Free Left by Shyla Colt Page A

Goosebumps break out over my flesh. “We’re going to have to buy this dress. Because I’m about to make a mess.” He covers my hands with his pinning me in place as he picks up speed. He’s touching more than my body. He’s reaching my soul, plastering up the tears left behind by others who were reckless with my heart. 
    “Oh.” My voice warbles. My vision blurs as I lose myself to the swell of pleasure and emotions he’s evoking with his sweet loving. I submit to the experience, trusting in the love built on friendship. Once admitted, the truth could no longer be contained or ignored. I open myself to the man offering me everything I’ve always wanted.
    “Yes, Houston. Love me.” My voice cracks.
    “Hold on baby, wait for me. Wait for me.” We move together in a frenzy of hips, limbs, and words. He drives deep, and I come, hard, trembling and praying as the release floods over me like water from a broken dam. He grunts and grips my hips tight as he spills inside me with a warm and endless flow of his seed. I welcome his weight as we catch our breath.
    “You okay?”
    “That doesn’t even begin to cover what I am.”
    He chuckles.
    “What are the chances they didn’t hear anything?” I whisper.
    “I wouldn’t bet on those types of odds, but I can guarantee you no one will say a thing to you, or they’ll be dealing with me.” He eases out, and I instantly miss the feel of him.  He helps me stand. A goofy smile spreads across his lips.
    “What?” 
    “You look good with my come inside of you and your lips swollen from my kisses.
    I touch my lips with two fingers.
    “Don’t move.” He yanks up his pants and pulls out his phone snapping a few shots. “I want to remember this moment, forever.”
    “You don’t need pictures to remember what’s impossible to forget.” I cup his face and kiss him, claiming him as I let the emotions I’ve struggled to stifle free. I rise up on my tip toes and tilt my head this way and that, deepening our kiss. I want to crawl inside him and live. He’s the sum of all my hopes and dreams packaged in a  rugged package, and I am never letting him go.
    “You’re stuck with me now, Houston Cabhan Maloney.”
    “Wouldn’t have it any other way, My Livy.”
    ***
    Houston
    I’m a man reborn as I watch her pose for the shoot. She has a ruffled, ruffled expression I take pleasure in seeing. When we emerged, Ryan took one look at the situation and shot me a look that said he’d heard everything that happened. Wisely he kept his trap shut, and began the last shoot. There was something to using the car for the shot. It’s lost its hold over me.
     
    My lips twitch up. I’ll always associate my first time with Liv with the Cadillac Sixty Special. She possesses enough goodness and light to wash out the darkest moment of my exists.
     
    “Okay, darling. I’ve gotten more than enough shots for today. I think the hard part will be deciding on which we’ll use. You’ve got a great look.”
    “Thank you. But this was a one-time thing as a favor. I’m much more comfortable giving orders than I am taking them.”
    “You got your hands full with this one, don’t you?” Ryan says.
    “And he likes it,” She says.
    “I do,” I agree.
    Ryan throws his head back and laughs. “I like you. You have sass for days.
    “Are you good here?” I ask.
    “Yes, I’m going to pack up. This doll can change back into her casual gear.”
    “I’ll meet you in the office?” I say thinking of the mail I’d forgotten to look at.
    "I'll come find you when I'm finished," Liv says.
    “You need anything else from me?” I ask Ryan.
    “No, it’ll take me at least a day to run through all the photos and pick the best. Once I have them done, I’ll link our computers, and we’ll go over them on three-way with Ollie?”
    “Sounds good to me. I’ll talk to you then, man.” I pat his back and step outside.
    Ollie looks up from his phone where he’s lounging on the couch. “You