Losing Her (Lost and Found Book 1)

by K. S. Marshall

  Her mouth parted in a loud gasp and my head dropped to her shoulder. Her body clamped tight around me making me shudder. She was soaking wet from my saliva and her own arousal and yet, I struggled to inch my way inside of her. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as she accommodated my sizable intrusion.

  “Ahh, oh god!” she cried out.

  I grunted harshly against her neck, knowing that she could easily make me come without trying. She gripped me like a velvet fist, tight and silky. I stilled when I was buried to the hilt. Her wide eyes found mine and I kissed her again passionately, our tongues slow dancing, pulling my hips back slightly only to plunge deep again.

  “So. Damn. Good. Baby,” I gritted out, savoring how perfect she felt wrapped around me in this way.

  Her hands splayed across my back, gripping at me the more I pulled out and thrust forward. Her hips rose to meet mine and we found

  a slow rhythm that tantalized every bit of my sensibility. Her cunt squeezed every inch of me as I rocked deeper and she gasped every time I pulled out. The feel of her around me and the sexy sounds she was making had me reeling. I knew I was going to come soon if I kept at it.

  “Derrick, I’m close again,” she whimpered.

  “Yes, baby. Let go for me.”

  I thrusted harder, picking up the pace. I wanted to feel her finish with me being inside of her, connecting us further. Her hands moved to my ass, gripping and pushing down while she rocked her hips forward helping me hit her in just the right spot.

  The room was stifling hot. Our passion racketing the heat up a few notches. Soft moans and our bodies rocking against each other filled the room. I kissed and licked all over her sweat slicked body, relishing in how we felt together. A low hum rumbled deep in her chest and she bit down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes tightly.

  “Oh..Ah..right there, baby…yes….shit!” she moaned.

  Her breathy voice spurred my hips to thrust faster. Memorizing just where she wanted me, I pulsed, bouncing hard off the tender spot deep inside. She gasped again and my mouth glued to hers, catching her cry of pleasure just as her body started to quake. Her pussy gripped around the base of my cock and pulsated with her orgasm. Her body tightened, her torso bowing off the bed and she screamed my name.

  Still holding onto me, she somehow grew tighter, sending me spiraling off a cliff into my own orgasm. My hips bucked wildly as I came in thick, hot waves, emptying myself inside of her with a loud roar.

  I collapsed on top of her and she pulled me closer, eagerly wrapping her arms around me and planting kisses on my neck and shoulders. My heart raced in my chest, thumping madly, as we laid together, still connected from our love making.

  I wanted to stay inside of her warmth forever. Perfect wasn’t doing it justice and felt too cliché to describe how well we fit together, but I couldn’t think of another word that did the job more accurately. And I wanted more.

  “Fuck baby,” I groaned, kissing her earlobe.

  “Mmm," she murmured in response, still kissing trails along my neck.

  Goosebumps puckered on my skin where her lips touched me. I blinked, turning to look at her. The silhouette of her face in the moonlight made my stomach clench with affection.

  The anger I had felt not too long ago seemed more like a distant memory. All because of her. Most of my life was spent trying to distract myself from my past and from the things that triggered my anger, but with Alina I could actually forget.

  Reluctantly, I pulled out of her and rolled over, dragging her close to me. Her leg draped over mine and her head rested on my chest.

  “You’re perfect,” she whispered, kissing my chest.

  I smoothed her hair away from her face rubbing the pad of my thumb along her cheek. She was asleep before I could respond.

  TEN |Alina

  It pained me to open my eyes in the bright sunlight, so I kept them closed. My body ached all over and I instantly thought about the night before. A delicious pull of pleasure rippled through me as I recalled Derrick and all the magnificent ways he’d pleasured my body. I rolled over expecting to collide with his hard muscular body, but found the bed empty. My stomach surged with insecurity, wondering if I’d been a quick lay that he suddenly found himself regretting in the morning.

  I flung the blanket from over my body, dressed, and quickly padded down the stairs to the first floor. The house was empty and quiet, just like every other morning, but my gut wrenched at the realization that he wasn’t anywhere to be found. I guess I was just a spontaneous lay.

  Numbly, I set about making myself a cup of coffee, feeling the sting of rejection that I’d felt the first time I threw myself at him. Then I remembered how I’d been wrong before. How he’d felt bad about leaving things in the air the first time. Hope filled my chest. I filled the

  tea kettle and turned the gas up on the stove to warm it, scooping coarsely ground coffee into the glass french press container.

  A lone piece of paper folded neatly on the counter near where I kept my coffee supplies caught my eye. It was out of place and unusual as I tended to keep things pretty neat and tidy. I reached for it, just as the tea kettle whistled loudly and a loud knock sounded on the front door. I turned off the fire on the stove and dashed to the door, not bothering to look through the peephole before wrenching it open.

