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by Joanna Mazurkiewicz


  Then I stop behaving like a real bastard. She lets out a growl of frustration, looking at me with her eyes wide open. I run to my jeans and get a condom.

  “Don’t worry, baby, I’m just about to rock your world.”

  I don’t let her say anything because then I’m in front of her again, positioning myself between her legs.

  Sweet Jesus, this is really happening! Naked and horny, India is at my mercy as I stroke her with my thump. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask.

  “Stop talking, let’s fuck,” she says with pure sex in her voice. I thrust myself inside her fast and feel like my head is going to split apart.

  “Let’s go slow at first,” I say and start moving inside her. She feels amazing, soft and moist, and I can feel that I won’t last long. I kiss her again, over and over, pushing in and out, while caressing her breasts. My tongue moves over her silky skin and I feel lost in the unbelievable sensations that keep traveling through my body. She tells me to go faster, but I ignore her and instead tell her to turn around. Her perfect ass is in front of me. I slide my cock in from behind and start working it faster, enjoying and devouring this moment. She starts moaning and then I speed up. This is fucking bliss. I can’t believe that I’m making love to this perfect creature.

  “Oh, India, you’re killing me,” I say and within a few more movements I’m coming inside her, filling her up and having the most explosive orgasm in history. My pulse thumps rapidly as I hold her for long time, breathing hard. She kisses my lips and we lie together on the bed.

  “This was amazing,” she says. I pop up on my arms, trying to catch my breath, grinning like a baby.

  “This was just the beginning. If you think that I’m finished with you, then you’re wrong,” I say and get her on top of me again. We make sweet tender love for another hour. Sometimes slow, other times fucking fast. I can’t get enough of her. She is perfect and mine. My headache is there and I’m hungover, but she is my cure. Then we both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  It’s late afternoon when she wakes up. For a split second I ask myself if this was just a dream, but when I feel India snuggled next to me, a huge smile breaks my lips. She is still fast asleep when I get up and make her a cup of coffee.

  I can’t get my head around what happened. Thank God I came to my senses when MacKenzie showed up last night. I was drunk and she was pushing me. India wouldn’t be upstairs now if I hadn’t gotten rid of her several hours ago.

  “Afternoon, sexy, here is your coffee,” I say, knowing that she is fully awake. She doesn’t move so I tickle her until she does.

  “Do you think that I’m the biggest hypocrite on this planet?” she asks, taking a cup from the floor.

  “Hypocrite, why? Because of Evans?” I ask, getting distracted by her naked breasts again.

  “He was upset.”

  “Russell will be fine. After a while he would have realised that you didn’t love him. He is a decent guy after all, and I respect him for what he did.”

  “Yes, he is. I hope he finds someone to be happy with.”

  I don’t let India wonder too much about Evans. Sometimes relationships don’t work out. Evans understood this and I don’t want to dwell on him.

  We stay in bed until the evening, making love again. India leaves at eight to help Dora with packing. Jacob is staying at home for the next two days. Knowing how much distraction India is going to be for me, we both agree to see each other tomorrow. I have one more practice before the summer break and then I get a few months of doing nothing at all.

  I clean a bit and pack a few things. Around ten I order Chinese takeout and have a beer. The house is still a mess, and for the next couple of days I have to make sure that it’s all sorted before the landlord comes around for inspection.

  In the morning I wake up in a good mood. The practice is at twelve, so I have a bit of time to go shopping and prepare India a breakfast in bed. I hate any kind of shopping, but I get some chocolate croissants, the best coffee, her favourite grapes and head to her apartment just after nine. I let myself in and remind myself to tell them both that they should remember to keep their door locked during the night. From Jacob’s stories, I know that Dora likes to sleep naked, so I have to be a little careful. It’s early, so I get to work straight away. India likes strong coffee. I put all the croissants on the plate with butter and jam.

  I don’t knock because I don’t expect her to be awake.

