Chasing horizons, p.10
Chasing Horizons, page 10
“Fuck! I didn’t even know I had a g-spot!” I moan into the blanket, my fists gripping it tighter with each thrust.
He kisses my neck and assures me, “By the end of the night, I’ll make sure you’re well acquainted with it.”
He raises both my hands up above my head on the mattress, our fingers laced together again while he holds me still and begins thrusting harder, and I cry out with each one, unable to keep quiet even if I wanted to. I’ve never been particularly vocal during sex, but sex with Seth is on a whole different level.
“Come on, baby, one more. I know you’ve got it in you.” Leaving one hand holding mine in place, he reaches down and works my clit again.
With each motion, I can feel myself tightening. Unbelievably, my body listens to his command, and a third orgasm rips through me. I scream his name into the blanket.
A few thrusts later, Seth shudders, moaning in my ear while he comes.
I turn my head to the side, lifting it a little to look at him over my shoulder. “Well done, champ.”
His body shakes while he chuckles before he raises his head and kisses my shoulder. “You too, champ.”
He rolls off me and heads into the bathroom. I hear him open and close the bin before returning. I move off the bed, high-fiving him when we pass each other. Once I’m finished in the bathroom, I join him on the bed, curling my body against his while he wraps his arm around me, holding me close to his side.
“So… that was possibly the best sex I’ve ever had,” I say, kissing his chest.
He squeezes me and kisses my forehead. “Likewise.”
We lay still like that for a while, him running his hand up and down my side while I trail my fingers over his abs.
Eventually, I look up to find him watching me, and I scoot myself up to kiss him. He cradles the back of my head, kissing me back with growing intensity, and I moan against his lips.
And just like that, we’re on to round two.
Hours later, Seth has finally ordered room service, and I’ve got one of his t-shirts on while eating the fanciest meal I’ve ever had. He sits across from me in athletic shorts only, and it takes all my self-control not to climb him once again. But the chicken is so good that his lack of a shirt still isn’t enough to distract me from dealing with my hunger finally.
We’ve been chatting about everything and nothing since our third tumble between the sheets.
“So, have you given any more thought about what you’re going to do when you get home?” he asks, cutting into his steak.
I shrug before swallowing the mouthful of roast chicken I’d been savouring. “Honestly, no. I’ve had such a good time on this trip that the idea of returning to the real world actually makes me feel ill.” I don’t want to admit the prospect of not seeing him again is also contributing to that feeling.
He’s quiet for a while, studying me while he chews.
Just as he opens his mouth to reply, the door to the suite opens and Lincoln breezes in. It dawns on me all at once that I’m naked except for Seth’s shirt, but Lincoln doesn’t even glance our way when he walks past on his way to his bedroom.
Seth observes his friend, his eyebrow raised.
“Hi Kylie,” Lincoln calls back over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.
I stare at the door before looking back at Seth, who is shaking his head while chuckling.
“Did you tell him I was here?” I ask.
“Nope.”
“I just assume you’re everywhere now,” Lincoln yells through the door, and I roll my eyes.
“Hello Lincoln, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too! Now, put some pants on. And Seth - put a shirt on, you’re both turning me on.”
Seth snorts but makes no move to get up and find a shirt, and Lincoln remains in his room while we finish eating. Once we’re done, Seth takes the tray and puts it back out in the hall. I get up and stand near the kitchen bench, not sure what to do now. We haven’t discussed what we’ve been doing for the last few hours, and I now feel extremely awkward.
Seth comes and stands in front of me, brushing my hair back off my shoulder with one hand while sliding his other around my back and pulling me closer.
“So…” He kisses my forehead, and I lean into his embrace.
“So…” I mimic him.
He steps back to look down at me. “Stay?”
I search his face. “Don’t you have to leave really early in the morning?”
“Yes. But that’s hours away… And I’m not ready to say goodbye.” He almost seems shy, traces of the Seth I first met shining through.
“Neither am I.”
“So… stay?”
I close the gap between us and kiss him. “Okay.”
“Woo hoo! Sleepover!” Lincoln yells from the bedroom and I laugh, pressing my forehead to Seth’s chest while he shakes his head.
“Come on. I just need to throw everything into my suitcase and then bedtime.” He takes my hand and leads me back into his bedroom, and I close the door behind me after yelling “Goodnight!” to Lincoln.
Once Seth has packed his suitcase, he joins me on the bed, pulling me to his side.
“I wish we didn’t live on opposite sides of the world,” I half whisper, burying my face into his neck.
“I know. It sucks.” He runs his hand up and down my back. “At least we got to have tonight.”
“True. I guess we got one more day than we thought we would.”
He presses a kiss on my forehead. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”
He turns off the bedside light, and the room is engulfed in darkness.
“Goodnight, Seth,” I whisper.
“Goodnight, Kylie.”
16
WALK OF SHAME WITH NO JUMPER
SETH
The alarm on my phone rips me from sleep, and I reach over, trying to silence it before it wakes Kylie, who stirs beside me.
