Page 23 of It Happened Back Then (Nilsson Family #3)

S he holds my stare, and I wait for her to make a move. My body is vibrating right now, my skin feels like it’s on fire, and I clench my fists tight. My heart is beating fast in my chest and I’m beginning to sweat.

The feelings Blossom makes me feel are unlike anything I’ve ever known. And the longer she sits here looking at me, the worse it gets. Being with Savannah today and Blossom tonight, my mind is reeling. I could have had Savannah. She was more than willing, and I know that was her plan at lunch.

But Blossom is always in my head. I need her. I need to feel her, and I need her to want me just as bad. And if she could just make a move, let me in, I’d feel better.

But she doesn’t, she never does. Not fully.

That’s the difference between them. Savannah offers herself without hesitation, no walls, no second-guessing.

It’s predictable; but as we went along in our relationship, I realized that's how Savannah controls situations, with her body, her looks. You may not like what she’s saying but she blinds you to the real focus and has you seeing things from her perspective whether you agree or not.

But Blossom? Blossom is chaos wrapped in comfort.

She pulls me in with a glance and pushes me away with a smile.

And yet I keep coming back for more. No matter how far I get, I always come back.

I shouldn’t want her like this, not when she keeps me at arm’s length.

But I haven’t learned from the time we were ten-year-old kids to right now.

I’m caught between choosing what’s easy or choosing the fight, between choosing to ride the wave or choosing to set my world on fire.

And I know exactly how I want to burn.

“Bloss–”

My words are lost as she leans in and takes my lips.

Soft at first, tentative, like she’s afraid I’ll push her away.

I kiss her back, but I don’t touch her until she climbs onto my lap.

With her hands on my shoulders, she straddles me and continues our kiss.

I smooth my hands over her ass before running my fingers across the waistband of her shorts, teasing the skin on her back.

And I’m lost. Completely lost to her, my body igniting in flames, but I’m burning exactly how I want.

“Bennett,” she breathes, her body slowly rolling over mine. I’m so hard it hurts, and the feel of her against me is the only thing keeping me grounded, but just barely. She pulls back, tucking her hair behind her ear with a shy smile.

“The hold up is me,” she says softly, tapping her temple. “It’s all up here.” Her smile fades as she drops her gaze.

“Hey,” I say gently. “Talk to me.”

She licks her lips, worrying them with her teeth like she’s weighing her words, but nothing comes. Instead, she leans in and kisses me again, and I know she’s trying to distract me from whatever the real reason or fear is behind her indecision all this time .

“I forgot how good of a kisser you were,” she whispers against my lips.

My hands slide under her t-shirt, tracing the lines of her back as her hips move against me again.

I want to push her to open up, to say what she’s really thinking, but I’m completely undone by the way she feels and by how much I still want her.

And the only way for us to get there is to let the physical take over.

“Let me remind you,” I murmur, kissing her deeper. My tongue brushes hers as my hands explore her back until I pause, realizing something. I laugh against her lips. “How did I miss this?” My fingers glide over her bare skin. “Where’s your bra?”

“You just noticed?” She shakes her head, teasing me. “Guess you weren’t looking hard enough.”

“I’m always fucking looking, but you were picking a fight with me.” We kiss again, my hands drifting up her back to her shoulders, cradling her to me, before running them down her ribs, to her stomach. She giggles and squirms on my lap, and my hips punch up, seeking more.

My hands explore every inch of her, gliding down her thighs, squeezing her ass, kneading her like I’ve been starved for her.

She rides me without shame, each pass over me harder than the last, and I lean my head back against the couch, watching the way her breasts bounce beneath her shirt.

I reach up, brushing my fingers over her nipples, hard and straining through the fabric.

Her head tips to the side as a moan slips out when I pinch and play with her.

“Bennett…” she breathes, lifting her arms above her head, inviting me to take control.

I grab the collar of my shirt and yank it over my head, then pull hers off in one smooth motion. Her breasts are full, her pink nipples practically begging for my mouth. I take one in, sucking slowly while kneading the other, and she presses my head closer to her chest.

“Fuck, Peach.” I flick her nipple with my tongue, then gently graze it with my teeth. She gasps, grinding down on me harder. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about this? About you?”

She leans in, kisses the tip of my nose, and smiles. “Not as much as I’ve dreamed about you.” My heart explodes hearing her words. Her fingers trail along my hairline, then down my chest before she pulls away and stands between my legs.

I groan as I grip myself, easing the pressure, watching her slowly shimmy out of her shorts.

My breath catches when she sinks to her knees, her hands gliding up my thighs until she reaches the waistband of my jeans.

She unbuttons them, pulls them down along with my boxers, leaving me sitting with my hard dick jutting straight out.

She bites her bottom lip, eyes flicking between my face and my cock in her hand.

“Taste me, Peach,” I say, my voice rough with need. “I know you want to.”

She leans forward, taking me into her hot mouth, and my head falls back against the couch again. I revel in her tongue sweeping over my head, her tight grip on my shaft, and her hair brushing my thighs. I reach out, wrapping some of her hair in my fist as she starts to bob up and down on me.

