Dazzled by Silver (3 page)

As my jitters began to dissipate, my mouth returned to her pussy. My tongue basked in the delicate creases, spreading her apart just as she had done to me. The soft folds of her smooth flesh swelled in my mouth with each lick.

“Fuck me with your tongue.” She breathed heavy against my thigh.

I found her wet hole and slid my tongue inside her.

“God, yes!” she screamed.

I pushed further, letting my finger prod her opening. “One more finger.”

She rested her face near my sex. Her pussy clenched around me. My mouth returned to her nub. Vigorously, I flicked my tongue on her clit faster and faster. My fingers slipped in and out of her with ease.

She pressed onto me, locking the last breath I took inside me as I sucked on her tender flesh. Her muscles shook, and her warm juices squirted on my face as she screamed. I’d never seen so much fluid come out of a woman before so I licked her until all her muscles tightened again.

My gaze flew to the dance floor to see if anyone had heard her, but the lights were too dark and my eyes glossed over with satisfaction. I let go of Kendra’s ass, my arms falling to my sides like limp flower stems.

She began kissing my clit again, suddenly flicking her tongue on me. I pressed my feet harder onto the floor, and my body responded to her licks as she began reviving my orgasm. How was this possible? How in the world could she do this again? But I had no time to think. Waves of joyful bliss spread from between my legs along my body in an unexpected, yet welcome sequel.

And then it all eased. The knots unwound and, though I’d only had one orgasmic shot tonight, I felt drunk.

Kendra moved forward and rested her naked body next to mine, her head snuggling my thighs.

Lost, as if levitating, I exhaled blissfully.

Her breathing calmed.

My pulse slowed and resumed its regular beating.

Kendra rolled onto the plush floor, pulling me off the bench into her arms. She spooned me like a lover.

Sated, I brushed my hands along her naked arms.

“You have an incredible mouth.” She kissed my shoulder.

“Likewise.” I grinned. “I had a good instructor.”

“No, that was all you, Sam. Amazing.”

Pride swelled in my chest. “How amazing?”

“So amazing, that I want to lock you up and use you at only my disposal.” Kendra squeezed her arms around me. “But it’d be a shame to use your mouth only on me.”

“What do you mean?” I narrowed my brows.

“You need a stiff, warm cock. Not a flimsy dildo.”

I turned around to face Kendra.

“My dildo is not flimsy.”

She tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. “But Casey was.”

I chuckled. “Yes, he was.”

“Sam, you were too good for him. Trust me, there’s nothing better than making love to someone who cares about you and loves you the way you love him.” For a moment, it seemed Kendra was lost in her own memory.

“Sounds like you’re the one looking for love.” I tilted my head.

“I don’t have to look. I know exactly where it is, except I...forget about it.” She waved her hand.

“Who is it?” I asked

“It’s not important, Sam.”

For the second time tonight, Kendra shut me out.

“We could use a strap on,” I suggested.

She raised her brows. “Stop making irresistible offers.” She smacked her lips to mine.

“But I want you,” I said, kissing her back with the same force. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

Kendra smiled. “I know. I’ve resisted you too. I didn’t plan this tonight, but after seeing the way Gabe looked at you, I was jealous. I wanted you for myself. Even for one night, for one taste of you.” She cupped my wet sex, fondling me, and I pressed into her hand. When she took it away, I turned my head to the left searching the club again.

“How exactly did Gabe look at me?” I asked.

“Like he wanted to lay you out on that bar and give you a different kind of orgasm, instead of the shot.” She laughed.

A small tingle rekindled inside me as I thought about Gabe playing with my sex.

“I thought he was just being a flirt. Isn’t he with the blonde?”

“She wishes. I’m not sure he’s ready for a relationship.”

Perfect. Sounds like he could use a rebound.

“Well, unlike you, I’m not looking for one either. And I wouldn’t mind spending a night with Gabe, I admit.” I shrugged, aware of my body tightening with anticipation when I thought about him.

“He’s a good guy, Sam. And even if you do find the right guy, it doesn’t mean we can’t have a fling once in a while.” Kendra stroked my ribcage, brushing just under my breast.

