Title: Becoming More
Author: Bayli Lane
Genre: New Adult Romance
At first it was all freedom, fun, and games for Lilly Fairfield. Being a freshman in college was supposed to create some of the best memories of her life, especially with her best friend, Lauren, and longtime boyfriend, Sander, by her side.
But the excitement begins to slip away when the people closest to her start to change. They begin moving in a direction Lilly doesn’t want to go, forcing Lilly to be faced with a decision. Should she fight for her relationships with both Sander and Lauren or move on to something different? Something unknown. Someone like…
Colton Davenport. Colton isn’t Lilly’s typical type. He's shockingly sexy with his colorful tattoos, shiny silver lip ring, and ear gauges. His smile alone leaves her breathless. Then again, she hasn’t had a specific type other than Sander. When she meets Colton she feels an automatic attraction that stuns her into utter stillness. She can’t look away, doesn’t want to look away.
Will Lilly make the right choices for her future, Becoming More?
The feel of Colton’s skin on mine is more than I ever imagined it would be. God, it’s so much more. I should have known that the sexual attraction between us was so alluring for a reason, but this is unbelievable. It’s like he knows my body better than I do. I’ve never reacted this way before; it’s surreal. I’m afraid it’s going to end, and I’m not ready to feel the lack of Colton against me. Instead, I want more. I reach down and grab at the button on his jeans. He stills on top of me and pulls away from my face. He looks into my eyes and then shakes his head.
“Not today, babe,” he says fiercely and reaches for my hand and pins it above my head. Okay, not what I was going for, but this is pretty nice too.
“Why not?” I whisper against his neck and then press my lips to his pulse.
“I told you earlier. I’m going to take my time with you. I want to get to know your body, slowly.” He grabs my hand and pins it alongside my other. His lips meet mine again in a tantalizing but leisurely tempo. I nibble at his bottom lip and draw the metal ring into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the warm metal.
He moans into my mouth as I let go of the ring. He starts nibbling on my lower lip, pulling it and teasing it with his teeth. “Please,” I beg and push my body against his.
He smiles and places a peck on my lips. “As hot as it is that you want it, not tonight,” he says with ardor and then pulls me up. I sit up, and he sits across from me. He runs his hand along my neck and down my chest, grips my hips, and pulls me onto his lap.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you,” he says sincerely and bites my shoulder.
I throw my head back while his lips skim the skin to my chin. “Me too,” I reply roughly. I didn’t even know my voice could sound like that; I’m so out of breath.
“It exceeded my expectations,” he says against my skin.
Colton
Yesterday I left my father’s house.
I stayed at his house for a total of thirteen hours before I realized I just
couldn’t do it. I couldn’t handle watching him stick his tongue down the throat
of those massive, botox lips. I could not tolerate being in the same house as
him, let alone watching him put the moves on a woman that wore her makeup to
bed and heels around the house. I mean,
who the fuck does that?
I didn’t even say goodbye to my dad
before I grabbed my duffel bag and tossed it into the love of my life, my 1965
Mustang. I call her Black Beauty. She’s also the only wife I’ll ever need. Call
me cynical, but after watching the train wreck of a marriage my parents had,
I’m not interested in ever going through it.
I intend to stay single for the
rest of my life. No girl could get in the way of that. I don’t give a fuck how
hot she is. I don’t care if she’s Kate Beckinsale in Underworld wearing that tight, sexy, black leather outfit. Okay maybe then.
So yeah, I just got to campus
yesterday, but already my roommates and I are throwing our first party of the
school year. Thirsty Thursday… The day every person that is anyone goes out,
forgets about school, and gets completely wasted.
That is my plan for tonight – to get
wasted.
The guys already left to go meet up
with Clarissa and Becca. We never let those girls walk over here or home by
themselves. I guess you could say we’re a bit protective.
They house is already full of
people. Shots are being taken, drinking games are being played, I can already
see spills on our wooden floors, the music has been turned up, and dancing is
taking place in the middle of our living room. I head to the kitchen to pour
myself a beer. I’ve seen the majority of the people in here before. A couple of
the girls catch my eye and do their little hand waves or winking. I’m not
interested. I’ve been with a couple of them, and though I’m not against
sleeping with the same woman more than once, I’d rather not. They get attached,
and as I said before, I don’t do attachments. I’m never going to be their
boyfriend. I will never be their prince charming; I don’t want to be.
