it was me
it was you
it was us
Avery
“Your hand is going to match my face,” I note and look up from his bare, chiseled chest into his eyes. I love his bulky frame that started from his boxing days and how he keeps up his training to stay in shape.
Standing in my bedroom, Link has my bubblegum pink, fluffy towel wrapped low around his waist and I’m in my warmest bathrobe. I was covered in goosebumps by the time we made it back to my apartment and I sent Link to my bathroom after shoving a stack of towels at him. I went to my bedroom and peeled off my dripping pajamas, put on a dry pair of panties and a robe before calling for him to come to me so I could put something on his cuts.
“Fucking kills me he put a mark on you.” He pulls his hands out of mine to wrap his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest. He puts his lips to the top of my head. “Are you tired?”
I nod against his skin and sink into him. “It’s been the longest day.”
He steps back and pulls me with him until we’re both settled in my small bed. Still wrapped in his towel and me in my robe, he flips the blankets over us and as he’s done the last few nights when he’s come to my bed, he hogs most of it as he holds me tight.
I don’t say anything, just allow myself to relax into the warmth of his body as he pulls his fingers through my wet hair.
“Avery?”
“Hmm?” I hum against the skin of his neck and finally allow my body to relax for the first time since I was attacked.
He whispers into the side of my head, “Why didn’t you tell the campus police what really happened? You told everyone it was random.”
I shrug and free my leg from my robe to entwine with his. “I don’t really know.”
“We need to tell them what happened. Right now they’re looking for a needle in a haystack when they could have strong leads. I can point them in the right direction.”
I nod and mumble through my tired haze, “Tomorrow.”
His arms tighten around me and he lowers his voice. “Were you protecting me even when you thought I was running women?”
This gets my attention, causing me to open my eyes, but all I see is shadowed ink. I run my hand up his back and pull myself closer. “I think that hurt more than anything else, thinking I didn’t know the real you. But even so, I guess I was.”
“Fuck, baby.” He fists my hair, tipping my head, and takes my mouth. It’s a kiss that’s claiming and greedy and what memories are made of.
I drag my bare leg up his thigh, pulling the pink towel as I go, but when I almost reach his ass, his strong hand grabs my leg, stopping me.
“It’s late,” he murmurs against my lips. “You said yourself it’s been a long day. Go to sleep.”
I press into him and take a big breath before exhaling, releasing more of the tension I’ve been holding onto. He’s right, I am tired and the sooner I sleep, the sooner I can file this day away, making it a distant memory.
I tuck my face into his neck and close my eyes. I thought it would take forever after the wild ride my emotions have taken today, but here in Link’s arms, I fall asleep.
*****
His hold is impossibly hard, creating a pain through my jaw, down my neck, and slithering down my spine.
“I might just start with you.”
No…
I jerk awake and raise on to my elbow, realizing where I am. When I look to my bedside clock, it’s just after three in the morning.
“You okay?” Link’s voice is raw as he pushes up on one arm to look down at me.
I exhale and nod. As cold to the bone as I was when we went to bed, right now I’m flushed and warm—overheated from being wrapped up in his body heat. But just when I want to rip off my robe, I feel Link’s hand come up and pull it together at my chest.
When I look down I realize it’s pulled apart. I push his hand away, not caring because I have to cool off.
“I’m hot,” I complain, pulling it down my shoulders and wiggling out of it.
When I look at Link, he’s dragging his eyes up from my chest before closing them on an exhale. “Do you want me to go to your couch?”
“No,” I turn to him and scoot back down the bed, pulling him with me.
I press my bare breasts into his chest, his body also warm from the heat we’ve created in my small bed. My hand wanders down to his waist, and when I start to pull on the towel that’s barely hanging onto his hips, he stops me.
“What are you doing, little one?” he murmurs with his lips to my temple.
“I want you,” I admit. “I want us to go on like yesterday never happened.”
His hand wraps around my wrist in a vice and he brings it to his chest. “But it did happen. You’re in no shape to be making these choices in the middle of the night, baby.”
“Please, Link.” I twist my hand out of his and he allows it. Placing my hand to his strong square jaw, I put my lips on his, dipping my tongue in his mouth. He doesn’t argue, his tongue invading me, and the taste of him makes me come alive. I’m not tired any longer, knowing exactly what I want.
“You should go back to sleep,” he murmurs against my lips, but his hand glides down my back and dips into the back of my panties, familiar with my body.
But I’m not familiar with his and I want to be.
“I want you,” I plead, arching my back. “Make me forget about everything but us. Just us, Link.”
He leans back to get a good look at me, his eyes falling to take in my mostly bare body. Bringing his hand up to cup my breast and squeezing, he asks, “You’re sure?”
“Make me only think about you.”
His blue eyes flare and that’s all it takes. His hand slides under my hips and he yanks me to the middle of the bed on my back. Doing what I just tried to do, he rips my pink towel the rest of the way off—and there it is. His cock. Standing at attention through the shadowed room, long and veined, wanting me as much as I want Link.
But I lose sight of it because Link dips his head to wrap his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard and nipping, as he kneads my other breast in his hand. I let my legs fall open and bring my hands to his head, holding him to me, never wanting him to leave.
“Yes,” I breathe, arching into his touch, his big hand feeling its way down my body.
“Want my mouth on you,” Link murmurs against the skin of my stomach. “I’ve been dreaming of your pussy since I bounced you outta my bar. Gotta taste you, baby.”