  “Wake up, sleeping beauty, breakfast is here,” I say as she lies flat, spread out on the bed and I have a perfect view of her arse in front of me. I haven’t even woken her up yet and I’m already in fucking heaven. She mutters something like, “Go away,” so I put the tray with food on the table and move to stand in front of her, admiring her for some time. She is wearing a nighty to bed, a short one, and in this moment I can see her beautiful round arse. I lean in to kiss her while kicking my shoes off.

  India wakes up slightly as I start moving my hand over her legs, tracing my fingers down between her legs. She is so wet for me already. She mumbles my name and I kiss her buttocks, working my fingers inside her. This is fucking hot and my heart pounds rapidly in my chest. I swallow hard and lean over her ear.

  “I know that you’re awake. Come on, babe, stop teasing me now.”

  She giggles and I plunge my finger deeper, working her wetness with my thumb. She moans loudly and turns her head to look at me, all flushed. I stop teasing her and she is already sitting on the bed, trying to get rid of my jeans.

  “Breakfast, huh? I thought you had practice this morning.”

  “I went to bed horny and woke up even more turned on. Fuck, come here and let me taste you again. You purposely went to sleep with nothing on, just to tease me.”

  “Maybe,” she giggles.

  “Well, now you’re going to pay for it.”

  “If you think that you’re taking advantage of me, then you’re very wrong. I’m in charge today,” she says, moving her already-naked self beside me. Her breasts are glorious and I want to make her come as many times as possible. She starts touching me; her hands travel down my stomach; my skin prickles as she reaches the band of my boxers.

  “Oh fuck, India, this is too much,” I growl, dropping down to the bed. I’m not prepared when she takes me into her mouth, starting to run her mouth up and down. With a sharp intake of breath I’m flying, drifting away, aware of every single stroke of her tongue. Fuck, I don’t even know when she learned this technique, but I keep moaning as the burning sensation in my penis increases. She licks the tip, causing an eruption of sweet desire. My hips arch up asking for more, but I don’t let her finish me off like that, even when her tongue is doing all these wonderful things to me. I need to have her close to me, I need to know that she won’t go anywhere. My skin tickles and the waves of electricity move between us, charging us with soaring heat.

  “Come here, I need to be inside you,” I growl, moving her on top of me. Her boobs are bouncing and I squeeze them, circling and teasing her hardened nipples with my thumb.

  “Oliver…”

  “I know, baby, I know,” I say with a grin and guide myself into that moist entrance at her core. She lets go a quiet gasp and high-pitch moan. We start moving, forgetting about the condom. It doesn’t fucking matter anyway. She admitted that she is clean and recently started taking birth control pills. Right now I need to have her all, skin to skin, heart to heart.

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Once upon a time I had a secret.

  Present

  My fucking mind is racing when she starts riding me faster, panting, as her breasts bounce against each other. A trickle of sweat runs down my back as I keep looking at her, admiring her beauty. Our eyes stay glued to each other until I’m on the edge, fighting to last longer. This whole act brings us closer and my love for her only grows more.

  I push myself inside her faster while taking long, deep breaths. She is glowing on top of me and moaning, and I think this is ju
st fucking amazing.

  “Come for me, baby, I want to see your eyes,” I growl, bringing her closer. I squeeze my hands over her buttocks and thrust. I’m so close to coming it’s so fucking unbelievable. She moans, her face contracts with bliss and then she explodes on top of me. I follow her and my orgasm is intense, better than the last one, because there is nothing that divides us, it’s just us. I already want more of her, like touching her is never enough. She lies down on top of me, pushing my hair away from my face.

  “I like your surprises, but what are you going to do while I go to stay with my mother?”

  I look at her, frowning, not having any desire to think about the future right now.

  “I’m going to sneak in through the window or you have to sleep at my house. I don’t want us to be apart for long.”

  Then we hear a loud knock on our door—it’s Dora.

  “You two sex maniacs! I was sleeping, so keep it quiet in there.”

  I start laughing and India hides her face in my chest.

  “Dora is a hypocrite,” I state. “All this time you complained when she was next door with Jacob and you couldn’t sleep.”

