The Muse and the Fairy Tale (New Hampshire Bears #1) (7 page)

“You’re too cute to be so frustrating.” I captured her lips with mine. I enjoyed her lips so much.
Oh, how I wanted more from her.

So much more.

“I had a great evening, Kyson.” She stroked my cheek and a shiver traveled through me.

“Me too, Meadow.” If I didn’t walk away now, I was going to take her right there in her office. “I’m going to head home.” I kissed her once more, and then she walked me to the door.

Like an adolescent girl staring at a
One Direction
poster, I was staring at Meadow’s Facebook post.

You guys know how much I love my Bears…Well, here is my cover model for
Standing Your Ground
Kyson Wick. He’s a right wing for the New Hampshire Bears. You’ll get to see the cover Friday.

The selfie we took was attached and now my eyes were locked tight on Meadow’s blue eyes and bright smile. I shared the photo on my fan page announcing I’d be on the cover and then boarded the plane with the rest of the team.

Hamilton was the first to open his trap. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our very own cover model. What’s up, Fabio?”

“Captain, are you jealous she picked me and not you?” I teased him back.

“Hardly, Kid.” He took a seat a couple back from me. He was always so stern when he spoke. I’ve never seen him smile. I wondered if his face would crack if he did.

“You really did it?” Remington dropped into the seat next to me.

“Yep, I had a great time too.” I informed him, buckling my seatbelt.

“What was it like?” Keaton turned, up on his knees, to face us.

“Some guy took my picture. That’s it.” I didn’t tell them I was now dating the author.

“How crazy.” Keaton shook his head and sat back down.

“Is it one of those mushy-lovey books?” Remington turned his nose up.

“It’s a hockey romance book.”

“What?” Keaton popped his head up again. “Is that a thing?”

I nodded. “They’re not too bad.”

“You read them?” Keaton eyes grew wide.

“Of course.”

“Did you learn anything?” Remington ribbed me.

“I took notes for you since I have no issues in that department,” I smirked.

Remington was about to say something, but Coach Long stood up to go over our schedule real quick. As he finished, I felt a vibration from my phone. My mouth dropped seeing the caller ID:

Angela.

Chapter Eleven

Meadow

It was Thursday night, and I was reading over the notes from my betas. They liked the book, but they both commented on the first sex scene on the book. They both said the characters felt disconnected.

I read through the scene three times, and I couldn’t figure out what to fix to make it work. I tried a couple of different changes, but then it just sounded dumb. I was about to give up when my phone rang.

Kyson.

“Hi,” I breathlessly answered.
Oh, grow up, Meadow.

“Hello. How are you?”

“Truthfully, I’m not sure.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, concerned.

I explained to him everything the betas said and told him I made some changes, but it wasn’t working out right.

“Read it to me,” Kyson said.

“Um…what?”

“Come on. Read it to me.”

“I can’t do that.”

Kyson chuckled. “Why? Maybe all you need is a male perspective to help guide you.”

I ordered myself to think of any excuse not to do this. “I’m sure you need to go have dinner or rest.”

“Nope. I already ate, and I’m currently lying in bed and all the guys are at the bar. So no one will be bothering me. Read it to me.”

I grumbled. Damn it, he had a comeback for everything?

“Meadow, stop stalling and read aloud.” Kyson’s tone was firm.

“Okay…um…all right.” I cleared my throat. “Marshall is in the bedroom with Becky. They start kissing—”

“Stop,” Kyson cut me off. “Read the words on the screen to me.”

I took a deeper breath. “Okay.”

Marshall walked behind Becky as she led them to her bedroom. She was shaking, but she wanted this. She was ready. She turned into Marshall’s arms, and she felt the comfort she longed for. She thought she had before, but she’d been wrong. Marshall was her true soulmate.

He began to kiss her neck and her perfume made his cock twitch. He knew she was worried about their age difference, but he was going to make sure she would have no more doubts about him.

He loved her.

He wanted her to love him in return.

He kissed down her neck as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Becky shivered as the silk fabric tickled her arms when Marshall pushed it off.

I paused because it was about to get graphic.

“Keep going.” Kyson cleared his throat.

I adjusted myself in my seat as the pressure between my legs built.

“Meadow.” I could hear the seduction in his tone.

I started reading again.

