Free The Muse and the Fairy Tale (New Hampshire Bears #1) by Mary Smith Page A

going?” he asked again.
    “Mmmm.” I couldn’t clearly say my words right then.
    “I’d lay her on the bed, kissing each of her thighs, before opening her up. Feeling her squirm under me, I’d suck her clit hard, until she screamed my name.”
    I rubbed myself and pushed on my clit. I was so wet.
    “I wouldn’t stop until her juices were all over my tongue and mouth.”
    I gasped, thinking of his mouth in between my legs. There wasn’t much air in the room, and my lips were dry again.
    “I would kiss my way back up to her lips and let her taste herself. Once she sucked her essence from my tongue, I would position myself at her entrance and make her beg me to slide inside her. Once I was satisfied hearing her beg, I wouldn’t be gentle at all. I’d slam right into her. Feeling her tightness around my cock, I’d pull back and do it again. Over and over, I would continue until she couldn’t remember her name.”
    The vision of Kyson above me, his green eyes boring into me as he slammed into me, sent me almost over the edge of my self-ecstasy.
    “Meadow.” His voice was strained. “You’re thinking about me pounding into you, aren’t you?”
    “Yes.” My voice cracked as I rubbed my clit.
    “You want me inside you, don’t you?”
    “Yes.” I was so close.
    “I want you too, Meadow. I want to feel you on my cock. Fuck,” he grunted, and I knew he was coming.
    It was my trigger. Thinking of him coming inside me sent me over the cliff, and I repeated his name over and over, riding out the wave.
    We both were panting loudly over the phone, both unsure what to say next.
    “Meadow?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m so going to fuck you Friday.”
    I giggled. Okay, maybe he did know what to say.
    “I have to clean up before Remington comes back.”
    “Okay.”
    “I will see you on Friday.” He was leaving no room for an argument from me.
    “Yes, you will.”
     

     
    Thanks to Kyson’s help, I was able to fix the disconnected scene and send it off to Harlow to edit. I’d thought about using the phone sex as Kyson and I had done, but I didn’t do it.
    Friday finally made it and I was anxious as I posted the cover of Kyson. I didn’t read any of the comments; I was getting ready for my signing.
    I loaded up my car and headed off to Concord. This was the only time I really wished I had an assistant; I hated having to lug everything around, but I’ve learned the easiest way to carry it all.
    Once the convention began, I smiled and interacted with my readers. I signed books for them, took pictures, and laughed with them. I’ve always enjoyed conventions. Well, not the packing part, but meeting and hanging out with my fans was the best.
    As I started packing everything up for the trip home, I began getting nervous about my date with Kyson. I’ve thought about our phone sex session desperately, and I wanted him to do it all to me.
    Our texts over the last couple of days were light. It was mainly about hockey, and there was no mention of the book or sex. I’d wanted to ask Harlow her opinion, but I already knew what she would say. She’d tell me to grab a condom, slap it on, and ride Kyson like a mechanical bull.
    As I turned onto my street, my face broke out into a smile. Kyson’s truck was already parked in my driveway. I pulled up behind him and watched him hop out of the truck. He was wearing dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He definitely had a bad-boy image going on, even though he really wasn’t one.
    He opened my car door for me, and the second I was out, he grabbed my face and kissed me.
    “Hello is so overrated, right?” I used his line on him.
    “Something like that.” He beamed.
    “I need to empty out my car.”
    “I’ll help,” he volunteered, and I opened the trunk.
    We carried the boxes and bags into the house and put them in my office. My cheeks heated up thinking about what happened in here the other night. Kyson was standing close to me. I could feel the heat