Page 48 of All This Time (Blossom Peak #1)

Laney

Face Down, Ass Up

I have to be dreaming. There’s no way that I’m straddling Fletcher Adams in a hot tub and he’s telling me that he wants a future with me.

But is that what I want?

“You have no idea what you do to me, Laney Hart. No fucking clue.”

Before I can get another word out, Fletcher crushes his mouth to mine, pulling our bodies together so tightly that no space exists between us.

When our lips touch, I swear I can see fireworks and heat blooms all over my skin. My hands are shaking as I bury them in his hair and drag my nails down his neck, extracting a groan from him that ignites even more heat between my legs.

He grips my hip possessively with one hand as he buries the other in my hair, holding me to him, guiding me to tip my head to the side as his tongue passes over my lips, beckoning me to open up to him. When our tongues touch, we moan simultaneously and then I gasp for air on a shaky breath.

Fletcher spins us around, pushing me against the side of the hot tub, pinning me there with his hips and his cock—his long, hard length that I’ve felt before, but not like this.

Not full of this need and intent, not this laced with passion and consumption that makes me want to freeze this moment in time and never leave this house.

Because beyond this bubble is the real world with real problems I’m not ready to face.

Fletcher Adams is kissing me, claiming me, owning me—and it’s better than I ever imagined.

“Fucking hell, Laney,” he mumbles against my lips, lifting me by my hips and setting me on the ledge.

“Don’t stop kissing me.”

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m going to.

” We claw and pull at each other, trying to get closer.

Our kisses become deeper and sloppier before Fletcher starts to slow things down.

He trails his fingers up and down my arms, pressing soft kisses to my lips now—teasing and torturing me before finally leaning back and staring down at me as I open my eyes.

“Laney Hart…” he whispers, stroking his thumb along my jaw.

My heart is bursting with so many emotions that it’s hard to pinpoint if what I feel is excitement or fear. Nonetheless, Fletcher asked me for a chance and if I don’t let us figure out what’s between us, then that will be a regret I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life.

“We need to get inside—now,” he says, command in his voice. “I need you naked.”

He helps me stand and then climbs out after me, adjusting himself in his swim trunks before leading me back inside the cabin and to his room.

We step into the bathroom where he turns on the shower to let it heat up, and then he’s back on me, pulling on the strings of my bathing suit top before tossing it to the floor.

When his mouth closes over my nipple, I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says as his tongue laps at my nipple.

I bury my hands in his hair as he moves to my other breast. “Your mouth…”

“What about my mouth?”

“Your tongue, your words…” I moan again as he drags my nipple through his teeth.

When he lifts his head, the look in his eyes tells me I was powerless to fight my feelings for this man.

I thought I was in control, I thought I could protect my heart.

But Fletcher’s blue eyes have always unnerved me, and right now, I know that I don’t ever want another day to pass where I don’t get to look at them from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep.

We owe it to ourselves to try to figure this out.

“Get naked.” His voice is low, commanding. And I don’t hesitate. I hold his stare as I push down my swim bottoms and he unties his board shorts, revealing his cock to me.

I lick my lips as my mouth starts to water. God, I want to taste him.

He leads me by the hand into the shower, pulling me under the water with him as the spray rains down on us. “I’ve got to get us clean before I dirty you up again.”

I crack a smile. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, I like you a little dirty, though.” He pushes my hair from my face. “There’s so many ways I want to fuck you, Laney Hart.”

I push him against the wall behind us so the water hits my back. ““Well, I think it’s my turn to live out a fantasy.”

He watches as I fall to my knees. “Jesus, angel.”

Reaching for his cock, I lick him from the base all the way to the head, swirling my tongue around his tip.

I look up at him. “Put your hands behind you on the wall.”

He smirks, tipping my chin up with his fingers. “You can’t tell me what to do,” he says, throwing my own words back at me.

“Really?” I fire back. “What if I said that I bet I can make you come in less than three minutes?”

Fletcher groans as he tips his head back. “Fuck, I can’t wait to find out if that’s true.” I swirl my tongue around his head again before drawing him into my mouth, taking him as far back as I can before I gag. “Gag on my cock like that again and I’m definitely going to come fast.”

