Come Back To Me Page 8

  Stifling a yawn, Bryce smiled as he looked down at Lacey’s sleeping form, draped over his chest, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow. It felt good to wake with her in his arms. It felt…perfect. Something he could get used to.

  She hadn’t been joking when she said she was exhausted. No sooner had they gotten back to her house, she headed straight for the bedroom, stripping down to her cheeky panties. She did some weird ass hat trick where she pulled her bra from inside her shirt and dropped it to the floor before climbing in the bed. She was sound asleep before he’d even had a chance to join her.

  For a while, he laid on his side, watching her sleep. When he finally flipped over to his back, he was surprised to feel her body curl into his, as if they’d been doing this forever. With her body pressed to his, he had no trouble falling asleep. For the first time in a long time, he woke up feeling rested. It was the most normal and mundane night he’d ever spent with a woman, and he fucking loved every minute of it.

  He noticed the instant her breathing changed. Her lashes fluttered against his bare skin and his cock decided to join the party. Lacey’s hand slowly moving south was doing nothing to tame the beast.

  “Lacey,” he growled.

  Lifting her head, she sent him an innocent glance. “What?”

  Bryce grabbed her hand, stopping her from reaching her destination. “Don’t, babe.”

  “But I want to.”

  “No, not until you’re ready to admit this is more than sex, Lacey.” He pushed away and stood up, making it even harder to ignore the fact that his body was at war with itself. His little brain wanted to be buried inside her, no doubt. But his heart and his brain upstairs demanded more.

  Lacey huffed, “It is more than that. I had breakfast with you, didn’t I?’

  “Yeah babe, you did. And I enjoyed every minute of it. But it’s not enough, Lacey. I want all of you.”

  She stared back at him in disbelief. “You don’t mean that.”

  “I do, Lacey. I screwed up, I admitted it. I let you walk away from me and I hated myself for it. I’m not giving you what you want until you give me all of you.”

  Throwing her head back against the pillow, Lacey let out an exaggerated growl of frustration. “I hate you.”

  Bryce laughed back at her. “You don’t, and the sooner you admit it, the sooner you’ll get what you want. Until then, think about how you want to spend today. I’m going to take a cold shower.”

  He didn’t wait for her to answer before exiting to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

  Luckily for him, Lacey kept a supply of clean towels and washcloths in the bathroom and easy to find. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to make a clean escape. Using Lacey’s shampoo and body wash did nothing to calm his raging hard-on; neither did the cold water, surprisingly.

  So, he did what any other red-blooded man would do. Grabbing hold of his cock, he jerked himself off, remembering Lacey on her knees before him, Lacey with her ass in the air while he fucked her from behind, Lacey on her back, his hands on her tits as she came all over his dick. How many times had he hid in the shower or the filthy latrine, doing the same thing over the last year. With her scent surrounding him and the memories playing like movies in his head, this time it didn’t take long for him to explode, his cum shooting from his dick and dropping on the shower floor.

  He bit back a groan as he stroked the last of his load from his cock. Maybe now he could get on with his day without all the attention on his dick.

  I’m Not Strong Enough to Say No—Blackhawk

  Lacey cracked open the paint can and poured the new shade of sea foam green into a pan while grinning over her shoulder at Bryce. “This is really how you want to spend your day?”

  “As long as I’m spending it with you.”

  “We could be spending it doing other things, but…”

  “Hand me a paint brush.” He ignored her comment and went on to trimming in around the window frame, sighing.

  She was still holding out on him. Refusing to admit they were more than just friends. He was afraid to admit it, but he may have officially been friend-zoned; that is, if you cuddled in bed and literally slept with friends. A month later, and he couldn’t get her to agree that there was something going on between them.

  They’d been spending all their free time together, getting to know each other, falling asleep in each other’s arms. But still, nothing. Shit, case in point, she had somehow recruited him for projects around her house, and he wasn’t even getting sex out of the deal. He was in way over his head with this one.

