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“Lily Everett, how good to see you!” the man sitting at a
desk said.

“Hi, Jacko.” She motioned to me. “This is my friend, Nico.
Nico, this is Jacko. He owns this gallery.”

We shook hands and exchanged introductory remarks. Then
Jacko said, “Have you seen Lily’s photos? I have a few here.”

He pointed to a section of black-and-white, framed
photographs on the wall. A number of them were landscapes of the Cape Ann area.
I recognized the coastline shots of Rockport, Gloucester,
Manchester-by-the-Sea, as well as landmarks like the eccentric Hammond Castle.
Then there were shots of the peculiarities of Salem—the touristy witch
attractions, portraits of witches and psychics, and the costumed Halloween
revelers. They didn’t look like the locations themselves, which I’d seen dozens
of times. Somehow she captured them so they looked darker, sort of Gothic.

“You took these?”

She looked down when she nodded.

“They’re really good.”

Jacko said, “There are more over here.”

I followed him to see more black-and-white photos, this time
of forests and waterfalls.

“Where were these taken?”

She shrugged. “White Mountains, I believe.”

“I really like your style.”

She took my hand. “Thanks.” Then she said bye to Jacko and
we left the gallery.

We didn’t speak as we walked along the water. I was lost in
my thoughts as I gazed out to the ocean. A few snowflakes made their way down
from the darkening skies and Lily stuck her tongue out to capture one.

“I love the snow when it’s like this,” she said. “It’s when
it sticks to the ground that I start to have a problem with it.”

She laughed in a girlish way and my body reacted
automatically, tingling with erotic images of being with Lily. My hands
undressing her, running down her smooth skin. Kissing different parts of her
body. Hearing her sigh in contentment. The moment when I’d first enter
her—she’d clutch me tight and gasp.

My mind put a damper on the fantasy. Because I knew my
attraction to her was far more than just wanting to sleep with her. Apparently
that was a road she didn’t want to go down.

Or she didn’t want to go down that road with me.

Why was I being stupid and brooding about a loss I never
had?

“Nico, are you okay?”

“Yes,” I replied automatically, still looking out onto the
Atlantic. The first flakes of snow turned this charming scene into one even
more magical, but despite the picturesque image, my mood darkened.

She put her hand on my cheek to turn me to face her. When I
looked into her eyes, I saw what I had perceived as a cinnamon-brown actually
reflected more gold in the sunlight. Had they always been that color and I just
didn’t notice them without the sunlight on them? Or had they changed? Golden
eyes. Her eyelids dropped and appeared more catlike and exotic as she stepped
up on her tiptoes to lean in closer to me. I pushed away the pangs of loss as
an image of her face burned into my memory, the high cheekbones, the soft skin.

The ocean breeze blew softly, rustling her wavy hair, which
now glimmered with specs of snow. I pushed a lock back behind her ear, noticing
how the sun captured highlights in her chestnut-brown hair.
Gold in her
eyes, gold in her hair.
The writer in me made a mental note to keep that
for a song.

The man in me focused on her full lips. Lips that I wanted
to kiss from that first night I saw her at Vamps. When I wanted to pull her
close and take her smart mouth. Then spank her for being such a naughty girl.

Her pale-pink glossy lips parted more as she leaned toward
me. Not being a fool, I seized the moment. Bending down to reach her, I pressed
my lips softly against hers. Blood rushed straight into my cock, desire coursed
through my body. She kissed me, deepening the kiss, threatening to overwhelm me
with an erotic urge to take her right there. I kissed her deeper, my tongue
penetrating between those delicious lips. My hands ran down her lower back and
cupped her full ass, pulling her even closer.

I lost track of time as we explored each other with lips and
hands. She smelled like flowers, either from her hair or perfume, I didn’t know
which. I didn’t know much about flowers, but I’d guess it was roses. The
falling snow was welcome to cool my body, which was in danger of overheating
with the tension of wanting more of her. She was simply a divine creature.
Kissing her was unlike kissing any woman before; she lost herself completely in
the kiss. No insecurities at all.

When she pulled away, I already felt pain on leaving those
soft lips and letting go of those curves.

But when she said, “Nico, take me home with you,” I couldn’t
get us out of there quickly enough.

