can get her to break, I listen for her cues so I know when she’s about to detonate.

Laney’s nails dig into the wall, sliding down as her hips rock forward against my hand, but I keep her leg up, her pussy open for me as I curl my fingers deep inside of her, thrusting and stretching her open while applying pressure where she needs it.

“Oh fuck!”

“Come for me, Laney.” My fingers keep moving rapidly over her clit. “Let me see you fall apart.”

“Fletcher…I…” But her words die on the tremor that rips through her body, her moans echoing in the hall around us. She rides my hand, taking every last ounce of pleasure as I continue to rub her clit and slide my fingers in and out of her, her arousal dripping all the way down my wrist to my elbow.

Fucking perfect.

When her body finally goes slack, I catch her in my arms as her hands leave the wall and she leans back against me. Slowly, I drop her leg down, situate her skirt back in place, lifting the zipper and re-buttoning it before planting a kiss right at the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder.

Before she turns around, I line my lips up to her ear. “That’s how it feels to be touched by a real man, angel. And if you find that you need more, I’m more than willing to give it to you.”

Taking a step back, I adjust my cock in my jeans, knowing that the pain I’ll feel while waiting to release my own tension at home is worth it just from getting to experience Laney Hart climaxing on my fingers.

I can only hope that next time, it’ll be on my tongue or my cock.

There shouldn’t be a next time, Fletcher.

Oh, but there will be.

I lift my hand to my mouth and lick it clean. “Fucking delicious, just like I knew you’d be.”

“I—I need to get back to my friends,” she says, her voice shaky.

“Probably a good idea.”

“Uh huh.” She straightens her spine, turns and walks down the hallway, back the way we entered, never meeting my eyes before she leaves.

Reaching up to readjust my hat, I wait a few minutes before exiting the hallway myself.

My eyes scour the space, looking for Laney even though I know that I shouldn’t. But before I can spot her, Henley makes his way over to me. “Dude…where the fuck did you go? I was giving the bartender our order, and when I turned around, you were gone.”

“I—I thought I saw someone I knew, so I went to check.”

Henley eyes me curiously as he tips his beer bottle to his lips. “Okay…”

“You wanna get out of here?” I turn to meet his gaze.

“We just got here.”

“Yeah, but it’s loud and I got bombarded in the restroom when I went in to take a piss.

I’m really not in the mood to be rushed by fans.

” The lie feels dirty coming from my lips because I never take my fans and my job for granted, but I need to get out of here before I find Laney and fuck her up against that wall this time.

Not gonna lie—part of me is curious if she’d let me.

Fuck, I’m unraveling the longer I stand here, and the last thing I need to do is tell Henley what the hell just happened. Before I talk to anyone about the waves of emotions and lust rolling through me, I need to talk to Laney about what this means.

“Fine.” Henley drains the rest of his beer. “It is loud as fuck in here, but that’s the only reason I’m leaving. A redhead was eyeing me earlier and I had every intention of taking her home tonight.”

“Sorry to be a cock block.”

“I’ll survive.” Henley follows me closely as we make our way toward the exit. “Funny how we used to enjoy this shit a few years ago, huh?”

“Well, we are in our thirties. Now, a good time is music low enough I can talk over, going to bed at a reasonable hour, and not waking up with a hangover the next day.”

Henley eyes me from the side. “You sound like Chandler from that episode of Friends when the boys realize they’re too old to party anymore.”

When the cool air hits us as we walk through the front door of the bar, I chuckle. “Hate to break it to you, man, but I relate to that episode more and more every day.”

“This is just sad. Are you gonna be in bed by ten the night of the bachelor party then?” he asks as we head out to my truck. We had to park far away since this place is packed.

“Depends on how the night goes.”

I pull my phone from my pocket as we continue walking, bringing up my text thread with Laney.

Me: How are you getting home?

She responds almost instantly.

Laney: Claudia. She isn’t drinking.

Me: Good. Be safe.

Laney: *rolling eye emoji*

Me: And Laney?

Laney: What?

Me: I certainly hope that orgasm was better than the cake.

Laughing, I listen to Henley drone on about me being an old man now before we hop inside my truck.

But I barely pay attention to anything else he says because as I drive us both back to Blossom Peak, the only thing on my mind is what it felt like touching, listening to, and seeing Laney come apart in my arms.

And as I grip the wheel, her scent still lingering on my fingers, one thing becomes crystal clear.

That was not a one-time thing.

Not even close.