“Is it time for you to leave?” she asks, her voice thick with sleep.
“Yeah. You go back to sleep though,” I reply, kissing her shoulder.
“It’s okay. You need to check out and I don’t think housekeeping will appreciate finding a half-naked woman in the bed when they come to clean the place.”
“Honestly, I think I’d be pretty pleased,” I remark with a smirk, and she responds by poking out her tongue, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
“Let me just find my clothes and use the bathroom, and I’ll get out of here.” She throws back the covers, but I pull her to me and kiss her softly.
“Or, you can come shower with me and we can drop you back at your hotel in our car service?”
She cocks her head to the side and places a finger on the side of her mouth, pretending to give it a lot of thought. “I suppose I could do that. Sounds far better than a walk of shame with no jumper.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Walk of shame, huh?”
“Well, it kind of feels like a one night only kind of deal, so it sort of fits.”
I get out of bed and lead her into the bathroom. “Believe me, if we didn’t live in completely different countries, this would not be a one-night thing for me.”
I can see her reflection in the mirror when I reach in and turn on the shower, and her expression looks a little sad while she studies my back. “Yeah… it wouldn’t be for me either.”
I turn back to face her, pushing her hair back off her shoulders and cupping her face in my hands. “Hey, let’s not think about any of that right now. We can just enjoy this last hour or so together, okay?”
She nods, leaning her face into my hand and closing her eyes for a moment. “Okay.”
I peel my shirt over her head, throwing it back out onto the bed before pulling her in close and kissing her again.
I could kiss her forever.
But time is pressing on, so once I’ve pulled my shorts off, I lead her into the massive shower before resuming kissing her, a little hungrier this time. She presses herself against my chest while raising onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck. I groan, lifting her up and pushing her back against the tiles. She gasps while bringing her legs around my waist, pulling me in so that our torsos are flush together, and the kiss grows more desperate. It’s like the realisation that this is the last time we’ll most likely ever see each other is hitting us both and we need to make the most of it. I lift her up higher, aligning her breasts with my mouth, and start sucking on one, then the other, until she is panting and grinding against me.
Lowering her to the ground, I drop to my knees, throwing her right leg over my shoulder and pressing my face between her legs, and she slides her hands into my hair.
“Seth,” she moans when I use my tongue and finger to bring her to the edge, looking up at her when her legs tremble.
She runs her tongue over her lower lip and throws her head back when the orgasm overtakes her, a cry escaping her while I continue to work her over. But I don’t let her go, instead working harder until she comes again, her body slumping a little.
I lower her leg back down and stand, pulling her against me while she gathers herself back together.
“You are very skilled at that,” she murmurs against my chest.
“I do my best,” I reply with a chuckle.
Once she catches her breath, she looks up at me with a glint in her eye before moving her hand to where my erection presses against her abdomen. My breath hitches while she moves her hand back and forth, slow at first, before picking up the pace. But when she lowers herself to her knees, it’s my turn to moan when she takes me in her mouth.
Using a combination of her mouth and hand, she works me up and I throw my head back, forgetting about the water running down on top of my head, the water hitting my face while I moan. Looking back down, I move my hands to grasp the back of her head, gently thrusting forward. I hit the back of her throat, and my eyes widen when she appears to have almost no gag reflex. She uses her hand on my hip to guide me faster, and before I know it, I’m coming and she swallows every drop.
“Okay, that was the best blowjob of my life,” I say once I’ve caught my breath, helping her to her feet.
“I do my best,” she replies, grinning while she uses my own words on me.
After the fastest shared shower known to man, I finish packing, haphazardly throwing the last items into my suitcase. We head out into the living space where Linc is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
“Good morning. The car service is downstairs,” he says, smirking.
Ignoring his amusement, I nod. “Cool. Well, we’re ready to go. We’ll drop Kylie at her hotel on the way.”
He gets to his feet. “That sounds good to me.”
The three of us head downstairs, and I check us out before joining Kylie and Linc in the car. Linc has taken the front seat, so I slide in the back next to Kylie, taking her hand in mine.
The driver navigates the early morning London streets, the mood inside the car pensive, with even Linc remaining quiet. Once we arrive at Kylie’s hotel, I ask the driver to give us a minute.
I join Kylie on the sidewalk, pulling her into a hug and resting my cheek against the top of her head while she clings to me.
It had been hard enough saying goodbye to her at the end of the tour, but now, after the best day and night with her, this is a thousand times harder.
When she looks up at me, there are tears shining in her eyes, and I know I look similar.
I run my thumb lightly over her cheek before leaning down to kiss her.
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispers.
I press my forehead to hers. “I’ll miss you, too,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion.
She grips me tight, and it’s not until Linc calls out for me to get my ass moving that we finally break apart with one last quick kiss.
“Bye, Kylie.”
