by Kira Blakely
“I don’t eat meat, remember?” Morgan said, sounding haughty. “You heathens.”
“It’s a veggie burger for her,” Quentin said, rolling his eyes. “The phase continues.”
Charlotte dropped a bottle of red on the counter and then entered into his firm embrace, reaching up and kissing him. She sucked at his lip for a moment, allowing her eyes to close. Would any feeling be as beautiful as coming home to this?
“How was the last day of the first week?” he asked her then, smacking her ass.
“Oh, wonderful,” Charlotte said, squealing slightly. She cranked open the wine, pouring them two glasses, before joining him on the balcony for good, listening as Morgan began her pounding. She’d begun Beethoven, and the emotions were strikingly different. “We had a big staff meeting at the end of the day. Lots of ideas swirling around. It made my head spin. But it was electrifying.”
“Yeah. We have those every once in a while,” Quentin answered. “I love how it ignites the writers. We should have them more often. Maggie doesn’t think they work. But she’s got a lot of interesting opinions.” He winked at Charlotte, teasing her, now.
The treachery of their affair seemed like years ago now. Their love blossomed each day, with Quentin sending her emails, music links, and even the new song he was working on, which he’d entitled, “She’s Here.”
Charlotte didn’t want to assume it was about her. But she sensed it.
Quentin, Morgan, and Charlotte sat at the dining room table, with two burgers and a veggie burger before them, all three steaming, with blackened marks from the grill. They ate heartily, speaking companionably, with Quentin refilling their glasses of wine with frequency. Charlotte felt her head spinning with a strange mix of inescapable joy and lust for future fucking.
Morgan would be leaving them soon.
The doorbell rang as Morgan chewed her last bite. Tossing herself from her chair, she raced to the door, opening it wide to discover her mother, Kate, standing nearly six feet tall, with tight thighs and a taut waist. Kate hugged her daughter stiffly, making eye contact with Quentin, then Charlotte.
Charlotte’s heart lurched. While she’d understood that Kate would be stopping by that night, nothing could have prepared her for what a stunning beauty she was. Morgan was going to be gorgeous.
“Hi, there,” Kate said, clacking forward and sending her hand into Charlotte’s. “I’m Kate. It’s wonderful to meet you. Morgan won’t shut up about you, so I know you’re pretty all right.”
Charlotte grinned, grateful for the introduction. “Well, I think she’s pretty all right, too,” she said. “Great to meet you, by the way. You’re driving her up to piano camp?”
“Well, the driver is. I’ll be in back.” She turned to Morgan, speaking in bright, mothering tones. “You should grab your piano books, babe. We’ve got a long night.”
“I want Charlotte and Daddy to come, too,” Morgan said, stuffing her lip out into the air, pouting.
“Aw, well, they can’t. But Jason’s coming with us. How exciting, right?”
“Sure,” Morgan said, stomping down to her room. “He always tries to teach me stuff.”
Kate blushed, shrugging. “He’s trying to help her understand the market. I tried to tell him, you know, she’s only seven. But connecting with kids might not be his strong suit.”
“He’s a good guy, regardless,” Quentin offered.
“He sure is,” Kate breathed, sounding hesitant. “You guys have big plans this weekend?”
“Just resting,” Charlotte said. “I’m exhausted. First week at Rolling Stone. And Quentin here… well. He’ll be working on new music.”
“You’re doing it again?” Kate asked, incredulous. “Really? That’s wonderful news, Q. Absolutely wonderful.”
“We’ll see,” he said. “But it does feel good to be in a studio again.”
Morgan reappeared, yanking her backpack behind her and looking sluggish. The father-daughter duo said their goodbyes, with Quentin lifting her into a firm hug and then giving her a light spanking on her way out, telling her “behave yourself,” with a slight wink. Kate waved from the door before slipping it closed, leaving Charlotte and Quentin alone in the echoing apartments, with nothing but their cranking brains and winding thoughts.
