Her Last Love Affair (10 page)

Scraping his chair backwards on the tiled floor, Reece shot
to his feet. Allie had half-expected him to just turn around and march out of
the door, but he rounded the table and crouched beside her. Placing one hand on
her leg and the other curled around her chin, he turned her to face him.
“Allie, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she sniffed, trying to remove her face from her
grasp.

Reece refused to let go. “I know you’re lying to me,” he
responded flatly. “Look, whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I can’t,” she sobbed, the dam breaking and tears flowing
with abandon.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted firmly. “Are you pregnant? Did
you kill someone? Are you on drugs? Is your husband coming home any minute?”

No longer able to form intelligible words, Allie made
abortive attempts to answer. However, to Reece a reply wasn’t necessary at that
moment. Shuffling onto his knees, he placed his arms around her waist and
pulled her towards him. Allie moved without any fight, her arms quickly
clamping around his neck and embracing him furiously, as she continued to sob
into his neck. For several minutes, they clung to one another like that, Reece
gently rocking her and whispering nonsense words of comfort.

Eventually, still weeping heavily, Allie began to press her
lips to Reece’s neck and the top of his collarbone, which was visible in his
T-shirt. As she continued to nibble, and lick at his skin, her sobs softened.

“Allie,” he nudged, rubbing his hand reassuringly over the
small of her back. “It’s okay.”

Her lips moved up the side of his neck, sucking on the thin
layer of flesh. “I need you,” she gasped breathlessly, starting a trail up his
chin.

“Allie,” he breathed, torn between his desire to comfort her
and the need to finish their conversation. “Maybe we should…”

“Please Reece,” she begged her mouth teasing at the corners
of his lips.

His tongue reflexively ran along his bottom lip and tasted
her salty tears. Slowly, he released his tight hold of her waist and lifted his
hands to her face. Cradling her head in both of his large hands, he drew his
thumbs under her eyes, wiping away most of the tears that had spilled there.
“Whatever it is,” he said softly. “We can get through it together.”

Almost imperceptible, Allie shook her head.

“So, this is it?” he asked. The question was spoken quietly
and without accusation.

“I’m so sorry,” she whimpered.

Reece inhaled a jagged breath. “What do you want from me
now? One last fuck?” He was hurt, that much was evident and Allie didn’t blame
him for that. And that had, after all, been the original plan. Except it wasn’t
‘fucking’.

“It was never just sex,” she stated calmly, fresh tears
stinging at the backs of her eyes.

Reece’s fingers slowly slipped from her face. “I’m not so
sure any more,” he shook his head, as he rose to his feet. “I mean, if you
can’t talk to me…If you don’t trust me,” he added. “Then, what the hell has
this all been about?”

Leaping to her feet, Allie grasped his forearm, sensing that
he was about to make a move for the door. “It’s not about trust,” she
countered. “You know I trust you.”

“Then why can’t you tell me?” he yelled in frustration.

“It’s not that simple,” she screamed back.

“Why not?” Reece snapped.

“Because I think I’m falling in love with you,” she
returned, the words flowing before she had time to think about the
consequences, let alone stop them.

Residual anger caused Reece’s chest to rise and fall in
jerky heaves, as he gradually processed her blurted admission. It was said too
quickly to have been a ploy, it was too nonsensical in regard to the things
she’d been saying just moments before to have been a lie. In fact, he could see
the panicked look on her face, which told him she wished she could take the
profession back.

Allie waited anxiously for his response, her heart pounding
violently against her ribcage.

Unhurriedly, he opened his mouth. “Why does that make things
harder?” he asked calmly.

Shaking her head, Allie avoided his eyes. “I can’t explain,”
she said.

For the first time in the few weeks they’d been seeing each
other, Reece began to sense that she did indeed want to tell him whatever it
was she was keeping hidden. Her eyes were pleading him to understand, her face
hopeful that he wouldn’t just call her a ‘bitch’ and walk out of her life. He
wanted to reassure her that his feelings hadn’t changed. And yet, words seemed
cheap, ineffectual.

Giving in to a drive that had compelled him from the very
moment he met her, Reece quickly closed the three steps between them. Wrapping
his arms round her, he covered her mouth with his own, while pushing her
backwards.