He reaches to cup my chin, but I pull him out of my mouth. “Hands behind you, Fletcher.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I get back to work, taking him in long, slow drags, passing my tongue down his entire length, gagging every time he hits the back of my throat. And when I see him fight to take in air, I reach down and cup his balls in my hand, rolling them gently.

“Fuck!”

This man—this professional athlete with strength that rivals most men—is about to come apart at the seams and I’ve never felt more powerful.

Me. Laney Hart.

I think I might come from this experience too.

I release his balls and move my hand to my clit as I continue to pull him in and out of my mouth.

“Goddamn. Yes, baby. Touch that clit. Make yourself come as I come down your throat.”

With a few more passes of my mouth and hand, Fletcher and I break at the same time.

I moan around his cock as my orgasm slams into me and his cum hits my tongue.

His hand fists in my hair, holding me still as he empties himself in my mouth, and when the last drop leaves his cock, I swallow as he pulls me up from the floor and crushes his mouth to mine.

“You just fucking ruined me,” he mumbles against my lips, spinning me around and pressing me against the wall, reaching between my legs to find me dripping. “Fuck, you enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “But I want more.”

“Oh, I’m going to give it to you.” Fletcher quickly washes us both and then dries me off. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Ass up, head down.”

His commands make my entire body heat up and sparks of electricity travel down to the tips of my toes. I do exactly as he says, waiting in my position in the middle of the bed, growing needier for him with each passing second.

I feel him enter the room before I see him.

“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now—ass in the air, pussy wet and glistening, begging for my cock.”

“Fletcher…” I gasp. “Fuck me, please.”

His knees hit the bed. A beat later, I feel the hot swipe of his tongue along my slit before he flicks it lower, teasing my asshole. My breath catches as heat flares between my legs.

“God, I want to ruin you,” he practically growls.

“Then give me your cock, Fletcher. Please…”

He rubs my ass before smacking it gently. “Fuck, hearing you beg…it’s making me even harder.”

“Show me,” I plead. “Own me, Fletcher.”

He crawls onto the bed fully now, leaning over my back so his lips can meet my neck. “You already own me, Laney.”

He teases my opening with his cock, pushing just an inch inside. “God, yes…” But then he pulls right back out. “No…”

“Patience, baby.” He smacks my ass again. “You’ll get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you.”

“I’m ready now,” I whine, growing wetter the longer he leaves me here in this position, knowing he’s right behind me, so close and yet denying us both what we want.

He leans down and bites my shoulder blade, making me gasp.

Growing more frustrated by the second, I reach down between my legs and start playing with my clit.

I only get a few strokes in before he grabs both of my wrists and pins my hands behind me.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”

“God, Fletcher. Please. I’m trembling.”

With one hand holding my wrists behind my back and the other gripping my hips, he says, “Good. Then you’re ready.”

And then he slams into me.

“Fuck!” I scream as he pounds into me hard and fast, smacking my ass with his free hand. “God, yes. More.”

“I will never get enough of this, angel. Fuck, you should see the way this pussy takes me. So fucking wet, so greedy, so tight.”

I scream each time he bottoms out and then he wraps both of his hands around my wrists and pulls me up from the bed so my back hits his chest. His legs widen beneath me as he continues to pound into me.

Reaching around my waist now with one hand, he finds my clit and rubs it softly.

“Come all over my cock, Laney. Fucking soak the sheets.”

“Fletcher!” I scream before my orgasm rips through my body. A few seconds later he finds his release, spilling every drop of his cum inside me.

He releases my wrists and wraps his arms around me, avoiding my insulin pump.

“Goddamn,” he breathes out.

“That was…”

He pulls out of me, flips me onto my back, and hovers over my face, propping himself up on the bed. I feel his fingers part me as he moves his cum around my pussy. “I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you. I still can’t believe we’re here like this…together.” His voice comes out low and shaky.

“Me either.” My heart is pounding, but not just from the physical exertion.

Fletcher has told me everything I’ve wanted to hear from him for so long—I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it. And until I do, I’d rather say nothing at all.

***

“Is that a hickey?” Dilynne asks when she gets in my car.

I reach up to cover the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. “No…”

“It is! Jesus. Is Fletcher insane? Anyone with eyes and half a brain would know what that is.”