How we made it back to my condo without having an accident
was a miracle—we barely kept our hands off each other on the drive there. Not
to mention the roads were slippery from the snow that was starting to stick.
She kissed my neck while she ran her hand down my legs, cupping my cock and
then rubbing it until I was ready to burst out of my jeans.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to pull over to the side
of the road and take you right here in front of anyone driving by.”

“Ooh, an exhibitionist,” she cooed. She leaned in to nibble
my earlobe and whispered, “I think I’d like that.”

I looked to make sure no cars were close and then pulled
over to the side of the road so fast we left skid marks behind us. The snow
clinging to the trees and Victorian homes around us lent a magical winter in
New England element.

I pushed my seat all the way back and dove on top of her,
kissing her lips, her neck, running my hands up under her dress. When I touched
her there, her panties were already wet. She arched her back, which I took as
an invitation to pull them down. As I moved them off her hips, she lifted her
ass up to help me. The scent of her arousal almost did me in. I ripped her
panties off her legs in frustration, almost thwarted when I tried to get them
off over the boots, and threw them to the floor. Then I ran my fingers over her
sweet, warm sex, sliding a finger inside.

God, she felt good. So warm, so wet. I couldn’t wait to get
in there. Taste her. Love her in every way possible.

Then she said, “No. We can’t do it here.” She pushed herself
back upright in her seat and adjusted her dress. “Too many people are driving
by. Peering in to see if we’re okay. I want to, but we can’t.”

Regroup, regroup.

“I know. You’re right. Besides, I can do so much more to you
not confined to the front seat of a car.”

The look she gave me shot another thrill straight to my
overexcited cock as she chewed her bottom lip. Her lipstick had rubbed off from
our extended kissing spree, but seeing her lips now puffy and full was even
hotter than when they were painted pink.

“I hope you live close,” she said. “Because I’m almost at
the point where I don’t care who sees you fucking me on the hood of the car.”

I adjusted my cock before I readjusted my seat and drove.
“Not too far,” I said while thinking,
Not close enough.

Her fingers danced over my thighs near my cock as I drove
and focused on not exploding inside my pants. Reluctantly I removed her hand
off my leg.

“I’m going to crash if you keep doing that.” Then I placed
her hand between her legs and coaxed her to move it up under her skirt. “Lift
your skirt so I can see you.”

She pulled up the hem and I caught a flash of her glistening
flesh. Good God, I almost ran off the road. Luckily the streets were rather
quiet.

I don’t know what came over me, but I said, “Now touch
yourself.”

She was going to say no. Most women wouldn’t dare do that
with someone they’d been with forever, let alone their first time together.
When I looked up at her face, she was watching me as if contemplating my
request. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her fingers move. Pink
manicured nails on long slender fingers moving over her lips. Slowly. Hesitant
at first.

Good God! Was she that uninhibited she could touch herself
in the light of day in front of a man she didn’t know well? I grew even harder
if that was possible at this point. It was so hard to drive and not be
entranced by her. I glanced up at her quickly and she was still watching me
with those golden eyes.

Road, road. Focus. You’re driving.

Why couldn’t my eyes move independently of each other? One
for the road, the other for her.

She spread her lips with two fingers and massaged herself,
moaning slightly. Watching me to ensure I saw the view, she inserted a finger
and leaned her head back on the seat. Those golden eyes watching my excitement.

We were so close to my house now. Bloody red light. Hurry
up. The only good thing about it was that I could watch her without worrying
about running off the road.

The horn of a driver behind us let me know that the light
had turned green. She laughed as I bolted through the intersection, knocking
her forward slightly and then back again.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” she said.

“I’ve never been in more of a hurry in my life.”

I barely remember parking the car, but I do remember the kissing,
touching, stumbling as we maneuvered into my condo. I pulled the dress up over
her head as we danced through the living room. By the time we were in my
bedroom, my clothes were off, save for my boxers. I unfastened her bra as we
fell onto the bed and she yanked my boxers down.

“Hold on. We need a condom,” she said. “I have a few in my
purse.”

“You had the whole night planned, didn’t you? Seduce me. And
then leave.”

She smiled as she sat up and looked around for her purse.
“Guilty. Seduction was part of the plan.”

“Don’t move. I should have one here.” I fumbled through my
nightstand looking for one.

Bingo. It was difficult to put the condom on as she wrapped
her hands around my back, pulling me closer.