  Rosa Martinez graced my doorstep, looking elegant in a raspberry colored sheath dress and nude stiletto heels. Her face seemed devoid of all makeup, but I knew better. Rosa was an expert at the fresh faced makeup look and her hair was just as no-fuss, hanging thick over her shoulders. Her cowlick naturally parting it down the middle.

  “Cariña! ” she exclaimed before crossing the threshold, kissing me on the cheek before breezing by me and into the house. Her perfume left a lingering cloud of sweet smelling florals in her wake.

  “Morning Rosa,” I said, stifling a yawn and following after her.

  “Are you just waking up?” she exclaimed, incredulously, eyeing the half prepared french press. “You haven’t even had coffee yet?”

  I nodded, smiling sleepily, “Mmhmm. Why are you all gorgeous this morning?”

  “Hmph. As if I’m not this way all the time,” she joked, “I had a guest over last night.”

  My eyebrows shot to my hairline, “A guest, huh? Do tell.”

  “Ricardo came over,” she replied, as if she was telling something as simple as the weather.

  My jaw fell open, “Ricardo. As in your ex-husband, Ricardo?” I exclaimed.

  She nodded, a grin spreading over her face. I gaped at her for what seemed like several minutes, but she made no move to continue further. Ricardo was Rosa’s ex-husband who had left her and her twin girls over ten years ago for some younger woman. Rosa was the queen of over sharing and spilling life details, but she had been so tight lipped about Ricardo. It was a shock I knew even that much about their relationship.

  “How did that happen?” I asked, needing answers. My

  understanding had been that Ricardo had broken her heart. Rosa was a spitfire of a woman, but anytime he was referenced in conversation, her eyes always got a little misty. Even in her fifties, Rosa was drop dead gorgeous, successful and she had her pick of men, but no one had affected her as much as he had.

  “He was at the party last night.”

  “He was?! Wow…why didn’t you introduce me?”

  “You, missy, were all wrapped up in mister Allen Styles. Don’t think you’re off the hook from explaining that one. I saw you two at the bar,” Rosa said, grinning at me.

  I blushed, turning away to grab my usual coffee mug. “So anyway… Ricardo!”

  She settled herself down on a stool before launching into her story, “I had a few friends who’d come down from the city and I guess word had gotten around to him that I was hosting the viewing. I was in the middle of mingling with guests when he walked over and kissed me in the middle of everything. I guess little miss thing isn’t satisfying his needs as much as he thought she would
because he’s here and not with her.”

  My gaze slid over her face, discerning her features. Her immediate expression was satisfaction, but around her eyes, I could see that she was forlorn over him at the same time.

  “Anyway,” she continued, “I kept asking him when he was going to leave and he said he was coming back to my house with me. I didn’t believe him, but he stayed until the end of the party and was waiting to drive me back home when it was time to leave.”

  “And?” I pressed.

  “We made love,” her voice taking on a wistful tone.

  I sat there, silently. Reading the expressions on her face and the tone in her voice. Everything that she wasn’t saying was what I paid attention to the most.

  “Are you okay, Rosa?”

  At first, she avoided my gaze, opting to look down at her hands resting on the counter. “Of course, dear. Ricardo era el amor de mi vida.

  I will always love that man, but he wounded me. More than anyone ever has or anyone ever will.” Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled, looking up at me. It didn’t quite reach her eyes but she quipped, “But I’m too damn successful and gorgeous to be tied up in his nonsense. We both needed last night, clearly. But it’s back to business as usual in the morning.”

  I sipped my coffee, reflecting on what she had said. Ricardo had been the love of her life, so letting go wasn’t something that came easily or naturally, “Alright then. I’m just shocked he was so bold as to kiss you in front of everyone.”

  Rosa laughed, standing to grab a coffee mug and pour a measure for herself. Tipping a spoonful of sugar in and stirring it, she directed her light colored eyes at me, “So, Allen Styles. Que fue eso?

  What was that about?”

  I cringed, “Honestly, I don’t even know.”

  “Well you two looked mighty cozy at the bar. One minute I was hugging you hello and the next, you were giggling it up with Allen. Then,

  you were gone. I take it you had a guest over as well last night?” she grinned, looking around for signs of a lingering man in the apartment.

  “Ha! Well yes, but not Allen,” I started, settling myself down on a stool before continuing on, “Derrick showed up last night.”

  Rosa’s eyes widened, “Oh really? Here?”

  I nodded, “Well eventually we ended up here. He showed up at the party first. I was talking to Allen and then the next minute, Derrick was practically dragging me out of the party.”

  “What?!” she gaped at me.

  “Yes, my thoughts exactly. I was so confused. He threatened Allen and everything!”

  “What happened? Why did he threaten Allen?” she asked, the shock of my story still registered on her face.

  “I don’t know,” I paused, lifting one shoulder insecurely. “He said Allen put something in my drink.”

