by DD Sparxx
“It is you!” He said to me as if he didn’t expect it to really be me he had just approached. The shock on his face spoke volumes.
“It is me! Hi! Oh my gosh, it’s you! How have you been?” I gushed. It’s you? How have you been? I could kick myself. I wasn’t sure what to say though. I mean, I knew how I felt, but I had no clue if forgiveness was even remotely in the cards on his end.
He reached out and enveloped me in his huge arms and I knew in that instant that this was what home was supposed to feel like. His heartbeat thundered under my ear and my eyes drifted closed of their own accord. He smelled exactly the same, fresh, citrusy and woodsy all at once.
When he finally pulled back, he was still holding onto my hands, “You look incredible, you haven’t changed a bit. You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I thought for sure you were a figment of my imagination over here.” He stood there taking me in and I felt the heat burn through my body as his green eyes raked me up and down, coming back to rest on my eyes again.
“You look pretty amazing yourself.” I couldn’t believe I was actually standing here with him and he was smiling at me.
“I’m here with Jax, we have a table. Come say hi! I’m sure he’d love to see you.” He glanced back in the direction he had just come from.
“I’d love to! Let me grab my friend Sadie.”
I turned to find Sadie dancing next to us with some random guy and tapped her on the shoulder. “He wants me to come to his table, come with me.”
She waved a silent goodbye to her dance partner and turned back to us.
“Sadie, this is Ford. Ford, this is my best friend Sadie.”
They shook hands and Ford looked at her in a very peculiar, almost scrutinizing, manner that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Is this the Ford? I mean, I imagine there is only one. It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” Her smile was so big I swear it was her best Cheshire cat impersonation.
She was laying it on super thick, so I gently elbowed her in the side to cut her off, I didn’t want him thinking she was a lunatic. “Yes, there’s only one Ford, Sadie.” I smiled brightly back up at him. “Where’s your table? I’d love to see Jax.”
25
Ford
My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought it might literally explode. I reached out to tap her on the shoulder and felt the spark pass before I even made contact and in that instant, I knew it was really her. I couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t a mirage that would disappear from in front of my eyes again.
She turned around in what I swear was slow motion. I was met with the most beautiful amber eyes I’d ever seen, and they were full of uncertainty and awe.
“It is you!” I heard myself say.
“It is me! Hi! Oh my gosh, it’s you! How have you been?” I watched as an enormous smile bloomed across her perfectly glossed lips.
So much time had passed, but it seemed like I just saw her yesterday. On impulse, I dragged her into my arms and savored the way her softness felt pressed against me. All the heartache I felt over the past resolved itself the minute I held her. I could feel the emotion clog my throat and took a long, deep breath to calm it. When I did, her vanilla scent invaded all my senses and I realized that I didn’t ever want to let her go again.
I finally stepped back and released her from our embrace, but made sure to keep holding onto her hands. I couldn’t stop the thumb of my right hand from sliding back and forth over the ring finger on her left hand and noticed it was completely bare and felt something akin to hope flash through me. She was not married. Or she wasn’t married anymore.
I slowly looked her over from the top of her wildly tousled hair, down her tanned curves, to her perfectly manicured toes that I could see poking out of her sky-high stilettos and I felt blood surge to my dick instantly.
“You look incredible. You haven’t changed a bit. You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I thought for sure you were a figment of my imagination over here.” And just as fast as my dick had started to harden I felt it deflate at my own words. Total mental forehead smack. Why did I just tell her I thought she was in my head? I’m sure that sounded really cool coming out of my mouth.
“You look pretty amazing yourself.” The uncertainty I had originally seen in her eyes vanished in that instant and was replaced with what appeared to be delight.
“I’m here with Jax, we have a table. Come say hi! I’m sure he’d love to see you.” I glanced back towards our table and saw Jax sitting alone now.
“I’d love to! Let me grab my friend Sadie.”
She turned towards a taller girl dancing next to us, tapped her on the shoulder and said something I couldn’t make out.
Once the girl turned back to us, Ella made the introductions. I shook her hand and tried to figure out what was so familiar about her. She was pretty with blonde hair, big hazel eyes, and a huge smile.
While I was trying to figure it out I heard Ella reply, “Yes, there’s only one Ford, Sadie.” Ella replied to her, then turned to me and said, “Where’s your table? I’d love to see Jax.”
I wasn’t sure what Jax’s reaction would be to me finding Ella, but I knew he wanted me to be happy regardless of what it was that made that happen.
“Wow! Do my eyes deceive me? Isabella Alfieri, is that really you?” Jax was up before we even made it to the table.
“Hi, Jax!” She smiled up at him, leaning in to give him a brief hug.
“And this is her friend Sadie,” I gestured to the girl standing with us. “Sadie, this is Jaxson.”
“Nice to meet you,” he offered. Jax turned and reached out to shake her hand, and at the last second brought it to his lips and kissed it instead. What was he trying to pull? I didn’t want him starting up some kind of Casanova BS that could affect anything Ella and I might have the possibility of rebuilding.
