Page 46 of All This Time (Blossom Peak #1)

Tori comes up next to us, her cheeks flushed, presumably from the alcohol she’s consumed. She wraps her arms around Elliot’s waist, and looks up at him with pouty lips. “I don’t like the idea of women pinning your junk.”

He dips his mouth to hers, coaxing her lips open with his tongue, like we’re not all standing right here. The rest of us look away until he resurfaces. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re the only one that gets the real thing.”

Tori giggles. “Good.” The sound of ringing pulls her from their moment. When she retrieves her phone from her pocket, she groans.

Elliot’s jovial mood instantly sours. “Seriously? He can’t leave you alone for one night?”

“Let me just see what he wants.” Tori answers the phone and disappears down the hall.

Elliot drains the rest of his beer as I clear my throat. “Who was that?”

“Her fucking boss, man. I swear, he can’t fucking blink without her help. I can’t wait until she quits working for him.”

I pat him on the back. “Soon, man.”

“Yeah, I know.” Shaking off his irritation, he rubs his hands together, plastering his goofy smile back on his lips. “All right. Which one of you am I going to try to ‘pin’ first?”

Henley holds his hand out toward the games. “You’re going to participate in this?”

“Contrary to how I feel about your sister and her asinine ideas most days, I think this is one of her best.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that, or you’ll never live it down,” Henley says.

Elliot teeters his head back and forth. “Good point. Maybe I shouldn’t play.” Then he turns to me. “Are you gonna take a stab at this?”

“Fuck no.”

“Dear God, there’s more,” Henley mutters as Carolina comes waltzing into the room, pushing a rather large cake on a rolling cart before I can escape.

Stepping up to her, I peer at the cake. “Carolina, what the fuck is that?”

Smirking, she stops at the buffet table, lifting the cardboard slab from the cart and sliding it onto the table. “Ask Dilynne to explain. I’m just the delivery person.”

My head spins to find Dilynne tiptoeing over to the table. “Ah! It’s here!”

Laney steps up to the table, examining the cake as well. “Dilynne Marie Clark. You didn’t! You were just supposed to come up with a game.”

“Well, I got another idea and couldn’t resist.” Dilynne loses all composure as she grips her stomach, laughing above the noise of the room full of people. “Oh my God! Carolina, you just made all my dreams come true.”

Carolina takes a dramatic bow. “Glad to be of service. Y’all enjoy. And remember, there’s cream filling.” With a wink, she pushes her cart back out the way she came.

Rhonan shakes his head. “Cream filling. How appropriate.”

Elliot walks over to check out the cake for himself, but when he sees the penis-shaped cake with his and Tori’s pictures on the testicles, his smile from before evaporates.

“What the actual fuck?”

“Hey. This is for the ladies. At a bachelorette party, there would normally be a phallic-shaped cake. I just decided to make it special and put your faces on it.”

Elliot glares at Dilynne. “You’re deranged.”

“Well, if you didn’t want my input, you shouldn’t have invited me.” Peering around the room, she yells, “Who wants to cut the penis?”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I say, turning to the other guys. “Can someone watch Elliot and Dilynne, please? Especially when the knife comes out?”

“I’m on it,” Henley says.

As I head toward the hallway, I glance back to make sure Laney sees me. We make eye contact for the briefest moment and then I walk straight to the storage closet, stepping inside to wait for my girl.

Fuck, what is this woman doing to me?

Relationships have never been on my radar. Sure, there have been women to scratch an itch when necessary, but not one of those women ever made me feel or want the things that Laney does.

None of them have ever been her.

Despite what I may want to admit, I think I’ve always measured women against her, and that’s why none of them ever stuck—because they never were, and never could be Laney Hart.

I’m so fucking screwed.

A few moments later, a soft knock sounds on the door. “Fletcher?” Laney whispers. “It’s me.”

I fling the door open and pull her inside, shutting the door just as quickly. My mouth crashes to hers, hungry and unapologetic.

“You wore this dress to torture me tonight, didn’t you?” I mutter between nipping her lips.

She drags her nails down the back of my head. “Maybe.”

“Well, now you’re about to get fucked in this dress.”

She leans back. “Fletcher, we can’t.”

“Oh yes, we fucking can,” I say as I unbutton my slacks and shove them down along with my briefs. “Prop your leg on the shelf behind you.” Laney glances behind her and then moves back, lifting her heel-covered foot to the nearest shelf. “Now lift your dress and let me see that pussy.”

She licks her lips and holds my stare as she hikes the hem of her dress up slowly, baring herself to me.

And fuck, her obedience brings out my inner caveman even more than the sight of her glistening and ready for my cock.

This woman is normally ready for a fight.

But when she lets me take control, it’s such a fucking turn on.

I pump my cock in my hand. “This is gonna be fast and hard because we don’t have a lot of time, but if I don’t get inside you again, I’m going to fucking lose my mind.”

“Fletcher,” she moans as she reaches up and grips the shelving behind her.

“Every time you say my fucking name, Laney…it makes me want to brand you as mine.” I step up to her and drag the head of my cock through her slit. She’s already fucking soaked, so ready for me. When the head meets her clit, I swirl it around that little nub a few times.

“God, Fletcher. Please…”

“Already begging?”

“Yes. I need you.”

I cup the side of her face, line my cock up to her entrance, and push inside as I lock eyes with her and say, “I fucking need you too, Laney. You have no fucking idea how much.” When I meet her end in one smooth stroke, we groan simultaneously, but I reach up quickly and press my finger to her lips.