Caught completely off guard, Allie stumbled backwards, her
butt meeting the edge of her kitchen table.

As Reece clasped and unclasped his lips wetly over Allie’s,
he reached behind her and blindly swept his hand from left to right. There came
a cacophony of noise as silverware hit the floor, plates and glasses smashed
and the heavy half-full bottle shattered, splashing Reece’s blue jeans with red
wine.

Placing his hands on her hips, he lifted her with ease, onto
the small surface of the table. Placing himself between her legs, Reece gripped
the front of Allie’s casual button-down shirt and ripped it open.

Everything was happening so fast that she couldn’t preempt
his next move. However, Allie shrugged out of the torn shirt, trying
desperately to keep her mouth connected to his.

Reece’s hands traveled to her waist, where he found the top
of her black pants. With deft fingers, he unfastened a small button at the top
of the pants, before pulling down a delicate little zipper. Allie could feel
him tugging at the black fabric of her panties, she lifted one cheek off the
table and then the other, helping him slide the clothing down her legs.

“I want you,” Reece muttered, forced to remove his lips from
Allie’s, while he pulled the clothes down to her ankles. Once there, he
abandoned them in his hurry to unfasten his own pants. The black leather belt
and fly was quickly opened and, with the help of Allie’s hands, the jeans and
his boxers were shoved off his hips. Gravity helped them down his thighs and
his impressive erection sprang free.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Allie gabbled, placing her hands on his
shoulders to prevent him closing the space between them. Her hands trembling
violently, she clumsily grasped his shirt and tugged it over his head.

Realizing what she wanted, Reece took over, sliding the
shirt off with ease and tossing it into the pool of clothes at his feet.
“Okay,” he asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” she panted in reply, spreading her thighs as wide as
she could in welcome.

Reece was desperate to be inside her, but he hesitated. An
annoying part of him, felt compelled to ask whether he was doing the right
thing. Brushing it aside, he realized it probably didn’t matter anyway. After
this, he and Allie may never see each other again. So, he wanted to make sure
he made the most of every second he had left with her.

Wrapping the fingers of his right hand around his shaft, he
shuffled forwards, until the tip was nestled against Allie’s sex. “I’m sorry I
yelled at you,” he breathlessly said, holding himself completely still.

 Allie was blindsided by the apology, and had been staring
down at where their bodies were about to become one. “That’s okay,” she quickly
dismissed.

“No, it’s not okay,” he insisted. “I shouldn’t have lost my
temper.”

“It’s all right,” she repeated. “You have every right to be
angry with me.”

“I’m not so sure,” he said, his hands delicately tracing the
cup of her lacy black bra. “Maybe you’ve been more honest with me than I’ve
been with you.”

“Reece,” she whimpered impatiently, as she was teased by the
tip of his manhood just dipping into her entrance. She lifted both arms,
wrapping her hands around his neck and gripping her own wrist at the back of
his head.

Gently, Reece pushed his hips forward, feeling the familiar
way her tight warmth stretched and lengthened to greet him. Allie breathed
deeply, as he smoothly slid deeper, a cry of ecstasy escaping her trembling
lips when he finally filled her and she felt a small explosion of pleasure.

“Oh, God, Allie,” Reece moaned, experiencing the rapid
clamping of her muscles. He tried to edge deeper still, but it was no use, he
was already buried to the hilt in her softness. “I could stay like this
forever,” he whispered, his cheek next to hers. “I love the feel of you.” There
was a moment of silence, in which he made a decision. She had been more honest
than he, and it was time to rectify that. “I love you, Allie.”

Her Last Love Affair

E
verything had happened so quickly. Allie wasn’t
sure how they’d ended up on the bed. By then, they were both completely naked.
Reece sat cross-legged and she was sitting on his lap, with her legs wrapped
around him. As Allie slowly undulated on top of him, they held each other
tightly.

Reece’s face, sticky with sweat, was pressed against her
chest. The palms of both hands spread wide on her upper back, helping her
remain upright and simultaneously pulling her closer to him.