Maybe I was being too harsh on him. He knew how to be a good wingman, but he had to know this situation was different from every other time we had been out in years.
Sadie tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow at his over the top behavior, then proceeded to flash him a smile. “Nice to meet you too.”
We all sat down in the booth together. “Would you ladies like a drink? We have a sipping rum here or we can have the waitress get you anything else you’d like.” I offered, gesturing to the bottle and ice filled tumblers that were still on the table.
Ella looked towards Sadie, something silent passed between them, “We’ll have whatever you guys are having.”
I filled up our glasses and Jax raised his to make a toast, “To reconnecting with old friends and,” and focusing on Sadie added, “to making new ones. Cheers.”
When Ella and I first starting dating she had told me about an old Italian superstition that says if you don’t maintain eye contact while “cheersing” you are cursing yourself to seven years of bad sex. Now normally I don’t believe in superstitions, but this is one even I don’t ever take a chance with.
“Salute.” Ella and I both chimed in at the same time, clinking our glasses together, holding the eye contact until we both swallowed, then we both started laughing. Old habits die hard.
There were so many questions I wanted to ask her, so much I wanted to share, but mostly I was so happy to be sitting here with her that I couldn’t think of one single thing that I had wanted more than to just look at her, hold her in my arms and know she was real.
She downed her sipping rum in a few large gulps, but declined when I offered her more. It was suddenly apparent to me that she was nervous and I wanted nothing more than to alleviate all her tension. My eyes followed as her tongue darted out and licked the remaining rum off her bottom lip, then watched in fascination as she bit down on it, her top teeth holding her bottom lip prisoner. I wanted to feel those lips pressed against mine, to kiss any indecision she had away. Instead, I requested a dance.
I stood holding out my elbow like a gentleman and crooked m
y head to the side. “May I have this dance?”
She looked up at me from beneath her long black lashes and smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.” The anxiety started to melt away.
The bar was packed now, but as we moved to the dance floor I was aware of every step she took beside me. I found a spot for us and spun her into my arms. The beat was thumping. Pitbull sang about giving everything tonight and she smiled up into my face as she sang along with him. She automatically wrapped her hands around my neck as she swayed her body against me, her breasts were rubbing against my chest and my right hand pressed on the small of her back, leading the dance.
We were still so in sync after all this time, almost as if it was ingrained. I couldn’t help but get lost in time. I closed my eyes to let it all sink in and just allowed myself to feel. The music continued to play around us and bodies crushed against us, but at the same time, it was as if we were all alone. All I could see was her.
Usher’s “DJ Got Us Falling in Love Again” started up. How appropriate, I thought. She lifted her arms and spun around, her back now pressed against my front, she swung her hair over one shoulder and continued her movements to the pulse of the music. My hands went to the lower part of her stomach and her hip, as her ass wiggled its way along my cock. She raised her hands back behind her head, arching her back, and laced her fingers around my neck as she moved to the pounding beat.
I was surrounded by her scent; she smelled like heaven and I desperately wanted a little taste. I leaned in and brushed my lips along the spot on her neck that she loved so much, I couldn’t help myself. Her face tipped up, granting me better access and her lips parted on a sigh. I felt my cock start to throb, and from the way her body was pressed up against me, I knew she had to feel how hard I was.
She twirled again so she was facing me, her fingertips brushed along the scruff on my jaw and then continued up, once again lacing her fingers behind my neck. Her big eyes stared up into mine seductively. I watched her tongue come out and again wet her lips. I couldn’t have stopped the possessive growl that came out of my mouth even if I tried. I used one hand to haul her body even tighter against mine while the other threaded around her neck and into her hair, pulling her lips millimeters from my own.
Her pupils dilated and her eyes blazed with desire. I could feel her pulse pounding where my pinky made contact with her neck. I couldn’t stop staring into her eyes, it felt like I was being held captive in golden pools of light. I paused, waiting only a heartbeat for her to give up complete control and felt her body relax fully into mine. She wanted this as much as I did. Her eyes had started to flutter closed and her lips tipped closer as she waited for me to finish closing the distance between our mouths.
I inhaled deeply at her surrender and then crushed her lips to mine. They were softer than I remembered and tasted sinfully sweet. I knew there wasn’t another set of lips out there that even remotely compared. Believe me, I had searched. I gently sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and then licked my way inside when I felt her lips part on a moan.
Our tongues dueled and I held on even tighter, grinding my now fully rigid cock against her stomach as her hips rocked against my thigh. I remembered all of her telltale signs and knew she wanted more than what we could do right here on the dance floor. Lord knew I wanted way more too.
When I broke the kiss her eyes opened slowly, taking a few seconds to focus on my face. Her breathing was labored and her lips were swollen from our kiss.
Mine! The possessive thought bounced around inside my head. She was mine once and I was going to make damn sure she’d be mine again, only this time I wasn’t letting go.
She was the light in my darkness, what I had been missing to find my way through life.
26
Ella
Jax had surprisingly played along well with the whole not knowing I was going to be here thing. I was still in utter shock that this was real.
