We first met them in Fallen Crest High, but now Heather and Channing’s book is finally here! The Boy I Grew Up With is available now and I have a very steamy little sneak peek for you.
He had the window down, and the wind was moving through his hair. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other between us, palm up and his thumb turned toward me.
I felt an upsurge of love that was different than the others. It was love from knowing the person all your life, yet still feeling that “newness,” that giddy emotion, that excitement pooling in the bottom of my stomach. It was all of those loves, and it was fierce, and protective, and there was a twinge of regret.
I regretted letting him walk away before. I regretted pushing him away. Mostly, I regretted every word I’d said to hurt him, because that was my fault. It wasn’t his. He had his faults—don’t get me wrong. But I wouldn’t let it take away the love I felt for him now.
Something new was happening. Something new was coming.
I placed my hand in his and closed my eyes, memorizing the feel of his fingers over mine. It was one tight grip, and when I opened my eyes again, he was watching me. The truck had stalled. He’d stopped it in the middle of the gravel road.
“What’s this?” he asked, his eyebrows dipping down.
I shook my head. I didn’t want him to feel that way. Not now.
Moving over, I straddled him, and he adjusted. He made room for me.
Our lips met and grazed over each other, teasing, tasting, loving.
He groaned in my ear, and I felt it all the way to my pussy. His arms went around me, but he put the truck in gear and drove a little bit farther, then turned off. We were at the springs. I knew every bump in the road, every tree in the ditch, every rock that we passed, and I was turning back into that seventh grader I’d been when we first kissed.
He turned the engine off, his mouth finding mine.
He growled, lifting his hips to grind against me.
He was already hard, but he was usually hard for me.
“Please.” I panted, throwing my head back.
His lips moved down my throat, down my chest. He nuzzled my shirt over and found my nipple. His tongue swirled, teasing it. His teeth grazed it, and I gasped, arching my back. He clamped down again, sucking, his tongue still caressing me.
He growled again and shoved the door open.
Sliding out, he held me firmly to him. As soon as we were clear of the door, my legs wrapped around his waist. He locked the truck, shoving his keys into his pocket, and carried me down the steep embankment to the water.
Resting me on my feet, he slid to his knees, unbuckling my jean shorts.
I gasped, my eyes closed and my head back. I raked my fingers through his hair, and I felt his mouth on my stomach, then lower.
He knew where to taste me, to lick, to kiss, to savor me.
“Channing,” I groaned.
He knew every caress like the back of his hand.
His mouth lingered over my clit, his mouth sucking on me. His hands found my legs, nudging them apart to give him room, and his tongue slid inside.
I grasped his head.
My knees were buckling.
His tongue kept thrusting inside, and I was almost blind. I didn’t know how much more I could handle.
As if knowing my feelings, he sat back on his haunches and looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire and lust. He gave me the widest grin before he said, “Undress, woman.”
I laughed, feeling half drunk, and did just that.
I pulled my top off and my nipples were already hard. His hand slid up my stomach to cover one of them. I panted as I adjusted, readying myself with a hand to his shoulder, and kicked the rest of my clothes free—sandals, shorts, panties. I was buck naked in front of him now, and he stood, his hands falling to his jeans.
I yanked his shirt off, needing the feel of his shoulders, chest, arms, stomach. I had to touch them, glide my hands over him, caress him in return. As I was lost doing that, he kicked off his shoes and jeans, and then I felt his cock. It was hard, resting flat against his stomach, and my hand found it like it was my anchor.
He sucked in his breath, leaning over me, his hands going down my back and curving around my ass.
“Goddamn, Heather.” He rasped out my name, his mouth closing over my shoulder. Once he hoisted me up, his lips found my nipple. He closed in on my breast at the same time I sank down on his cock.
He slid inside, but he didn’t start moving.
He carried me into the spring, and laying me back against the rock, he gripped my thigh. Then he started moving, bent over me, kissing my breast, my throat, my neck, and going back to my breast as he kept moving inside.
I clenched his shoulders, rolling my hips with him. I wanted to ride him, and when I pushed at his shoulder to move that way, he only laughed and found my lips.
“Not a chance. I get to fuck you hard. I get to fuck you strong. And hot damn, woman, I get to fuck you because you’re my woman.” His hand flexed on my hip. “Now let me do my job.”
I laughed, my head resting on the rock. His lips moved down my throat, and he kept going. My legs twined around him. We were both moving in perfect accord, and then he cried out. He fell on top of me, his body plastered over me, and he gripped my ass.
We moved together.
We rode each other.
I never wanted to stop. I never wanted the real world to come back to us, but as he pushed me over the edge, my body started trembling, and he thrust one last time for himself. We both exploded.
I ran a hand down his back, feeling him shudder from my touch.
“I want to do better,” I murmured.
He tensed, propping up on an elbow beside me. “What do you mean?” His hand fell to my breast, holding me there, warming me.
“I can’t walk away from you.” I shook my head, rolling it back and forth against the rock. “It’s just not possible right now. If I had to…” God. I didn’t even want to think about that. “I don’t know if I’d survive anymore.”
He nodded, his mouth curving down. “I know.”
I caught his face in my hands. He had started to gaze down at my breasts, but I made him look at me.
“We have to be better.”
And later, when he slid inside, I knew we were cementing this change for us.