Hindrance (13 page)
“You gave your body to him!” He started to pull out of my arms as I gripped him closer.
“I’m sorry. I love you, Devin.” His eyes swam as he gripped my throat, smearing his thumb over my lips.
“What the fuck did I do to us, Nina?”
“You tried to save me …
again
and I made it hard …
again,
but I am asking you not to stop, Devin. This time I’ll let you. I need you to save me. I need you to help me remember who I am.”
“Did you love him? Do you?”
“No.” And it was the truth. I’d never let myself fall for Aiden. It had
always
been Devin, and it always would be.
He took my mouth in a passion filled kiss and kept us connected, laying me down on the bed. I writhed under him as he moved over me, positioning his cock at my entrance. I moaned as I traced his chiseled chest, admiring the lines and curves of him. He hovered above me, not trusting himself with his anger still raw.
“Do it,” I begged. With one thrust of his long, thick cock, I was at his mercy. It was time for punishment, and with Devin I would take anything he dished out.
“Fuck … fuck, why, Nina?!” he pushed out, his voice twisted in agony, thrusting into me harder and harder. I could see the emotions fighting in him. Anger, hurt, love, lust, all played a part as he tore into me, punishing me, loving me, forgiving me.
He gripped my neck, forcing me to face his wrath and his angry fucking. I let go, bursting at the seams and reaching for him. Gripping my hips, he slammed our bodies together and my orgasm escalated as I screamed his name. It lasted forever and I felt like I would never come down. Devin turned me on my side and joined me on the bed from behind, lifting my leg and pushing into me again, massaging my clit. I reached my arms back, grabbing onto his head and pulling him closer as his thick, hard cock pulsed and filled me to the brink. I would never get close enough. He kept his lips on me, kissing me furiously as he fucked me slowly, his arm circled around me, pulling me tightly to him.
“Feel that cock, Nina. It’s yours, you own it, and I own the pussy that’s holding it.”
“Yes,” I murmured as I tilted my head up to kiss him. He darted his tongue out and I met it with mine as they entwined and danced, his cock twitching, his release coming fast.
“I need all of you,” he said, pulling out and rubbing my back entrance.
“Please, Devin.”
His finger plunged into my soaked core, pulling out an orgasm as he slipped inside, filling my ass with his girth.
“What am I doing, Nina?”
“Taking what’s yours,” I said heatedly.
He quickened, his hand still teasing my clit. “I need to possess it all. All of you.”
“It’s all yours.” He came hard at my words, a loud rumbling moan escaping his chest as he continued moving through it. I took his release as my body shuddered. He pulled away from me long enough to turn out the light then returned, wrapping himself around me. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke first, “Fuck, I thought I’d lost you.”
“I thought I’d lost me, too.”
I woke up to the sway of the boat, knowing we were well on our way. I joined him on deck and his smile was devastating and welcomed. He pulled me into his arms as I looked around us. There was nothing but sea.
“How far off the coast are we?” I asked as he rubbed my nipples through my thin shirt with his thumbs, completely uninterested in my question.
“A few miles. We will stay close.”
I looked at the brightening horizon, excited about our trip, and for the first time, our future. I turned to Devin, who gave me an inquisitive look. “What?”
“Are you ready for your present?”
“Sure?” He lifted the question as he looked at my t-shirt and shorts, noticing I had nothing on me.
My gift didn’t have a damn thing to do with any material possession. It had nothing to do with the past or our history. It was no sentimental trinket that represented our time together. It had nothing to do with wealth or lack thereof. It was a simple thing, really. Just an honest reminder that no matter what the hell you’ve done, there is always a chance to make things right as long as you have breath in your lungs. My present to Devin was a new chance for us to start over, to live in the now without the burdens or guilt from what we’d done. I was sure he would declare me crazy when I announced my gift was “Monday.”
TAYLOR
Those eyes … those fucking dark eyes were the reason for my trip, but if it didn’t pan out this time and I didn’t get his attention, I was giving up.
Look at you, Taylor Ellison, obsessing over a man.
And I should be ashamed. I’d done everything in my power to get his attention without being too obvious. When Violet had introduced me to The Rabbit Hole, I’d been excited about the prospect of having my own Rhys. I’d been working my ass off for so long I’d almost lost sight of having a life completely. I needed more than an impressive bank account and a fast car. Though I’d reached my goal, I knew I needed more to be satisfied. Months of worthless visits to The Rabbit Hole had turned my excitement into dread. I had frequented it in hopes of finding a man to suit my sexual taste. Nothing too crazy, but just to be sated would be enough for now. I’d fucked a few too many that led to dead ends.
I’d all but given up, until I saw him.
He was there each time I went, often alone at a table, sipping his drink, sometimes with friends. I’d seen him come and go but never take on a member of the club. While there, he’d never visited the private rooms. The first time we made eye contact, I saw the recognition in his. There was a spark, an amount of heat.
Something
was there.
Maybe I was obsessing out of boredom. I closed my eyes tight in frustration as I sat in my car, looking at the double doors.
This was it. If it didn’t happen, you might have to find a date the old fashioned way.
But that was part of the problem. I didn’t date. I wasn’t good at the getting to know you aspect of the evening. I liked the fucking portion and had always preferred to get to that. I very much had the dating mentality of a twenty-one year old man; casual sex and nothing serious, no attachments, that sort of thing. I wasn’t against those in love and actually saw myself going down that road a time or two. I’d been hurt by a man I had affection for, and I was sure I would eventually try that again with the right man. But now I was just restless. I needed a partner who understood my needs, my body. I’d been settling for far too long.
In my most figure revealing dress, I walked into The Hole and was greeted by Tara, a nice enough bartender who had often tried to strike up a conversation with me. It was obvious she swung both ways, which was fine, but not for me. I had serious issues when it came to women. I couldn’t stand ninety-nine percent of them. I guess you could say I was a tad bit of a misogynist. I preferred, and have always preferred, the company of men, whether as friends or fuck buddies.
It had a lot to do with my mentality. I don’t find the conversations interesting or the unnecessary drama appealing. I didn’t talk feelings, or revel in a good pair of shoes. I’d tried, really I had, but women weren’t especially receptive to my brand of honesty, the kind that isn’t sugarcoated and saves time.
The only woman I had let even remotely close to knowing me was Nina. She was the exact type of woman I most loathed when I met her. Pretentious, all about appearance and image, and she had a unnatural fascination with shoes. I never saw us becoming close, but since everything went down, and because she had been so genuinely good to me, I had let her in a little. She had changed so drastically in the two years I’d known her. Sitting at the bar now with a crisp chardonnay, I couldn’t help but be happy for her, if not a little envious.
He wasn’t here.
He’d always taken the table in the corner behind the frosted glass. The first time I’d seen him, I’d rapidly drank him in. He was tall, his inky long hair was ear length and cradled his ridiculously beautiful face. He had naturally dark skin. I guessed him to be of Spanish descent. His attire was impeccable. He was always in a double-breasted suit. His pleasure at the club seemed to be to sit back and observe.
I pushed out a disappointed breath as I sipped my wine. It was time to let Mr. Mysterious go. The last time I’d seen him we’d locked eyes for several minutes, neither of us turning away until he was approached by a beautiful brunette that left his table shortly after she stopped. I refused to believe he was gay. I couldn’t see it, couldn’t fathom it. Not
this
man.
This is boredom. Go home and watch a
CSI
marathon.
As soon as I’d convinced myself to leave, he appeared at my side on a barstool, and I smirked into my wine as he spoke.
“I think it’s time we introduce ourselves.”
Definitely Spanish.
******
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