“Bye, Seth.” She places a hand to my cheek before stepping back while I climb back into the car.
I wave goodbye and then take a breath, letting my head drop back against the headrest when the driver pulls back into the traffic.
“You alright, man?” Linc asks, looking back at me with a concerned look on his face.
“Yeah. Just sucks that I met pretty much the perfect woman and there’s no future for us.”
He nods before turning back to face the front of the car, giving me some privacy to deal with the emotions rolling through me.
This trip has definitely had the desired effect, pulling me out of the shitty headspace I was in prior to leaving, but now, rather than getting my head back in the game, all I’m thinking about is the beautiful woman I’ve just had to say goodbye to.
Life really doesn’t go how we want it to sometimes.
After the flight back home, the car service drops Linc at his apartment first, before dropping me at the front door of my house. I let myself in, dropping my suitcase in my bedroom before heading for the kitchen. I’d arranged for my housekeeper to get me sorted with meals yesterday so that I could get back on my nutritionist approved food plan as soon as I got back. I’ve got two weeks before training camp starts, and I need to hit the gym every day to make sure I’m ready. It’s time to put the last three weeks behind me, no matter how perfect they were, and start getting back into my regular life.
Even if it feels like something is missing that I’ve never noticed before.
17
I THINK I SHOULD FIRE YOU
KYLIE
“Hey, where are you at with those invoices?” Will’s voice comes through loud and clear on the speaker of my phone.
“All done and sent. What next, boss?” I listen while he rattles off a bunch of admin tasks while staring at the computer screen in front of me, trying not to sigh with boredom.
I’ve only been back for two weeks, and already, I have itchy feet again. Something about our little trip has awoken the travel bug in me, and the idea of doing the admin work from Will’s new electrician business for the rest of my life makes me want to scream into a pillow.
Tara has fallen right back into her old routine and doesn’t appear discontented at all. But she enjoys her job, for the most part. Whereas I’ve always found every job I’ve had to be beyond boring, daydreaming about doing anything else.
“Kyles? You there?” Will’s voice pulls me from my doldrums.
“Yeah, sorry. What did you say?”
“Everything okay?” he asks, the concern clear in his voice.
“Yeah. Just have some return to real life blues happening.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Wanna do dinner tonight?”
“Sure. What are you feeding me?”
“I can provide you with a roast chicken and salad from Woolies,” he replies, and I can just picture the cheeky grin on his face.
Will has never been the best cook. Most of his culinary experience revolves around the barbecue in his backyard, and even then, he burns the meat more often than not.
I laugh. “Sounds perfect. What time?”
“I should be home by five.”
“Okay cool, I’ll head over around sixish then.”
We hang up and I get stuck into the work he’d asked me to do, hoping to knock it all over in time to go to the gym before I head to his place. There’s no question of him coming to mine. He hasn’t set foot in my apartment since Annelisa disappeared, due to the fact that Tara also lives here. I really wish he’d stop being so bullheaded and just talk to her. I still haven’t said a word to him about knowing where Annelisa is, and I refused to ask Tara anything about what she did with her sister while I was spending time with Seth.
As my mind wanders back to that perfect day, I stare at my phone, wondering if he’s thinking about me too, or if he’s just settled right back into his old life and forgotten all about me and our time together. I regret not exchanging numbers, but we’d both known there was no future for us.
Turning back to my computer, I sigh again.
Taking this as a sign that I should just go to the gym now and attempt to get back into the work once the endorphins are flowing, I close the laptop and grab my keys. The joys of working from home is that I’ve been in my workout clothes all day and all I need to do is throw on my runners.
I head down to the gym on the second floor of our apartment building, grateful to have the place to myself. I pop my headphones on and blast out my workout mix before hopping on the treadmill to warm up.
As I reach my first kilometre, the sound of a text message interrupts my concentration, causing me to slow to a walk in order to check who it is.
Bri
Hey you. Are you around this weekend? Jake and I will be in town and thought we’d have a catch up at the apartment.
Kylie
Hey love. Yep, I’m around and would love to catch up. Just let me know the details and I’ll be there.
I put the phone back in my pocket, trying to get back into the flow, but my mind once again wanders back to Seth.
No matter how hard I try to let the memory of him go, the heart wants what it wants… and what my heart wants is the hot Canadian who has stolen it right from my chest.
I pull up out the front of Will’s place and head inside, not bothering to knock.
“Hey, I’m here,” I call, walking into the kitchen.
My brother is nowhere to be seen, so I assume he’s in the shower. I help myself to a soft drink from his fridge and take a seat at the bench, looking around at the clutter. It’s obvious that he doesn’t care about keeping the place tidy now that Annelisa is no longer around, and my heart feels heavy at the realisation.
“Hey,” Will says, coming into the kitchen wearing jeans and a hoodie, his hair wet from the shower.
“Boss,” I reply, saluting him.
“Yeah, about that. I think I should fire you,” he says casually while he gets plates out for us.
