First Love (10 page)

T
HE PAST
month has been great. I can't believe I have Amber back in my life. I had given up all hope that this would ever happen. Even though it is killing me and I have taken more cold showers in the last month than I have since I hit puberty, I am taking things slowly like she wanted to. I should get some kind of medal for being able to keep my hands to myself. Lying next to her all night, every night and not being buried deep inside her is about to kill me, but I am keeping my promise.

"Hey, man, what are ya up to?" Paul asks, walking into my office.

"Just some paper work. Is it getting busy out there?"

"It’s getting there." If there is anyone who knew how screwed up I was after I lost Amber, it is Paul. He has stood by me through a lot of shit over the last six years. We have had each other’s back no matter what.

"Looks like things have been going pretty well lately with you and Amber … I really like her, so does Holly." I smile because I can't help but smile at anything Amber related.

"Yeah things are going really good. I never thought I would have her back."

Paul looked down at his watch. “Let’s go get a drink and say hi to our girls before we need to start our set."

"Sounds good." I clap him on the back and follow him out to the bar.

I have always liked Saturday nights here. It's the night Bleeding Hearts plays. It's even better now knowing Amber is here watching. I see her at the bar waiting on an order. I slip up behind her and touch my lips to her ear. I feel her shiver.

"Hey there, beautiful, can I buy you a drink?"

"I'm not sure my very sexy boyfriend would like that."

"You think I'm sexy?" I kiss behind her ear, down her neck, and back up to her ear.

She turns around, wraps her arms around my neck, and whispers in my ear, "So sexy that I have a hard time keeping my hands off you. And, I don’t want to anymore. You play your cards right and tonight I will end our suffering." She gives me a kiss on the cheek, grabs her tray of drinks, and looks over her shoulder with a wink. I just shake my head and laugh. I am going to be hard all night now. Shit.

As if what Amber told me before I got on stage isn't distraction enough, I've been watching her sway those sexy ass hips to the music in a short, denim skirt with cowboy boots. As if on cue, she looks up at me and smiles. Little vixen. She knows damn well what she does to me. I have never wanted off this stage so badly in my whole life. We were great together six years ago, but it's different this time around. Everything seems stronger, more intense.

Paul nudges my shoulder and tilts his head to the door. Fuck, just what I need. Walking through the door are Beau Hartly and his buddies. Amber was friendly with him in high school and hung out with him a couple times, but there was never anything to it, as far as she was concerned. He thought they were dating. When we decided to become more than friends, he claimed that I stole her from him. Beau also blames me for his marriage falling apart. He and his wife obviously had problems to begin with or else she wouldn't have been picking up guys in bars, but that's beside the point. He hates me now. If I know Beau, he is going to cause as much shit as possible with Amber and me. I just hope she doesn't fall for his pretty-boy bullshit. And, of course he spots her right away and sits at one of her tables. Luckily, we only have one more song. Amber just spotted Beau and she doesn't look too happy to see him. I told her all about the shit with Darcie and Beau so she wouldn't end up blindsided by one of them.

As soon as we finish, I head straight to his table. "Beau ... haven't seen you in here for a while." By the shit-eating grin on his face, I know that he is here to make trouble. I look over my shoulder toward the bar. Luckily, Paul and the boys could sense it, too. They are ready and waiting.

"I heard Amber is back in town," he said as he glanced in her direction. Something flares inside of me. Driving my fist into his face suddenly sounds more than appealing. I don't want him anywhere near her. Just the sound of her name leaving his lips enrages me. "I thought I would come down here and see if there was still that old spark between us." I start to grab his sorry ass, but I feel Amber's hand on my back.

She whispers in my ear, "Calm down, baby ... I got this." She moves in front of me. "Beau, looks like things haven't changed much since I left. You two still can't get along." I don’t like the way his slimy eyes are fixated on my girl.

"It's not easy to get along with a guy who first steals your girlfriend, then your wife." He gives me a smug smile like he just won a fucking prize.

"Well, I don't know about the wife part, but I was never your girlfriend, Beau, so he didn't steal me from you." He flinches, but ignores what she said.

“I came home one night after work to find Kyle in my bed fucking my wife." He thinks he's shocked her with this. She gives him a sympathetic look and shakes her head.

