He smiled back at me, curious, relaxing again. “And where are we going to find all that, in New York, in January?”

  I took his hand, slid off the bar stool and leaned in close to his ear. “I know a little Jamaican place in the South Bronx…”

  10

  HUNTER

  We’d sat close together in the cab, our legs touching, our hands still squeezing one another’s. I’d watched Eloise looking out of the window as we made our way down Park Avenue and across the bridge to the South Bronx. It still felt surreal that she was here with me. Thank God she’d accepted my apology about what happened in the bar – it was so good to put that behind us.

  Of course, there was a ton of stuff still to deal with, about what the hell happened between us that last night we were together, nine years ago now, before she left, when I’d thought things were pretty much perfect. Well, actually, completely perfect, from my perspective, and that was why I’d…

  Anyway, I wasn’t getting into all that now. Elle was right – we needed fun and sunshine and rum punch and jerk chicken. If we were going down memory lane, surely we deserved to put any heavy stuff that still needed to be talked about to one side and make it a fun trip.

  And that was exactly what we got. The Sunshine Café hardly seemed to have changed at all, and it was just as buzzing as I’d remembered it being almost a decade before. We walked in, hand in hand, flushed from the cold, just as we had so many times that winter, when we’d first got together, and got just as warm a welcome.

  I couldn’t believe that the same big-hearted, dreadlocked host welcomed us. Elle caught my eye and smiled at me as we were shown to the only free table, the little one at the back which she’d been sitting at on the night we’d met.

  “It’s fate,” she’d said into my ear, as we squeezed through the jam-packed café. The smell of jerk chicken on the grill made me suddenly ravenous, and we ordered two fully loaded platters right away, from the chalkboard menu on the wall, and a rum punch each. I shrugged off my suit jacket and undid a couple more buttons of my shirt, wanting to feel less formal and blend in a bit more. Elle looked good anywhere – and hot everywhere.

  My gaze slid down her body as she exchanged a few friendly words with a woman at the table next to ours. Her small breasts, her slim waist, her cascading blonde hair. That dress was fucking amazing. I wondered what she was wearing underneath it… Behave, Hunter, I told myself. Be a gentleman. I felt my cock hardening, and I leaned across the table and when she’d finished talking and looked over at me, I reached for her hands and squeezed them. She squeezed mine back and I got even harder at the sight of her red fingernails.

  “I love this place,” she said, her eyes shining. “Remember that night when we met? That guy was playing guitar, and you and all your teammates were singing, and my friend ended up behind the bar, learning how to make cocktails…”

  “And I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” I found myself saying. “And I can’t now. You’re absolutely beautiful.” I cringed then. “Sorry, am I coming on too strong?”

  “I like it,” she assured me. “I feel about a million years older than when I was first here, with Chantelle and Toby, and not in a good, full-of-wisdom way, so compliments are definitely welcome.”

  “It’s strange to think that so much has happened in both of our lives since then,” I mused. “And that we don’t know about it all. Do you know what I mean?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “It seems like I always should have been there, and like I should know everything.” She smiled shyly and looked away, and I felt her brace a little.

  “It’s okay,” I assured her. “I’m not looking to go into any of that stuff between us – not tonight, anyway.”

  She visibly relaxed and squeezed my hand again, an unspoken thank you. “But then, if I had been there all that time, none of it would have happened,” she said then. “So, it’s kind of a weird, impossible thing to get your head round.”

  “Yeah.”

  We sat back in our chairs as the server put two huge rum punches down in front of us, complete with umbrellas, cherries, pineapple on sticks and straws. We thanked her, and then clinked glasses. “To new beginnings,” I said. Maybe I was taking too much of a risk, again. For a moment, I felt alarm at myself, but,… “To new beginnings,” said Elle, and then sipped the drink without taking her eyes off me. Watching the straw in her mouth brought instant images of her lips and tongue all over my cock, her taking the whole of me deep into her mouth, sucking a little as she withdrew. Beneath the table, the beastly hard-on pulsed and lifted against my pants, desperately wanting her.

  She smiled and raised an eyebrow. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, Mr. Williams,” she told me, a sly smile on her face. And then her hand was under the tiny table and on my thigh, her fingers running all the way up to my groin and brushing my cock. I sucked in my breath through clenched teeth. “Jesus,” I muttered.

  She lifted her hand up above the table and took an innocent sip of her drink. “I promised you sunshine, she said, her voice all sultry and heavy. “Is it hot enough for you in here?”

  I leaned over the table and kissed her right by her ear, then whispered, low and gravelly, “Do that again and I’ll take you out the back and fuck you up against the wall until you come so hard you forget who you are.”

  As I sat back, her eyes widened, color blazing in her cheeks and across her throat. “Promises, promises,” she said huskily. Her eyes flicked up and across the room. “But first, we feast.”

  She’d seen our huge plates of food arriving, and we got a hold of ourselves and had a little talk with the server, and then with the couple at the next table, as we tucked in ravenously, as if we hadn’t eaten for a week. For a while we ate in silence, apart from moans and groans of pleasure – eating with her was like a sexual experience in itself. Watching her pick up the chicken and corn with her slender, red-nailed fingers. Watching her lick her lips. It got a little heated, with her getting me to taste her grilled pineapple, and me insisting that she try the coconut rice straight off my fork.

