New Love

by Alyson Reynolds

  She scrunched her eyebrows together.

  “Walk.” I chuckled.

  I turned her around and we started back in the direction of my unit. Our feet quickly found a shared rhythm and we chatted idly about everything and nothing, neither of us willing to bring up the argument from earlier. The walking and talking did little to occupy my mind, so I found myself thinking about the cute pixie alongside me. Although I’d only known her for a few short days, I could barely remember what my life was like before she’d burst into it.

  It seemed everything was new and fresh again, and I was certain it wasn’t just because I was seeing it through her eyes. I grew morose as I recalled her words to her father before she cut communication with him. She would be back in contact when she was ready to return to her usual life. I wondered how much longer my life would continue to be interesting to her. We had agreed on two weeks, but would she end it sooner? Panic crept through me. Even if she stuck to her original timeline, she would be leaving me in a little over a week. I withdrew into myself but Soleil didn’t seem to notice, or at least if she did, she didn’t comment.

  My thoughts were sobering, and the happy buzz I’d felt was fast wearing off as my stomach twisted.

  It took a little over an hour to get back to my house. The upshot of the walk was that we were able to shake off the worst of the effects of the alcohol we’d imbibed, though we were both still ridiculously drunk as we practically crawled up the stairs.

  I unlocked my front door and helped her inside. She spun around as she waltzed through the door, like a little pixie on speed. As I switched on the lights, she walked over to my stereo and, just as she had most nights, found yet another new radio station to listen to.

  The speakers issued a funky Latin sound and she grabbed my hands and pulled me toward her, leading me into a salsa. At first I resisted, not wanting to allow myself the opportunity to get closer to her. I swallowed heavily as I wrapped my hands around her slender wasit. Her uncontainable energy was too difficult to resist. I had no idea what I was doing, but she kept moving my hands across her body as she shook herself over me. I soon found a bit of a rhythm and she never stopped smiling as we twirled and danced through my tiny space. As the song finished, I dipped her and realised, too late, that I was too close—and too far gone—to resist any longer.

  As I pulled her up out of the dip, my fingers found their way into her hair and my lips found their way to hers. She tasted like alcohol and smelled faintly of stale cigarettes. Neither of us had smoked, but the walk had seen us pass a number of smokers huddled together in doorways and alleys. That was the thing about a common life, it hurt to be alone.

  A shiver raced through her frame as she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue entrance. She sucked lightly as I pressed forward. The sensation raced through my body and my already solid erection throbbed with need.

  With my hands wrapped around her and my tongue lodged halfway down her throat, I found myself imagining Soleil’s world. She would have been lonely too, but with no remedy. She would never know who her real friends were —if she even had any—and who was just there because of her cash. I found myself empathising with her position, understanding why she found my way of life so fascinating; there were certain freedoms afforded by a lack of funds.

  A desire grew within me to show her one more of those freedoms—a one night stand.

  At least that’s how I convinced myself to start the seduction of the goddess who was gracing my world with her presence for a short time. I just hoped that it wasn’t the last item on some mental checklist of hers, the one thing she desired before returning to her designer digs permanently.

  I lifted her into me, pulling her body ever closer until my arms were completely filled with her. My kisses grew tender, before I lifted my mouth away from hers and trailed hot, wet kisses along her jaw and onto her neck.

  She tucked her legs around my waist and I stepped forward with her until I reached the couch pressed against the wall. I perched her on the top of the backrest, before kneeling on the worn seat, ignoring the springs that poked into my knee. I pushed her dress up her body, sliding it to rest around her midriff, before settling in between her legs and sliding my fingers along the elastic of her panties.

  I kissed her stomach softly, barely able to restrain the growls and groans that ached to escape from my lips at the sensation of her skin; soft and supple.

  “Tell me to stop,” I said. The words were almost a plea because there was no way I could control myself enough to let self-preservation take over. I was in danger of losing myself as I took what I wanted and gave her everything.

  “Don’t stop.” Her voice was just as pleading, needful in a way that spoke to deep dark places within me.

  In one swift movement, I ripped off her panties and introduced her to the Australian kiss; with my tongue buried deep within her as my nose gently brushed across her clit. If I’d thought her skin was divine, I soon learned it had nothing on the taste of her arousal. I flattened my tongue out and licked slowly up and down her entrance. She was so pliant and willing.

  Her hands found my hair and her calves wrapped tightly around my shoulders as I grabbed at her arse for better purchase. I listened in wonder at the sounds she made as I swirled my tongue over her in intricate patterns.

  Without thought, one of my hands found the buttons on my jeans and I was pushing them down, together with my boxers. “Do you—” I could barely finish my question.

  Meeting my eye, she nodded. “Please.”

  “I’ll be right back.” I rushed to the bedroom for a condom. Even as I returned to the couch, I was tearing open the packet and sliding the latex over my length.

