Page 57 of The Upside of Falling
Broken.
Unable to breathe, I lie on the floor, clutching the plane, tears clouding my eyes. I want to escape, to never have to live this day again. My birthday. The day my dad died, and the day Ted took away the one thing that reminded me of the good times with my dad.
Chapter Twenty-Three
COLBY
Propped up in bed, two pillows between my back and the headboard, I hold my book in front of me. I didn’t bother to get dressed for the day after my shower besides a pair of boxer briefs, to be respectful of the fact I’m in someone else’s house.
The sun is shining through the white curtains covering the French doors of the pool house, granting me privacy and sunlight at the same time.
An empty protein bar wrapper is next to me with a bottle of water.
Simple.
Just the way I like it.
The book I read every year on my birthday—for I don’t know how long—is tattered on the ends, well worn, but by no means ready to fall apart. It still has plenty more birthdays left in it.
Knock, knock.
Confused, I look to the door. Stryder knows my routine. He knows I don’t celebrate this day, so why is he bothering me . . . andwhy is he knocking?
“Come in,” I call out, not bothering to get up. I turn back to my book.
The door parts open and the minute her scent hits me, my eyes shoot up to find Rory standing in the pool house, bag at her side, wearing black leggings, a matching black long-sleeved shirt, her hair curled and . . . red lipstick painted across her lips.
“Rory?” I sit up and set my book to the side. “What are you doing here?”
Shutting the door and setting her bag down on the floor, she smiles at me, walking toward the bed. I've never seen anything so beautiful.I needed this. Her.“I came to wish you a happy birthday.”
Climbing into bed with me, she pushes me back against the pillows, and sits on my lap. I place my hands on her hips, fucking happy to see her. “You didn’t have to come here.” I stroke her cheek. “I don’t celebrate my birthday. I lie low on this day.”
“Stryder told me the same thing, and we don’t have to celebrate if you don’t want to, but I don’t want you to be alone. I have the whole day off, and I want to be with you.”
I search her eyes, kind and loving, and I can feel myself slipping, falling for this girl. I didn’t know how much I wanted her until she showed up, and now I don’t want her to leave. Because even though it’s my tradition to be by myself, Rory is different. I crave her presence, right here in my bed, snuggled up next to me.
“Is this okay?” she asks, looking nervous.
I run the pad of my thumb over her lip, the red lipstick staying put. “This is perfect. Thank you. You’re the best birthday present I’ve ever had.”
Smiling brightly, she wiggles on top of me, waking my dick. Scanning my body, she looks me up and down, her eyes lingering on my abs. “You’re even more handsome in person.” Her hands travel down my chest along with her body.
“What are you doing?” I ask, watching how she grabs the sheets around my waist and pulls them down, revealing the obvious bulge in my boxer briefs.
“Starting this birthday off right with one of your fantasies.” Getting up from the bed, she snags the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the side. She does the same with her pants, leaving her in matching red lingerie. Unlike the thong she wore last night, today she’s wearing a see-through G-string covered in a flower. And it reveals a lot. Her bra, fuck, the damn thing is see-through besides a few strategically placed flowers over her nipples.
So. Fucking. Gorgeous. As she climbs onto the bed, my dick grows hard and thick with each move she makes toward me. My aroused state starts to blur my vision, everything around us fading to black as I focus on Rory and Rory alone.
She gently runs her hands up my thighs until she reaches the waistband of my boxer briefs. My cock is so fucking hard, begging to be touched. Licking those luscious red lips, Rory takes no time in stripping me down, revealing my length, her hair tickling my thighs as she takes me all in, her eyes wide, yet satisfied.
“You’re huge, Colby.” She looks up at me, pure lust flowing through her. With eyes locked on mine, she reaches out and then holds my cock in her hand. A hiss escapes past my lips, the feeling of her hand wrapped around me so incredible.
It’s been a good amount of time since I’ve been intimate with anyone, so I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to be touched, to have a woman between my legs. But fuck, it’s Rory, and it’s that much better. And any fantasy I had about her has been completely overshadowed. She’s . . . magnificent. So fucking hot. Seeing her bent over my cock . . .God. Nothing comes close.Not even last night when I watched her lose herself to her orgasm. Heard every uneven breath. Heard every moan. Watched her eyes dilate with desire.Like they are now.I came then while watching her, and then two times more seeing the unforgettable vision of her coming over and over again.
Bending forward, her tongue peeks out, and I hold my breath as she licks the very tip of me. My head falls back against the pillows, my body melting into the mattress beneath me.
“Fuck . . .” I breathe out just as her mouth pulls me in, hot and wet, taking me all the way to the back of her throat and pulling back up, her teeth barely grazing my skin, adding another sensation.