  “The plantain was incredible, and the chicken was out of this world,” I said finally, as I finished up. The host brought us two more rum punches, and the chat about whether he still got his guitar out on a busy night cooled us off a little.

  “Every single bite of that was amazing,” Elle told him.

  The next thing we knew, the guitar was out, and just a few strums resulted in cheering and clapping from the whole place. “I guess he didn’t need much encouragement,” I said, with a grin, as the host, David, as I’d just remembered he was called, launched into a spirited rendition of ‘Redemption Song’. Lots of the customers joined in, and we did too, loud and, in my case, pretty badly out of tune. A few people got up to dance and the next thing I knew, Elle was round my side of the table and pulling me to my feet.

  We wove our way through to the little space in front of the bar and joined the fun. I held her close, my arms around her, and we swayed together, close, close, close. I wanted the moment to last forever. Then she looked up at me and gazed deep, deep into my eyes as David and the merry rabble of customers sang out, ‘Redemption songs, redemption songs.’ Her eyes were talking to me without words again. Maybe this would be our redemption.

  Maybe this would be our second chance. We danced and sang our way through a few more Bob Marley classics, only pausing to go and get our drinks from our table – I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing, and I held her close, and twirled her around, and we drank and danced and sang and I didn’t think I could feel any better than that, ever. I almost hit the ceiling I was so high with the sight and the feel of her and the anticipation and the community and the fun and the sheer happiness.

  But then she leaned in close to my ear and said, “Take me home, please, Hunter Williams, and when we get there, take me to bed,” and things got even better. Twenty-five minutes and a thrilling cab ride later, we were pretty much falling through the door of her apartment, kissing hard, hands all over each other. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

  She stepped out of her shoes as we hurried down the hallway, and the sight of her slender legs slipping out of those hot high heels was too much for me. I threw myself to my knees in front of her, pushed up her dress and pulled down her tights and panties all at once. She groaned and buried her hands in my hair, as I pressed my mouth against her, tasting her delicious wet pussy, pushing my tongue inside her for a moment as she dug her fingernails into my shoulders and ground her pussy into me.

  Then I began licking her clit, in long strokes, keeping my tongue flat, the way I knew she liked it. “Jesus, Hunter, oh my God,” she moaned, her voice breathy and jagged with desire. I pushed two fingers inside her and moved them up and down smoothly, my tongue still working over her clit. Her legs bucked under her and in a moment she was lying on the hall rug, her back arching up towards me.

  “Even better,” I said, looking up at her with a wicked smile. “I can really get deep into you like this.” And I did, pushing my fingers up to the knuckles into her wetness, her delicious taste and smell consuming me, as I explored her clit with my tongue. She cried out loud and arched even higher to meet me. “I’m gonna come,” she murmured.

  I pulled back my head and gently withdrew my fingers. “Uh-uh. I’m gonna make you wait.”

  We used to do this – take each other right to the edge and then slow it all down, just a little, just enough, to build things up to yet another, higher layer of ecstasy. She looked down at me and raised her eyebrow, slow and sexy, catching her breath. “You old dog,” she said. “You’ll pay for that later, mister. I’ll have you right where I want you, completely in my power.”

  But she didn’t say more, because I gave her a wicked grin and began to flick my tongue gently over her clit, holding her hips up with my hands. The velvet hem of her dress being pushed up over her pussy like that, and right by my face, drove me absolutely wild and I pulled at it with my teeth.

  She giggled. “Don’t! That’s Prada!” she squealed. Then she cried out as I turned her over in my hands and made her kneel up on the rug. She looked over her shoulder and caught my eye, and my mischievous look, as I buried my face in her beautiful pouting pussy, licking and kissing her dripping delicious wetness, with one hand reaching round to rub her clit. My body hadn’t forgotten anything – I knew exactly how to make her shudder, and cry out, and come hard. I loved feeling the powerful waves of her orgasm on my tongue as she completely lost it. And I loved her shouting my name. Her beautiful wet pussy in my mouth, and my name on her lips, as she surrendered to the waves, and waves and waves, felt like the best thing in the world.

  I scooted up next to her and took her in my arms, and she buried her face in my chest. “That just kept coming and coming and coming,” she gasped. “That was insane, Hunter. That was incredible.”

  “Good,” I said, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair. She tipped her head up, looked into my eyes and kissed me long and deep. “This feels good, really good,” she whispered.

  “I know, it really does,” I whispered back. “And Mari’s sleeping over, so I have an all-night pass, if you want me to stay, of course.”

  “I sure do.” She stroked my cheek and kissed me again. “Why are we whispering?” she whispered.

  “I don’t know,” I whispered back. “It’s not like you didn’t just yell the building down in sexual ecstasy shouting my name,” and we both laughed like teenagers.

  “It felt good to be shouting your name,” she said then, her hand sliding down and her slender fingers wrapping round my cock. I groaned and pushed up against her stomach, desire pulsing all through my body.

