One Last Love kdp

by Wood, Lauren

  It did.

  He laid out the bedroll and then extended his hand to me. I wanted to take it, but I was still unsure what was going to happen next. I knew the logistics, but the aftermath was still something I wasn’t all that sure about. What was going to happen after we did this?

  I laid down next to him and he turned to his side and pulled me into his embrace. There was nothing more to think about now. There never was when his hands were on me. His lips touched mine softly at first and now I was lost for good.

  His breath had a taste of mint and tobacco on it. It was the mint that brought back the memories. He’d always had mints in his mouth as long as I’d known him. Back then his excuse was he wanted his breath fresh when we kissed. I don’t know if that was the real reason, but it made me giggle when I thought about yet.

  “What?”

  “You and your mints.”

  He chuckled because he knew what I was talking about. That was the thing about me and Frank. We’d always had this unspoken thing between us. I knew what he was thinking half the time and all it took was a look. That was a bond that I hadn’t expected to still be there.

  “Well is my breath fresh?”

  I agreed that it was. It always was and there was a part of me that didn’t like the flashbacks. It was dangerous territory and I went back to the here and now. I didn’t want to think anymore. I just wanted to feel, and I wiggled against him, reminding him of what we were doing to begin with. His lips moved back to mine and his tongue slipped in my mouth, making moves that were going to be just like his hips not too long from now. The action made me wet and I lifted my hips up to grind against him. I needed his touch and pressure at my core. It was all that I could think about and everything in me was spiraling out of control.

  “Why are you in such a rush Gemma? It’s not going to rain. I haven’t seen you in a long time and if I’m only a one-night stand to you, I want to get the whole night out of it.”

  I pushed his hand away and covered my face. I can’t believe I’d said that to him. I didn’t mean it, but it was more the attention that I was getting, that was making it hard not to be shy. His hand was running up my body while he watched me, and it made me tingle inside. He pulled my hands down. “Don’t you want me looking at you?”

  I didn’t know what to say, but an answer didn’t really matter. He was going to look whether I wanted him to or not. Frank had this look in his eyes that I knew well enough. There was no going back.

  Chapter 9

  Frank

  “I don’t think you’ll ever know how good you look to me Gemma.”

  She really wouldn’t either. I started to take her clothes off slowly, pulling her hand away when she kept trying to cover herself up. It was a shame to cover any inch of her and I wanted her bare underneath me. Her brown hair was wild around her and her eyes finally closed because she couldn’t bare me to see her like this anymore. Maybe the look I had did the same thing to her.

  I just took in the view, soaking it up like it was the last bit of sunshine that I was going to see for a year. Her damn skin was like porcelain with a little blush and she had the most amazing curves. Her tits were still big and perky, her legs long and lean. Gemma had always been more woman than most men could handle. I’d had my moments where I didn’t think that I would be enough.

  But of all the things that caught my attention and made me fill with this undiluted need for her was the innocent look that she got on her face. When she was underneath me as she was now, there was nothing more that I wanted than to be with her. Gemma was trying to hide her body, but she couldn’t hide the look in her eyes. It was the sexiest part of it all.

  She tried, and I told her to look at me. I needed that face to face to see what was going on. I knew that Gemma was with me for a reason that had nothing to do with me, I wasn’t stupid, but I just didn’t give a damn at the moment. I would be whatever it was that she needed me to be and right now, as she writhed underneath me from just my gaze, I knew that she needed me inside of her, almost as badly as I needed to push deep in her.

  I was the one trying to slow things down but revealing the body I’d dreamed about for years was my undoing. My mouth moved off of her lips and kissed and nipped its way down to the inevitable destination. It was where I belonged. It was where I wanted to be, and her legs opened for me, her hips lifting up off of the ground to meet me.

  Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I wasn’t sure how much she was going to struggle. I started to lap at most sensitive part. Gemma’s hands went to my hair, not getting much grip because it was so short and then gripping what she could of my head to push me down harder on her core.

  I chuckled at the way she pushed it to the limit. She was much like me, too much. When the two of us got together, burning as hot as an Olympian torch, it tended to cause an explosion.

  Gemma’s thighs wrapped around my neck and she clenched as she came. The muscles in her legs tightened up and she made the sweetest sounds that I could think of. I felt and tasted her orgasm and I sucked a little longer, knowing it was sensitive. Her body jerked with the feel of it and I was glad I had a good hold on her. She was trying to get away and I had more to do. Only when she was getting practically hysterical did I give her the time to breathe.

  I sat up and watched her close her legs and pull them in a little. Her hand was on her stomach and she moaned like I was still inside of her. “Did that feel good baby?”

  Of course, it had, she was still shaking from it, but I wanted to hear her say it. There was something about seeing her like that. It really boosted a man’s ego and I was practically dying to get inside of her now. It was the only thing that made sense to me.

  She pulled me down on top of her and I wasn’t paying attention and she got her way. I fell onto her and she made a sound as I did. I was too heavy for her and I pulled myself up so that I didn’t squish her.