"Beau, sounds like you married quite the tramp. Now, if you boys would like a drink I will get ya one, but if you are just in here to make trouble, you can go. What will it be?" Beau stands up and glares at us both for a second, then storms out with his buddies trying to hide their laughter behind him. I look over at the bar. Paul, Angel, Marcus, and Holly are laughing their asses off.

"Princess, just when I thought there was no way you could turn me on any more, you go and put that asshole in his place." I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close to my chest.

"What are the chances the boss will let us get out of here early tonight?" She smiles up at me.

"Why, Princess, what's the rush?" She pulls me down so she can whisper in my ear. "Because I need you to take me home, get me naked, and get inside me." She didn't need to say anything else. I picked her up over my shoulder as I walked by everyone at the bar.

“We are taking off a little early. See y’all later," I say, hearing their catcalls and laughter as I head out the door.

D
URING THE
ride from the bar to my house, we don’t speak. Instead, we steal glances at each other. My pulse is racing, my hands are clammy, and there is a fluttering in my stomach. I don't know why I am nervous. It's not like we have never been together before. I lost my virginity to him for God's sake. It just seems like the anticipation is higher now than it was then. We pull up in my driveway. Kyle turns off the car. As soon as I close the door behind me, he scoops me up into his arms and kisses me as he walks us through the front door and up to my bedroom. He sets me down on the edge of the bed. "Don't move an inch, Princess, I will be right back." He places a chaste kiss on my lips and heads down stairs. A few minutes later, he returns with chilled champagne, glasses, and candles. It is perfect. He is perfect. I didn't know why I was waiting so long. It was killing me just as bad. But, this… this makes me happy I did. This man fills my heart to bursting. He makes me feel so loved and wanted and beautiful, with just a smoldering look. He places several candles around the room and pours us each a glass of champagne.

I watch him walk over to me. He's wearing nothing but his loose jeans, and I can't wait to get my hands all over him. He hands me my glass as I eye him appreciatively.

"To the most beautiful and amazing woman I have ever known. I am so lucky to have you back in my life." He touches his glass to mine and kisses me so softly, so sweetly, that it brings tears to my eyes. I take a drink, hoping to calm the overwhelming emotion.

"I think I am the lucky one. I love you so much. I promise I am going to do everything I can to make up for us missing out on the last six years together." He takes our glasses and sets them on the nightstand.

“I love you so much. You have nothing to apologize for, nor do you have anything to make up for. Like I said before, maybe there was a reason we were apart all that time. I know that the feelings I have for you now are so much more intense than they were back then, if that makes any sense."

I nod. "It does, I feel it too. I can't explain it, though."

He kisses me again. "Me neither. So I am going to show you, Princess. I have a feeling this is going to be amazing. Are you ready?" I squeak out a, “Yes.” He slowly takes off my boots, one at a time, and gently massages each foot. He then stands and holds out his hand, helping me stand in front of him. He lifts my t-shirt over my head. Slowly, he kisses and licks along my neck. He reaches around and unhooks my bra, pulling the straps off my arms one at a time and following each one with light kisses. I feel like I am on fire. I reach down to undo the button on my skirt, but he grabs my wrists and looks up at me.

“I have waited a very long time for this, Princess, we are going to take our time. I am going to touch and kiss every beautiful inch of your body, and you, my dear, are going to sit back and enjoy every pleasurable second."

Holy hell, who could argue with that? I don't think I have ever been more turned on by someone’s words in my whole life. I couldn't do anything but whimper. He unbuttons my skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Then, he hooks his fingers in the thin straps of my lace panties and slowly pulls them down to my feet. I lift my feet, one at a time, out of them. He picks me up, carries me to the bed, and gently lays me in the center.

"Do not move your arms, leave them up here," he whispers as he raises my arms above my head.

He sits back on his heels and runs his eyes up and down my body. I should feel self-conscious, lying there naked in front of him staring at me, but the look in his eyes makes me feel beautiful, like I’m the only woman he could ever want.

"You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you? Since you have been back, I don't think there has been a second I am with you that I am not hard and wanting you. Just thinking about you turns me on." He starts to kiss me softly and it grows into something demanding and hungry. He kisses down to my breasts, licking and sucking on one nipple while he teases the other between his fingers.