  Returning to my position, I slid up her body quickly, claiming her mouth with mine as I thrust into her. A moan left her lips as she clutched my shoulders.

  The couch creaked beneath my feet as I stood upright on it. A brief image of my foot going through the padding to end up on the floor flittered through my mind, so I stepped back, dragging Soleil with me and spinning us both around. I sat heavily on the couch, pulling her on top of me. I adjusted my hips to push further into her as she took control.

  She was wild as she ground against my cock. It was as if a caged animal had suddenly been released. I grabbed the material of her dress in my hands and pulled it over her head, tilting her slightly off balance. She adjusted herself quickly, pressing her hands into my chest and pushing me back into the cushions.

  I unfastened her bra and drank in the sight of her; naked and bouncing over me. I took her perfect little breasts into my mouth, sucking one nipple while fingering the other. She began to moan—deep and throaty moans—interspersed regularly with my name.

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed as she drove me closer to the edge. She flicked her hips once more and I was sent tumbling, spilling roughly into her with a roar. She continued to rock against me and I pressed my fingers against her clit as she slammed into my hips. Moments later, she clutched my shoulders, her long nails digging deep into my flesh even through the material that covered me, and cried out as she came hard around me.

  “Fuck,” I murmured again as I laid my head against her chest, kissing any skin within easy reach. She rested heavily against me, her breathing shallow and rapid. We sat like that for ages, my fingers gently massaging the soft skin of her lower back and arse. I knew it was most likely a one-time thing and I wanted it to last as long as possible. Eventually she kissed my mouth softly and climbed off me without another word. A few seconds later, the shower started.

  After her exit, I took a moment to take stock. It was almost easy to believe it was all a dream. I kicked off my pants and pulled my boxers back up. I hadn’t even realised I was almost fully dressed, only taking off as much as was necessary to screw her senseless. I turned off the light in the living room and settled on the couch to sleep. I pulled the blanket up over myself and tried to process what had just happened. One thing was clear. I had fucked up the one thing I had actually enjoyed
lately—a fledgling friendship with Soleil.

  I lay staring at the backrest for the longest time while listening to the shower. Once it stopped, I forced my eyes shut and tried to clear my mind of the image of Soleil naked.

  I listened as her feet quietly padded past the couch, and thought I imagined her fingers dance fleetingly across the back of my neck.

  I WOKE to shouting.

  No, not shouting . . . screaming. I looked quickly around for something to arm myself with, certain Soleil was being murdered. I grabbed a cricket bat Dad had given me when I was kid. It was old, pitted, and almost useless, but it had sentimental value and was great for protection.

  When I pushed open my door, I found Soleil sitting in the middle of the bed. It became clear she was unharmed instantly, and the a sexy black satin nightie she wore sent me into overdrive. Before my lust could fully claim me again though, I saw she was still looking around wildly. I approached her like I would a wild animal; slowly, and with my hands raised at shoulder height beside me.

  “I saw a spider!” she exclaimed.

  I couldn’t help myself, I burst out laughing. “That was over a spider?”

  She shook her hand. “You don’t understand! It was bigger than my hand. It wasn’t just a spider . . . it was a monster!”

  I tried unsuccessfully to stop my laughter as I hunted the “monster” and helped it find its way outside. I grabbed two beers from the fridge on my way back to the bedroom. I offered one to Soleil. She accepted and necked the bottle almost instantly. I smiled wryly that if nothing else, I had cheapened her taste in drinks.

  I sat on the edge of my bed. An awkward silence filled the room, breaking my heart because it confirmed what I already knew; my lust fuelled attack had changed things between us. I was just about to make an excuse and leave, when she clasped my hand.

  “Can you stay?” she asked.

  I nodded, I couldn’t deny her anything.

  She pulled back the blanket and we curled into each other beneath it. Moments later, her lips found mine, and this time she explored my body. She pulled off my shirt and pushed down my boxers, leaving me exposed as she climbed over me in her cool satin slip. She licked and sucked her way across my body, infusing me with heat.

  Blood rushed to my cock and it was hard, ready and waiting.

  “Should I . . .?” I pointed to the side table where I’d left a few condoms in my haste to return to her earlier.

  As a blush crept up her cheeks she nodded.

  I cried out in ecstasy as she mounted me again almost as soon as I was covered. Her nightie pooled around our joined hips, the normally cool satin warm in the places it had rested flush against her body. She moved in a slow but sensual rhythm. I lay beneath her, watching with reverence at her upturned chin and the way the left strap of her negligee fell over her shoulder. I gently raised my hand and stroked one finger along the neckline. As my fingertips trailed over her soft skin, I felt a fresh wave of awe that the Soleil Peyton had chosen to be with me, not once but twice.

