Just Right (Bliss Peak #1)

by Shon

“Fuck this bank and fuck anybody who tells you you can’t do what the hell you want to do just because you’re not doing it the way they want.

The other night Sincere told me about your business idea and I think it’s as brilliant as you are. All you need is funding, and now you have me, so funding is what you’re going to get. But not before we let this bank know you don’t need them for shit.”

“My mind can’t comprehend someone being this nice and expecting nothing in return.” “I never said I didn’t want anything in return, Goldyn. I want you happy in return.”

“You agreed to be mine, and I take care of what’s mine. Why do you think Sin gets whatever the fuck he wants? The thought of you spending my money and it making you happy turns me on. That’s the beginning and end of it.”

Keep whatever you saved up for yourself. Just know your bookstore is taken care of. My nipples budded at the memory of how those words rolled off his tongue. He’d said it like he was giving me the weather report and my senses were in overdrive because of it. What the hell kind of fairytale had I walked into?

“If you’re sleeping in my bed and I’m not doing anything to make sure you have everything you want and need, then I give you permission to call me a deadbeat.”

“Remember, you don’t need shit from these people.”

My mouth ran dry. This conversation was out of my tax bracket.

“It’s not like my tongue is down your throat, Goldy. We’re holding hands. And even if I did want to shove my tongue down your throat, it would be none of their damn business. The threat of gossip has never moved me.”

She paused and waited for me to acknowledge her, the sunny smile on her lips never wavering. Why was she like this? And why did it feel like my soul was thawing by proximity to her warmth?

I wasn’t used to people asking me follow-up questions. And she clearly wasn’t used to people telling her no.

She propped a hand against her cheek, drawing my attention to the tiny freckles dotting her scrunched face. Twenty-four on her right cheek. Twenty-two on the left. And ten across the bridge of her button nose. Fifty-six total. I didn’t know why I knew that, but I did and it made me question everything about myself.

This woman I wasn’t supposed to be paying attention to took up too m...

Thirty minutes and this would be over. That was just ten minutes three times. I could do that. And then I could go back to pretending this woman didn’t turn my world on its axis every time she walked in the room.

All I could think about was Goldyn’s contagious energy, the way she smiled at everyone, and the inflections in her voice when she got excited.

She may have tricked me into a long lunch break, but I didn’t hate it. And when she showed up the next day and the day after that, I didn’t hate that either.

Lorenzo had the most tempting physique I’d ever seen. He wasn’t even undressed right now and my mind ran rampant with all the ways I wanted to lick up his muscles and see his abs flexing while he pounded into me⁠—

“Nah, I can’t have your pretty ass walking around this house or this town thinking I don’t want you when wanting you is all I do. I wake up hard every morning you’re in my bed, Goldyn. I’ve fucked my hand countless times after watching you and Sin together. There’s no part of me that isn’t attracted to you.”

“I want you so damn bad it hurts. But I didn’t want to overwhelm you, baby. I know this is your first time having two lovers and I wanted you and Sin to have your moment. That doesn’t mean I don’t plan to fuck you every chance I get when you’re ready.” “When you’re ready,”

I’d been ready for him since the second I rode his hand. I wanted him so bad my chest hurt at the thought of him not wanting me too.

“Fuck, Enzo. I’m coming,” I sobbed. “And look how pretty you are doing it.”

How the fuck did he do that with his hands? And why did I already want him to do it again?

“The next time you think I don’t want you, I want you to remember that making you come just made me come in my pants.”

I didn’t think I’d ever experienced anything sexier than this. Knowing my pleasure got him off wrecked me in the best way.

“I just came all over myself from the thought of you coming, baby. Don’t ever think I don’t want you,”

“Then make up your mind and do it, Goldy. I’ll be here when you’re ready. Money has never been the issue. But I won’t jump unless you tell me to, pretty girl.”

“God, Sincere. I need you to open a bakery so I can have this every day of my life.”

“I didn’t know you were so competitive, love.” Sincere’s voice had a teasing lilt and I cut my eyes up at him. “You started it,” I reminded him. “I was perfectly fine making mediocre art in the back of this truck with you and then you had to add in a prize for the winner.”

“Nothing you make could ever be mediocre, Goldy.”

“Come here and kiss me.” And just that easily, I dropped everything and went to give him what he wanted. Because it was what I wanted too. And when we packed up the car later, headed back to the house, I sat in the passenger seat with a smile plastered on my face because I’d just gone on the best date of my life with a man who didn’t know how much he meant to me.

There were too many sensations to name. I didn’t even know if I was feeling all of them in real time. Lorenzo sucked and Goldy’s hips bucked, trapping me in a never-ending cycle of lust and need. And there was nothing I could do but lay here and take it. Lay here and love it.

“As much as I wanna make you come in my hand, Sin, I wanna watch you fuck our girl until she comes and then I’m gonna come inside of you.”

“Make our girl cream on this pretty dick, Sin. And then I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

My dick twitched inside of her, happy to be home. And her walls clamped all around me in a welcoming grip. She was perfect. This was perfect. Except Lorenzo wasn’t fucking me. And I really, really needed him to fuck me.

Needed to release every pent up emotion I couldn’t express with words. Because it felt like Sincere’s dick had been made for me and I didn’t know how I could ever go back to not having it.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Oh my god. “I’ll never get over how pretty you look coming on my dick.”

“Can I fuck you while he fucks me, Goldyn?”

I wanted to write songs about the things his tongue made me feel. The way his dick made me believe in heaven. The way his body made me happy to be alive.

Lorenzo’s attention zeroed in on me, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re so fucking perfect for us, Goldy. Don’t ever forget that. This is exactly where you belong.”

“Fuck, Goldy. Look what we did.”

I never went looking for trouble, but it had a fucked up way of finding me.

Desperate cries ate up the space between our rooms and filled my ears with a melody I was never supposed to hear. Because now that I’d heard it, I knew it was all I would be able to think about.

The splinter in her throaty voice. Sin and Enzo’s deeper moans that followed up her high-pitched cries. And the rhythmic knocking of the bed against the wall.

My dick was still heavy against my thigh. And my heart was still knocking in my chest like I’d been standing at the foot of the bed watching her get fucked into oblivion.

Why did the thought of my friends pounding her to the point of tears make my dick press harder against my pants?

I needed to chill the fuck out. Goldyn Ambrose was off-limits. Even in my fantasies.

Any woman who drove me this off the rails without touching me was a woman I didn’t want anyway.

Why was she always so excited to see me? I hated how much I didn’t hate it. She was everything I usually avoided in a woman. Bubbly. Talkative. And too damn optimistic.

Every time she opened her mouth to speak to me, it felt like the sun was shining directly on us, regardless of whether it was night or day.

Was this how it felt to slowly go insane? To be addicted to something I knew wasn’t good for me? To dread it and crave it at the same time? I was a walking, breathing contradiction with Goldyn and the worst part was that I didn’t know how to fix it.