  Rosa’s mouth fell open into a perfect circle. Her hands flew to her hair, then she held them out as if she was holding me at bay. “Listen, cariña, Allen is my long time associate, but I don’t know him that well. Is Derrick positive?”

  My face scrunched into a scowl, “He said he saw it with his own eyes.”

  Rosa blinked rapidly for a moment, processing my news.

  “Wow,” she breathed.

  “Yeah.” I took another swallow of coffee. “Anyway, he drove me back here and…” I trailed off.

  “Well..?” she leaned forward, intrigued again.

  “Well…” I closed my eyes, “we had sex.”

  She slapped the countertop hard. The loud smack of her hand against the marble startling me, making my coffee slosh in my mug.

  Then she started laughing, “I knew it. Finally!”

  I shook my head, laughing to keep the focus off the fact that blood was rushing to my cheeks, making them hot. Thinking about how many ways Derrick had made me orgasm, the way he had stalked over to me after I called him a coward, the way his body felt on top of mine. I had more than enjoyed myself last night. Goosebumps rose on my skin, sending a clenching heat to my core.

  For some reason, I thought back to the note I’d discovered right before Rosa had arrived. Remembering I hadn’t examined it yet made me turn and reach for it. My name was scrawled neatly on top of the note in handwriting I didn’t recognize. I carefully unfolded it and read the words etched in the same script.

  Hey gorgeous,

  I’m sorry I had to leave you this morning. I had some work to do, but I’ll be back later this evening to check on you.

  Der ick

  Short. Sweet. To the point.

  And thankfully it put my fears to rest.

  I hadn’t been some random hookup. He had to leave for work.

  Of course. He had to make a living, after all. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that no one else had jobs to do. I felt the proverbial weight lifting off my shoulders as I re-read the note.

  He’d be back.

  I exhaled, turning back to face Rosa, who was looking at me quizzically. “What’s going on?”

  I folded the note back into a neat square, “Just a note from Derrick. He left it this morning.”

  “Mmhmm,” she said, playfully.

  I smirked, grabbing the last sip of coffee from my mug before setting it in the sink. I turned back to Rosa, “What are your plans for the day?”

  She shrugged, “Recover from last night? And get back to work.

  I’m supposed to take Ricardo to the train later this afternoon.”

  I watched her move her cup in circles, swirling the liquid around with a wistful look on her face. She still had it for Ricardo. And bad. I couldn’t blame her though. I’d only known Derrick for a few days and I already felt wrecked by him.

  “Are you going to be ok?” I asked, my voice small and delicate.

  Rosa was the quintessential alpha-female. She hated to seem weak or vulnerable, so I chose my tone carefully. I didn't want to bruise her ego.

  She shrugged playfully, “Oh I’ll be fine! Anyway, I just thought of something. How did Derrick know where you’d be last night? Did you tell him?”

  I thought about it for a moment, going over the events of that morning. “No. I don’t think so. The last time I saw him was when we went to breakfast yesterday morning and you didn’t invite me over to the party until later that afternoon. Come to think of it, I don’t think I even sent him a text.”

  “Hmm.. interesante. ”

  “I know…” I trailed off, scouring my brain for any kind of indicator that would have enabled Derrick to know where I had been.

  Still coming up short, I decided to just ask. Reaching for my cellphone lying on the counter where I had tossed it earlier, I pulled up my contacts to dial his number.

  The deep timbre of his voice sent shivers down my spine when he answered, “Derrick speaking.”

  “Hey. I’m sorry to bother you…” I started.

  “Not a bother at all,” he interrupted, “what’s going on beautiful?”

  I flushed, instinctively turning my back to Rosa so she couldn’t see the smile that spread across my face instantly. “Nothing really. I was just sitting thinking about last night.”

  “Oh really?” he said coolly.

  Heat flooded my cheeks, “Yes, well the part about you showing up at the party.”

  “Oh. Yes. What about it?” his tone changed.

  “How did you know where I would be? I don’t remember telling you about the party.”

  He didn’t speak up right away. In fact, I pulled the screen away from my face to double check that the call hadn’t been disconnected. It hadn’t.

  “Hello?” I asked.

  “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I got distracted by something on my screen.

  Yeah, um no you didn’t tell me about the party. I had a friend who was going to go and I figured I’d go and support Rosa, also hoping that you’d be there. I wanted to surprise you,” he explained.

  “Oh, that makes sense,” I turned back to face Rosa, who was watching my face for answers.

 
“Yep. So what are you up to?” he asked, switching gears.

  I leaned on the counter, “Sitting here with Rosa, drinking coffee.”

  “Hmm. Tell her that her viewing was amazing and that I’m sorry for leaving before I could congratulate her.”

  “I will,”I promised.

  “Listen sweetie, I don’t mean to rush you off the phone but I have some work to do and it’s not going to do itself. Can I see you later?” he asked, his tone going back to the affectionate one I was starting to enjoy so much.

  “Of course,” I beamed.