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SARAH

M y phone rings for the third time this morning. And for the third time this morning, I press the red dot on the screen with more force than necessary, effectively ending the incoming call. My mom is probably freaking out, realizing I’m not in Charleston for Thanksgiving. It’s been about three months since I last talked to my parents and it’s the longest time between our phone calls in existence. Until my mom learns to put me first, I have nothing to say to her.

My phone rings again. “Ugh! Give up already!”

“Blue, shouldn’t you answer that?”

I turn my furrowed brow to Riley who’s spread out on the couch. “No.”

“Okay,” he relents and turns his attention back to the parade that’s on the TV.

We woke up this morning and decided a walk around his neighborhood would be a good idea before we consume copious amounts of food. While this isn’t my first Thanksgiving with a significant other, this is the first one that I’m excited to celebrate. I finish drafting up my end of the year reports when my phone buzzes again. Looking at who’s calling, I ignore and then turn my phone on airplane mode.

Once Riley met my friends, Kamryn took it upon herself to give him everyone’s numbers in “case of an emergency” was the reasoning she told me.

My mind is no longer on work after those attempted calls, so I close my laptop and shuffle over to Riley on the couch. He taps his chest and I gracefully crawl onto the couch and lay on his body. He places a kiss on the top of my head before settling back down.

The steady rise and fall of his chest mixed with his classic leather scent makes me feel more at home than my current home does. And that’s a scary feeling because I made a vow to myself to never feel that again. But Riley has made himself out to be the exception.

“Would you ever visit back home?” Riley asks. The vibration of his question soothes me.

“Not if I had a choice,” I say and trace one of the tattoos on his arm. “Now that I’m here, I realize how tiny that place was. I felt almost suffocated. Being here gives me the chance to breathe…to explore. Like I can finally see what’s beyond the horizon.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

We watch the rest of the parade in silence. Riley runs his hands up and down my back in a comforting gesture. When the parade is done, he switches it to a Charlie Brown special.

I snort. “You’re such a child.”

“Just wait until Christmas time when that’s the only thing on the TV.”

“Is that your favorite holiday?” I ask and pop up, resting my chin on my hand still on his chest .

“Yeah. Now that I think about it,” Riley says. “What’s yours?”

“Probably New Year's Eve.”

“Why probably?”

“I think because most are afraid of the future. You know, the what’s to come. But I like it because everything I did in the past is just that. It’s in the past. We get 365 new days to begin again. We get 365 new days to start a new hobby. I think I just love the end of the year in general.”

“So you won’t be mad if I get us matching Christmas pajamas.”

“As long as you’re okay with all the gold and sparkly attire on New Year’s Eve.”

He holds his hand out. “Deal.”

“Deal,” I say and shake his offered hand. “What time do we have to be at your parents house?”

Riley holds his arm up and looks at the time. “Not for a few more hours.”

“Okay. I’ll just take a nap right here.” I tell him and slide my hands under his torso to get more comfortable.

He kisses me on the top of my head again and pulls one of the many throw blankets over me. The rise and fall of his chest lulls me into a quick nap.

“Wake up sleepyhead.” The light strokes on my arm are meant to wake me up but just put me further to sleep. “Would you wake up for an orgasm?”

“I thought you said we were going slow?” I ask through my still-sleepy state.

Riley nips at my neck. “Slow is overrated. ”

“Don’t tease me,” I mumble, finally coming out of my nap caused by Riley’s warm body.

His chest shakes with laughter. “Who said anything about teasing? Besides, I need to eat my appetizer before the main course.”

I lift my head and narrow my eyes. “Are you comparing me to a turkey?”

“Not at all,” he says teasingly. “Now get up here so I can kiss you.”

My legs fall to either side of Riley’s body and I slide up until I stop on his hardening cock. His drawstring pants do nothing to hide him and I feel every ridge of him. I can’t help my body’s reaction as I roll my hips over him. The flex in his jaw tells me he’s about to chastise me. But I stop his words when I press my lips to his. Soft and sure at first until Riley’s tongue licks at my bottom lip begging for entrance.

Kissing him feels like the first kiss every time. My breath catches and my heart skips a beat.

My hips grind down, causing Riley’s breath to stutter and our tongues to tangle. We’re all teeth and tongue as we battle to get closer. Riley shocks me by sitting up from the couch and moving us to his room. The sound of his door closing is not enough to break our focus. He climbs onto the bed and lays me in the middle. His cock rubs against my center and it takes my breath away.

Riley breaks the kiss and trails down my body. He pulls my sweatshirt off and places open-mouth kisses on my stomach. My sweats are yanked off my body and Riley settles between my spread legs.

“Watch me enjoy my appetizer.” He tells me before running his tongue up my slit. Riley closes his eyes and groans, almost as if he’s savoring me. “Delicious.” He holds my thighs down and spreads me open with his thumbs. My hips try to lift as he blows cool air on my exposed center but his arms lock me down. Riley is focused and determined as he eats me out. His thumb rubs at my clit as his tongue pushes inside my opening. He pulls back and watches my face as he slides two fingers into me and pumps slowly. Riley strokes my inner walls and rubs at that spot that takes my breath away. His thumb goes back to rubbing my clit and I gasp.

“Oh, f–fuck, Riley,” I whine out as he continues rubbing in tandem. My hands fist the sheets as I feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. Riley’s mouth replaces his fingers and my orgasm crashes over me as he suctions onto my clit and flutters his tongue over the nub. His fingers rub me through the shockwaves of what feels never-ending.

When my breathing returns to normal, Riley rips my sweatshirt off. His clothes soon follow and then he’s kissing his way up my body. He takes me with him as he falls to his back and I’m splayed across his body.

His tattooed body is a stark contrast against the bright white of his sheets. My eyes meet a sparkling sky blue and his lips curve up.

“I had my snack and now it’s time for the show. Ride me, Blue.”

Leaning down, I take his cock in my hand and rub it through my wetness. I tense when the head rubs over my clit. I rise up on my knees and line him up at my entrance. Slowly, I lower onto his length. I sigh out Riley’s name when I bottom out and I hold still to let myself adjust to him in this position. Tentatively, I rise up on my knees and fall back down. I know Riley is doing everything he can to hold back from taking over. My hands fall to the sides of his head and my hips lift and swivel over his cock. Our eyes lock when I hold my hips in place and clench around him .

“Fuck.” Riley whispers before taking my lips in a bruising kiss. Our position changes when he sits up, keeping me in his lap. We slowly rock into each other while keeping our lips fused together. My fingers glide through his hair and his hands roam down my back. In this position, it’s intimate. It’s no longer a quick fuck to get off. It’s more. It’s terrifying. Because somehow this blond hockey player I met almost a year ago, wormed his way into my heart. He knocked down every brick I layed and stacked to keep him and any guy out.

I break the kiss when I feel my orgasm building up and ready to release. Riley and I hold our stare and see the same thing mirrored back at me.

“I know, baby. But I need you to come.” Riley says and takes control, laying us back down as he strokes my orgasm out of me. I come and feel Riley’s pulsing cock and the warmth of his cum branding my pussy. He works us both through our high until the aftershocks are no more. With a kiss to the tip of my nose, Riley pulls out and falls to the side next to me.

It’s now that I know. With my chest heaving, skin sticky with sweat, and the realization that I’ve fallen in love with Riley Theodore Jones. That there's no going back. But I can only hope that he’s at the bottom to catch me if he’s not already there.