Just Right (Bliss Peak #1)

by Shon

“You thought I wasn’t coming in this pussy, G?”

His strokes were shallow and teasing. Then deep and soul-shattering. The unpredictable rhythm knocked the little sense I had in my head loose. I needed him as deep as he could go. Until he touched my soul and signed his name.

“You like playing with me until I shut you up with this dick, huh?”

He withdrew then reentered me with the unhurried finesse of a man who knew how much power he held over me. And when he stilled inside of me, walked us away from the wall and then used my hips to fuck me up and down his length, I knew my fate was sealed. There was no coming back from the way he was fucking me. I was ruined.

I was begging. I was moaning. I was coming.

“You something special, you know that?”

“Should I let you get back to your workout?” “Fuck that workout,”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He cradled my face, his touch gentle after fucking me so hard. Caressing from my thighs up to my waist, Rome set me down on the floor and pulled my dress up over my head. He took a step back, tipping his head to watch his cum trickle out of me, onto my inner thighs. “And so fucking mine.”

It was happening, every single dream I’d had for years was falling into place, and I needed to calm the fuck down.

I was overwhelmed. Happy. In disbelief that this was my life. And a small part—the part of me that still felt like an eighteen year old finding out her grandmother passed unexpectedly—wanted a hug from Benita to tell me I deserved this. Deep breath, Goldy. It’s happening because you deserve it. You deserve to be here, receiving all the love and support that you are.

If my grandmother was here, she’d gently tease me for crying, and I could hear her raspy voice as if she were standing in front of me. “I know my grand baby ain’t sitting up here with tears in her eyes.” Then her rough hands, weathered from years of gardening and factory work, would wipe away the tears while she smiled at me. “See? You a’ight. Just as pretty as you wanna be.” A kiss agai...

Benita Ambrose might not be here to see all my dreams come true, but I could still honor her. She’d be proud of me for getting this far. For not letting the idea die with me as a doodle in my journal.

Was I sleeping with her husband? Hell no. But I wasn’t about to let this sour-faced woman talk to me any type of way in my place of business either. If she wanted to go low, we could take a bullet train to Hell for all I cared.

Breathe, Goldy, breathe. At least make it to the fucking van before you melt into a puddle of over-stimulated nerves.

“You’re not going anywhere, Goldyn. I don’t know why you thought running was something safe to do, but you got a few things fucked up between us if you think I’ma let you go that easy.”

“You belong wherever I am. I never agreed to three months with you. Remember that.” “What does that mean?” “It means exactly what it sounds like. This little ninety-day thing is between you, Enzo and Sin. It ain’t got shit to do with me and never will.”

“It means I don’t just let go when my heart is involved. I don’t fall in love easy, and you made me give a fuck. I’m not gonna just watch you walk out my life. We’ll figure it out.”

“I was always leaving in three months, Rome. And those three months are halfway done.” With a shake of his head, he released his hold on my face. “I don’t give a fuck about any of that, G. And if you think Sin and Enzo want you to leave, then your eyes haven’t been open.” “They haven’t told me otherwise, so I’m not gonna assume and get my feelings hurt.”

Romeo laughed dryly. “You hear yourself right now, G? You not gonna assume and get your feelings hurt, but you were just sneaking out in the middle of the night because...

“I’m sorry for trying to run last night. I wasn’t thinking.” Romeo’s hand found the back of my neck, and he massaged out a kink without me having to tell him where it was. “Once you told me what happened, I got it. It hurt knowing that you wanted to leave, but I understand why you did. That shit is a lot to process. Shit,” he drawled before taking another hit. “Running probably would’ve been my first instinct too.”

I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him with a slow curve of my lips. I loved this man. Every inch of his grumpy, brooding, logical self.

He held fast to my chin, locking me in place with his piercing stare. “I don’t just up and leave when my heart is involved, Goldyn. You’re not a temporary fling, and I don’t leave the people I love hanging just because they’re having a hard time.”

The people I love. Tears stung my nose and Romeo shook his head as they welled in my eyes. “Don’t start that shit. I can’t deal with you crying again.”

“Sorry,” I gasped, crying anyway. “I love you and it keeps hitting me at the worst times.” He smirked, running his thumb over a tear. “And when would be the best time for it to hit you, G?”

“Why am I here, Goldyn?” “Because I made you give a fuck and you love me.” He nodded, pride claiming his face at my easy recitation. “And what else?” “Because I belong wherever you are.” “Good. And don’t ever forget that shit.”