“I’m not looking for the right guy anymore, and I don’t cheat.”

“I’m not asking you to. But a nice little threesome wouldn’t hurt.”

This time my eyebrows rose, and my eyes widened.

“Imagine, a thick cock inside you while I suck you dry.” She fondled me again.

Hearing Kendra’s blunt words, her hand back on my cunt, my arousal returned.

“Will you stay for the after party?” she asked, her eyes softening.

“Of course. Don’t you have to go down?” I asked, snuggling closer, not wanting her to let go.

“I have a team of professionals who can take care of everything.” Her mouth lowered to my breast. Pleasure trickled from each brush of her tongue down my belly to the sensitive swelling, which hadn’t had a chance to cool.

Perhaps Kendra was right. As satisfied as I felt with her, I wanted more. I needed a man’s rough skin, calloused hands, and hard mouth.

She teased my nipples with promises of future encounters.

The mere mention of a cock with Kendra at my side rushed my imagination into overdrive. The positions and mind-blowing orgasms had to be limitless. The only problem was finding the right guy.

And I knew exactly where to look.

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3

Gabriel Silver clicked the keyboard in his office and pinched the bridge of his nose every few strokes. He shook his head as more information about the trouble Kendra was in poured onto the screen. Was she stupid? She knew how dangerous drugs are. One of her ex-boyfriend’s mother had passed away from an involuntary overdose.

Kendra wouldn’t accept Tristan’s help, so when Gabe’s cousin and partner came to him, Gabe couldn’t refuse. When he learned Kendra needed an investor, the bait was too good to write off—an easy way in to spy on her lifestyle.

Tristan and his brother Julian had made Gabe an equal partner in their private investigations company, which added to Gabe’s eagerness to prove he was worthy. Responsible for surveillance, his career kept him too busy for serious relationships—and that was a good thing. He wasn’t ready. It was too soon.

And now, Samantha Connor had become tangled into his life. He hadn’t expected any of Kendra’s friends to remain that devoted. Kendra had mastered the art of pushing people away, but not Ms. Connor. Something about this beauty kept their friendship alive and had him feeling warm inside, the way he hadn’t in a long time. The need to protect her and keep her safe became part of his routine. And it had only been a week since he met her at the club. Vivid dreams of caressing her soft pale skin and cupping her perfect breasts left him drenched in sweat and other fluids every morning.

But as much as Gabe wanted Samantha for himself, and didn’t like the idea of Kendra fondling this girl, he couldn’t get too close—not that way. He couldn’t risk her getting hurt.

He wished work hadn’t called that night so could have stayed for the after party, just to watch Samantha’s mouth open and close. To see her flush red when he looked at her or said the word
orgasm
was worthy of his every spare minute.

But, as always, work was a responsibility he couldn’t ignore. Lives depended on him.

The background check he’d done on Samantha painted a simple lifestyle. She didn’t know it, but they both had more in common that Gabe wanted to admit. Could he handle that? Her soul still ached, she didn’t know it and he was the worst person to help her heal. She tried to live a modest life, minding her business, unnoticed to others. Except she was the only one he could see in that club. Kendra seemed to be Samantha’s closest friend and
she
was out of control. He needed something straightforward for a change, like Samantha Connor, but could he really expect her to accept
his
complicated routines? His overactive imagination of the threats looming nearby? Was that what he wanted? Someone humble, like...no, he could never compare anyone to Joanne. Would Samantha Connor settle for a good time with no strings attached?

Samantha’s foolish ex-boyfriend didn’t realize what he had. Her perfect mouth was the nicest opening Gabe had seen in a long time. He would do anything to have that mouth rest on the tip of his cock, but first he had to protect her, ensure she was safe. He wouldn’t leave her unguarded. Tonight marked the seventh night he’d scoured her neighbourhood, looking for the scum he expected. It was only a matter of time before he showed his face again. Gabe watched her drive home after work, bring in her groceries, go out to the library, and every night he parked on her street until morning, making sure no one connected her to Kendra. He knew they eventually would. They always did.

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4

I often wondered whether my life would be different if Kevin, my high school boyfriend and my first love, had stayed with me.