Allie’s hands were on Reece’s shoulders, although the slick
perspiration kept causing her fingers to slip. She tried to use him as
leverage, lifting her body in short rhythmic bounces.

She did realize that somehow they’d achieved a moment of
calm. Things were suddenly much less frenetic than they had been in the
kitchen. There, after Reece had made his declaration of love, he’d begun to
thrust with powerful strokes that tipped the table back on two legs. Over and
over again, he’d pounded hard and fast. Until that moment, Allie had thought
she’d seen every color in the spectrum of Reece’s lovemaking, from quick and
passionate to slow and tender. Suddenly, however, there’d been a different
quality. As the spiraling sensations caused Allie’s limbs to give out and she’d
lain back on the table, she was aware that the desperation in Reece was not a drive
for her, but a drive to show her something.

She didn’t have time to work out what that something was,
because no sooner had they orgamsed together in an abrupt eruption of masculine
groans and feminine screams, than Reece swept her from the messy table and
carried her to the bedroom.

Here, although their movements were more relaxed, there was
that same sense of desperation, as they clung fiercely to one another. With the
less intense experience of leisurely rocking against Reece, Allie’s brain was
able to ponder what was happening between them. Had Reece’s energetic
performance in the kitchen been his attempt to show her what she’d be missing
if she stopped seeing him. Maybe. But he needn’t have bothered. Long before
then, she’d realized what she was about to give up.

Had he been making sure that the last time was memorable?
Perhaps. But then why had he told her he loved her?

“Allie,” he suddenly grunted, his lips just beneath her
collarbone.

“Yeah?” she hummed absentmindedly, as she once more rolled
her hips and ground her clitoris against the hard bone beneath his neat thatch
of coarse hair.

“God,” he blurted, jerking upwards. “I…” he breathed. “I
don’t want this to be the last time.”

Her hands instantly slipped over his shoulders and around
his back, tugging him nearer. “I don’t want it to be, either,” she whispered,
tearfully. Her thighs no longer strong enough to lift her, she became still
except for a slight movement of her hips as she rubbed her mound against him.

Slackening his own grip on her, Reece shifted back slightly,
so he could look up at her face. “But it has to be?” he asked solemnly.

Allie silently pleaded with him not to make her answer, but
he continued to look at her expectantly. “Yes,” she eventually responded her
voice soft and on the verge of cracking.

Reece’s eyes dropped to Allie’s shoulder. Then, with a sigh
of defeat he flopped back onto the bed.

Allie went with him, her legs still straddling his and her
upper body pressed against his hard chest. Her arms however, unraveled from
around him, her palms landing on the mattress either side of his shoulders.

Reece continued to hold his loose grasp of her and his right
hand rubbed soothingly over her shoulder blades. “Can I ask you something?” he
softly wondered.

His thick, hard manhood still tightly tucked inside her,
Allie found it strange that the mood had shifted so profoundly. However, like
him, she suddenly had no interest in finding the momentary release of an
orgasm. It seemed much more important to savor the feeling of closeness, to
commit it to memory, so she’d be able to recall it whenever she needed him.
“Yes,” she replied, settling her head on his chest and placing her ear to the
strong, reliable beat of his heart.

“Will there ever come a time when you can tell me? Or am I always
going to wonder what the hell happened between you and me?”

Allie closed her eyes, listening to the soft rumble of his
words as they reverberated in his chest. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly.
It was something she hadn’t even thought about. Would he one day read her
obituary and realize what had been going on? “One day,” she sighed. “You might
understand.”

He made a small humming noise, as though he accepted, but
wasn’t entirely satisfied with the answer.

Allie was blindsided by the image of Reece opening the paper
or browsing the Chronicle’s website only to find that she was dead. Knowing him
as she did, she realized he would not only be distressed, but he’d feel
betrayed. Would the time they’d shared over the past two weeks be tainted?
There was no question in her mind that, to him, it would be. Not only that, she
sensed he’d be angry with himself for not putting the signs together. She could
visualize the deep hurt, rage and frustration in his eyes and it caused her
physical pain. How could she do that to him? The only man, with the exception
of her father, who had ever really meant anything to her, and she was going to
hurt him more deeply than any human being whose life she’d ever touched.