Marshall’s cock twitched as his hands reached for her bra clasp. Becky’s nipples grew harder as he aimlessly tossed it aside. He drew her closer to him as he maneuvered them to the bed. First, he suckled her nipple and then worked her thong down before he started removing his clothes. He inserted into her with a gentle push.

“Oh my God, Meadow. This sounds like instructions for putting together an IKEA bookshelf,” Kyson laughed.

“It isn’t like that.” The smile on my face was from his joke.

“Yes, it is. Meadow, I’ve read four of your books, and you’ve done great sex scenes. What’s the problem now?”

“Um…” How could I say the words?

“Say it.”

“I usually pull from personal experience,” I confessed softly.

“Ah, so you have been tied up then?”

“Yes.” I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me. “It was a guy I was seeing when I finished college.” I came clean.

“What’s the problem here then?”

“The truth?”

“Always.”

“I’ve never been with a younger man,” I declared.

“This book is about us, isn’t it?”

“No. I started this book before…us.” Are we an
us
?

“But, I’m the muse, right?”

“Technically, Yes.”

“And this Becky wants the fairy tale, right?”

“Yes,” I exhaled.

“Then it
is
us.”

For a long moment, there was silence. He was right; I’d turned this book into us. I’d used what I thought Kyson would be like and do to me in the book. I’d done it without even thinking.

“Meadow, since I’m the muse and Marshall, I think I should help you with this part.”

“How so?” My voice cracked.

“You said you’ve never been with a younger man, but I’ve had older women.”

“And…”

“Let me tell you how I would take care of Becky.”

My heart pounded against my chest. I released a slow breath.

“I would have taken Becky to the bedroom. She wouldn’t have led me.” His voice was low, carnal, and passionate.

He is really going to do it.

“Slowly, I would work her clothes off. Each time I undo a button, I kiss your…her…skin. When the shirt slips off, I would turn her around, and as I undid her bra, I would gently bite at her shoulder, making her nipples hard. I would remove her bra and caress her breasts, still nipping her shoulders.

“I would gently drag my fingers down her chest and stomach until I reached the top of her jeans. I’d pop the button and drag them off, leaving her in her panties. I’m hoping it’s something black and lacy.

“While I was still behind her, I would, over the lacy thong, toy with her clit, hearing her moan my name.”

I was breathing a bit heavier, and I was itching. Itching to touch myself and relieve the pressure I felt between my legs.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes,” I breathed without thinking about anything else.

“Meadow, are you touching yourself?” His voice was raspier than normal.

“No.”

“You want to, don’t you?”

I moaned and moved around my seat, trying to find a comfortable position.

“Do it, Meadow. Let me hear you as you touch yourself.”

“Are you?” I panted.

“I am.”

I licked my dry lips and reached under my yoga pants and thong. I thought of Kyson slowly stroking himself in the hotel room.

“Do you want me to keep 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 rolling off his body. I slowly turned around and his green eyes were full of lust.

“We’re not going out, are we?” My voice creaked and my breathing was erratic.

He shook his head. “Not unless you don’t want me to take you to the bedroom.”

I didn’t say a word. Instead, I kissed him. I wanted him to take me the bedroom. I’d shaved every inch of my body this morning in hopes having sex with him tonight.

Our lips remained locked as Kyson picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. My first thought was he was going to hurt his back, but he didn’t complain or even grunt in pain.

When he put my feet down, he undressed me, and his lips were so soft against my skin. I moaned and gasped as he took off my jeans. He laid me on the bed, and I watched him remove his clothes. He was beautiful. His thighs were large and muscular. His abs had definition; they weren’t like a body builder or anything, but they were certainly there.

When he took off his boxer briefs, my mouth went dry. He was large and thick; and made me even wetter. My body hummed for him.

True to our phone sex, he licked and sucked me until I was shaking with release and yelling his name. When he did slam into me, there was a stinging pain and then nothing but pleasure pulsed through me.

“Come with me, Meadow,” Kyson demanded, still pounding into me.

I didn’t believe he could command my orgasm, but him calling out my name again sent me spiraling and Kyson followed. We were both panting loudly, trying to catch our breath.

When Kyson rolled off me, he took me with him, and I rested on his chest. I closed my eyes and fell into a restful sleep.