“One sec,” I said, although I wanted to be inside her as
much as she wanted me. “Okay, got it.”

“Thank God,” she said. “I can’t wait another second. Fuck me
now.” She pulled me back down on top of her.

When the head of my cock was warmed by the wetness of her
pussy, a low rumble escaped from my throat. I buried my face into her hair,
where I caught a faint scent of cinnamon and some other herbs. Then I eased in
as slowly as possible to revel in the sensation of her tightening around me.
When I pulled back, I saw her lips parted halfway and I couldn’t resist kissing
them. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me even tighter to her as our
frantic dance began, bodies melding into each other.

She unwrapped her legs and pressed up against me as our pace
quickened. Small sighs escaped her.

“Oh yes, Nico. That feels perfect. Right there.”

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I drove into her,
impaling her until she screamed out, digging her nails into my back. The
tighter she pulled me in, the harder I pumped. Her muscles flexed around me. I
could barely breathe through her clinging grip, as she frantically grabbed me
and screamed out in ecstasy. As her fluids spread warmth over me, she sent me
over the edge with her.

“Oh God, Lily. Yes,” I breathed as I spilled inside her and
buried my head into her soft, inviting hair, collapsing next to her.

Lily

Nico pulled me into his arms as we recovered. I traced a
figure eight over his chest while my breathing slowed.

“You’re a phenomenal lover,” I said once my racing heartbeat
calmed. “Even better than I imagined.”

“I had many naughty fantasies about you since we met,” he
said, although still breathing heavily. “But your performance in the car blew
all of them away. Something I never want to forget.”

I smiled at the memory. That was rather brazen, even for me.
But the way he watched me, encouraged me to take it further rather than feel
self-conscious about touching myself. Not to mention how I brought him to the
gallery to see some of my photographs. For someone who guarded her privacy, I
seemed to be revealing myself to Nico in a variety of ways and I didn’t want to
analyze why. I focused back on the sexual part of our relationship.

“I like the way we’ve started.”

“Me too,” he agreed. “Next time, I want to take my time with
you. Explore every velvety-soft inch of you.”

“I’m game,” I said. “Sign me up whenever you’re ready.”

“I need some time to recover, my little sex fiend.” He
kissed me on the top of my head. “But then, watch out. Because I’m coming for
you.”

Although all the nerves in my body perked up at the idea of
being touched by him again, a twinge of regret filled me. Not that we had sex,
but that I had limited our relationship to sex.

I rolled onto my side, turning away from him so I could
think.

What the hell are you doing, Lily? This was your idea,
remember? You shot down any chance of anything more with him.

Yes, because there’s a sound reason. I can’t offer him
more than a sexual relationship. No guy wants to have a relationship with
someone like me. Someone who has no control over her body, who has to run and
hide in the forest each month. If I was normal and I found out the guy I was
seeing changed into an animal or some other form, I’d freak out.

“Sick tattoo,” he said, running his fingers over the
butterfly that covered most of my back.

“Thanks.” I rolled back over to face him. “It’s my only one.
Kind of like a secret, a reminder to myself.”

He appraised me as if trying to decipher a secret code.

“A butterfly, huh? That’s what you were talking about when I
bought you the pin. And you call it a secret. Let me think. So much symbolism
can be derived from that. Maybe a fragile beauty. Something that’s beautiful to
behold, but if you’re not gentle, you can hurt it.”

I shook my head. “I’d like to think I’m a little more
resilient and not so delicate.”

“Okay, let me try again.” He hmmed as he ran his fingertips
down between my breasts and around my bellybutton.

“That tickles,” I protested.

“I’d like to discover all your ticklish spots, but right now
I’m thinking about this tattoo. I know—you were once an ugly caterpillar, but
now you’re a beautiful butterfly. So it’s about remembering where you came
from.”

“Hey, I was a cute kid!”

“I bet you were. All right, one more time. I like this game.
It’s like a puzzle I need to solve. How about it represents something so
beautiful you want to reach out and grab it. But the second you reach out for
it, it will fly away.”

I squinted. “I think that says more about you than it does
about me.”

“Ah ha, I see what you’re doing. Trying to flip it around
and analyze me. No, I’m not guessing anymore. What does it mean to you?”