  “Were we that loud, really?”

  “We will be in a moment, but I want you to have breakfast first,” I say cheerfully and get out of bed. I grab the tray with the coffee, which probably has gone a little cold by now.

  “You have a fine arse, Mr. Morgan.”

  “One more word, India, and I’m going to make love to you again. Your own voice is seducing me.”

  I place the tray on the bed and watch as her eyes widen with amazement. I’m good at playing a romantic guy. She loves that I’m looking after her so well. We eat and laugh together and this is the best morning. I’m aware of the fact that this won’t continue when we get back to Gargle. India is going to stay with her mother and we both know that when parents are involved, the party is over.

  Dora is in the living room when we finally leave the bedroom. The girls agree to go back to Gargle tonight with some of their stuff and then come back tomorrow morning. From what I know, Dora is going away with Jacob to Spain for some time. I guess I have another lonely night with myself tonight.

  During the final training, I give everything I can, gaining a few good points. The boys aren’t that bothered and the practice ends with mixed moods. Coach gives us a speech and tells us not to slack off during the summer. Evans is not at training, but I don’t want to think about him. India is with me and it’s just tough shit. I have a quick shower and hope to help India with packing, maybe even sneak her back to the room for a quickie.

  “Hey, Morgan, I heard your house is empty. How about we pop in tonight with a few beers?”

  It’s Sam, and some other guys are cheering at his idea. Sam is the last person I want to hang around with, but the boys are looking keen and India is going back to Gargle. Fuck, may as well do a bit of socialising with the team. Jacob promised to help out with putting the house together to a liveable state once he is back. Cleaning and packing is the last thing on my mind.

  “Just to be clear, it’s not a party and bring your own drinks,” I say. There is loud approval from the group and a few guys pat me on the back. It’s literally the last night. The final exams ended today, so tomorrow the campus is going to be deserted.

  Later that night I kiss India goodbye, and she leaves with Dora in the evening. In two days we both are going to be back in Gargle. I still hate that town, but now India is in my life. She is the person that helped me forget about bad times.

  The house looks like shit so I tidy some stuff, so it looks more decent. I pack a few boxes and go to the store for some beers. It looks like it’s not my day today because the shop has run out of my favourite beer. I buy cider, which I hate, but this will do for one night. The boys arrive after eight. It’s only half of the team. I get some junk food and put everything in the oven.

  “Where is your girl then? I thought you two made up?” Jason asks, placing a pack of beer on the kitchen counter.

  “She went back home with some of the stuff.”

  “So it’s all good now. She doesn’t hate you anymore?”

  “Yeah, she’s mine and I’ve never been happier.”

  Jason nods, laughing. That night we are chilling in my bare living room. An hour later Sam shows up.

  “Sorry, guys, I had a bird in my bedroom, couldn’t leave her alone,” he chuckles. I roll my eyes, glad with myself that I decided to stop sleeping around. Now I have one girl in my life and she makes me happy. Sam comes back to the living room and hands me a bottle of my favourite beer. At least he knows where to get a good beer.

  “So it’s all good now? Gretel is finally yours. Apparently MacKenzie was really pissed off with you the other night?” Sam asks.

  “I was drunk and she showed up. That girl doesn’t take no for an answer,” I say, irritated that Sam needs to bring this shit up.

  “You should have tapped her. What’s wrong with fucking two?”

  I get to him before he realises what’s is going on, pushing him against the wall. He is fucking up my good mood. What the hell was I thinking, inviting him over?

  “MacKenzie is a slut and India is my girlfriend, so I suggest you be more respectful,” I snarl close to his face. He narrows his eyes at me.

  “Okay man, chill out. I was out of line.”

  I let go of him. The boys are giving me startled looks. Luckily, someone puts music on and the tension disappears. To make peace, Sam passes me another bottle of beer later. He vanishes before twelve. I don’t even know why I hang out with him, so I relax a bit more once he is gone. The garden is a mess, but the boys are eager to drink outside. By midnight, I’m pissed and it was only supposed to be a small gathering. My head is banging while Jason rants about rugby.