  Gemma laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. “I need you inside of me Frank. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

  I wanted to tell her that she hadn’t waited that long at all. We were both only a few minutes into it, but I was feeling about like she was. I didn’t want to wait any longer either, no matter how long I was trying to drag it out. If I only had her for the night, I wanted to take my time, but Gemma had my body and mind in a frenzy. How was I supposed to compete with that?

  I got up long enough to pull my clothes off. I did it horribly and almost tripped getting my pants off. It wasn’t the impression that I was trying to leave, and I knew that I was going to have to do a better job of getting her back in the mood. Gemma was laughing and that didn’t feel like the right way to act.

  Getting back on my knees in between her legs, her eyes fell down my body and it stopped where I was harder than the rest of me. I was ready for her, right now and she sat up a little, her hand going out to touch me. She’d always liked to lick and touch my cock. It was one of those times and though I would have wanted nothing more than to let her play with me, I wasn’t going to be able to handle it. I was the one that wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to give like I’d wanted to. I hadn’t been with anyone in days and since it was Gemma, my dick was on high alert.

  “Don’t Gemma. You’re going to end things too quickly.”

  “You used to be able to go for hours.”

  “I haven’t done that in a long time.”

  Gemma wasn’t disappointed like I thought she would be. The last time we’d been together, sex was hard and fast, explosive even. Was I going to be able to keep up?

  She slapped me lightly on the cheek. “Stay with me Frank. We’re did you go?”

  I looked down at her and pushed her down onto the ground with the bedroll underneath her. I didn’t want her tugging and playing with me. It wasn’t what I wanted any ways. The only thing that was going to matter was how she felt wrapped around my shaft. It had been so long that I was aching to feel her inner sheath again. I needed it so badly.
/>   Sliding in slowly, she made that gasping sound that I’d always loved so much. Gemma was raw emotions when it came to sex and she was never one to try to hold back. Every thrust in gave me the tiniest little whimper or moan and it really drove me mad. She hadn’t changed, and her arms and legs wrapped around me rather quickly.

  I stopped for a second, kissing her and letting my manhood throb inside of her. She wriggled underneath me, clenching me to move me along. Finally, she whined out loud and gave me this puppy dog look. It made it so much harder to tell her no.

  I pushed back in deeply and she sighed like I’d given her the missing piece. It was how I felt when I was inside of her, like she was made for me and I wasn’t whole, unless I was plundering. How could I have convinced myself of anything else?

  Watching her head move back and forth, I was reminded that it was her way of prolonging things. She didn’t want to come again, knowing that each time it was going to make her more sensitive than the last time. But I wanted her to be more than satisfied. I needed her to come back for more. My mind was still on her threat that I was a one-night stand. It had stuck with me and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

  I slowed down, but this time it was for her, not me. She was getting close to hysterical again and I sat back on my knees, pulling her body with me. I didn’t even want to pull out of her for a second. It just felt too damn good and I couldn’t stop what was going to happen next.

  Like a torrential rain, it was sudden and lasted a while. I pushed in deep and she clamped down on me in just the right way. I wasn’t able to keep my wits about me anymore and I groaned out my release.

  Gemma was nuzzling into my shoulder and I was trying to catch my breath. It was so damn strong that it took my breath away. It was more than I could handle, and I was the one that was too sensitive. I pulled out and laid down on the grass, not worried about being on the bedroll. The dew from the grass felt good against my skin and before I could really think about it all that much, I was pulling her in for a kiss.

  Knowing that I would want more and because she was ready again, Gemma slid her legs on either side of me and sunk down. I wasn’t prepared for it and I was a little louder than usual.

  “Damn Gemma. What the hell are you doing to me?”

  “Reminding you of what you left behind.”

  I didn’t like the determination in her eyes. How could she think that I had ever forgotten her, even for a minute? Gemma was not a girl that a man forgot about. It really was impossible.

  “I could never forget baby.”

  She grinned at me and then pushed off of my chest, sitting up all the way. “Yeah, yeah.”

  The thing with Gemma, this wild and beautiful woman didn’t quite understand how she affected everyone. When I’d been with her before and even now, I felt like I was on top of the world. That was a hard feeling to come down from and watching her ride me was going to be the highlight of my year.

  She wasn’t trying to look cute or meet my gaze to make me feel some kind of way. No, Gemma didn’t care about my pleasure when she was riding, if at all. It was all about her, and she knew that half of it feeling good to me was the fact that I enjoyed watching her get off. If I had to choose, I wanted it to be Gemma every single time. I could watch her come all day long if it was possible.

  Her lips pursed as she started to grind back and forth. The thrust of her hips was quick, but she was grinding more than anything else and I knew that she was close to coming. It wasn’t hard to see, and I gripped her hips, pushing her down on top of me a little more, thrusting up to make it go even deeper.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

  She repeated those curse words over and over again until she stopped moving all together. Gemma closed her eyes and held her hand up to my chest to brace herself.

  “Gemma, we’re not done yet.”