Suddenly, Charlotte spun toward Quentin, looking mischievous. “I want you to play it for me,” she said. “The song.”
Quentin smacked the back of his neck. “No. I mean… I don’t know why you’d want to hear it at such an early stage.”
“Because I do. I’m so proud of you for working on something you love this much again,” she whispered. “Please. For me?”
Quentin grasped her hand and led her toward the back, soundproof room, shoving the door closed behind him. Charlotte situated herself on a small chair in the corner, watching as Quentin moved in the familiar pattern, slid ing his guitar strap across his chest and beginning to tune the instrument. Charlotte had watched countless videos of the band on YouTube, had almost memorized his motions. And now, they were here. In front of her.
And her pussy grew wet with insistence, wanting those fingers on the guitar strings to touch her.
Quentin began to sing, then. The song was sorrowful, hinged on a sense of regret and longing. And as he sang, Charlotte stood, beginning to unbutton her dress for him, before allowing the black fabric to fall to the floor at her feet. She stood in a bra and a pair of black tights. He halted his playing, shoving his guitar to the side and rushing toward her, lifting her into him.
Charlotte wrapped her firm legs around his waist, closing her eyes quickly and then kissing him with eager, wet lips. He ripped at her tights, bringing his fingers to her already wet, silky pussy. He unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce against his chest, their nipples growing hard.
Their kisses grew more insistent. Charlotte unleashed his wide, rock-hard staff, pulling the skin over the tip and then back down again, causing him to moan with continuous pleasure. As he leaned her up against the soundproof wall, his hands cupped her ass, and he slotted his firm staff between her peach pussy lips, entering her and filling her, causing her eyes to grow wide.
They made love against the wall, and then on the floor, with Charlotte wrapping her arms tightly around his chest and abdomen, stretching her neck and arching her back, like an animal in the wild. Their moans were censored from all neighbors, and they cried out, howling with lust, and tearing at one another’s skin, finally freed of the shackles they’d begun their relationship with.
As they collapsed beside one another, huffing, their orgasms throttling through them in the time that was after, Quentin whispered into her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine.
“You know the song is about you. ‘She’s Here’ just means I finally found you. And in some ways, it feels like I was waiting for you all along. Throughout all those horrible years of drugs and partying and reckless mistakes, I was waiting for you. I’m so grateful I waited.”
Charlotte turned her head, rubbing her nose against his. “I love you,” she whispered, saying it for the first time. “I’ve never loved anyone before. But I know it when I feel it. And I know it now.”
“I love you, too,” Quentin responded softly, kissing her again.
Quentin wrapped his strong arms around her, lifting her from the soundproof room and carrying her to the balcony, where they stood in their underwear and coats, drank wine, and spoke about the many different lives, interacting and ending and becoming beneath them. As writers, their brains were always in action. And as lovers, they would always find common, sexual ground, with chemistry akin to the most intense rock star sound.
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First Love Second Chance
My heart
says yes.
My mind says no.
I can’t believe Jude just swaggered back into town like nothing happened…
It’s been ten years since he took my virginity.
Ten years since he ran away from town and never turned back.
He’s a famous daredevil, and he’s offering me the opportunity of a lifetime.
Go on the road and write about his life. All of it.
It should be a no brainer for a struggling journalist like me.
And there’s so much to write about.
Like his ice blue eyes that seem to make my panties melt off.
His slippery tongue that disappears between my legs on the tour bus.
He took more than my virginity…
Something that scarred me for life.
I can’t forget him, but can I ever forgive him?
Prologue
Ava
“Don’t be scared, Ava. Just jump in.”
Dark lake water lapped at the boat dock. Sweat clung to every inch of me as I stared down at the moonlight shimmering off the rippling surface. It was hot, too hot even for a summer night. Or was that my own reaction to Jude Jacobs, who currently treaded easily to the boat dock, completely naked under the water? I couldn’t tell past the pounding of my heart.