I’ve just filled my cup from the
keg when Oliver’s loud voice echoes through out our house.
“Colton!” I hear him hollering from
the doorway. I don’t bother looking up. He’ll make his way over here after he
talks with some of the girls that stop him on his way. Sure enough a girl stops
him every foot. They sashay their way up to him, touch his shoulders, his
biceps, and though Oliver eats this shit up, he’s not into any of these girls.
There’s only one girl he’s into, and she has no clue.
“Colton, dude, you have to meet
this chick we just ran into on our way over here,” Oliver declares as he
reaches into the fridge, grabbing one of his beers that he hides behind the
milk and moldy leftovers.
“Oh yeah? I’m sure there will be a
few girls here I wouldn’t mind getting to know tonight,” I joke.
“Man, I’m not kidding, and I don’t
even mean it like that. She’s cool. Clarissa seems to get along with her,” he
raises an eyebrow.
Yeah, that actually does surprise
me. “Clarissa doesn’t get along with very many chicks,” I say, my eyebrows
knitting together.
“That’s my point! Lilly seems like
a cool person. She’s damn good looking too,” he chuckles and then takes a sip
of his beer.
“Better looking than Clarissa?” I
press.
“Okay man, stop busting my balls
about that shit,” Oliver exclaims.
“I’ll stop when you stop being a
pussy and just tell her,” I reply.
“You’re a dick.” He takes a hefty
drink. “It’s not the right time. She’s still getting over that ex of hers.”
“Pussy,” I say under my breath
Oliver ignores my last jab and
instead pushes my cup towards me. “Why don’t you man up and chug that beer?” he
states.
Challenged accepted. I press the cup
to my lips and lean my head back, chugging the entirety of my bitter, slightly
warm beer.
Jake is laughing quietly behind
Oliver, so I grab a beer and thrust it into his hand. “Your turn, asshole.”
Oliver laughs and looks to his
side. Someone catches his eye because he smiles and winks. I turn to see who
he’s winking at, maybe Clarissa?
Clarissa is stepping up next to us,
but it isn’t her that catches my attention. It’s a girl I’ve never seen before,
and she’s beautiful. I take in her entire body in a matter of seconds. I rake
my eyes from her feet to her toned, tanned legs, up her thighs to the curve of
her ass, her slender waist, perky as all hell tits – what are those? A handful? At least a handful; shit maybe even more.
Finally I meet her gaze. And she’s watching me, taking me in, and damn if I’m
not devouring every inch of her just as she’s doing to me.
Her dark brown hair is falling down
her body in waves, and those emerald green eyes refuse to leave my face. We’re
both frozen in this moment. Her cheeks begin to turn pink the longer I watch
her. It just makes her even more beautiful than before. But it’s when her teeth
start pulling at that full lower lip that I’m about to rush over to her, throw
her over my shoulder and head straight for my bedroom.
Clarissa introduces the girl to me
as Lilly. So this is the chick Oliver had been speaking about. The man wasn’t
lying. Lilly is something else. She doesn’t seem to realize the introduction
that Clarissa is trying to present and instead continues to stand there,
frozen, watching me.
I can’t help myself - I have to
tease her, mostly because if I don’t I’m afraid I’ll go all caveman. Me Colton. You Lilly. Come to Bedroom.
Something tells me Lilly wouldn’t appreciate me carting her off to my room
without us even getting to know one another first. There’s innocence in the
softness of her cheeks, the small shy smile, and the wideness of her eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” she finally says
after Clarissa, not so subtly pinches her.
I smile. Yup, I was right.
Innocent. “I assume you’re a freshman?”
She laughs. A throaty, happy sound.
“What gives me away?”
Oh, she’s quick. “Oh ya know, the
nervous twitching,” I continue teasing.
She covers her mouth as she giggles
somewhat nervously.
“Stop teasing her!” Clarissa pushes
my shoulder.
Not
a chance.
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Bayli Lane didn’t realize how much she loved creating a world from nothing until college. She went to Marian University where she majored in Communications but in her spare time wrote and read. Her love for reading is what really brought out her desire to create her own novel. After starting loads of stories and not finishing them, she finally decided it was time to put her passion to work. Becoming More is her first novel but certainly not her last. Bayli lives with her husband, Tim, in Indiana where she is probably sitting with a large cup of coffee and her computer working on her next book.
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