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The Layover(33)

By:Whitney Gracia Williams


“Paris?” He sweeps sweaty strands of hair away from my forehead. “Are you okay?”

I try to say, “Fuck yes,” but everything goes black.



My body is sore. Beyond sore.

I can barely feel my legs, my arms are weary, and the skin on my neck is reeling from all the sensual bites Blake placed there.

I don’t want to get up for the rest of the day. I just want to lie here—against Blake’s chest, and relive every single second of last night.

I’ve never been fucked like that. Ever.

I suddenly feel his hands rubbing my back and my eyes flutter open.

“Good morning.” He smiles.

“Good morning...”

He pulls me close and kisses my forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

I nod.

Gently, he slides his hands to my hips and pulls me even closer. “Did you have any plans in mind for today?”

“Has the snow magically gone away?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t have that many options, do I?”

“I have an idea.” He traces my lips with his fingers.

“I’m sure you do.”

“It’s not what you think it is.”

“Oh...” I’m actually sad that it isn’t.

“I’m going to make you breakfast while you shower, and then I’m going to take you somewhere.”

“Aren’t the roads still bad?”

“They are.” He rolls out of the bed. “Go shower.”

“Alone?” I gasp once I realize that I’ve said that aloud.

“Yes, alone.” He looks over my body. “If I shower with you, we won’t get anything else done today.”

I’m not sure why that’s such a bad thing, but I don’t get a chance to ask him about it. By the time I realize that he’s serious about me taking a shower alone, he’s left the room.

I lift myself up from the bed and make my way into the bathroom—smiling at every muscle ache that I currently feel. I’m not sure how I manage to get into his shower, but I’m honestly incapable of doing anything past turning on the water.

I stand still and let the streams fall over me—sighing every few minutes, asking myself if staying with him for a few more days would really ruin anything. I’ve had more fun with him these past few days than I had with Adrian in the last three years combined.

As the glass begins to fog, I shut my eyes and hold my face under the water for what feels like forever. I don’t want to think about anything but last night, and I honestly hope that all Blake has planned is a repeat.

I’m replaying the part where he kissed me against the wall, when I feel hands cupping my breasts from behind.

I immediately open my eyes and turn around to see Blake.

“I thought you said no to showering together?”

“I changed my mind.” He covers my lips with his and pushes me against the wall. “I’m going to fuck you again.”

He tries to lift my leg around his waist, but I don’t let him. I tear my lips away from his mouth and start to plant kisses against his chest.

As he threads his fingers through my hair, I move my kisses down to his abs, then to his stomach.

I look up at him as I gently rub his dick, as I tease his tip with my tongue—listening to the light groans that are escaping from his mouth.

“Paris...”

I swirl my tongue all around him, ignoring how roughly he’s pulling my hair.

“Fuck...” He yanks me up and spins me around—pressing my breasts against the tile. “I’ll take you out tomorrow...”





Chapter 10


Three days left.

That’s it.

That’s all I have left with Blake and for some reason, I’m dreading saying goodbye. I figure he must be dreading it as well, because he’s been asking me what it’ll take for me to stay every chance he gets.

He’s told me to wear something casual so he can take me out again, so I’m wearing jeans and a red T-shirt.

As I look over myself in the mirror, my phone rings. David.

“Hello?”

“Am I interrupting another pussy-licking session or are you able to talk?”

“I’m able to talk.” I roll my eyes. “But only for a few minutes. He’s taking me out tonight...again.”

“Of course he is.” He laughs. “Could you do me a fucking favor and call your mom, please? She’s been calling me every hour on the hour because you have yet to call her back. It’s been over a week, Paris. Don’t you find that a bit irresponsible on your part?”

I frown. I’ve ignored every other person that’s called me since I came here; I don’t want to face the drama that’s waiting for me in Nashville any time soon.