Summer Fling: An Anthology by Vi Keeland
Lysa
IT’S QUIET BETWEENus all the way to my house, the dogs padding along as Dean pats them and occasionally scratches their backs on the way.
The crickets are out, the early autumn night has just a slight chill to it, but still warm enough. And the moon is clear, shining down and giving me enough light to see the rough stubble on Dean’s jaw.
He keeps his arm around my waist the entire walk and it makes me feel weak because all I want to do is lean into him.
The backdoor shuts with a loud groan and I lock it, feeling Dean’s eyes on me. The house has charm and features from a century ago. Just like the bar. It’s expensive to maintain, but every penny tile, and carved molding feature is worth it.
Some people say I’m an old soul. I just think I have good taste.
Dean doesn’t waste his time taking off his boots and stretching out his back. Maybe he’s trying to hide it, but I know he’s tired too.
“You want to just go to bed?” I ask him, feeling a ping of vulnerability. He could stay at the truck stop, and sleep in the back of his truck like I know he used to. He could get a hotel. Or he can come here, where I give everything to him freely. My girlfriend Laura had something to say about that a while back. Two years ago before she moved to Texas with her boyfriend, now husband.
I told her then, I do what feels right. And Dean… everything about him feels right. Up until he’s gone, that is.
“I want you in bed, if that’s what you mean.” His strong muscles coil as he pulls his shirt off, dragging it along and revealing himself to me inch by inch until the shirt is nothing but a crumpled ball of cloth he tosses carelessly on the floor. The way he looks at me, like he wants to devour me, steals my breath.
His barefoot self only in blue jeans making his way to me forces me to take one step back. This man is too much. He has a power over me like no one else.
My back hits the door at the same time his strong hands grab my hips, pinning them there, and his lips meet mine in a heated kiss I’ve missed for far too many nights.
Everything is hot instantly, my body dying to be touched, begging him to press against me, so I can feel him and only him. I don’t want to feel anything else.
His left hand stays where it is, but his right roams up my body, slipping up the curve of my waist, barely touching me and teasing me. All the while my lips part for his deepening kiss, letting him take me as he wants.
With a deft flick of his fingers, he undoes my bra and before the straps can even slip down my shoulder beneath my shirt, his large hand cups my breasts and he moans into my mouth with need. His cock hardened and pressing against my lower belly through the denim of his jeans.
When he pinches my nipple, pulling it ever so slightly, I have to break the kiss to throw my head back. I writhe under him and he doesn’t waste another second, pulling me into his arms and taking me to my bedroom, a room he knows all too well.
Even though his gait is large, and his steps swift, he peels the clothes away from me as we go, until I match him in attire.
I can’t help but to let out a small squeal of surprise and glee when he tosses me onto my bed. The moonlight peeks through my curtains and that’s the only light I have to see him as he kicks off his jeans, along with his boxers and stands in all his glory.
“Pants off,” he tells me, stroking himself. The sheen from precum already leaking from him has me licking my lips as I obey. He spreads it around his thick head though, pushing me onto my back even though I got on my knees to lick him.
“Not now, I need to be inside of you,” he groans when I mewl in protest. What this man does to me… I just don’t know how or why but he plays my body like it was made for him. Bracing himself on top of me, one forearm above my head, he spreads my legs and I spread them even wider in response, tilting my hips for him.
His hand cups my heat and when he presses his palm to my clit, my back arches from the sudden touch and instant desire. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” his whispers the rushed words out, his lips finding my neck as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me. With his stubble tickling along my neck, his kisses roaming carelessly as he fingerfucks me, the heat inside of me intensifies, burning along my skin and igniting every nerve ending that I haven’t felt since he’s been here last.
Curving his fingers, he hits that sweet spot inside of me, and rubs my clit with his rough palm at the same time, turning over the waves of pleasure until they finally crash inside of me.
“Dean!” I cry out his name like I need him, like he’s the only one I’ve ever needed as my toes curl and my neck arches with the pleasure rolling through me.
He doesn’t wait for me to finish, he doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. He slams inside of me to the hilt and I scream out in utter rapture. He pistons his hips and it feels like it’s too much. My body instinctively curls around his, my legs around his hips as he picks up his pace.
His breath is hot along my neck and every small touch, every deep groan, every thrust from him takes me higher and higher, prolonging the pleasure and keeping me on the edge of falling until he finds his release with my second for the night.
I can’t breathe, I can barely move onto my side to close my legs when he leaves the bed to go to the bathroom. The heated waves leave me and the cool air would give me shivers if he hadn’t pulled the sheets up around me.
When he comes back, he makes sure I’m alright to fall asleep, before climbing back in.
If tonight is anything like the other nights, he’ll have me again in just a little while, and I’ll wake up to another round, longer and more gentle, but with just as much pleasure in the morning.
If only I could have him always. If only I knew he wasn’t going to leave again…
The thought keeps me from sleeping. It keeps me from feeling the comfort I usually have with him.
Everything just feels out of place. Like something’s horribly wrong.
“You’re my worst habit,” I shake my head, brushing my hair out of my face. I need a shower or even better, a nice long bath with him beside me in that large claw foot tub. But right now, all I want to do is lie here beside him, before he gets up and leaves me again.
“Now I’m a drug?” he chuckles, deep and rough.