Kevin was one of the most polite boys in school. He was athletic but not a jock. He concentrated on his studies instead of on basketball or football, but he still hung around the cool crowd.

When I was a senior he told me that I had a natural beauty and that he’d had a crush on me since junior year. I remember how hot my blush felt on my cheeks when I admitted I felt the same way about him.

After that, we began dating and discovering each other’s bodies. I’d sneak Kevin into my room after school before my mom came home. We’d make out for hours and then rush downstairs and spread our books on the table, pretending we had been studying. Once, we drove past the city boundaries to attend a small town’s fair. Kevin kissed me on the Ferris wheel when it reached the top. It seemed as if we could conquer the world from up there. I laughed until my stomach ached when he desperately tried to win a stuffed animal for me, and he ended up falling into the dunk tank to do so. With him, I felt happy and carefree. Life was perfect, but it didn’t last long; Kevin left me.

I got the news a week before prom. At first I thought it was a prank, a sick joke someone was playing on me, but it wasn’t. His parents asked my mom to come with me to their house. Kevin sat on the sofa in his living room, covered with a blanket. He’d felt ill for a few weeks, but his diagnosis was still a shock to the entire family. He had a form of acute leukemia, an invasive cancer of blood and bone marrow that had already spread throughout his body. There was no cure and no treatment options. The only thing they could do was ease his pain.

I wouldn’t leave him for a moment and stayed with him the whole week he lived, if you could even call what he did living. My mom brought me clothes, and I slept on the floor mattress beside his bed.

Kevin’s mobility and ability to communicate deteriorated rapidly. His skin paled, and the lips I once kissed became dry. His eyes sank deeper into his skull. The lively boy I knew morphed into a confused and frightened child. Two days before he passed away, Kevin could no longer eat. We’d been told this would happen, but listening to the doctors describe it and actually experiencing it were two different things. Food would spill down his chin as we tried to feed him. But neither his mouth nor stomach wanted to cooperate, and he’d vomit minutes later. He didn’t even have enough strength to suck on a straw to drink water. An intravenous machine fed him while I soaked a little sponge in water, moistened his lips, and tried to squeeze a few drops into his mouth. Each time he looked at me, I could see him fighting the tears and emotions back. He was trying to stay strong for me and for his family. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were supposed to worry about stupid things like what school to apply to or what to wear to the masquerade-themed prom instead of picking out a headstone.

“I pictured marrying you, Sam. I wanted to love you until I died, and I will,” was the last thing he said to me in private.

He began forgetting my name that evening. When his drugs kicked in and he fell asleep, I cried listening to his desperate lungs running out of time. I prayed that, by some miracle, he would remain by my side, not six feet underground.

On the day before he died, he became incoherent and asked what was behind the patio door.

“Outside,” his father said.

Kevin’s mother couldn’t get a word out. How could she? She was about to lose her only child.

We rolled him out in a wheelchair to the back yard. Kevin’s parents lived on a property that backed onto a lake. We parked the wheelchair on the dock near the water’s edge and watched what would be Kevin’s last sunset. The intense glow lit his face with its final rays then dimmed and faded. With my hands clasped in his, Kevin closed his eyes and didn’t open them again.

The kids from our high school held a fundraiser in Kevin’s honor. A donation box was set up at the prom we would never attend. And while the music played a few miles away, I listened to Kevin’s weakened heartbeat until it silenced.

I never said goodbye.

How do you say goodbye to your love when you know they only have a week left to live? Aren’t you supposed to have that conversation with people when they’re old and grey? What do you tell an eighteen-year-old a week before he dies? I’ll keep you in my memory? I will never love again? Beg them not to leave you in this world because living without them is not worthwhile?

After blaming God, I took the burden onto my own shoulders and wished I could have done more to ease his pain or help him pass in peace. Teenage love is silly and intense at the same time, deeper than an ocean’s dark, unexplored bottom. At seventeen, I had loved Kevin with my body and my soul. When he was gone, I couldn’t speak or move for weeks. I knew my life would never be the same. I didn’t want to love again, and I decided I wouldn’t give my heart away to anyone else.