Enough Isn't Everything (Everything Trilogy) (3 page)

He was oblivious to me though; absorbed in his work, composing his music, and trying to lay the melody over this. His head was bent forward, eyes closed, strumming away on his guitar with his strong, smooth, veiny hands and long fingers.

His guitar
 looked like an extension of him, just like my mine does with me, so I figured he’s been playing it since he was little as well.

I sat myself down on the grass, leaning back on my oversized bag, and continued to watch him intently. I had never spent this much time just staring at a man before, but he was irresistible to look at, so I allowed my eyes to soak up every delicious inch of him.

He was still struggling with some lyrics, playing the melody over and over, trying to make it fit with the words of his song. I listened patiently as he tried to find the right line. It really wasn’t a chore doing that, I would have happily sat watching him all day long.

The song content was
 about making love, but the lyrics weren’t crude, they were clever words, but the inferences were there all the same. Or maybe it was just my mind that saw it that way since my knowledge had been broadened with my new sexual experience with Sam.

I had an idea and felt that I had
 the perfect line for his song. I didn’t want to interrupt his artistic flow, but I felt compelled that the line needed to be in his song.

He stopped and banged
 the side of his guitar hard, his jaw flexed tensely, and then he stared straight at me. My eyes connected with his briefly and desire surged through me when his sparkling hazel eyes met mine. I felt like I’d been hit by a lightning bolt; my heart sped up, and I felt as if he could see into my soul.

He looked like he was
 going to burst with frustration with each line he tried that didn’t gel with the song, and he looked seriously pissed about it.

I thought he was going to speak to me, and I drew in a deep breath, but he shook his head and broke our gaze. He looked down, and scratched out the words he had written.

His anger only made him more attractive. He looked so damned sexy and hypnotic to watch.
  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. In fact, at that point, I would have rather had my eyes gouged out with a screwdriver than look anywhere else voluntarily.

I cleared my throat, for no other reason than the effect of him had given me a lump in my throat, and he looked up again. He seemed to stare directly into my eyes.
 I felt my cheeks flush as I saw the full effect of just how seriously hot this guy was.

My reaction to him was like nothing I’d ever experienced, and he hadn’t even spoken to me. He oozed sex appeal in a rock
star kind of way. I’d seen guys like him before, full of charm and seriously hot, and could only imagine his lap getting plenty of bottoms volunteering to sit on it. 

This extremely handsome
 man in front of me was the kind of guy that women lost all self-control over. Previously, I would have given a guy like him a wide berth, but in this case, I could definitely re-evaluate my boundaries.

He dropped
 backwards, and lay flat on his back on the grass. He stretched out, splaying his hands high above his head on the grass, and I fought the urge to get up from where I was sitting to cover his body with mine.

He still didn’t engage with me, and I began to feel uncomfortable sitting there watching him, especially when he’d stopped playing.

I was almost tempted to move away, but the sight of him lying there in his faded jeans that were hugging the contours of his muscular legs made it impossible for me to drag myself away. So I sat in silence instead, taking in the sight of him.

He was wearing a black Fender
t-shirt which clung to his chest. It was tight fitting and had risen up as he stretched out. He was exposing his abdomen, showing just enough for me see the bottom contours of his abs and a lean muscular body.

There was also a hard ridge of V shaped muscles disappearing into the hips of his low
-rise waistband. As his arms rose up, he laced his fingers and flexed his palms outwards. His movement flexed his hips upward as well. I could almost feel what he felt in his bones.

That
 stretch was one I did regularly, when I’ve played a long set and my fingers were cramped after working over the neck of my guitar.

The movement of his hips flexing caught my eye and drew my attention down
. It was so sexy, and I felt a moist spot between my legs. My eyes flicked up as he brought his arms forward and down the front of his body, and I followed them again until I realized I was now staring at the bulge in his pants where they had landed.

This was my second glance there
, and I couldn’t miss the bulge in his groin. I stared and wondered if his cock was comfortable in the ridiculously tight jeans. I was curious then, how the hell he’d tucked his package in there in the first place. I blushed like crazy again, when I realized what I was thinking.