  Around one o’clock in the morning, once everyone is gone and the house is quiet again, I lie in bed and wonder if I should call India. My head is spinning and in the end I drink some more beer that Sam left. About halfway through, I pass out for good, knowing that everyone probably had a good time.

  ***

  India

  “Okay, see you later, Mum. I’ll be back tomorrow,” I say to mum, kissing her on the cheek. My train is leaving in about five minutes. I tried Oliver’s mobile this morning, but it went straight to voicemail. I’m not worried. He’s showed me plenty of times that he cares about me more, especially in the past few days.

  “Take care and I think that you made the right decision because Oliver is a good guy.”

  “Thanks, Mum.”

  I hug her and Josephine, then walk to the train, thinking about the summer ahead of me. I had a really busy morning, helping Dora with her packing. She is so excited about the trip to Spain with Jacob. I find a space by the window and take out my book. Since the holiday and my amazing time in Sicily, I haven’t been out at the cinema much. It’s Oliver’s fault, but once I’m back to Gargle I’ll catch up on all the latest releases. I still can’t believe that things between us worked out so well. I thought that my life ended when he broke me apart in the restaurant. For a really long time, I thought that I would never forgive him.

  It’s the beginning of holiday season, so the train is busy. Oliver promised to pick me up from the train station as soon as I arrive. My heart starts to beat faster when I think how lucky I am. I kept telling myself that it’s too early to trust him. He hurt me, but in some ways he redeemed himself. I have a gut feeling that this time everything is going to be different. After a few hours in a hot train, I get out at Braxton central. I left my main suitcase at home. Oliver insinuated that he wants to move in with me. He is so eager and I love him more than anyone, but maybe we should take things slowly.

  When I don’t spot him outside, I take out my mobile and try again. It’s strange because Oliver is a little bit of a control freak. He assured me that I would be in his arms as soon as I got out of the train. Something isn’t right and I bite my lip, wondering why I can’t get through to h
im. I wait another twenty minutes and then decide to take a taxi to his place. In any other circumstance I would have called Jacob, but Dora mentioned that he was going back home.

  Once I pay the fare I stand outside Oliver’s house, staring at the empty bottles of beer. Maybe he got drunk and forgot that he was supposed to pick me up this morning. That’s so typical of him. The door isn’t locked and evidence of last night’s party is still in the kitchen. Obviously, he had the boys over. I put my bag down on the table and head upstairs. The door to his bedroom is also unlocked, so I walk in, feeling oddly nervous to see him.

  I look around the room. Oliver is sleeping, looking so peaceful. Then I spot bottle of his favourite beer by his side. Right now I’m angry. This is not what I expected when I was leaving Gargle this morning. Shaking my head, I walk to the window and open the curtains, hoping that this will wake him up.

  I have to lean over his desk and I accidentally move the laptop. The screen turns itself on, and then something else attracts my attention. A white envelope at the bottom of his bed. Hesitating, I pick it up, wondering if it’s another surprise for me. Inside I find a pile of fifty-pound notes. It looks like a couple of hundred pounds with a handwritten message. Normally I don’t stick my nose where I shouldn’t, but right now I’m too curious too pass on this opportunity.

  Congratulations, bro, you got her back. It’s all there, you don’t have to count.

  I read that note a few times over and I try to swallow and breathe at the same time, but my body stops responding. I look at sleeping Oliver, feeling the pounding in my ears as the blood drains from me. My heart starts hammering in my chest dangerously fast. I turn my head to the screen of his laptop. Somehow I manage to walk back to his desk, seeing quite clearly his Facebook profile. He must have left it open last night. When I notice his picture blackness obscures my vision, and white dots starts dancing in front of my eyes. It’s him—Oliver, in bed with MacKenzie. They are both naked. She is smiling, taking the selfie while he has fallen asleep. Underneath there is a comment.

 

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