Cyn. My body was reacting to him in a way that I could not deny. Seeing him in this way was exhilarating.I never wanted to be excited or turned on, but I was already soaked and dripping wet between my thighs. It felt as if an entire colony of hornets were buzzing in my belly. I wanted to squash them all dead, but I couldn’t feel enough malice to attack them. What I truly wanted in that moment was revenge.And not against them, but him.I wanted to show him that I wasn't really into him, that he could not treat me like a prostitute and come fuck me like I was his, but my body had other things in mind. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me and he knew it. Back in the dining room, he had reduced me to a spineless, mumbling mess and I wanted nothing more than to do the same to him. To crack through that impenetrable shell, and to prove to myself and him that he was just as susceptible as the rest of us.I focused more on the thick, throbbing length of meat in my hand and mouth and
Ace.I sat back in my chair, still in shock at what I had just experienced. I had wanted to stay with her. And hold her. The startling need had crackled through my chest. But I couldn't, it was bit fair to her or me, or Kaya who was lying in an hospital. So I had forced myself to walk away. Now I stood in the middle of my study staring out of the window almost in a daze. My breathing was still uneven, my heart racing, and my body thrumming with the afterglow pleasure and heat. What the fuck just happened?I had fucked so many women in my life, all as beautiful and some even more beautiful than her, but none of those encounters even vaguely resembled what had just happened.For fucks sake I had unraveled like a dropped old movie reel. It was the closest thing to a miracle I had ever experienced in years.What was it about her? Why did she have this effect on me?I had to get rid of the turbulence inside me. With a shuddering sigh, my gaze went over to the tray with a bottlebof aged w
Cyn. I woke up to an empty spot in my bed. I could have sworn I went to sleep in his arms. It had seemed so real, but now I was wondering if I had imagined it all. But the soreness between my legs told a very different story. Breakfast was served in a massive orangery. It was full of plants, flowers, and vines creeping along the walls. Despite it being a winter wonderland outside, the heat emanating from the floors created a toasty atmosphere inside that glass hall.Anna led me to a long banqueting table, where there was an impressive, almost wasteful display of dishes on it. I had only seen this kind of spread offered by five star hotels or in luxury cruise liners. Not that I had been in any, only photos in magazines. I stared at the assortment of pastries and bread, fruit, doomed dishes of cooked food standing on electric warmers, jams, honey, and different cereals in tallglass containers, but these, I only glanced at. What truly held my attention was the view from the glass wall
Ace. "Have you been here all night again?" Nurse Franklin came in to check something. She touched Kaya’s IV, her monitors, her leads. Then she looked at me and offered a soft smile."No, I just came in." i said as I tried to look at what she was doing. "I am just checking her vitals." she said smiling, “Is there anything I can get for you?”I shook my head. “I’m fine. Thank you.”“Well, if you want to stretch out, that chair over there pulls out into a small lounger.”“Thank you.”She picked up the iPad she had been noting Kaya’s vitals in and began to cross the room. As I watched her go, a thought crossed my mind.“Can I ask you something?” I blurted out. “Of course.”“How did you know to call me? I mean, she was jogging, and you said she was unconscious when the paramedics arrived…” “Oh. There was an emergency contact card in her fanny pack.” She set the iPad on the end of the bed and went to the small wardrobe next to the door. From there, she retrieved a small, black and red
Ace.I walked her to the front door of her house, hoping I had remembered to slide a couple of condoms into my pocket before I left the hotel. She turned to me at the door, sliding up against my chest as she kissed me again, a decidedly more intense kiss than the last. I pushed her back, catching us both with a hand on the door as her back moulded against the leaded glass. My other hand was on her hip, but I wasn’t planning on leaving it there for long.“I should go in,” she said, her voice softened by excitement.“Why would you want to do that?” I asked teasing herI ran my lips along the side of her neck, making her groan as I found a particularly sensitive spot just under her right ear. She bent her head back, giving me access to more of the tender flesh of her neck. Her scent washed over me as I moved closer, desperate to taste every inch of her throat, her jaw. As I felt the heaving of her breasts increase with every second that passed.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, pre
Ace. I looked over at Kaya, she looked so peaceful sleeping like that. Still as beautiful as the first day I met her. Except that now her full of life face seemed just empty, expressionless. Tears filled my eyes, and for the first time since the accident I let myself cry. I can't loose her.I whispered to myself. We had so many things to do still, we planned so many trips we were yet to take, we had so many unfinished businesses. I took her hand in mine,One year ago. “I think you are the only man in America who is willing to take a three long hour flight just to have dinner.” She said smiling up at me“The food here is awesome.” I said defensively. She tossed a napkin at me. “You know what I mean.”I reached across the table and touched her hand lightly. “I guess I do it for the company.”“You guess?”I studied her face for a long moment. “You know I like you.”“I know. But is it really worth the trouble?”“It is to me.”That familiar blush burned across her cheeks as her eyes
Kaya. I was dreaming. At least, I thought I was. I was back in Texas, standing in the center of my art studio, staring at a huge canvas that was larger than anything I had ever worked on before. There were flowers everywhere, I hate flowers! everywhere. Red roses. Yellow roses. Irises. Carnations. Daisies and mums. So many flowers that they were even in the painting, hidden in the lines of a woman’s dress, the angles of a man’s jaw. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen.Why were there so many flowers in my art studio. Everyone knew I hated them, but somehow they were all I could see and smell. And then it changed, the room itself becoming larger, brighter. There were skylights, the kind I had always wanted in my studio, and gorgeous built ins that were big enough to hold all the paints I could ever use. My studio had metal shelves that had come in a box from the local WalMart.I didn’t understand where I was or why I felt heaviness in my chest when I looked around. It was all
Ace. The doctor left, followed closely by Alicia, but not before Alicia dropped a wink in my direction.She was coming out of it. I couldn’t even begin to express how excited I was. And scared. She had been in this coma for a total of fifteen days now. What did it mean that it took so long for her to wake up?I picked up her hand and pressed it to my lips.“You have to wake up, baby,” I said. “I know you can do it. You have to keep fighting. You have to come back to me.”That is all I wanted. I wanted her to come back to me. Nothing else mattered. I wanted to make things right, to tell her I was sorry and that I was still in love with her. One year ago. “Move in with me.” I blurted out as she was lying comfortably on my chest. “Where? Are you planning on getting a house out here?” she asked, a little confused as she looked up at me. “No. But I have a perfectly good house in Los Angeles.“You want me to move to L.A.?”I ran my hand over her bare belly and watched as her nipples ti