I sat up and tried to look over my shoulder to get a look,
but it was impossible to see without a mirror. “I look at it as always being
free. True beauty involves staying true to yourself. I’ve read that butterflies
are symbolic of the soul so at the same time, I think it means that we are more
than how we appear. We are deeper than superficial beauty.”

“I like it.” He nodded. “Pretty deep. Anything else?”

“It’s a badass tattoo. So how about it makes me a total
badass?” I laughed.

“Oh, you’re a badass, all right. After that first night you
blew me off, I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting to spank you, punish you.”

“I might like that.”

“Don’t encourage me, Lily. I’m already thinking of fucking
you from behind right now. Seeing your tattoo dance with you.” He looked away.
“Now that I say that out loud, it sounds wrong.”

“Sometimes doing something wrong feels oh so right.” I
rolled over onto all fours and stuck my ass out as an invitation. “Shoot ’em
up, cowboy.”

“Interesting choice of words.” He smacked me playfully on
the ass. “Get back here.”

He threw me down playfully and I squealed with laughter.

“I told you I want to take my time with you this time. If I
fuck you from behind, I won’t be able to resist fucking you like mad.”

He circled his fingers around one nipple and pinched and the
bud instantly responded. When he encircled it with his tongue and put it in his
mouth, all rational thought left me. What was I so troubled by a moment ago? He
sat back and I ran my fingers down his chest, stroking over his defined abs. He
leaned down and paid attention to my other breast, nibbling and sucking until
my arousal left me breathless.

When I felt his cock against my leg, I said, “Someone’s
recovering nicely. I thought you might need a few hours—or days.”

“Mmm,” he murmured. “It’s hard not to get excited again with
a body as exquisite as yours before me.”

His hands and mouth on my breasts sent spine-tingling
sensations throughout my body.“Oh, Nico,” I said. “Make me forget
everything.”

Whatever I said or how I said it must have triggered
something in his mind because he stopped what he was doing and looked at me
with concern.

“I just don’t want to think about anything else right now,”
I clarified. “I just want to focus on the moment. Us. Now.”

“Oh. I understand.”

When he kissed me from my neck leading down my body, he more
than met my request so that nothing else was left in my mind but pure mindless
pleasure. His tongue danced along the most sensitive areas of my body, sending
spirals of sensations through me as he traveled down to my inner thighs. I
writhed beneath him, wanting both his tongue on me, his cock inside me, wanting
all of him everywhere at once. When he finally touched my sensitive spot with
the tip of his tongue, I cried out. He took his time exploring, nibbling,
sucking—playing me as deftly as an instrument he had mastered. He had complete
control over me as he built the rhythm up to a crescendo. I relinquished all
control as he feasted on me, shooting me to new heights as he brought me to the
brink and then pulling back so I was left panting, wanting, anticipating more.
When he finally let me reach a glorious pinnacle and drove me over the edge, I
cried out again and exploded.

While my body still pulsated, he drove into me with one
long, swift stroke. I thought I’d lose all reason as he filled me so completely
to the point I thought I might break. After I grew accustomed to his girth, I
raised my hips to meet him, gripping him deeper, drawing him close.

Wordlessly we flipped so I was now on top of him, running my
hair and breasts over his chest as I grinded against him slowly, savoring every
inch of his fullness in me. As the momentum built, he raised his hips to match
my pace, his cock hitting all my sensitive areas deep within with expert
precision. Heat rushed through my body, engulfing me as he rocketed me right
back to a peak.

“Oh God, Nico. I’m right there again. Oh God.”

My muscles clenched around him and I shuddered, gripping on
to him and quivering when I lost all reason.

“Yes, Lily. Yes.” He seized my hips and thrust so deeply
into me I yelped. His full shaft throbbed as he met my release and I collapsed
on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me and we lay there silently as we
recovered, spent and satiated. The sensation of recovering from a mind-blowing
encounter gave way to one of utter content as I lay enveloped in his arms. His
embrace promised warmth and protection unlike what I’ve ever felt with another
lover. A part of me thought I could stay here with him forever.

I had a string of monogamous lovers over the years before
Nico. I figured my sexual appetite was a side effect of being a feline shifter,
almost like going into heat. It wasn’t just for pleasure, but seemed almost
essential. Women complained about getting their periods every month. If they
also had to go through this overwhelming sexual desire monthly, they might
think again.

Nico was unlike any lover I’d had before. Something was
different. Was it him? Me? My attraction to him was stronger than anything I
had experienced and I wasn’t sure if it was strictly sexual.