  Her back arched further as she took her pleasure from me and drew me closer to mine. Occasionally her head would tip down toward me and her eyes would meet mine fleetingly. Whenever they did, there was an emotion there I didn’t recognise and couldn’t understand. I needed to know more, so I wrapped her securely in my arms and flipped us over so that she would have to look at me.

  She cried out as I moved over her, rocking us both toward oblivion. I locked eyes with her and tried to decipher her feelings. As I did, my mouth was drawn toward hers and I kissed her again. My thrusts began to push further into her, matching the depth of our kiss. I filled her completely, and she willingly took all I had to offer. As I plunged my body and soul into her, I found myself dreading the end of our tryst, filled with fear that it would signal the beginning of the end of everything.

  I WOKE to the sound of Soleil’s buzz-saw snoring, but I couldn’t find it unattractive. Surprising, yes; unattractive, no. I sat up in bed, ignoring the fuzzy feeling in my mouth and the pounding of my head, and watched her sleeping. I had no idea what consequences would come of our actions the night before, but I couldn’t regret it. I had convinced myself that I wanted to show her the fun of a one-night stand, but I’d been wrong. It couldn’t be that for me—I didn’t want it to be. The idea that she might leave, moving on and living somewhere else, sent a rush of cold water down my spine.

  As I watched her chest rise and fall—accompanied by that impossibly loud sound—I thought back over the past few days. Something had changed within me, and I knew it was all because of her. I could no longer pretend that I didn’t feel anything for her. I desperately wanted to decipher the unknown emotion in her eyes while we were making love. I couldn’t allow myself to hope it was the same thing I was feeling.

  For all I knew, she considered last night a drunk fuck and a full stop on her time with me. I felt sick at the thought and climbed from the bed to try to put a little distance between us so that I could think clearly. In the past, this would be the point where I ran. Where I cut my losses before they could hurt me. With Soleil though, there was already a finite time we had together. Either the two weeks she was living with me, or the year of her student visa. Regardless, we had an expiry date.

  The pain of considering her possible rejection threatened to buckle my knees as I moved around to her side of the bed. The thought stopped me in my tracks. She had slotted into my life so easily it almost felt unnatural. So readily in fact, that giving up half of my bed seemed only natural. I wondered how the little minx had been able to turn my whole life upside-down in such a short space of time, and if she could possibly feel the same way I did.

  I couldn’t live in her world, just as she could never really live in mine, but I hoped that we would be able to find a middle ground—somewhere between the penniless commoner and billionaire heiress. I knew one thing for certain; I couldn’t let the morning pass without telling her that everything had changed. She had to know how I felt. If she chose to run, that she’d prove my assessment of her right.

  I’d never wanted to be wrong so badly before in my life.

  She stretched languidly as she woke and her eyes quickly travelled to the spot on the bed I should have been occupying and widened slightly when she realised I wasn’t there. I sat onto the bed beside her and softly stroked her cheek once with the back of my hand. She smiled up at me and that gave me hope.

  “Soleil . . .” I started, drawing my hand away and placing it in my lap. “I think we need to talk.”

  She shook her head. “Later,” she murmured, before wrapping her legs around my waist and drawing my face down toward hers. I was more than willing to give in to her. Maybe we weren’t sharing the words I needed to say, but I was happy to tell her that with my body and actions. If she had a year in Australia on her student visa, we could have at least that long to be together. After that, well, I was certain things would work themselves out.

  The End . . .

  For now.

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  Chapter 1

  I stare at the post-it that’s stuck on the fridge handle. Logan’s bold writing contrasts with its yellow background and I roll my eyes at his goofiness.

  Food is the fuel of our existence.

  -Logan

  I fight the pull at the corner of my lips and the confusion this note brings. He can leave all the cute notes he wants, he’s not off the hook and I’m not going to acknowledge it. Nope. He’s going to stew. I don’t fight the smile this time. Picturing a stewing Logan gives me butterflies; his green eyes sparkling with intensity, his veins popping in his neck. My cheeks heat and I can’t remember the last time he made me blush...without being here, no less. I fan myself and realize I’ll have to hold myself back from him today but he must learn that if he wants to play hardball and keep something from me, he’s going to pay.

  He leaves before me on Tuesdays and we don’t see each other for most of the day. I usually miss him something terrible. Today’s going to be different though. Today, I’m not going to talk to him until we’re both home. Actually… I think “accidently” running into him may be in the plans--wearing something incredible sexy--but keeping myself just out of distance. This will probably be more difficult for me than him but I’m determined to make him pay, or make him tell me what he’s keeping from me.

  I roll my eyes at myself and hit the shower, taking mental inventory of my closet. I smile when I come up with the perfect outfit to drive Logan mad. I rush through the rest of the shower, smiling like a loon.

  “Hey Siri,” I scream at my phone over the shower.

  “I’m listening,” he says, and I chuckle when I hear his beautiful Australian accent.