Jax’s toast was the perfect icebreaker, and when Ford and I looked at each other to toast it was as if we picked right back up again as if no time had passed. Like there was no time divide between the past and now. And when the toasting was done and we’d had a little more to drink, correction, I had a lot more to drink, downing my glass in a series of gulps, all I could think about was becoming one with him again, even if it was just to dance.
When he offered, I was beyond ready. I wanted to feel him pressed against me and his hands on my body. I knew there was a lot left to discuss, but for just tonight I wanted to enjoy the physical closeness, before all of the demons of the past were glaringly brought to the present.
As we danced I felt myself go into autopilot. I sang as we swayed and grinded together the way we always had. I was already wet and my sex was throbbing just from his proximity. And when he kissed the side of my throat and his scruff gently rubbed the skin there I knew I was going to give him anything and everything he wanted from me. His hands felt so good on me, and when I felt his cock straining against my lower back and ass, I wanted him to fuck me right there on the dance floor, I didn’t even care that we were surrounded by a whole bar full of people.
I spun and reached up to touch his face, that scruff that my fingers had ached to feel, then laced my hands around the back of his neck and into his hair. When I looked up into his green eyes, all I could see was unbridled lust. His growl was one of the hottest things I had ever heard. He pulled my body flush with his and gripped the back of my neck, holding me at an angle that told me what he wanted, but he was waiting for me to decide.
My heart thundered in my chest. I licked my lips and felt my eyes flutter closed. Then the kiss of all kisses happened. It was all consuming. It was a kiss years in the making full of joy, sorrow, passion, and promise. There was nothing more that I wanted in that moment than to stay in his arms forever.
When we broke apart it took a second for my eyes to focus. “Wow...” wait, was that my outside voice? Shit. I felt myself biting my swollen bottom lip and staring into a very possessive, yet very turned-on looking set of green eyes.
“Wow, yourself,” Ford chuckled back at me, a self-satisfied smirk gracing his lips.
I wanted to dive back in, so I did. My hands were still around the back of his neck and I tugged his mouth back down to mine. I heard his groan as our lips and tongues moved in time. His grip tightened in my hair and I gasped at the sensation. His mouth left mine and his lips trailed down my jaw and the side of my neck, nipping along the way. I felt my core clench in response and I held on for dear life.
“God, Ella, you taste even more amazing than I remember.”
“Come home with me,” I countered.
The minute the words left my mouth the haze around us lifted. Ford looked at me considering my offer. Too long, I thought, he’s taking too long to respond. Why did I say that? I don’t want him to think that I just randomly go home with men from the bar. I mean, he should realize I’m asking him to come home with me because it’s him, but, ugh, I feel like I’m screwing this all up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I-”
“I would love to come home with you. I just want to make sure it’s really what you want and it’s not just the alcohol taking control here,” his head tilted to the side in question.
I felt my eyes grow huge in my face and my head swayed back, as if I’d been hit. “You think I’m drunk?” My voice raised a few octaves. Uh oh, I could feel my temper spiking.
“I wasn’t trying to imply that, I just don’t want you to think I only want to get in your-”
I cut him off. “I’m not drunk, not at all. After all of that,” I motioned wildly to the space between us, “I would think that you would’ve noticed that.” Control, breathe.
“Ella, I just didn’t want to take advantage. I want nothing more than to come home with you, to strip you bare and admire every square inch of you; to kiss and lick you from head to toe, to finish what we just started.”
My temper quickly subsided and I dropped my gaze to the floo
r. I felt like a total fool. “Wait, so, you’re not turning me down?” I glanced back up from under my lashes.
“I’m definitely not turning you down,” he confirmed.
Relief flooded my system. He wasn’t turning me down. He was coming home with me and I was going to do whatever it took to win Ford back.
27
Ford
I could tell from the even bigger than normal eyes that stared out of her face that I shouldn’t have implied she was drunk and not thinking clearly.
“You think I’m drunk?” She had asked incredulously, her voice raising in tone and pitch. Time to put the fire out before it could get started. She gestured wildly with her hands to the space between us. She looked so damn adorable when she was all feisty and flustered.
It was then that I decided to try for a little damage control, “Ella, I just didn’t want to take advantage. I want nothing more than to come home with you, to strip you bare and admire every square inch of you; to kiss and lick you from head to toe, to finish what we just started.” To myself, I finished that sentence with make you remember where you belong, who you belong to, who you’ll always belong to…
“Wait, so, you’re not turning me down?” She peered back up at me from under her long, thick, dark lashes.
“I’m definitely not turning you down.” I grabbed her hand and lead her off the dance floor and to our table.
“Maybe we should stay for another drink or two before we go,” she said as she glanced at Jax and Sadie who were still sitting in the booth.
“Is that what you want?” I knew I had just given her an out. I didn’t want to force something on her even if she was the one who suggested taking off. I would be disappointed, but I had already waited all this time to be with her again, what was a little more time at the club? I would always put her wants and needs first.