Oh, yes. I think I’ve been dreaming about that for almost as long.
He moves, his scruffy jaw scraping my skin, alerting every cell in my body that this is going to happen. I’m finally going to get all of Link.
From the way I’m breathing and the heat and wet building between my legs, I have to say, my body is just as excited.
The second he props my feet on his shoulders, spreading me, his mouth lands between my legs over my panties. Nipping at me through the thin material drives me mad, dying to have his lips and tongue on me, skin-to-skin. I try to arch into his kiss, but his strong hand keeps me where I am.
“Link,” I call for him, begging for more.
He squeezes my ass, pressing his mouth to me, creating some friction, but not enough. Finally, his hand comes between my legs and pulls my panties to the side, stretching them to their limits. His tongue hits me first, then his lips.
“Holy … oh, fuck.”
I feel him smile against my pussy.
“No, don’t stop,” I beg.
“My little firecracker,” I hear him murmur from between my legs and I lose his mouth altogether, but it’s to rip my panties completely off. When I look down my body at him, he’s returning my stare. With his hand behind my knee, he lifts one of my legs high and wide, saying, “Stay spread for me. The whole time.”
My eyes close and all the air leaves my body. I lift my other leg to do as he says and feel his fingers on me where I’m impossibly wet.
His finger moves up and down, teasing my clit. “Remember when I told you I wanted every inch of you, baby?”
I drag my eyes open to see him gazing at me with nothing but a mix of lust and hopefully something more. Much more.
I nod.
“I want all of you,” he continues. “Lift your knees higher.”
The moment I do, his fingers, covered in my arousal fall farther back. He presses on my ass, making me gasp.
“Relax,” he whispers.
I don’t know how I possibly could—I’ve never done this before. But he presses through my tight muscles and I close my eyes, groaning from the sensation—foreign, kinky, and amazing, all at the same time.
But that was nothing compared to his mouth wrapped around my clit combined with the strange, but wonderful, sensation of his finger.
“Oh, it’s too much,” I complain not knowing why I’m complaining because if he stopped, I’d probably die a young death from sexual frustration.
Long moments pass as he eats me, sucking and biting just hard enough, and that, mixed with his finger moving, it comes over me fast.
“Link—” I call before he sucks just hard enough for me to fall over the edge.
I come on his hand and his mouth, moaning and gasping for air as if I won’t live another moment.
I don’t even realize I’ve lost his touch until I gain it again. He takes my mouth as he slides inside me, balls deep, in one smooth thrust.
“Avery.” His breath is heavy on my lips, his face a sexy mix of an erotic pain that has just been eased. “Nothing but us.”
“Just us.” I draw my knees up his sides, his heavy bulk pressing me into the bed. He always makes me feel small and I love it.
He pulls out and slams back into me, doing exactly what I asked—I forget. My mind clears from everything that happened yesterday—how for a long, miserable few hours I thought Link was something—or someone—he’s not.
Because from the moment Link held me while my song was being performed for the first time, I felt complete. Whole.
My breaths become shallow and I arch. He’s hitting that sweet spot inside me while rubbing my sensitive clit with each thrust.
“Come on my cock,” he demands, driving into me harder.
It doesn’t take long and I do. I come again, this time it’s different and my moans must spur him on. His movements quicken, pounding me into my bed, reaching deeper with every thrust, burying himself in my heart at the same time.
“Your pussy. So sweet, Avery.” His words are labored and gruff as he slams into me once, then twice, coming inside me, his face in my hair.
He gives me all his weight, collapsing on top of me. We lay here like this for many long moments, him still buried deep, loving the feel of him inside and surrounding me. I never want him to leave.
He presses into me one more time and something in my head clicks.
I realize that during our middle-of-the-night, first-time-sexcapade, he didn’t use a condom.
He didn’t use a condom!
Holy shit.
Not wanting to look like a freak and lose it, even though I’m very definitely losing it inside my brain, I strum my fingers, playing a new chord I came up with the other day on the imaginary piano over his tattooed back.
“Hey, Honest Abe?” I call for him, faking playful even though my insides are anything but. In fact, my insides are tossing and turning, protesting and picketing our carelessness—burning their bras.
“Yeah?” His body moves against mine, laughing at my not-so-sexy pet name for him.
“So, um … are you on birth control?”
He lifts on a forearm, smiling big at me, his body is shaking with silent laughter. “Not that I know of.”
I bite my lip and raise my brows. “Yeah. So, the thing is … neither am I.”
He stops laughing, which I expected, but I did not expect what happens next. He doesn’t lose his smile.
No.
That smile turns into a satisfied grin.
Why is he grinning?
We just did it for the first time, and even though it was really, really great—like, off-the-charts-great—not one person in this amazing duo was a responsible sex-goer.
Not a one of us.
Everyone knows irresponsible sex-goers make babies.
Fuck!
But Lincoln—Honest Abe—Forester doesn’t appear worried. And weirdly enough, his words match his expression. “I’m good with that.”
He leans down and kisses me before saying, “Be right back. I’ll get something to clean you up.”
Then he pulls his huge baby shooter out of me and leaves my bed. With my luck, all his cylinders are firing at full capacity. I roll to the side so I can watch his imposing frame stalk out of my bedroom and to my bathroom—in all his naked and beautiful glory—and all I can do is wonder, what the fuck?