“You’re a mistake,” I correct him, hating the truth that’s there. I wish it was only ever a joke. It’s not though. The way my heart already hurts and he’s not even gone yet… he is a mistake and I know it. I just can’t say no to him.
“That’s the second time you said that tonight.”
Unless I’m mistaken, a hint of his cadence sounds wounded. When I roll over on the bed, still naked and my bare shoulders showing, the sheets roll with me but they don’t cover my upper half. A simper dances along my lips when his gaze lowers to my exposed breasts. Part of me wants to tease him, to tell him, I hope you like the view. Instead I hold my ground, saying something I’ve been thinking, every time he leaves me here with only a parting kiss and not even a date when he’ll be back.
I whisper, not hiding the pain in the truth, “How could this not be a mistake?” The rustling of the sheets mixes with my words as I lay myself down onto his hard chest, just wanting my skin to be touching his. As if the words I just said aren’t going to make him climb out right this second. Contrary to my initial thought, he stays perfectly still. Only for a fraction of a second and I stare at my pillow he’s laying against, the masculine scent of him filling my lungs. “You could have a girl like me in every town,” I try to joke, to make my voice teasing and force a smile to my lips, but I fail.
“I told you I don’t and I don’t like you saying that,” his voice is hard, but the way his hand comes down around the back of my head, smoothing my hair down is nothing but gentle. “I only have you.” Every breath he makes is deep and his chest rises and falls with my cheek on his hot skin. I turn my head ever so slightly, just to kiss his chest. Because a statement like that deserves a kiss at least.
I only have you.It sounds so romantic, but he has me for a weekend and that’s all. Then he’s gone and I get a call every once in a while, a text here or there, but we’re both busy, we live two different lives. The fact that I need to end this weighs on me heavily. This isn’t what I want. I don’t want a hookup every once in a while. Even if he says all the right things. Even if the smell of him on my pillows lulls me to sleep when he’s gone.
“Dean, I--”
“You what, Lysa? You miss me when I’m gone?” he questions me in a tone I don’t recognize and it forces me to look up at him. In the depths of his sharp blue gaze there’s something there I haven’t seen before. Something raw and wounded. “Cause I miss you too. I miss you so much that I don’t want to leave.”
In this moment, my heart twists. I swear everything stops because my heart can’t pump when it’s in a knot like it is. There aren’t words to fix everything. He asked me once to come with him, to take a vacation and just ride with him. I can’t leave the bar though. It’s the only piece of my family I have left. It’s all on my shoulders.
“I’m tired of missing you,” I confess and nearly choke on the words. “I’m too lonely to miss someone who chooses to be gone.” His expression doesn’t change but his grip on me tightens. I lean forward, needing to be closer to him, praying he understands I just hurt too much when he’s gone. My bed creaks with the shift in our weight. “I get it, I do. I swear I understand the family business and--”
Dean’s thumb stops me from speaking, pressing it against my lips as his other fingers grace my jaw and he cups my chin, shushing me. I’m not a girl to be shushed though. He leans his head down, in an effort to rest his forehead against mine, but I pull away. I need it to be over. I am addicted to him, but this is killing me.
I think I love you. And it kills me that you don’t choose me. It’s what I want to say to him. But the words tumble over each other at the back of my throat. My face is hot and my eyes prick with tears and I have to get away and get off this bed to put space between us.
“Lysa, baby, stop,” Dean’s quick to snatch my wrist, jumping out of the bed and pulling my body against his. He’s so much taller, and warmer, every inch of me wants to mold to his masculine form. With soft kisses in my hair, he says something… something that sounds like I love you, but it can’t be that.
I try to pull away again, but his strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me in close again. With both of my palms against his chest, both of us still bared to one another, I’m caught in his heated gaze when he tells me clear as day, “I love you Lysa. And if you’ll have me, I want to be here with you. I sold the truck, I left the business. I just want to stay right here with you.”
“What?” I’m breathless.
“I sold it, invested the money and I have some left over I thought…” shaking his head, Dean looks past me for a moment then licks his lower lip, his grip loosening on me and vulnerability shining in his pale blue eyes.
“But that’s all you’ve ever known…” the words come out as a murmur.
“No. There’s something else I know,” he looks down at me with nothing but love. “Something I value more.”
“Dean--”
“I thought I could help you with the bar. I don’t need you to pay me, you can treat the money like a loan or a gift, whatever you want. I don’t need the money, I have enough on my own. I just want to be with you.”
Everything blurs around us as the silence passes. Time slows and I know I’ll remember this moment forever. I dreamed a thousand dreams over the years, wanting to confess, but he always wanted me to run away with him, like I wanted to do that first time I saw him, back when my father was still here and he would be there to take care of the bar. “Did you say you loved me?” I have no idea how the words manage to escape my lips in a whisper, or where they even came from.
For the first time that I can remember, Dean blushes. With his large hand running down the back of his neck, he grins at me, a boyish grin. “I might have. I might have said I love you so damn much it hurts.”
His grin falters slightly until I lift up onto my tip toes to press my lips against his and give him all of me in that one touch.
I don’t know when I gave my heart to him, but right now, I vow to give him all of me.
“I love you Dean.” I love him so damn much it hurts too. “You promise you’ll stay with me?”
Wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest, he brings me back to bed. “I’ll stay with you Lysa. I’m here with you. I’m right here. And I’m not leaving anymore.”
He repeats, “I love you.”
