Three Words You Shouldn’t Say Right After S*x
Shay
Bryson’s been subdued since Friday night. I understood. Seeing the man that you grew up with, the one that betrayed you after three years, is a lot. I know he says he’s over the betrayal of what Christine did to him, but I don’t think he is over the betrayal of what Conner did to him.
I know it would be much harder for me to get over a betrayal from a best friend than it would be a partner. I stared at him as he slept. We were facing each other. Bryce had gotten up twenty minutes ago and went down to the gym and started to work out. I think he felt Bryson’s withdrawal and it was affecting him. So, he was pumping some iron to get his
frustrations out.
Bryson in sleep is so handsome. His face is soft without any worry or stress lines. He looked a lot younger than he did when he was awake. His lips were set, they were relaxed, and I couldn’t help leaning in and kissing them softly. He hummed and smacked his lips together, making me giggle quietly.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I’m going to keep you safe, and I will protect your heart.”
I kissed him again before getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom to do my business, washing my hands and
brushing my teeth, before getting into the shower. I checked myself over to make sure I was still smooth everywhere. I’d
probably have to make an appointment in two weeks.
I was bent over washing my feet, when I heard a hum and hands run over my butt.
“I like seeing you like this, pretty girl. Your ass is amazing. Grab your ankles for me baby.”
I did as Bryce asked. He took two fingers and pushed them inside me. I knew I was wet, because staring at Bryson in bed
does that to me. Hell, just hearing them breathe makes me wet. Let’s be honest here.
I moaned as he bent over me and kissed my spine as his fingers moved in and out of me. He twisted his hand while he
finger f*cked me and hit a spot that made me squeal. He concentrated there, and my squealing turned into begging. My
stomach tightened, my legs started to shake, and I burst, c*mming so hard and squirting all over his fingers and hand. I
put a hand over my mouth and screamed, hoping I didn’t wake Bryson up. He needed his sleep.
“F*ck baby,” Bryce said as I slowly stood and turned. He was licking his hand and fingers. His eyes blazing with heat, his
c*ck jutting out.
I dropped to my knees, and he inhaled sharply. I gripped his c*ck and licked him from base to tip where I swirled my
tongue around his head. His head fell forward, his eyes piercing into mine as I kept eye contact with him. I licked back down his shaft and started to jerk him as I gently tongued his balls before sucking one into my mouth and rolling it
around.
“F***ck, pretty girl, the face you make tonguing my balls. I can see your lust, and it drives me wild.” I gripped his shaft tighter and his hips bucked as he groaned.
I gave his other ball the same attention before licking back up his shaft and opening my mouth wide. He grabbed my hair and guided me as I swallowed what I could. His groan was loud as he helped me bob back and forth. He leaned over a little and steadied himself with one hand against the wall and the other on the back of my head. As I came forward he thrusted, and I swallowed more of him. I breathed through my nose and took as much as I could. He started to curse and lose control. His knees buckled slightly.
“F*ck, I need you,” he suddenly said, taking me off of his c*ck leaning down and lifting me. He pushed me against the wall, notched himself and slammed into me balls deep. His mouth fused to mine as he swallowed my scream. He was
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relentless as his hips snapped back and forth and his c*ck thrusted in and out of me.
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“Your p*ssy is so f*cking perfect. You fit me so well, pretty girl. It’s like you were made for me. Your tight, wet, heat is so addicting. I can’t f*cking get enough,” he groaned. His hips started to move faster, he was close.
I held on for dear life, he was pummeling my p*ssy. I bit down on his shoulder as the orgasm slammed through me, and he roared his release, pumping his c*m into me.
“You’re my f*cking girl, Shay. My f*cking everything. It scared me knowing Conner was so close to you. I don’t know why, it just hit me hard.”
I pulled back and stared into his eyes. “Bryce, you and Bryson, I know it’s so fast, but, I love you. I feel it in my heart that this is right. I didn’t even feel this all-consuming passionate love with Carson. I could live without him. I didn’t need to be with him every day like I need to be with the two of you. I hate being separated from you two. So, yeah. I love you.”
His look was so possessive and he squeezed me so hard, I could hardly breathe.
“Shay, I…um…” he started to say.
“Hey, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I know you care about me, that’s all I need right now, okay?” I said, trying to
reassure him. It did hurt that he didn’t feel the same way, but that’s on me. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything because
now he was looking at me worriedly. I knew the three words you shouldn’t say right after s*x, but I mistakenly did. I gave
him a smile. “I need to clean up. I have some more homemade salsa and chips to make, and I promised to bring some
mini pies.”
“Okay, hey, we’re good?” he asked me, grabbing my cheeks and peering into my eyes.
“Yeah,” I said, puckering my lips. He pecked me and let me down.
I quickly rinsed my face as the tears fell from my eyes to mask them with water. Then I washed my body again and got
out. I dried off as Bryce stayed in the shower. I walked into the bedroom and I looked at the bed. Bryson was lying there
staring up at the ceiling. I ran over to the bed, dropped my towel and climbed in. He turned on his side as I got close and
opened his arms. I laid there as he held me looking at him.
“Why are your eyes so sad,” he asked me.
“They aren’t. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, Sunshine. Don’t worry about me. But why are you lying to me?”
“It’s nothing, Bryson. Are you hungry? I can make some breakfast while I start making food for today’s barbecue.”
“Can I have an all-meat omelet?”
“Absolutely,” I said with a smile. I kissed him and then rolled out of bed. I walked into the closet and slipped on some
undies and a bra. I grabbed a t-shirt that I wouldn’t mind getting dirty and a pair of cotton shorts. I turned and rammed
right into Bryce.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. Everything felt awkward. “I’m making Bryson an all-meat omelet. Do you want one?”
“Yeah, that would be great,” he said with a small smile. I nodded and slipped around him. I had to get away from both of
them and this was the first time I’ve felt insecure around them.
I made it to the kitchen where I got some onions. Then I started on the bacon and sausage for the omelet. While the meat cooked, I started cutting onions for my salsa, and so I could cry. I needed it. My stupid brain and mouth. I shouldn’t have told Bryce I loved him, and I should have given Bryson some space because he was clearly struggling and didn’t
want to talk about it.
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I was sniffling as tears streamed down my face, both from feeling sorry for myself and the sting from the onions.
“Baby, are you okay?” Bryson asked.
“Yeah, the onions are stinging my eyes really badly. But I needed to chop up extra today since I am tripling my salsa batch. Why don’t you guys go watch TV? I’ll bring you your plates when your food is ready.” I was met with silence, but I refused to turn around. I heard feet shuffling and someone got in the fridge, most likely for a drink. I felt a set of lips on the back of my head, but only one set. Yeah, I f*cked up. I probably scared Bryce. I needed to talk to my girls and James.
