Puck of Destiny

Britt

Here in my pillowy embrace whispers of pleasure stir the air like the leaves of late autumn. As our tale treads into the depths of passion, Holden and Britt find themselves tempting fate. The evening wraps around them like a cloak, heavy with the scent of inevitability. Beneath the dim glow of moonlight and the watchful eyes of my humble streets, they dance a dance as old as time, yet fresh as the first rain of spring. Draw near and let your hearts beat in time with theirs because even the deepest waters are worth diving into. Tonight, we explore not just the joining of bodies, but the entwining of souls, tangled in a love that promises to be as consuming as it is inevitable. After all, this is a steamy romance that Colleen is weaving… with my help, of course.

Playlist: "Use Somebody" by Jada Facer

I assumed that Holden would take me to his car, but he leads me down the sidewalk instead.

"Where are we going?" I giggle.

"Home. It's real close." His hand slips into mine. The Goldschlager has left me warm and fizzy, and I'm more aware of my body than usual.

It's funny how liquor never fails to turn my anger into something I can work with, as long as I stick to two shots. Can I do a damn thing about Montie? No. Anger isn't helpful tonight. But the magic of liquor has transmuted my fury into something else, a heat that pools between my thighs, warm and languid. Holden seems like a good guy, and Tierney trusts him. Besides, he's fucking hot. Always has been. The moment I laid eyes on him again in the bar, I wanted to lay something else on him.

As the song says, you can't always get what you want… but I'm pretty sure that Holden is prepared to be obliging tonight.

"Do you want to talk about what's going on?" he asks.

I let out a bark of laughter at odds with the quiet streets. "Hell no. I don't want to talk at all. Ideally, I'd like you to fuck the thoughts out of my head altogether."

Sorrowville isn't a ‘streetlights' kind of town, and in the darkness, I can't make out the details of Holden's expression. I can feel his fingers tense around mine, though. He draws in a breath, like he's about to say something, when headlights illuminate us from behind, and a loud chugga-chugga-chugga pulses through the air. We pause to look back, and I laugh when I realize what's coming our way. There's one old guy in this town who drives everywhere on his Zamboni, and I'm pretty sure I bought him a shot earlier tonight. We stand there as he passes, and I catch the outline of his silhouette as he waves to us, slowly inching along until he reaches the next intersection and turns right.

"You don't see that in the city," I observe.

Holden chuckles. "Yeah, well, Virgil's one of a kind. I'm not convinced that thing is street-legal."

"Pretty sure he shouldn't drink and drive, either."

Holden nods. "Probably not, although it's kind of impossible to miss him. The sound alone…" He trails off, still chuckling to himself. "The only thing he's ever run over is Tierney's phone."

Whatever Holden was going to say earlier doesn't come up again. We're silent for about two blocks—which are a hell of a lot longer than city blocks, with janky sidewalks unsettled by decades of frost-heave—before he turns to mount a flight of steps to what I assume is his house. There's a delivery van parked in the driveway, the same one he used to pick me up in on some of my other trips to town.

Holden doesn't pull out his keys, and it has just occurred to me that he probably doesn't bother to lock the door when he gives me a tug. The next thing I know, my back is to the door, and Holden is lifting me in his arms, pinning me in place with his hips between my thighs and his mouth on mine.

I wasn't expecting this, but I'm into it. I run my fingers through his hair and open my mouth, licking between his lips and chasing his tongue with mine. He groans and leans against me, rocking his hips against me and yes, this is exactly what I need. I want to feel his ribs shudder as his breathing turns erratic. I want the pressure of his fingers under my thighs, the hardening of his cock against me beneath layers of fabric. I changed out of my party dress before the drive, but now I wish I'd left it on. My tight jeans are in the way, and I want him now.

Okay, maybe not on the porch. But I like being held by him. I wonder if he could hold me up long enough to have me like this. Judging by all those muscles shifting beneath the material of his shirt, I bet he could.

Holden pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. "Is this a good start?"

"Definitely." I wriggle my hips a little, and he moans. "But maybe we can take this indoors."

I was right before: his door's not locked. We stumble inside, still kissing. He fumbles for the light switch and finds it on the third try. I do a surreptitious check of the room in between kisses. Bachelor pads can be vile, but Holden's is relatively nice. It's nothing swanky. Like the exterior, the living room is a bit shabby, and there's no real sense of style or comfort, but it's clean. That's a good sign. If this place was a pigsty, I'd make my excuses and flee.

Satisfied that my instincts were correct, I let him lead me back to his room. Like the living room, it's sparse and slightly messy. Most of the decor looks like it comes from Walmart. It reminds me of a college dorm in some ways, with none of the touches that would make it feel like a real home. It certainly doesn't give away much about the man whose hands are sliding under my shirt.

"What do you like, Britt?" Holden's gritty tone heats my cheeks.

It takes a moment for my slightly buzzed brain to parse the question. "In bed? It depends on my mood, but tonight, I'd like it if I didn't have to make a single decision."

