The Lie(61)

We head out into the dark of night. A light drizzle begins to fall and I take off my jacket, holding it over her head as we walk around the block until Winter has done his business. I promise the dog I’ll take him for an extra-long walk tomorrow, even though I want to spend every minute of my future with Natasha, preferably with my cock deep inside of her.

“I wish you could stay over,” I tell her as we get back to the flat and I shut the door behind us.

“Melissa will notice,” she says, standing in the foyer. “She’s probably waiting up for me right now. You know how she is.” She takes out her phone and glances at it. “Fuck, I should probably head back.”

“You sure?” A desperate knot of need starts growing inside me. I don’t want to let her go. I’m so afraid I won’t have her again. It’s just like earlier, only worse now because I know, I know, the longer we’re together, the more insane my feelings for her will become.

She nods but draws her lip between her teeth, seeming unsure.

“I think I could make you change your mind,” I tell her, taking her hand and attempting to lead her away from the door. She stays rooted. “You can just stay there and I’ll f*ck you up against the door.”

She watches me with a cautious curiosity.

“I should go,” she says.

I nod and wrap my arms around the small of her waist. “Okay,” I murmur before kissing her gently, long and sweet. “But you’re coming back here tomorrow. Or I’m coming to get you. Either way, someone is coming.”

“You and your innuendo,” she teases.

“You and your sweet cunt,” I say right back, her eyes widening. A delicate flush appears across her cheeks. “How is that for innuendo?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Text me, call me, email me,” I tell her. “Just please show up here.”

“In a trench coat with nothing underneath?”

I groan, hard again, and press my cock against her hips. “Don’t do this to me,” I whisper harshly into her neck.

“I’m doing nothing,” she says, kissing my cheek like she’s suddenly chaste and heading out the door.

It closes behind her and I stare at it, feeling a sense of loss and lust like nothing else.

Winter barks from behind me.

“I know,” I tell him. “I miss her already too.”





CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Natasha




Brigs had said we were starting from square one.

I hadn’t believed him at the time. I thought it would be impossible to erase our past and while that still holds true, I think I know what he means.

Square one means a new us, it means an us that can breathe, like wine uncorked. Granted, I think the two of us are still a bit cagey about shouting from the rooftops that the two of us are together. I’m still afraid of telling Melissa (I’ve had to tell her I’m back to seeing Bradley again), Brigs is cautious about the school. But still – this is, in some ways, so new.

We never got a chance to date before. We worked together and it became something more – briefly – before it was taken away. But we were never able to get to know each other freely, in the ways that we wanted to.

After we slept together – in his office, in his flat – we spent the week together in each other’s arms. Every chance I got I was over there. Sometimes we went for dinner or the pub, but most of the time he was f*cking me senseless, sometimes in his bed, sometimes in the living room. Pretty much anywhere that the dog wasn’t. I know we’re making up for years of lost time and I don’t have any complaints, even though I’m pretty raw at times and walking around like I’ve just gotten off a horse. In a way I have. The man is massive and I’m still getting used to his size. I’m pretty lucky that he can get me wet just by gazing at me with those carnal eyes.

Naturally he’s clouding my thoughts when we’re not tangled together with raw lust and sweat-soaked skin. He’s all I’m thinking about and I’m falling back into the rabbit hole, lost in this discovery of a new us, the feeling of finally moving forward. In fact, we aren’t just moving, it feels like we’re galloping and I can’t hold on tight enough.

Melissa has been suspicious and I honestly don’t know why. Maybe it’s that she sense I’m lying about Bradley, I don’t know. She’s told me she wants to meet him but I keep making up excuses and I know I can’t keep it up forever. Really, I shouldn’t be afraid but I have this niggling feeling at the back of mind that I need to keep my cards close to my chest for now.

That said, I still went lingerie shopping with her. I don’t need Sponge Bob anymore – he’s been regulated to comfy days – and I definitely need a set of bra and knickers that will set Brigs’ heart on fire.

Of course, I know he’d rather have me naked all the time and barely notices what I’m wearing, but still. This is one of the sweetest parts of dating – getting yourself all gussied up for someone day in and day out. I love getting to pick out red silk and black lace undergarments, I love getting special exfoliants and body lotions to make every part of me touchably soft, I love putting on the right outfits, the right makeup, doing everything I can to be as attractive to Brigs as possible. I know none of it is needed – he never looks at me so adoringly as when I don’t have makeup on and my hair is a mess – but the process makes life so much sweeter.