The Boy With The Blue Lamborghini (Original)

Darkest Before The Dawn

I didn't know how long we were standing there, just holding each other; the sense of time completely abandoned us. Neither one of us said anything from the previous words we shared. Occasionally, Bryce would reach up and tangle his delicate fingers into my hair. I also didn't realize how quiet had fallen around us. I was assuming Tyke and Marcus left to give us some privacy. Bryce's hands travelled down and around my waist, hosting me into the air causing me to wrap my jello-like legs around his abdomen. 

I didn't even bother opening my eyes to see where he was going. Moments later he sat me down on itchy surface which I assumed was one of the pool tables. He pulled away slightly and I couldn't help but allow my face fall into a pout. He chuckles running his index finger over my bottom lip. "It's weird," he began his eyes fixated on his movements. "I actually missed that stupid little face you always pull."

Rolling my eyes I slapped away his hand which earned a deep throaty chuckle from Bryce. With him being in so close proximity I was overwhelmed with the smell of him. He smelled of a combination of an earthy aroma, musky and oddly enough cigars. He smelled heavenly as I drank him in. "You don't even know how much I've missed you." I croaked out.

That was when his piercing gaze met with my own. Just the way he was looking at me through those thick lashes had my heart racing in an instant. My breathing became uneven and shaky as his gaze hardened. He clearly should see his effect over me. Without saying a word he reaches out cupping my chin in his hand. "There isn't enough words in the world to describe how much I've missed you." he responded.

My heart fluttered in my chest at his words. Despite Bryce being an ex-drug dealer and whatnot he truly was a big softy on the inside. A light, satisfied, smile formed on my lips then. For the briefest second his eyes snapped down to my lips. Unknowingly, my lips parted slightly in response. 

Bryce's eyes met with my own, his eyes darkening just the slightest. His green flecks shining in the brightest I've every seen. His hands clamped down on my thighs tracing circles in my inner thigh. "But you know what?" his voice was husky and I couldn't help but feel a little good about seeing him being affected just as much as I was.

"What?" I whisper.

"I bet I can show you...just how much I've missed you."

******** Explicit (Again just imagine right now that Shay can't get preggo lol) ***********

His words created a pooling effect in between my legs. Just from his facial expression I knew he was more than determined to take what he wanted. And he wanted me. His fingers reach up and gathered some of the material of my shirt in his hands. 

"What are y-"

My sentence was cut off due to the loud ripping sound echoing across the walls. I looked down to see my plush pink shirt torn, right down the middle. A cheeky little grin was plastered across his face as he waited for my reaction. Aimlessly, I ripped the rest of the shirt and tossed the remains to the floor. At seemed to amuse him even more. 

I wanted, needed, to touch him. Feel him. My body was turning into to instant molten lava and the only thing that could tame it was, Bryce. Grasping onto his shirt I pulled him closer to me and pressed my lips down on his. A deep roaring grunt rumbled from deep in his throat. Our lips danced with each others, moving in a completely beautiful harmony. His tongue grazed over my bottom lip and without an once of hesitation I opened up just enough to let him slide right in.

His tongue was hungry as it explored my mouth. My fingers reached out and fumbled with the ends of his t-shirt. Bryce's lips left mine only to take his shirt off and sooner than later they were attacking at my neck. Each inch of skin he touched was flaming under his touch. My eyes fluttered shut, soaking up all this endless pleasure.