Holden kisses my neck, sending a trail of goosebumps rippling up my spine. "Yeah? You want me to take care of you?"

That sounds too affectionate for what I had in mind. "I want you to distract me. I want to forget that I even have a brother. Think you can manage that?"

He chuckles against my neck, then peels away to yank his shirt over his head. Okay, damn. I knew he was fit and lean, but his arms alone are enough to make my knees wobble.

He tosses his shirt into the laundry bin, which is… weirdly hot. I'm not going to unpack that now, though. I reach for the buttons on my loose blouse, but Holden gently bats my hands away. "Let me."

Alas, he only gets through the top two buttons before he pauses. "Wait," he murmurs.

Oh, come on. I take a step back. "Anything you're about to say after wait probably should've happened before we left the bar. Otherwise, you have me here under false pretenses."

A crooked smile pulls his mouth to one side. "How's that?"

"I expect to have sex." I cross my arms and glare at him.

"Oh, yeah. I mean… me too." Holden gestures to the bed, to me, to his shirtless and very fine body. "That's the plan."

"So, why are we waiting?"

Holden licks his lips. "I, uh. I saw the box."

I am officially confused. Horny and confused. That's never a good combination. "What box?"

"The one you sent to Tierney with the… you know…" Holden gestures again, but this time I have no idea what he's on about.

I tug my lower lip between my teeth. "I sent a lot of packages. I need more specifics."

"The one with the big… dammit." Holden indicates his crotch. "The, uh, toys."

I roll my eyes. "Dildos. I think the word you're looking for is dildos."

"If that's what you want to call them. They were more, hmm, creative than any dildo I've seen before. So, I'm concerned your expectations might be…"

This is absurd. "You're killing the moment because you saw a gag gift for Tierney. The box contents…"

"I just have no idea how the thing in the box fit in your box, and I'm worried my thing won't satisfy your…" Holden runs his hands through his hair.

"My box?" I deadpan.

Holden shrugs one shoulder. "Sure."

"You do get where I said it was a mostly gag gift, right? I have never used a monster dong for anything other than embarrassing friends, which thanks to the post office, I managed. Spectacularly."

Holden is visibly relieved. "So, you don't need…"

"Not only do I not need, I'd rather not have. Huge alien dong equals pain. In fact, I'd straight up refuse. Are we good now?"

This tiny slip of awkwardness on his part grips my heart—it's painfully sweet. He looks at me, eyes laden with a sliver of worry of not being enough, and it only draws me closer. I want this night. But not just with anyone, only with him.

Holden laughs. "We're awesome." He approaches again and puts his hands on either side of my face, tipping my head back so that he can kiss me again. When our mouths meet, he tugs my hair, and I gasp. The instant my mouth slips open, Holden's tongue darts in, and my whole body quivers in response.

Now we're talking.

He finishes unbuttoning my blouse and trails his hands down my ribs, along my hips against my back to undo my bra. I pant as his thumbs trace my nipples.

We stumble backward until his back meets the wall near the foot of the bed. It takes me longer than usual to undo his fly. I'm distracted by his huge hands, which are over me, moving across my skin and setting every inch of me on fire.

As soon as I undo his fly, Holden tugs my hair—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to force my head back so that I meet his eyes. His lips curl up in a wicked smile.

"I want you on your knees," he says, in a voice I haven't heard him use before.

I narrow my eyes. "Really? Please tell me you're not the kind of man who's going to be all about your pleasure and not mine."

Holden smirks. "Are you going to be a brat? Because if you're nice, I'll be nice… or I can give you a spanking. What'll it be?"

Well, shit. I wasn't expecting that attitude. And here I thought Holden was a himbo cinnamon roll. Maybe even a bit of a redneck. I'm happy to learn how wrong I was. With my mouth watering, I lower myself onto the floor until my knees hit the carpet. I'm still wearing my jeans, which feel much too tight. The angle of my position puts pressure between my thighs, enough to make me painfully aware of how wet I already am without offering any real relief. Holden shimmies his pants and boxers down just enough to free his dick, but I want more. I tug at his beltloops until he shucks his pants all the way off.

The man has an incredible ass. I rake my nails over his strong thighs, and he gives my hair another little tug. "Open your mouth, baby. I want you to show me what you want."

I frown. "Huh?"

"Slow?" he asks. "Fast? How deep do you want it? Whatever you do with your mouth, I'm gonna do to your pussy in a few minutes. No take-backs."

Well, fuck. I open my mouth and lick the length of him, then take him in my mouth. With my hands braced on his thighs, I swallow him as deep as I can. Holden rests his back against the wall, watching with smoldering eyes as I lean forward until my throat burns and my eyes water.

"You like it deep, huh?" he murmurs.

I nod and pull pack, then bob my head up and down the length of him. He's smooth like silk and so fucking hard. I can't believe what a turn on this is.

