First Love (11 page)

"Kyle. Please." I am not sure what I am asking for, but he didn't leave time for me to think about it. He kisses down my stomach to each hip, running his hand from my feet up my legs. When he gets to my thighs, he slowly pushes my legs apart and lowers his head between them until I can feel his breath on my clit. He looks me in the eyes, smiles, and then brings his mouth down on me, simultaneously thrusting two fingers inside.

"Oh my God." He licks and sucks my clit while sliding his fingers in and out. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. I grip the pillow under my head, trying to keep my arms where he wants them. He moves his fingers faster and harder and before I know it, I am screaming his name.

Kyle slowly gets up to remove his jeans and boxers, and oh my, what a sight. He is perfect. Perfect and huge … I had forgotten just how big. He is smiling as he lowers himself over me on the bed. Yeah … I got busted checking him out. Oh well, it's not like he didn't already know how impressive it is. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me passionately. I can feel him rubbing against my entrance. And then slowly, oh so deliciously slowly, he pushes himself all the way inside me, inch by beautiful inch. I close my eyes, inebriated by the amazing feeling of him filling me.

"Keep your eyes open, Amber. Watch me love you." I open my eyes and when I look into his, I see so much love and passion. He starts to move slowly at first then faster, harder. “You feel so good, Amber. See how perfect we fit together?" I can't speak. I am overwhelmed with emotion and a physical pleasure I have never experienced before. I could feel my orgasm building.

"Let go with me, Princess," he groans in my ear and my whole body explodes.

“Kyle ... I love you." He thrusts in and out three more times, and I can feel him pulsating through his release.

"Oh, fuck … I love you, too, Princess."

We lie there, tangled in each other, until we catch our breath.

"That was amazing," he says, giving me a quick kiss. Then, up gets up, blows out the candles, and lays back down, wrapping me in his arms, my head resting against his chest. I never want this moment to end. Everything with him feels natural and more intense than anything I have ever experienced. He is it for me. There will never be anyone else.

"What are you thinking about?” he asks as he kisses my forehead

"How happy I am in your arms."

"That's good to hear because I like you in my arms.”

"I have been thinking... we spend so much time together anyway, maybe you might want to move in here?" He doesn’t answer right away and I start to get nervous. It’s too soon to ask. I’m pushing. I should have known better. I risk looking up at him, but his eyes are closed. “I understand if it’s―”

He cut me off with a kiss before I could finish. "Of course I want to move in here with you. I’ve wanted to suggest it since the first night I stayed here, but I was afraid to push you." We both laugh.

“So, should we borrow Paul's truck tomorrow and get you moved in?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Kyle growls as he rolls me over and we make love again.

I
AM
on top of the world. Last night, making love to Amber again for the first time, was worth the wait. I was actually more nervous last night than I was the first time we were together. But, it was better than I could imagine. I don't think I will ever get enough of that woman. I can’t believe that she wants me to move in. I have been wanting to bring that up since the first night I stayed here with her, but I was afraid I would scare her away. After all, she is the one who wanted to take things slow.

Once we finally made it out of bed this morning, I texted Paul to see if he could help move a few of my things. Luckily, I don't have much. Amber also mentions that Paul and Holly have been looking for a different place. It works out perfectly.

I pull up to the bar and Paul is waiting, leaning on his truck.

"Hey, man, how's it going?” he asks with a sly grin. He knows I’ve been wanting to bring up moving in with Amber. He kept telling me to relax and slow down.

"Couldn't be better. And, before you give me shit, she asked me. I never mentioned it." I smile and head up the back stairs.

It doesn’t take long to pack my clothes in a couple suitcases. The furniture can stay. Everything else fits into about four boxes. After we put everything in the back of the truck, we go inside the bar for a quick beer.

"I was thinking, if you and Holly want the apartment upstairs, it's yours, rent free." I hand him his beer.

"Really, man? That would be great. We’ve been trying to save up to buy a house in the next year or so. Thanks! Holly is going to be thrilled."