  Her sounds were breathless as I moved underneath her. I wasn’t done yet, getting all riled up when she got on top, those beautiful tits bouncing in my face.

  I pulled her down, so I could take one of them in my mouth, nipping on the edge while my hips rushed upwards. I filled her deeply and watched her eyes roll back in her head. There was nothing sexier than that as far as I was concerned.

  I let her ride me, but she’d lost her control over anything that was going on. I tried to keep my wits about me, but before long, I was rolling her back onto her back so that I could plow forward again. I needed to have full control over her, still convinced that if she came enough, all this Justin nonsense would work itself out.

  Gemma and I were meant to be together. It was as clear as day to me now. She was why I was here, and I was going to make sure that I got my girl back, one way or another.

  Chapter 10

  Gemma

  That night was amazing. We laid under the stars for hours, making love when the urge got to us. It was later and later as the night wore on, but I wasn’t worried about it. I just wanted to stay with him forever. My mind wasn’t back at home where there was a party raging and my boyfriend was in bed with some skank. That’s all she was to me now, even though I was cheating as well.

  It didn’t hit me until it was time for me to go home and I just didn’t want to go. It was the very last place that I wanted to go to.

  “Just take me to the hotel. I am not going home.”

  “Why?”

  I gave him a look. Did I really need a reason, even though it was clear that we had just been together? I couldn’t just go back home to Justin. What did he take me for?

  “Because of this.”

  “What does that mean? I thought I was a one-night stand?”

  He had a smile on his face and I told him that he was a one-night stand. But that doesn’t mean that I want to keep the rest of my life the same.

  “You’re talking about Justin?”

  “No, I’m not. I just want to go to the hotel.”

  “I thought you said it had bed bugs?”

  “Last I heard, someone from Ohio brought some with them and they’re trying to get rid of them.”

  “But you’re going to stay there?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t going to tell him about Justin, not right now. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle it and considering that Justin didn’t even know, I didn’t want it to come out. Not to mention, it was his damn sister that I’d found with my man. It was not a situation I liked to be in.

  “Look, stay at the cabin. There isn’t a lot of stuff out there, but I think we can get the guys to get a mattress and a few other things out there for you. They are working on it in the daytime, but they’re gone by six and you can stay as long as you want. Utilities are already hooked up.”

  It was a good offer, better than any other one that I was going to get, and I thanked him.

  “That would be really good, thanks.”

  “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

  I told him that I didn’t. I didn’t want him to know anything or say anything.

  “And if you don’t mind not telling Justin where I am. I don’t want to see him right now.”

  “But you’re not going to tell me what’s going on?”

  I shook my head that I wasn’t. I just wanted to forget about it, no matter how hard it was. Frank had gotten my mind off of everything for a while. He was very good at that, but I still had a lot to take care of after what I’d found out tonight. That still had to be handled. I mean, we lived together, so I had to get my stuff. I planned to get a bag full when he was at work in the morning. I didn’t want to see him, but with no change of clothes, that was going to be the only way.

  Getting on the back of Frank’s bike, I was far more relaxed, but under the water I was churning. I had so much that I wanted to do and say, but I was just going to have to wait it out and see what happens. Sometimes, that’s the worst feeling of all because it was impossible to know what was next.

  I closed my eyes and let him drive me to th
e cabin. I’d never been there, but it had to be better than the bug infested motel. They really needed to get a handle on that. It was the only one in twenty miles.

  The cabin was nicer than I thought it would be, but it was in fact barren on the inside. There wasn’t much of anything, but as we were pulling up, a van was as well with a couple of guys that were bringing in a mattress. I don’t even know when he called them, but Frank was always the guy to get things done. He was the one that made it all happen, and he’d always made it all seem so seamless.

  “Who are these guys?”

  “Members of the club.”

  “Where’s their jackets?”

  “They will get them when they are voted in. I have some guys coming up from Texas to make it an official vote.”

  “Sounds so official for a bunch of outlaws.”

  He chuckled at my words. “Is that what you think of me as, an outlaw?”

  “I mean, isn’t that what you are? You’ve already been arrested twice in three days.”

  “Not today.”

  “The night is still young.”

  He accused me of jinxing him, but if Matt had it out for him, it wasn’t going to matter anyways. At the end of the day, I knew that he was an outlaw and if he got arrested tonight, it would be for something that he’d done. Frank was far from innocent.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

  I shook my head that I didn’t. I think I’d done enough sin for the night. It was all enough and I wanted time to think by myself. There was a lot on my mind and I knew that it wasn’t going to go away when his bike did, but I wanted him gone. I wasn’t a cheater, never had before, but that’s what happened. I needed to figure out how I felt about that and then there was the whole Justin thing. After a year together, it was hard to figure in how it was all going to go.

  Exasperated with far too many scenarios playing in my head at one time, I decided that I was just going to focus on the ones that I could solve and go from there. I wasn’t one to let things slide for too long. I had to go see Justin, soon, but not too soon. I wasn’t all that ready to see him just yet.