"Deep and fast, Britt?" His voice is low, and the rumble of it ignites something in me. I'm not usually passive or submissive, neither in bed nor anywhere else, but I want this. Want him. I wish I'd taken my jeans off earlier so that I could touch myself right now.

He tugs my hair one last time, and I sit back on my heels, waiting for his next instructions. Turns out, I don't mind doing what he tells me to do when it's exactly what I already want.

"Take your pants off. Then get on the bed. All fours." His words come in short, staccato bursts, and I smirk at his twitching cock. He's loving this.

Not that I'm complaining. If I had known Holden Travers had this filthy side, I would have propositioned him sooner. Like the first time I opened the door to find him on the other side of the threshold.

I do as he tells me to do, but when I'm on the bed facing him, he gestures for me to turn around. When I do, he grabs something from the nightstand, climbs onto the mattress, and palms my ass, spreading me wide. The cool air against the heat of my core makes me whimper. I hear him rip open a condom.

"You look amazing all spread out like this for me," he says. "Now what do you want next."

I turn my head to frown over my shoulder. "I want you to stop messing around and—oh, fuck." He slides two fingers into me. He's slow at first, pressing them as deep into me as he can reach, but once I've relaxed around him, he picks up the pace, fucking me with his fingers until my legs tremble. When he pulls away, I gasp, only to cry out again when the head of his cock presses against my entrance.

Holden gives me exactly what I asked for. He grips my hips tight and thrusts into me, yanking me back onto him with every thrust. I'm no longer capable of speech, and my cries must be loud enough to disturb the neighbors.

I need him to touch my clit, I'm so close to coming, I can hardly stand it, but I can't get off like this. Before I can complain, Holden pulls out of me and flips me onto my back. I go easily—I'm already little more than a boneless mass. As soon as my ass hits the bedspread, his head buries between my thighs. He tongues my clit until I explode with a wordless moan, then crawls back over me and pins me to the mattress while he fucks me through it.

"You like that, Britt?" He brushes the hair off my sweating face. "Do you like feeling me inside you when you come?"

"Unhhh," I groan, ever-eloquent. I can barely match his pace, but I bet I could come again if he keeps this up.

Holden kisses my neck. I can tell, from the way his movements are becoming more erratic, that he's close. But just when I think he's going to come, he pulls out again and repeats his earlier efforts. As his tongue flicks across my clit, I mewl again. This time, he doesn't stop, even though I'm almost sure I'm too sensitive and exhausted to come again.

When he enters me again, I wrap my arms and legs around him, pressing my chest to his. This time, I'm the one who gives his hair a tug as I issue my commands.

"Come for me," I tell him.

It's like he's been waiting for me to ask. His back bows, and the twitch of his cock and the accompanying rush of heat from his release makes both of us sigh with relief. Holden braces himself above me and stares down at my face, his muscled chest heaving.

"Britt," he pants. "Holy fuck."

"Couldn't agree more." I take a few seconds to catch my breath before swatting his shoulder. "Now let me up."

Holden, back to his usual obliging self, rolls off of me and lets me up. I'm still wearing my bra, which feels a bit silly given that I'm completely naked otherwise. I debate tossing it aside but decide to leave it on as I make a retreat to the bathroom, stopping only long enough to grab my purse. I need my phone.

This was exactly what I needed, but I'm not ready to call it quits and go back home. I really do want to spend time with Tierney, and I wouldn't mind going another few rounds with Holden. While I'm in the bathroom, I take a moment to log into the employee portal and take a few days off. I'll go back next Monday. I'm due some PTO, anyway.

When I return, freshened up and less red-faced than before, Holden has crawled under the covers. At first, I think he's fallen asleep, but as I approach, he lifts one arm to raise the blankets for me. I slide in beside him.

"I was getting it warmed up for you," he says.

I laugh. "Sure you were." I lie on my side, facing him. "So, let's get a couple of things straight."

Holden props himself up on one elbow. "Okay."

"This isn't serious. I'm only in town for a few days, and I barely have any of my stuff."

Holden hums. "Okay." He reaches over to lay his hand on my stomach, brushing his thumb across the exposed skin of my belly absentmindedly. "That's one thing. What else?"

"That's… it." I wrinkle my nose. "You're okay with that?"

"You were calling me FedEx earlier," Holden says. "You made it pretty clear that I'm a convenience, not a partner." He doesn't sound mad or defensive, just matter-of-fact. "I'll take it."

"Cool," I say. "Glad we're on the same page."

"So." Holden's hand creeps up my chest toward my bra cup. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate my customer service?"

The question startles a laugh out of me. "Nine."

He pouts. "Only nine?"

"There's always room for improvement."

He reaches around to unclip my bra and pulls it aside. "So, you're saying you still have thoughts in your head."

"One or two."

"Well, we can't have that." Holden lowers his head to my breast and sucks my nipple into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. The brush of his stubble against my skin makes me squirm.

Clearly, I have great taste in vacation destinations. Coming to Sorrowville to get away from my problems was the best choice I've made in months.