Before Romeo could retort, Lorenzo’s eyes locked on his chest and a smile stretched his lips. “Is that my hoodie?” He fingered the fabric covering Romeo’s shoulder and his smile broadened. “I knew you loved me. You should wear my clothes more often. They look good on you,” he added with a sly smirk, looking Romeo up and down.

“Goldyn, I’m in love with you,” he confessed, voice thick. “I can’t imagine ever going back to the way things were before you showed up. And we don’t want to. Right, Enzo?” “Right. We can’t do this without you. We need you.” “It was never supposed to be three months,” Sincere confessed,

“When we met you, I knew I wanted to see where this could go but I was too scared to tell you that upfront, so I masked it as a summer fling.”

“You mean too much to us to think we can’t see it. Or that we’re suddenly gonna stop wanting you after this summer. I’ll never stop wanting you, Goldyn.”

“Now, back to you,” Sincere said firmly, shifting the topic. “No more running, Goldyn. I couldn’t sleep all night thinking you were leaving us and we couldn’t reach you to find out why.” Goldyn cupped the side of his face and nodded. “I’ll work on that. I shut down when I’m overwhelmed, and it’s usually fine because I’ve always been alone. But I won’t sneak out again. I’ll tell you that I’m leaving.”

“We’re not tryna put a leash on you, mamas, but a text would save us a lot of stress. And your phone needs to be charged to do that.”

“One night was enough. You can’t leave us.”

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Lorenzo’s throaty growl permeated the temporary silence as his hips bucked. “You taking care of our girl while I take care of you.”

God, whenever he called me theirs, warmth spread throughout my body, blanketing every part of me I thought would never get to exist in this state of bliss.

“I love you, Goldyn.” He fucked into Sincere, fucking into me. “I love the way you take us.” He dropped a kiss on Sin’s shoulder. “And I love the way you love us.”

“She feels like home,” he answered. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Every time.”

I couldn’t take this. I was gonna come. Could already feel it building low in my core. Could already hear the blood rushing in my ears. Could already see the stars forming behind my lids. Sincere smirked when my walls clamped him tighter.

“You wanna come for me too, love?” Fuck yes. But I couldn’t speak. All I could do was bite down on my bottom lip and succumb to the torrent of pleasure consuming me. “That’s it, love. Let me feel how much you love it when we take care of you.” “Sincere, please.” “I’m right here, Goldy. And I’m not coming until you do. Let go for me.”

I didn’t bother pointing out that he and Lorenzo had already made me come three times before he ever slid inside of me. He’d been there. And he knew it. And I was still going...

I had a feeling Sincere could ask for the last breath in my lungs and I’d give it up, freely. Another part of me knew he would never ask because he was so used to sacrificing himself for others. But I wanted to sacrifice for him. Wanted him to know that I wanted to take ca...

“Yea, you can. You’re the bravest person I know.” “Not brave enough to open an envelope and find out if he’s my dad,” she followed up. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’re brave. Look at how you kept going after all your biggest losses. A lot of people don’t have it in them to move past it, but you do and you did. Every single time.”

“You went to college, even though you thought it was later than you should have. You graduated. You stood up for yourself to your doctor and got the surgery you needed. You converted a whole fucking van by yourself and traveled the country for two years in it. You danced in clubs where you didn’t know anybody. And now you’re opening the bookstore of your dreams because you never give the fuck up. You think a damn test result cancels all that out?”

Goldyn bit her lip, and I knew tears were about to start welling. But before they did, she got out a whispered, “I guess you were listening to me talk all those times I made you have lunch with me.” “I’m never not listening to y...

“Stop thanking me. The only thing you ever ask of me is my presence, and I’m going to give you that every time, because you never leave me alone.”

Even in sleep, she found a way to tuck herself into my space. Just this morning, I woke up with her in my bed, smelling like Sin and Enzo. We’d barely said good morning before I was feeding her my dick for breakfast, fucking her in slow, lazy strokes while she alternated between keening moans and sucking on my skin.

“Stop that,” I ordered roughly, pulling her hand away from her face. “I wanna hear you, G. The same way I hear you scream for Enzo and Sin, I wanna hear you scream for me.” But Goldyn didn’t scream. She gasped and her words came out raw and broken. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” “You love me fucking you when your pussy was just full of their cum?”

“You love knowing I would do anything for you?” “Y-yes.” “You love knowing that I’m not going any fucking where?”

“You love knowing that you belong to us and we’ll give you the fucking world?”

“Fuck, Goldyn. You love coming for me, don’t you?”

“You love knowing that we belong to you and letting us please this perfect pussy.”