"No problem."

"So, when are you proposing?" he teases. I flip him off. Of course I won't tell him that it's all I can think about. I don't want to be accused of growing a vagina. But, I’m pretty sure a proposal would definitely be pushing Amber too quickly. I throw our empties away and we head out.

We got back to the house and Paul and I unload the truck and bring everything upstairs. We went out back to fire up the grill and see what the girls were up to. Earlier, we had decided to have a cook out, so Amber and Holly have been having ‘girl time’ while we were away. By the looks of the almost empty pitcher of Appletini’s and the giggling girls lounged out on the chairs, I think it's safe to say they haven't been up to much.

Laying there, in a tight tank top and short jean shorts, she looks amazing. All I can think about is hauling her ass upstairs and burying myself inside her. Just the thought has me straining against my zipper. I lean down and kiss her forehead. She grabs my head and brings my ear to her lips and whispers in the most seductive voice I have ever heard, “Last night and this morning when you made love to me was amazing, but I want to know what it's like when you fuck me.”

I look in her eyes to see if she was just playing around. She isn't. The want in her eyes is clear. Then, she mouths, "Now." That's all I need. I throw her over my shoulder cave man style, tell Paul and Holly we will be back in a few minutes, and run upstairs to our bedroom.

I close the door, set her on her feet, and back her up against the wall. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Princess?" She nods, unbuttons her shorts, and pulls them and her panties off in one move. Holy shit, I love this woman. She grabs my hand and brings it between her legs.

"If it's anything like what you do to me, then yes, I have an idea." I plunge two fingers into her wet, tight heat. She gasps and drops her head back against the wall. She unbuttons my jeans and pushes my pants and boxers off my hips. I reach around and cup her ass in my hands, lifting her off the floor. Her legs immediately wrap tightly around my waist and I slam myself into her.

“Is this what you had in mind?" She was right, making love to her slowly and sweetly is amazing, but this… this is mind blowing.

"Yes ... yes!" I can feel her tighten around me as she screams my name. I explode inside of her, harder than I ever have before. I turn us around and slide us down the wall before my legs give out. She looks up and smiles at me

“I liked the slow and sweet, but I think the fast and rough is my favorite."

I laugh. “Woman, you are going to be the death of me. We better get cleaned up, we have guests.”

I look down at Amber's face as we walk outside and notice how badly she is blushing. It is so cute and sexy at the same time. Knowing Paul and Holly as I do, though, it is about to get worse.

"Hope you don't mind me throwing on the steaks. You guys sounded a little busy," Paul says to us, trying not to laugh as Holly slaps him on the back of the head. I look over at Amber. Even though she is as red as a beet, she’s smiling and laughing right along with them.

We all have a great night just hanging out, eating, drinking and laughing. A lot. It feels so good to sit here with the love of my life and two of my best friends. Life doesn't get much better than this. A few years ago, I never would have imagined this would be my life. As much as I enjoy performing with the band, it did not take me long to realize the life of a rock star was not for me. I enjoy my privacy way too much. I enjoy being in a small town. And, I probably wouldn't have Amber back if I had stayed in L.A.

I look over at Paul. He smiles at me and lifts his beer, as if he knows what I’m thinking. He was lost like I was when we met. He found Holly after he moved back here with me and I can tell he is much happier now. Just like I was glad that he found his happiness, I know he feels the same.

O
F COURSE
tonight, of all nights, the bar is packed. Holly and Kyle hounded me all day about singing and I finally gave in. Now, I’m regretting that decision. I make my way to the bar. "Two shots of tequila please, Paul," I ask with a nervous smile. I don’t think I can do this. Paul puts the shots in front of me with a wink and goes to help the other customers. I take the first one and quickly tip it back. As I go to grab the second, I see Darcie heading my way. This should be good. Before she gets to me, I quickly down the second shot. I am going to need it, for two reasons now.