  He may be selfish, but at least he wasn’t sleeping in the barracks every night.

  He’d tried everything to get through to her, though. Confessed his feelings every chance he got. Maybe that was it? Maybe he was coming on too strong. If he laid low, he feared he’d lose her all together.

  “You’re thinking awfully loud over there.” Lacey pulled his attention away from his mind that was running in circles.

  The filter between his brain and his mouth had clearly been damaged by paint fumes. “Aren’t you ready to give in yet and admit that there’s more going on here?”

  Turning toward him, Lacey batted her lashes. “Whatever do you mean? There’s a lot going on here, Bryce. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a remodel. There’s more than just painting that needs to be done.”

  “Tease. You’re a goddamn tease, Lacey.” He dropped his paintbrush and stalked in her direction. Maybe if he gave her just a taste, she would change her mind.

  He wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her closer and, like always, his cock betrayed him, hardening just from being so close to Lacey. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him, begging him without words. It was clear. She wanted this as bad as he did. It was a foolish game she had been playing with him. Instead of telling him, she’d been waiting him out. The little minx!

  She probably thought for sure he’d crumble long before now, failing to realize the man had balls of steel.

  Slowly, his lips inched closer to hers. She stood on her tiptoes and dropped the paint roller; they both ignored the clatter as it hit the floor. Mess be damned, they’d worry about that later. Right now, he needed to taste her lips.

  When his lips finally touched hers, he let out a growl. Lacey’s hand wrapped around his neck as his other hand wrapped around her ponytail, tugging her head back to give him more access. He nearly lost his mind when she began to climb him like a tree and wrapped her legs around his waist. He could feel her heat through the layers of fabric separating them.

  Hell, if she kept grinding against him, he’d blow his load right in his jeans.

  Pulling back from her lips, Bryce looked down at Lacey’s beautifully flushed face. “I’ve got half a mind to bend you over this couch and fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your own name.”

  Lacey bit her lip and moaned, “Dare you.”

  Bryce’s nostrils flared and his eyes sparked. He growled out her name in warning. She responded by wiggling her hips against his painfully hard cock again. “Lacey, I fucking mean it. I don’t want to hurt you, but a man can only show so much damn restraint, woman.”

  “If memory serves me correctly, I had no problem with you losing your restraint before. Nothing has changed there.”

  Grabbing her waist, Bryce gently separated their bodies, planting Lacey’s feet back on the floor. “No, there was never an issue there, but I told you, I want all of you this time. For real.”

  Lacey threw her hands up in defeat while Bryce tried to hide the smirk playing at his lips. Her resolve was crumbling. That pleased him.

  “All right, you win. Damn it, Bryce, I want all of you. I’m terrified, but damn, if I’m not ready to try things differently. You and me, exclusively, for as long as you’ll have me.”

  Bryce grinned. “You mean it? No bullshit. You’re not just saying this to get in my pants.”

  She couldn’t fight the chuckle that bubb
led out. “You sound like such a girl right now,” she teased.

  He pulled her closer again, making sure she could feel his erection pressed against her stomach. “I assure you, you’re the only pussy in this relationship.”

  Lacey wanted to be insulted by his words, but they were sarcastic and she knew her alpha was proving a point. Besides, hearing his filthy mouth did things to her, things she should be ashamed of. Yet, she wasn’t. “I damn well better be the only pussy, or so help me God.”

  “Mine,” Bryce growled, proving his point.

  “I’m going to need you to fuck me now, before I spontaneously combust over here.” Lacey’s voice softened, dripping with desire.

  “It won’t be gentle. Not now. I have to have you, Lacey.”

  “Quit talking and take me then.”

  That was one order Bryce could easily comply with. His hands grabbed the middle of her shirt; tugging, he ripped the worn fabric in half before pushing it over shoulders. He didn’t miss the way her body trembled as her shirt hit the floor, exposing her breasts that Bryce couldn’t wait to get his mouth on. For now, he’d wait though – he needed her bare before him, and fast. Reaching for the tiny shorts she’d been tormenting him with, he tore those in half too. Lacey gasped as another shudder wracked her body.

