by Mia Madison
And then he’s there between my thighs, rolling on a condom he must have retrieved from his pocket or wallet, and suddenly, seeing the size of him again, I’m a little scared.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. I’m not stopping. He must wonder what’s going on with me if my face shows my fear.
I don’t want him to think I’m having second thoughts now that I’ve had an orgasm, or that I’m going to leave him high and dry again. “It’s just I haven’t done this before.” Oh, I didn’t mean to tell him that, not unless I had to.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Yes.” I blush again. Ridiculous. I know it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
And then he leans down and kisses my cheek. “I love that I’m your first,” he says. “I’ll take good care of you, but it might hurt. I’ll go as easy as I can.”
“You don’t need to do that,” I say.
“I want to. Your first time,” he says, as if he can’t quite believe it.
And then he’s there at my entrance pushing in a little, and I know this is the moment I’ve been waiting for, the moment he enters me.
But I don’t want it like this.
“Take off the condom,” I say, “if you’re sure you’re okay. I’m on the pill—for period pains. I want to feel you. All of you.”
He beams down at me. “I’d never let any harm come to you, this way or any other. You have nothing to worry about with me.” He whips that thing off and disposes of it. And then he’s back.
CHAPTER 24
Ward
Alyssa is already perfect, and now she tells me she’s a virgin, I’m her first, and that there’s no need for any kind of barrier between us. I’m sure I died and went to heaven, and I’m not even inside her yet.
But that’s exactly where I’m going. Holding myself back, I push inside her a little and she shifts beneath me. “Okay?” I ask, the hot wetness of her opening on the head of my cock. I want to go deeper, but I don’t want to hurt her.
“Yes,” she says. “Just do it. Hard. In one go.”
I can’t quite make myself ram into her, but I don’t stop this time. She squeals as I break through and enter her, and I feel guilty for a moment that it’s no pleasure for her while it’s so fucking good and tight in there for me, I could stay inside her forever.
I stop to let her get used to the sensation, and then when she looks up at me, as if to say okay, I move in and out of her body, slowly and gently.
“Oh, that feels good now.” She grins up at me. “I’m not a virgin anymore. You can go harder. Hard as you like.”
I kiss her on the nose, but I don’t need telling twice. Gradually picking up the pace, I give her what she wants until it’s as hard and fast as I’ve ever gone, if not more intense than ever, and she matches me thrust for thrust, her hips coming up to meet mine, our bodies clashing together over and over.
Intoxicating scents and sounds fill the air of her bedroom, driving me on. I want to bury myself in her and never come out. And I want to make sure she never forgets her first time, for all the right reasons.
When she can’t take any more and comes, calling out her pleasure, I stop for a moment to feel her clenching my cock in tiny butterfly movements, skin against skin. But I can’t hang on any longer. The sound of her. The sensation. It’s too much. With a groan, I ram into her one last time, flooding her with liquid heat.
“Sorry I don’t have a clue what I’m doing,” she says when I open my eyes and she’s looking at me.
“I think you got the hang of it. Like a natural. But you know what they say.” I smile down at her.
“What?”
“Practice makes perfect,”
And she laughs. “I like the way you think.”
CHAPTER 25
Alyssa
I thought I might be sore and have had enough for a while after the first time, but after one experience with Ward, it doesn’t take long before I want him all over again.
He’s propped up on one elbow, looking at me. And I’m not even flinching that he’s seeing me naked. He can look at me all he wants.
I feel nothing but womanly and desirable with him. He loves my curves, but I want him to love more than that. I want him to love everything about me. But I’ll get by with him loving my body and just liking me for now.
“Pity you have to work first thing tomorrow,” he says. “I’d like to keep you awake all night.”
“I can stay up past my normal bedtime,” I say. “I could do that job half asleep anyway.”
“You need more excitement in your life, then,” Ward says. “And not just the coming-ten-times-a-night kind.”
“I don’t know. That would be a good start, but who’s counting. Why stop at ten?”
“Dirty girl,” he says. “I might have to spank you for that kind of talk. And I bet you’d like it if I did.”
I’m sure I redden again, because I would like that; at least I like the thought of lying naked over his lap, his cock hardening against my side as he spanks my ass.
“You didn’t say no,” he says, a question in his voice.
“No, I didn’t. But I don’t know if I would like it or not, in reality.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” he says. “But hold that thought. First, I’m going to fuck you all over again.”
And I melt inside, because I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him say that, of him wanting me. And now he’s talking about a future, even if it’s only a future when he spanks me. Hell, I can’t wait for the day when we play the kinds of games I’ve only ever read about on the pages of steamy novels.
When he enters me, it’s better the second time. There’s no pain, just the wonderful mind-blowing sensation of him filling and stretching me, being inside me where I want him, our bodies hard against each other.