He rose
up onto his elbow on one side, and he seemed to have caught me watching him. 
Fuck!
  I smiled and realized that this could be mistaken for me smiling at what I’d been looking at. The situation was getting worse by the minute.

I looked up and shuddered at my thought processes about him, and his eyes met mine. He was looking at me as if he’d only just registered my presence, and it was as if he was checking me out.

His eyes raked up slowly from my feet to my face. When he was done, he raised an eyebrow at me, and gave me a lopsided grin. I thought then he knew what I’d been thinking, and I felt myself flush again.

“Hey,”
 he cooed, his voice was like soft velvet, chocolate, and fluffy clouds all rolling off of his tongue. A low, mellow tone, tinted with a little humour, and it definitely turned me on.

His gorgeous mouth spread slowly to reveal a wide, lazy, sensual smile and his amazing hazel eyes, which were currently more green than brown, sparkled
 mischievously at me.

I knew I was damned when I saw a faint little dimple in his left cheek. “Alfie!” he said, and swept his index finger up and down the length of him.

“Are you majoring in music?” I nodded and blushed again.

“Lily
,” I replied and boldly pointed my finger at myself, but I didn’t feel it had the same effect on him as he had on me with that.

His eyes squinted against the sun as he looked at me and grinned. He kissed his fingers and threw them out there like he approved of me. “Well, hi, Lily, what a beautiful lady, would you like to come over and sit by me?” He threw his hand out and moved it in front of him.

I knew I should’ve said no and made an excuse to move on, but instead, I smiled bashfully and moved closer, doing what he asked me.

“That sounded interesting
, how’s it coming along?” I said as I plopped myself down opposite him.  He gestured for me to move alongside him, so I did.

My skin tingled and my breathing sped up and became shallow as I struggled to keep calm. I was aware that the pulse in my neck was throbbing faster than ever. I moved myself around and lean
ed back against a tree.

His arm brushed mine unintentionally as he moved closer
, and I felt my skin react with a rash of goose bumps. He looked at his arm where it touched mine, then back to my face. “You’re not from these parts?” he asked, turning to face me.

“No, London
,” I replied.

He smiled
 and softly groaned, placing his hand over his chest and stroked down to his belly. “Oh, your accent turns me on. You are going to have to be careful around me, Lily,” he teased, winking unashamedly at me.

My mouth dropped open
, and I blushed scarlet again. I wished he hadn’t said that because I knew how much he was affecting me already. “Are all the men this forward here?”

He grinned deviously
 at me, his one dimple showing. “Only when hot little chics speak in an English accent to us.” I giggled and found myself flirting back.

“Well, you know, the hot American male voice has its moments
 for us too.” I blushed again, belying my confidence.

“Good to know.”
He grinned, wiggling his brows at me. “You want to cut to the chase and go fuck me then?” His words shocked me, I was stunned, freaking out inside by his boldness, but I giggled and pretended it didn’t shock me. He was too forward and too easy to flirt with.

I needed to change the subject as I was feeling pretty uncomfortable and knew I was out of my depth. “Ok
ay, enough of the chitchat, back to business.” I pointed at his notebook and tried to divert his attention. Alfie grinned again.

“
Kinky business?” he teased and dug his elbow gently into my ribs. I rolled my eyes and laughed, but blushed again.

I knew instantly, Alfie could cause me a
 lot 
of trouble. He was so charming and sexy. I resisted the impulse I had to lean in and kiss him. “Are you open to suggestions?” I said, trying hard to take his mind anywhere but on me.

“Always, are you?” he asked playfully, his twinkling eyes held my gaze as he grinned wickedly at me again.

“I’m thinking about your song.” I pretended to be curt with him. “I have a line that I think could be a good fit with what you are singing about.” I was a little hesitant after I said it. “Oh? Great. Well, give it up, then we can go somewhere quiet, and I can have some great sex with your perfect little body.”

I fought my embarrassment. I was determined to hold his gaze as he continued, “I have a good few fantasies already forming. I might need to act those out with you!”

I blushed yet again but tried to appear nonchalant.

“What makes you think I’d sleep with you?” I asked him playfully.

“Sweetheart, you definitely wouldn’t sleep with me!” he stated. “Exhausted yes, sleep… nope, I’d keep you awake fucking you senseless.” He smirked and winked at me.