  “You’re ruining all my clothes,” she mumbled as his lips met hers. His hand slipped into the tiny scrap of fabric covering her pussy, seeking her sensitive clit. She let out a hiss when he made contact and began rubbing the tiny bundle of nerves. “Fuck.” Her hands clung to his shoulders for support as her legs trembled. “Bryce! Ah. Uhmmmm. Need you naked and inside me!” she squealed, as he continued his ministrations on her body.

  He would be naked and inside her soon enough, but he needed her to come for him because once he was inside her tight body, he wasn’t going to last.

  “Bryce! Damn…oh God!” Her head fell back and her lips parted as her breath quickened.

  Bryce lowered his mouth to her breasts, savoring one nipple at a time. While his mouth ravaged her chest, he slipped two fingers inside her. He could feel her pussy tightening, her moans becoming louder and more erratic as she grinded herself against his hand.

  The pleasure was almost too much to take. It had been too long. Felt too good. With a shout, she let go, coming all over his fingers still moving inside her body.

  “That’s it, Lacey. Fuck, your pussy is soaked now.” His cock throbbed; he could practically feel the precum leaking from his tip, reminding him of its presence – begging to be set free.

  Lacey sagged against his body and mewed, mumbling inaudibly against his chest.

  Lifting her body, Bryce carried her across the house and into her tiny bedroom. Her body laid out on the bed before him, he wasted no time stripping out of his t-shirt and worn jeans, chucking his boxers. His cock bobbed, relieved to be freed. There was no holding back his own groan of pleasure when he wrapped his hand around it and stroked it slowly.

  He watched with a wicked grin as Lacey’s eyes widened. Her tongue ran across her lips as she propped herself up on her elbows.

  “I want to taste you.”

  Bryce’s cock wept. “Not now, Lace, I’ll never make it.” He moved toward her, tugging her body down to the end of the bed. Firmly settled between her legs, he pinched his eyes closed and cursed.

  “Problem, soldier?” Lacey smirked as she rubbed her hips against him.

  “Condom. I don’t have a fucking condom. Son of a bitch,” he hissed.

  Lacey giggled. “Left side, top drawer.” She pointed above her head to the bedside dresser.

  Moving quickly, he retrieved the box of condoms, and his eyebrows rose in question. The box was unopened, but had she planned on using them with someone else? His possessiveness and jealousy kicked in, punching him square in the gut.

  “Quit thinking. I bought them a few days ago, for when you finally gave in,” Lacey teased.

  Relief eased over him. “Thank fuck for that. I thought I was going to have to kill someone for touching what’s mine.”

  Lacey rolled her eyes. “Again with all this talk. I thought you brought me in here to fuck me?”

  Bryce pulled out a strip of condoms, separating one from the bunch before tearing opening the wrapper and sliding it over his cock. “Oh, I fully intend to fuck you, Lacey,” he warned. With the condom in place, he tore her tiny panties from her body before teasing her pussy with the tip of his cock. Lacey wiggled under him as he coated himself in her wetness. Once satisfied that she was ready, he slipped inside her heat. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, drawing him in like a vice. “Lace,” he growled.

  It was too much and not enough, all in one. It had been too long since he felt complete. Buried deep inside her now was better than the memories of their love-making that kept him awake at night.

  She waited for him to move, to pound into her relentlessly, but he didn’t. Instead, he withdrew slowly before inching his way back in, again and again. He was setting her body on fire, driving her insane. He knew that she could see his emotions written all over his face. All the things he wanted to say, but was holding back.

  “Bryce.” She whispered his name like a plea. He could feel her body beginning to slip below him. She was coasting her way toward another orgasm. Understanding flickered between them as he reared back before ramming into her. The change of pace took her by surprise – coaxing pleasure from her body.