“You’ve got to be quiet, baby.” She nods against my finger as I withdraw from her and thrust forward again.

“Fucking hell, Laney. This pussy will be the death of me.”

She lets her head fall back as I pick up the pace. “Oh…” Thrust. “My…” Thrust. “God…” Thrust. Her moans and words just spur me on.

I wrap my hands around her wrists, pinning them to the shelves before finding her lips with my own, thrusting long and hard, shaking the shelving behind us, even though the last thing I should be doing is making more fucking noise.

“This party is insane,” Henley’s voice outside of the closet makes us both freeze.

“I know. Laney and Fletcher really outdid themselves,” Rhonan says next, which makes my heart beat even faster.

My cock is buried in his sister, and he’s out there singing my praises.

Fuck. I really am going to burn in hell.

“I wanted the four of us to play a game of blackjack, but I can’t find him,” Rhonan continues.

I lock eyes with Laney while I start thrusting in and out of her again, not even her brother’s voice stopping me from making this woman come on my cock.

Her breathing grows more shallow and small moans escape her lips as I pick up my pace, so I reach up and gently cover her mouth to stifle the noise.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” I whisper. She nods, eyes wild. “You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you, baby?” Her eyes widen as she sucks in her breath even faster. “Don’t fucking come.” My hand tightens slightly over her mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking come until I say you can.”

She whimpers, but all that does is make me want to fuck her harder.

God, this woman makes me crazy

All these years, she hated me because she thought I wanted that inconsequential girl instead of her.

If only she knew how hard it was to walk away from her that night.

I will spend the rest of my life apologizing for making her feel that way.

I can’t take my past actions back, but I can prove my feelings for her through my actions now, including fucking her as much as I can to make up for lost time.

My lips rest against her ear. “Do you fucking feel what you do to me, Laney? Do you feel how fucking hard you make me? Do you feel how slick your pussy is as I stuff you full of my cock? Do you feel every ounce of desire I’ve held for you pouring out of me as I fuck you?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s in the bathroom,” Henley says from beyond the door. “Come on, let’s get back to the party. I think Elliot is gonna try to pin the cuffs on your junk next.”

“Fucking Dilynne,” Rhonan groans and then the sound of their feet gets softer until I can’t hear them anymore.

Laney’s eyes are still locked on mine as I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. “Come for me, angel.”

With my hand still over her mouth, she falls apart as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I lift my hand and replace it with my mouth, swallowing her cries as I fuck her through it.

As soon as I know she’s done, I thrust a few more times and then spill myself inside her, my forehead resting on hers as my body twitches. “Jesus…fuck.”

“Fletcher…” Her forehead rests on my shoulder.

“You make me insane, Laney.”

She moves to shove me away once her post-orgasm haze dissipates, but I don’t budge. “My brother could have heard us.”

“But he didn’t.” Cupping her face, I pull out of her and then check her wrists as she puts her foot down. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” She brushes her hair from her face, her eyes still dilated. “I’m pretty sure that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, though.”

“Me too, baby.” Breathing out a sigh of relief, I slowly kiss her until my heart rate returns to normal. We get cleaned up as best we can and then I reach for the doorknob. “I’ll go out first.”

“Okay.”

“But Laney?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make any plans tomorrow night.”

One of her brows lifts. “And what’s happening tomorrow night?”

“You’re staying over at my place.”

She pops her hip to the side. “I am, am I?”

“Yeah, baby. You are. Because the next time we fuck, it’s going to be somewhere that you can scream as loud as you want.”

“Fletcher—” she starts, but I cut her off, cupping her face in my hands again.

“Don’t overthink this. Just feel it.” Placing my hand on the center of her chest, I plead with her the best way I know how.

I know she can’t deny what’s happening to us, but it doesn’t mean we have to label it right away either.

You’re kind of running out of time though, Fletcher.

I press one more kiss to her lips and then release her from my grasp. “I’ll see you back out there.”

Her voice comes out as a whisper. “Okay.”

Turning for the door, I flash her a wink before leaving her in the storage closet, even though that’s the last fucking thing that I want to do.

But when I close the door behind me, I run smack dab into Rhonan.

“There you are,” he says, his brows drawn together.

Clearing my throat, I struggle not to freak out. “Uh, yup. Here I am.”

“What were you doing in the storage closet?”

Quick, Fletcher. Think.

“Uh, Laney asked me to look for something, but it wasn’t in there.”

“Well, what did she need?”

I scratch the back of my head, trying to buy time. “You know what? I don’t even remember.”

Rhonan eyes me curiously. “You forgot what you were supposed to be looking for?”

“Yeah, I think my lack of sleep has finally caught up to me.” I force out a yawn.

“Okay then.” Rhonan pushes his shirt sleeves farther up his forearms. “Well, the boys want to play blackjack. You in?”

“Naturally.”

“Then let’s do it.” Rhonan motions me to follow him back to the party as I release the breath I was holding in. But as I do, I glance over my shoulder to the closet where I know Laney is still hiding.

Running into Rhonan just made the consequences of my actions more real.

I have to figure out how to make this work.

I need to figure out how to convince him that our pact was juvenile and doesn’t make sense anymore.

But more importantly, I need Laney to see what can be possible between us, because if she doesn’t want the same things as me, the rest doesn’t matter.