My heart stopped and stuttered, before it kicked back in, much faster than it was beating before. I was taken aback by his statement. It made me feel like jumping his bones to see if
his actions were as true as his words made him sound. For all his corny lines, I had never been as turned on as I was in that moment.

“Music is the sound of feelings
, and she listened to what he felt.” He looked confused. I thought his mind had shifted as he looked kind of distracted at me.

“Huh?”
he murmured, staring into space. He shook his head to look at me again. 

“The song
,” I stated, smiling.

He continued to stare at me
. “The song?”

I felt
 as if I was being stripped bare by his eyes, and I was suddenly self-conscious of the attention he was giving me. I covered my body awkwardly with my arm.

“It’s my
 suggestion for your song lyric. Music is the sound of feelings, and she listened to what he felt,” I repeated.

Alfie broke his gaze from me and looked around him. “
Well, shit! Where did that come from?” He looked surprised.

“Anon,”
I replied. 

“A music quotation?”
He seemed to be singing it to himself in his head and then his face broke into a wide grin. “Smart 
and 
sexy, 
very
 nice!” he flirted.

“Well the first part, ‘music is the sound of feelings,’ I added the rest, but yup, a quotation.” I nodded and made a mock curtsey with my pants.

“How did you come up with that?” He looked at me with surprise and seemed impressed. I smiled slowly and bit my bottom lip.

What he
didn’t know was that I had a tattoo that circled my upper thigh, in small script writing, that said just that. What I said aloud was, “Well, maybe if you’re persistent with your flirting you’ll find out one day.”

He clapped his hands together in front of him. “Good enough for me.” He
laughed, then rubbed them together. “Now you have me intrigued.” He scratched the slight stubble on his chin.

His eyes raked sensually over me again, and he drew in a sharp breath. “Okay, Lily, now about that sex you promised me…” He poked me in my belly and pulled me up onto my feet.

Before I knew it, he’d picked up both of our guitar cases, grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me down a grassy hill behind the campus buildings to some long grass. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to seduce you or anything crazy… yet.”He cocked his head and smiled, making me shiver.

I shouted breathlessly for him to stop or at least slow down.
  My voice sounded shaky, and my feet were hitting the uneven ground hard. He pulled me along faster than my legs wanted to go.

“So what are you doing then?”
 

He shrugged, twisted his lips at me
, and said, “I just wanted somewhere I could have you to myself to talk. I don’t want to be interrupted.”

When we stopped, he flopped down on the ground, flat on his back again, but this time be
nt his knees so that they were raised in the air with his black cowboy boots flat on the ground.

His belly and chest rose and fell
 rapidly from the exertion of running. I was excited at his impulsiveness, but kind of disappointed he had made no move on me. He just smiled, panting breathlessly up at me from his position on the grass.

I teased him playfully, and raised my brow. “No long grass lovemaking then?” He lifted his hand to block the sun from his eyes and looked at me.

Pursing his lips in thought, he nodded. “Some men do that I’ve heard, but I won’t make love to you Lily. I 
will
 thoroughly fuck you though. With your permission, of course, and maybe we’ll get a little kinky.” He wiggled his brows at me and gave me that panty-melting smile again.

“I don’t do that
slow, tender shit, Lily. It’s overrated. Besides, I have other charms that will make sure you are well taken care of and sexually satisfied.

“
By the way, has anyone ever told you how fucking gorgeous you are? I’m fighting a losing battle here, but I’ll try hard to keep my hands to myself…for now.” He smirked.

I
 had never had anyone speak to me that way before, and I fought hard not to allow any outward reaction in me that would let him see the effect he was having on me.

I ignored the last comment, and preferred to continue to flirt with him. “Damn, Alfie, you really know how to make a girl feel special don’t you?” I giggled at him lightheartedly, hoping I sounded convincing.

He stopped smiling and gave me an intense stare, before he sucked in a deep breath again, then said animatedly, “You want to feel special? Then I guess I’m not your man… but, if you want to have special feelings, then I can most certainly do this for you. ‘Friends with benefits,’ if you will.”

I
 was mortified at his suggestion. I fought to hide my feelings again, and kept my face controlled and my breathing calm. My heart thumped faster.