And best of all, I keep my eyes open and he doesn’t take his away from mine. I expect it’s just me reading more into this than is there, but it feels like every time he plunges inside me and pauses a moment before he moves again, I see right into his soul.
I don’t close my eyes again until everything builds up so much that pure pleasure overtakes me, and we ride out an orgasm so strong I don’t think I’ll be able to move after it. He holds me in his arms as we get our breath back.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I say in wonder.
“Believe me, me neither,” he says. And whether it’s true or not, I love that he’s saying it. “You could wear me right out, and I wouldn’t even care.”
“Sounds like a challenge.”
“If you choose to accept it…”
“I might need cheesecake first. For energy.”
He laughs. “I’ll get cleaned up and then I’ll bring that cheesecake right to you. Coffee, too?”
“Yes.”
While he opens and closes doors and drawers in the kitchen, finding out where everything is kept, I get cleaned up too. I catch myself in the bathroom mirror. I look wanton and happy, as beautiful as he sees me.
He brings a large slice of cheesecake and one fork. “I thought we’d share. There can’t be anything finer than coffee, cheesecake and you in bed.”
As he feeds me from the fork, I imagine my lips around him instead of around the cheesecake, something I’ve yet to try.
“Watching you eat cheesecake is making me hard,” he says, taking a forkful himself.
“Everything makes you hard,” I say, reaching out to run my fingers over his cock.
“Correction. Not everything—just everything with you.”
“You say such nice things.”
“And I mean them.”
He puts the empty plate on the nightstand, and we take sips of the hot coffee.
“If you’re not tired,” he whispers in my ear. “Show me what you did while we were on the phone. I want to see that.”
I blush again, but I can’t
refuse him anything, and we don’t get much sleep after that.
CHAPTER 26
Ward
A night with Alyssa is even better than I thought any night could be. I’m awake first, looking at her as she sleeps. My perfect woman. And mine, all mine. I wouldn’t believe it if her soft body wasn’t wrapped around me, giving me morning wood to end all morning wood.
“Ugh,” she says when the radio DJ she wakes up to starts chirping away, and she reaches out a hand to find the snooze button to shut him up, but then she notices me. “Oh.”
“Your alarm went off, sleepy head.”
“If only you were here to greet me every morning, I might not mind the alarm so much.”
“I guess there’s no time this morning for the kind of greeting I’d like to give you.”
“I don’t know,” she says. “Some things are worth being late for.”
“You’ll get fired.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She smiles at me. “Seriously, it might make me do something different.”
“It’s still not a good start if I get you fired. Up you get.” I pat her on the bottom, and she grins at me.
“I guess it would be a very bad thing if we stayed in bed and I got fired. You might have to punish me.” She avoids my hand, giggling, and escapes into the shower.
She makes me laugh. Everything is better with her around. I love her.
What? Where did that come from? I’ve known her forever, but without really getting to know her.
It’s too fast to feel like this after so little time with her and one night that blew my mind. I have to slow things down, but I’m in awe of what she’s done to me in just a few days. No one has ever had that effect on me.
That’s something to think about after I drop her at work. I get her there only five minutes late.
*
Though they came on fast, my feelings for Alyssa only deepen, if anything, from one day to the next, and I see her every day—four days in a row now, although we don’t get to spend all night together because of my job. I can’t wait for my next shift break. Even moving onto day shift will help.
I don’t think how I feel about Alyssa will ever change, but I don’t say anything to her about love. She’ll never believe me —she’ll just think I’m crazy or that I’m saying it to keep her sweet.
A couple of times she reminds me what Martin said about me and her, that I would soon tire of her, that I just chased women to conquer them. And I tell her again that he doesn’t know me anymore, that I got fed up with games like that years ago.
“So you’re not playing games with me?”
“Far from it. Not those kinds of games, anyway. If I play games with you, I guarantee you’re going to love them.”
And she smiles at me. I hope she believes I’m being honest with her. I wouldn’t hurt her for the world.
CHAPTER 27
Alyssa
I’m so wrapped up in Ward and how he makes me feel that sometimes when he looks at me, I think he actually loves me, which is ridiculous. It was only a few days ago he started thinking about me as something more than Martin’s little sister.
It would be so easy to take all the pent-up feelings I had for him years ago and project them onto today. And it doesn’t help my overactive imagination that he’s so passionate in bed, so over the top sexy, I never want to get up.
On the other hand, Martin said Ward would be gone as soon as he slept with me. But he’s still here days later, and he doesn’t need to lie to me about anything. It’s only now that I realize I was keeping part of my heart locked up in case Martin was right and I was just a conquest to Ward. But I let myself dream a little now.
Even though I’m tempted to say let’s just stay home in bed, Ward takes me out, and I’m always glad we go in the end. Those dates are fun. He says he wants to take me everywhere and show me off, which makes me happy. He takes me out to dinner; he takes me to the daft movie we never saw, and instead of spending Valentine’s Day alone as I usually end up doing, I spend it with Ward.