Jude reached the edge of the boat dock. He folded his arms over the edge to gaze up at me with that devilish grin of his tugging at his lips, instantly setting off the butterflies in my stomach.
Now that I stood on the dock and Jude Jacobs looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes of his, my nerves rattled my insides so much I trembled. This was Jude Jacobs. The bad boy in our class, the rebel, and the boy who would undoubtedly get himself killed for doing a stupid stunt. He was also my brother’s good friend. Our parents never wanted us around a boy like Jude, but I couldn’t resist him. Neither could my brother.
For months now, I had imagined what it would be like to finally let Jude touch me the way I wanted him to. My fingers clutched at the top buttons of my blouse while I watched a few drops of lake water trail down Jude’s bare shoulders. His wild, loose black hair gleamed with water as he pushed it back from his forehead.
“Jump,” he said. “The water feels great.”
“I’m sure it does. It’s ninety-three out right now.”
It was a sweltering summer in Gypsum, Kansas. The heat never seemed to go away, so it had been Jude’s idea to go skinny dipping after helping me climb out my bedroom window. We had jogged along the dirt road to the lake a few miles down the road with our hands intertwined. I was on the cusp of womanhood. I could feel it in the way my skin itched with anticipation. All summer I had waited for a moment like this, for a time we were alone together.
“Don’t hesitate when you’re about to make a jump,” Jude said. “That’s when you let your nerves take over.”
“It’s not that,” I said. “I’m just—”
“Ava.”
The sound of my name rolling off Jude’s lips, sweet and kind, caused my heart to skip. He looked up at me with a reassuring smile.
“I won’t let you go under,” he said. “You know how to swim. Just do it.”
“I can’t undress with you staring at me,” I said. My cheeks burned when Jude arched his eyebrows at me. “Turn around. I’ll do it if you turn around.”
“What if I close my eyes?” he asked.
“You’ll peek.”
“Yeah, I would.” He winked up at me suggestively. “You’re fucking hot, Ava. You can’t blame a guy for wanting to look.”
I rolled my eyes, despite the rest of my body tingling pleasantly at the compliment. Every girl in school wanted to hear Jude Jacobs say they were hot, and I was no exception. I had gotten lucky, though, since Jude seemed interested in me more than anyone else. He never paid attention to the other girls, despite what I heard he did at the parties I never went to. We were from two completely different worlds.
I didn’t want to be a coward, either. Emily had lost her virginity three months ago. I was the only one out of our friends who was a virgin. In a weird way, I didn’t trust anyone but Jude with my first time.
“Turn around,” I commanded firmly. “You can’t peek.”
Jude sank back into the dark water with an irritated sigh. “Fine. Just hurry up. I don’t want the stupid sheriff rolling down the road with us naked in here.”
My fingers trembled as I undid the buttons of my blouse. I kept my eyes trained on Jude. He floated on his back with a serene expression and his eyes closed. Slipping out of my skirt, I shimmied out of my undergarments to stand completely bare in the moonlight. My nipples puckered, and I closed my eyes as I balanced on the edge of the dock.
One, two, three.
I took the plunge. Cold water rushed up around me. The shock of it startled me, and I kicked my legs up to surface with a gasp. I rubbed the water out of my eyes, and I felt tiny waves of water slap against my neck while Jude approached.
“Bravo,” Jude said, grinning. “Never seen anything more elegant than you jumping in.”
“You promised not to look!” I exclaimed.
Jude swam easily through the dark water to close the gap between our bodies. I could see the faint outline of his muscular body through the water. Suddenly, the water didn’t feel so cold anymore.
Strong hands gripped my hips to coax me forward. I resisted at first, until Jude leaned in to press a kiss against my lips. He tasted of lake water but also of mint gum. He tasted like summers out around the shore of the lake.
“You’re beautiful,” Jude whispered. Our noses bumped in the process of trying to keep ourselves afloat. “How did I get so lucky to spend the summer with you?”