Once again a pang of regret returned. It could never be. I
wanted more from him than I had asked for. Knowing it was not meant to be, I
had to build a wall between us. It was to protect both of us from getting hurt.
No sense in wanting something that we couldn’t have.

“I really should go,” I said, reluctantly untangling myself
from his warm embrace.

“I knew you were going to say that. Part of the whole love
him and leave him plan. So why do you have to leave, my dear?” He pulled me
back down onto his chest. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“It feels right,” I said before I could stop myself.
“Perfect.”

What the hell was I doing? I shouldn’t say contradictory
things like this. If I wanted to set boundaries, I had to do it now. We must
only be lovers. Nothing more.

He looked down and half smiled. “I know. It does.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Must have been the
mind-blowing sex.”

“Must have been,” he echoed. “Well, I have to say your
proposition about us becoming lovers is a phenomenal idea. It has to be one of
the best things that’s happened to me in a long time.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Being wrapped in the arms of this
literary rock god was something I’d daydreamed about in completely unrealistic
fantasies. It coming true was a dream come to life. One that I hoped not to
wake up from.

Nevertheless, reality was reality. And boundaries had to be
set to avoid people getting hurt. I’d gone through this before and it was
better to make sure nobody had false expectations. So, taking a deep breath, I
reluctantly spoke words I meant only halfheartedly.

“I meant what I said earlier. I can only offer you
this
.
Nothing more.”

“I like
this
,” he said. “If you don’t want anything
more, I respect that.”

“
We don’t have to be exclusive, you know. You can
sleep with anyone you want. My one caveat is that we use protection.”

No, don’t say this, Lily! You know you don’t want him to
be with anyone else.
The thought of him with another woman shot a wildly
possessive streak through me I didn’t know I had until now. But he was a sexy
rock star and intelligent too. I was sure I was not the only one who wanted him
for a lover just as I was sure I wouldn’t be the only one in his bed.

He responded with a glint in his eye, one that made me feel
as if he saw right through me and knew I was full of shit.

“Are you sleeping with anyone else?” he asked.

“No.”

“Well, neither am I.”

I found this rather peculiar. He could probably have a
different girl or two after every show. Have a lover lined up for every day of
the week.

“But you want to be free to be able to do so?” he added.

“No. That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean?”

I don’t even know myself! How do I answer this?

“Ummmm—Nico—it’s just that—I don’t want any false
expectations. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

Not only did I not want him to sleep with anyone else, I
didn’t want to as well. Why didn’t I just shut the hell up before I made things
worse?

“Don’t worry, I respect your boundaries, Lily. But I have to
ask—what are you afraid of?

I opened my mouth, but didn’t know how to answer.

“Is it commitment? Getting too close to someone? Did someone
hurt you in the past?”

I shook my head. “That’s not it.”

“What is it then? The butterfly thing. So perhaps losing
your independence? Because I would never take that away from you. That’s not my
style.”

“I can’t explain it. Please don’t make this any harder than
it is.”

“Fine. I won’t ask any more questions tonight if you agree
to stay here with me. It doesn’t have to mean anything more than you want it
to. But I would like to wake up to you in the morning.”

The truth was I didn’t want to leave. Our legs had somehow
intertwined as we lay next to each other and this simple connection between us
was one I didn’t want to break.

“Sure,” I said, relaxing onto his shoulder.

He kissed me on the forehead. “I don’t know what makes you
so gun-shy about a relationship, but one day I’m going to find out.”

Nico

I had to be the biggest nob in history. First, just when I
think I’m ready to quit all the casual dating and find a woman to build
something with, I find myself attracted to a woman who is clearly not
interested in that. All those women who’d tried to eke a commitment out of me
in the past and now I was chasing someone who wanted nothing more from me than
my body parts.

Second, I had a phenomenal, beautiful woman who wants to be
my lover and I’m complaining? What’s wrong with me? Instead of leaping into the
air like a leprechaun, I harass her with nosy questions?

Lily was still sleeping. She’d rolled onto her stomach, but
had an arm and leg draped over me. She’d muttered something in her sleep.
Something like “no, not the moon” and “not yet”. I watched her for several more
minutes, fascinated to hear what she’d say next, but she relaxed into a deeper
sleep.

What was that about?