  Bryce flung her legs over his shoulders and picked up his pace more. The change in position had his cock hitting her at just the right angle. “Oh God, Bryce…BRYCE! I…I…I…” she chanted, her pussy clamping down tighter around him.

  “Goddamn, Lace. Come on my cock, baby. Just like that. Uh, fuck baby.” Bryce continued to pump in and out of her, drawing out her orgasm. “Need to come, baby,” he warned before he grunted and stilled.

  Lacey could feel his cock twitching inside her sensitive pussy as he emptied himself. She couldn’t hold back the smile when he moved her legs and leaned down to kiss her lips.

  Grabbing his cock at the end of the condom, he slowly withdrew from her body. Rolling the condom off, he tied it in a knot and tossed it on the floor. “I’ll get it later,” he said as he moved onto his side next to her flush against him.

  “That was…” Lacey trailed off as she lazily ran a finger across his chest.

  “It was something,” he chuckled. “You ok? It wasn’t too much?”

  Staring up into his blue eyes, Lacey shook her head. “God no, Bryce. You know I can handle more than that. Unless, of course, you’ve forgotten.” She meant to tease him but she couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice. Had he forgotten about their time together before?

  “I haven’t forgotten, Lace, not at all. I don’t ever want to get carried away and hurt you, though.”

  Lacey snorted. “Please. Like you could ever. I’d stop you before it got that far.”

  Her words were like a double-edged sword. Bryce cocked his brow at her. “Lacey,” he warned.

  “That’s not what I meant,” she backtracked. “Strictly referring to sex. I trust you.”

  Her small admission made his heart swell. Her trust in him was a small step in the right direction.

  Kiss You in the Morning—Michael Ray

  Bryce stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the counter to wrap around his waist. Since it was only the two of them, he didn’t bother with modesty. The bathroom was right across from Lacey’s room, so he left the door open while he washed off. He liked being able to look across and peek in on what she was doing. Currently, she was shimmying her way into a pair of skintight jeans.

  His towel did nothing to hide his growing erection.

  “How much time do we have, Lacey?” he growled as he walked up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.

  She squealed and jumped back. “Uh, Bryce, you’re wet.”

  “And now you are,” he replied. “Answer the question.”

  “Not enough time. I’ve got
to be at work in ten minutes. Don’t you have something you should be doing?” She glared at him as she pulled her shirt down over her head.

  “I could be doing you but you shut me down.”

  Lacey rolled her eyes at him, fighting back a smile. “Seriously. We had sex before you got in the shower, and again in the shower when you decided I needed company.”

  “Are you complaining? Because we can go back to the way it was before. When you were denying me,” Bryce challenged.

  A hearty laughed escaped. “Yeah ok, we both know that’s not going to happen. You sure you don’t mind going to pick up stuff from Lowe’s for me?”

  “I don’t mind. You go to work. I’ll go to Lowe’s. Maybe I’ll stop by for dinner and a beer later?”

  Before she could reply, Bryce’s phone chirped, alerting him of an incoming text. Grabbing his phone, he was greeted by a text from Connor.

  C: Max’s first birthday party… your ass better be coming. Question is, will your favorite bartender be coming with you?

  Bryce smiled and typed out a response. Leave my sex life out of this, you dirty dog. We both are coming just fine, if you must know. Proud of his antics, he hit send.

  “Are you going to get dressed so you can drop me off, or am I driving myself?” Lacey interrupted.

  “Like fuck you are.” He dropped the phone and grabbed a pair of jeans off the top of her dresser. His shirt was over his head a few seconds later, as he tossed on his socks and sneakers.

  “Jesus. Must be so hard being a man. I wish it took me five seconds to get dressed.”

  “You’re cute when you pout. Let’s go before you’re late.” He swatted her ass as he put his wallet and phone in his pocket.

  Once they got in the car and pulled out of the driveway, Bryce’s phone dinged again, reminding him that he needed to answer Connor. But first he had to approach the topic with Lacey.