I shivered as his fingers rubbed along the curve of my hip bones. “You were failing English.”
“The oldest trick in the book.”
He pressed another kiss against my lips. This time, it was deeper and more passionate. Our tongues intertwined. Goosebumps covered my skin when he pulled me in close. The first brush of his body against mine sent an electric shock through me. This was it. It felt like my whole life had been leading up to this moment. Blood pounded in my veins.
Jude pulled back after a long minute to suck in a deep breath. “I want you, Ava. More than anything that I’ve ever wanted.”
“I want you, too,” I said, shivering. My eyes slipped closed. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done anything like this with a boy.”
“You’ve never been with anyone?” he asked.
“No.”
Jude’s hot lips pressed up against the side of my neck, prompting me to open my eyes again. I clutched at his strong shoulders as he treaded water easily to support the both of us.
“If it makes you feel better,” he murmured, pulling back to look at me. “I haven’t been with anyone, either.”
Shock filtered through me. “You haven’t?”
“No. Never been this close.”
I had a hard time imagining that Jude had never been with a girl. I searched for any sense of deception in his eyes, but they remained genuine. Jude Jacobs was a virgin, too. The boy who fought, drank, smoked, and basically lived on his own was a virgin. The thought did strange things to me. It felt right that we would have this secret together on this hot summer night.
I relished the feeling when I leaned in to kiss him. I could do this as much as I wanted. We were together. That much Jude had made clear throughout the summer—he wanted me as his girlfriend. We kissed until we were both out of breath from the intensity sparking between us.
“I take it that you’re okay with this?” he asked.
“I’m ready,” I said, nodding. “I’ve been thinking about it lately. I’m ready.”
Jude nodded. Together, we swam to the edge of the lake where he had thrown down our towels and bags. He didn’t bat an eyelash as he rose from the water, completely bare. I followed slowly behind him, my heart pounding as he squeezed my hand comfortingly. We walked along the grassy shoreline
with the hot wind blowing all around us.
The moment we reached the towels, Jude kissed me again. Hard. Harder than before. His hands were doing the most incredible things wherever they touched and grasped. It made it that much harder to believe that Jude had no experience with any of this.
Jude laid me down on my towel and braced himself above me. The stars and moon were shining above his head while I clasped his shoulders to steady myself. The intimacy of him pressing up against me, surrounding me in every possible sense, brought tears to my eyes. After fumbling in the dark for protection in his jean pocket, he leaned in to press a kiss to my cheek. Then he pushed into me quickly.
The sting of it drew a gasp from my lips. I squirmed beneath him to adjust to this completely new sensation, but it wasn’t physical pain that I shied away from. It was the emotional side of it that I never expected.
“Ava?”
I forced my eyes open to find Jude’s gaze fixated on me. His hand cradled the back of my head while the other one drew soothing patterns on my upper thigh. The tension on his face was visible, but he remained motionless. He wanted to wait for me.
“I’m okay,” I whispered. “I’m fine. Keep going.”
“Hey,” he said, gently coaxing one of my hands from his shoulders. Our fingers threaded together naturally as he held my hand above my head. “Everything is going to be fine. I promise you that nothing is going to change after tonight.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said, smiling nervously.
“Of course I’m right.” He drew himself into and out of me, slow and rhythmic, like he was considering my comfort in all this. The heat built with our pace, and even though we were both quiet, our breath grew choppy and our brows grew sweaty. His thrusts came harder and were less considerate, but I didn’t care anymore. There was no pain anymore as a wave of shimmering warmth broke through my body, followed quickly by another one.
“I think I just came,” I breathed, shuddering around him. His manhood seemed to be getting bigger and harder inside me.
“I’m coming, too,” Jude groaned. “Oh, fuck.” He lost himself inside me, and we clung to each other afterward, dazed and proud of ourselves. Jude drew me down against his naked shoulder so that we could gaze up at the night sky together. I rested my cheek against his chest, and I heard his heart racing beneath my ear.