“Where are we going tonight?” I ask when he turns up after his final night shift of the week, laden with flowers and chocolate.
“It’s a surprise.”
He’s booked us into a hotel on The Point for the night and we drink Champagne on the beach, watching the sun rise. The wind is biting cold, whipping up the waves. We’re well wrapped up, but I shiver a little.
“Good surprise?” he asks.
“Great surprise,” I say. “Thank you.”
“Freezing on the beach in February, though,” he says. “Bad idea. Let me get you back inside.”
“It’s cold, but I love it here. It’s so wild.”
“Like you,” he says. “Lovely and wild, except you’re not cold at all. Just perfect.”
He kisses me, and I don’t care about the cold after that. But then we go back to our still-warm bed, and it’s another time with Ward I never want to forget.
I love our dates, but I don’t really care what I do with Ward. Even going to the grocery store is special when he’s with me, and I miss him when after his next couple of days off, he has to go back to the station, another set of long shifts beginning. At least he’s on the day shift.
I send a few texts to Martin during the week to check he’s okay, and I get a couple of curt responses, but that’s usual for Martin.
In any case, I gather he is with the girl he wanted to meet, and I’m glad for him. Maybe he’ll be less severe with Ward and me when he returns and finds out he was wrong, and that nothing has fizzled out as he expected.
He needs to settle down with a girl of his own. Maybe this girl, Sarah, is the one, and I fondly imagine I’ll meet her and we’ll get on like sisters—the one I never had.
I’m just not expecting to meet her the way I do—in a London hospital with Martin in intensive care and attached to a life support machine.
CHAPTER 28
Ward
“Alyssa. What? You’re not making sense. Tell me slowly.” Finally, I get that something awful has happened to Martin and she’s in London.
“I’ll get there as soon as I can,” I tell her. My shift will be over in an hour, and I ask the chief if he’ll grant me leave. He knows I wouldn’t do it on a whim, and he arranges the work schedules so I can go to see Alyssa in London. He says if I need it, I can get more time off.
When I get to the hospital reception area and meet up with Alyssa, she looks devastated, and all I can do is hold her.
“They think he might not walk again,” she says. “There was a guy on a motorcycle who tried to grab an old lady’s handbag, and Martin got in the way. He hasn’t regained consciousness yet, and he doesn’t know I’m here. His new girlfriend, Sarah, called me.”
“I’m so sorry.” I give her a big hug all over again. “He’s strong. Stronger than others, and there’s a lot they can do these days.”
“He doesn’t look strong lying there.” She bursts into tears in my arms. What can I do to fix this for her? Nothing!
“Can I see him?” I ask.
“They are saying family only for now. Though they let Sarah in. She came in with him. Poor Sarah only just met him on his last leave home. She saw the whole thing.”
“Are you staying with her?”
“I haven’t even thought about it. I just shoved a few things in a bag. I don’t know if she has any space.”
“I’ll get you a hotel room, just in case. I have to go back for my shift tomorrow, but I’ll organize some time off so I can be here for you.”
“Thanks,” she says, and gives me a wry smile. “I feel guilty. I wanted us to be alone together, and I was so happy we had that, and then this happens. If I hadn’t made him angry, he wouldn’t have gone to London so soon, and he wouldn’t be lying here in the hospital now.”
“You’re not to blame. He’s here because of so much more than that.”
“I know I shouldn’t think that way, but I do.”
I wrap my arms aroun
d her, and she clings to me for a moment. Then she sighs. “I’d better go back to him.”
“I’ll let you know about the room,” I say. There’s nothing I can do about her distress, other than make sure she has a place to lay her head—if she manages to get any sleep at all.
When I text her the room details, she calls to thank me and tells me there’s no change in Martin’s condition.
“Listen,” she says. “There’s no need to change your shifts. I’m spending every waking hour here at the hospital, and I’ll get back as soon as I can. They’re saying they could transfer him to a local hospital once he’s well enough to be moved. I’m just grateful they seem to think that’s going to happen. It could be so much worse.”
“Yes. All right, then. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” she says. “I’ll need you when I get home.”
I guess she’s right. It’s better if I work now, so I can spend more time with her later.
“I miss you,” I say, because I do. More than I ever thought I’d miss anyone after only a few hours without them.
“Yes, me too,” she says. “I’d better go.”
And we have to leave it at that.
CHAPTER 29
Alyssa
I get to know Sarah as the days go by.
“I can’t believe this happened,” she says. “I only met Martin briefly last year, but we ended up writing to each other, and it was great to see him again and get to know him better. And then this, after only a few days.”
“I’m sorry you got dragged into all this.”
“I’m just sorry it happened at all.”
“Did Martin say why he came to London when he did?”
“Yes. I was expecting to meet up with him later while he was on leave, but he told me about you and your guy. He seemed quite upset about it at first, but he didn’t dwell on it once we met up.”