“That’s it. Oh, god that’s it.”

She hums as I sit forward on the couch, and it vibrates through my cock. “Keep going.” I spit on my fingers and run my hand through her ass crack. Her hips sway and I give her a spank.

“Oh!” She pulls off me and looks at me with wide eyes and I chuckle.

“Something wrong?” I ask, and she shakes her head and continues to stroke me. “I’ll remind you again I'm not that teenager anymore, Blossom.” She bites at her bottom lip, and I reach out to soothe it. “Are you okay with this?”

She nods, rising to her knees, and kisses me before crawling back into my lap. “Let’s see what you’ve learned,” she says in challenge. But when I pull her to me, she resists for the slightest moment, eyes going wide. “Condoms. Do you have any?”

I nod, holding her stare. “I do,” I say cautiously. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. “I’ve been carrying a couple with me.”

She watches me as I reach for my jeans, taking out my wallet, and she looks scared all over again.

She didn’t even look like this our first time together.

I open the wrapper and roll the condom on while she watches my every move.

I pull her to my lap and kiss her gently.

It seems to pull her from wherever she had just gone.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” she says as she takes hold of my cock, teasing her entrance with it. I’m lost in lust, and if I think with the right head right now, I know I should slow this down. So, I say, “Take me how you need me. I’m letting you control this part.”

She nods as her eyes hold mine, suddenly looking vulnerable. They plead with me not to hurt her, and not physically but emotionally. They plead with me that this time is different, that this time it can be real and forever.

I pull her close, knowing there is more weighing on her mind. I soothe her by saying, “I’m here with you, Peach. We’re okay. We’re going to be okay.” I hug her, inhaling her scent and kissing her deep, trying to relay my love for her without saying the words. I don’t want to scare her.

With a new resolve, her body begins to move surely and her eyes sparkle. She takes me in her hand once again and rises to her knees over me, slowly sinking onto me. Our breaths tangle as she takes me inside her body.

“Fuck,” I whisper, not looking away from her eyes. “You feel so good.”

“So do you.”

She takes all of me, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. My hands grip her thighs as she starts to move faster, her rhythm steady and hypnotic. Her breasts bounce with each motion, and I lean forward, taking one into my mouth, matching the pace of her movements with the pull of my lips.

I wrap my arms around her waist and thrust up into her, her moans fueling every bit of desire inside me.

“You’ve definitely gotten better at this since we were teenagers,” she teases, bracing her hands on my legs behind her. I lick my thumb and press it to her clit, and her head falls back with a sharp gasp, her body trembling above me.

“Let me get you off first, then we’ll see how good I am.”

She laughs, raising her hands over her head again. I hold her close and inch to the edge of the couch before picking her up and spinning her to her back. I fall down with her, still inside her, her dark hair fanned out on the cushion.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I thrust into her, one knee on the couch, the other leg firmly planted on the floor. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and she grabs onto my forearms for leverage, rocking her hips in time with mine.

“I’m close, Bennett. Touch me again,” she whimpers and arches her back. I pinch her nipple, rolling it with my thumb and forefinger before doing the same with her clit.

“Go ahead, Peach. I can feel you tightening around me.” I grip her breast again, my rhythm picking up. “Take me with you.”

She throws her hands above her head, reaching for the arm of the couch. “Oh god, I’m coming,.”

“Look at me, Peach.” Her eyes open, wide and dazed, as she cries out my name again. Her body clenches around me, and two more thrusts is all it takes before I’m right there with her.

She keeps moving her hips against me, her body trembling and shaking with aftershocks, then suddenly bursts into laughter. Still breathless, she pulls me down into her, kissing me through her smile.

“Oh, I needed that,” she says, grinning against my lips. “That was so good.”

“And now I finally know how you look when I make you come,” I chuckle, still hard inside her. “We’re doing that again before I leave tonight.”

“You're damn right we are.”

I kiss her once more, not believing I finally have Blossom with me again.

I pull out, tying off the condom, dropping it to the ground, and rolling her to her side before wedging myself between her and the back of the couch, wrapping her in my arms. My dick lays nestled against her ass, one hand cups her breast while my other hand drifts up and down her thigh.

“See what we’ve been missing all these years? Too bad you were so stubborn.”

“Me!” she yells, faux outraged, and I hold her tighter and laugh.

“Yes, you. We could have been friends with benefits all along.” I laugh loud as she struggles against me, trying to slap at me. I let her turn over and face me before pulling her in close again.

“I don't know about you, but I don’t move like that with friends.”

I sigh and the weight of her words hits us both.

We were never going to be just friends. She pushed away, I tried to pull her close, but with every look, every touch, every time our fingers brushed too long, or our conversations drifted too deep, it was clear to me.

There’s always been something between us, building since we were kids, breaking as teens, and waiting as adults to let it happen.

And now, we’re here. There’s no going back to pretending.

Not after this. As teenagers, we didn’t know any better, but after being with others?

I know for a fact there will never be anyone that fits me like Blossom.