  “It felt good to hear it,” I said, and we kissed long and deep, her hand moving up and down the shaft of my rock-hard erection. “It’s okay,” I managed to mutter, through the intensity. “If you’re finished, we can just…”

  “I’ve hardly started,” she said, with mock indignation. “I’m almost at my sexual peak, you know, mister, whereas yours was twenty years ago now.”

  I grabbed her wrists, rolled on top of her and pushed her down. “The cheek!” I said, putting both of her hands in one of mine, so I could tickle her. She squealed and writhed around under me, then got the upper hand, rolling so that I was underneath, and she was sitting on top of me, pinning my wrists down now. She caught her breath and gave me a killer look. “What I’m saying is, there’s plenty more where that came from,” she said breathily. “Now, do what I asked you to do, Hunter Williams. Take me to bed.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  11

  ELOISE

  I thought I’d had the best orgasm of my life right there in the hallway – well, the best since I was last with Hunter anyway, but when we hit the bedroom, things just went from incredible to off-the-scale amazing.

  “You’ve still got the same bed,” he said, as I led him by the hand through the doorway and into my delicious-smelling, sexily-lit boudoir. The lamps had come on automatically, and the diffuser, on a timer too, was filling the air with the scents of lavender and lilac. The huge walnut sleigh bed was covered in bright pink velvet cushions and the most sumptuous, soft deep purple velvet throw.

  I kissed Hunter again, and said, “Welcome to the girl palace. Well, welcome back to the girl palace. Only I’m not so much a girl anymore,” I added, in a sultry voice, close to his ear. “I’m all woman.”

  He held me away from him and looked deep into my eyes. “I don’t remember you being as confident as this, when it came to sex,” he said. “I mean, you were fucking amazing at it, and you’ve always been smoking hot, but…” A shadow passed across his face. “I guess, I mean, obviously you’ve been with other people, so…” He shook his head. “Not that I have any right to feel anything about that, but, well, I kind of want to hunt down every guy you’ve even been with and – hmm, well, basically, kill them.” He chuckled and stroked my hair. “Sorry, that’s a little intense.”

  “I think it’s perfectly reasonable,” I said, leading him to the bed. “Especially Eduardo. He was a rat.”

  “That’s it then, he’s first on the death list,” said Hunter. He was so gorgeous, I knew he wouldn’t hurt a fly, of course. He was so laid back for an alpha male sports star, and such an amazing dad.

  But I didn’t want to think about any of that just now. And, “I like that you’re jealous of my exes,” I said. “Is that bad too?”

  “Only as bad as me wanting to go and bash them with my caveman club,” he said, “and then drag you back to the cave and…” His words dissolved into a deep and sensual kiss, as we fell onto the purple velvet. I sat up and smoothed my hair back. “Okay, you, I want you naked, under the covers, waiting for me,” I ordered, and then I swished off to the bathroom, pulling my dress over my head as I went, to loud groans from Hunter and a cry of, “Jesus, woman, how can anyone be as fucking sexy as you are?”

  I freshened up, chose a new set of lingerie in my dressing room, a beautiful cream lace bra and knickers, and then slipped a short cerise silk dressing gown over the top.

  I went back into the bedroom and found Hunter was waiting in the bed, as per my instructions. “Fuck yes,” is all he said when he saw what I was wearing. I lit some candles on the mantlepiece and grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the mini fridge and sashayed over to him. And then, just like so many nights before, I got into bed with Hunter Williams.

  “Does this feel strange to you?” I asked, as he pulled me into his arms.

  “Not at all,” he said, kissing my lips. “Is it strange that it doesn’t feel strange? I mean, should it?”

  His hand slid up my thigh and under the elastic of my knickers, pulling them tight across my hips, and I felt myself instantly starting to get wet again. We lay side by side, facing one another, and I pulled my leg up over his thigh, drawing him into me. His cock pressed hard into my clit and I pushed myself against it as we kissed long and intense and deep. And then it was on.

  Suddenly we were all over each other, and we couldn’t get enough. I wanted his hands and his mouth on me, and his cock deep inside me. I could feel that he wanted me just as much from his hot breath on my throat, and his guttural groans as I took his beautiful shaft in my hand and held it tight, moving my fingers up and down slowly, the way he liked it. But I wanted to savor it too. I wanted to make it last, and to taste him, and touch him, and be deep inside every moment of it.

  We moved together, his cock nudging at the edge of my knickers, and we breathed together, kissing and stroking one another. I put a hand round his throat and squeezed a little, and he groaned and pressed harder against me. His hand slid down between my legs and his fingers played at the opening of my ass, making me gasp, reach down and slip his cock into the side of my underwear, and then we were skin on skin, he was right there, the head of his cock against the slippery, pouting opening of my pussy.

  We looked into one another’s eyes and spoke with no words again, and then, still holding my gaze, he pushed hard and deep into me. I cried out and threw my head back. “Fuck, Hunter, yes, yes, yes.” He kissed and bit at my throat and thrust into me again and again, and we moved together, gasping and kissing, and breathing, until it felt like we were just one being, one wanting, one ecstatic wave of pleasure that rose and broke over and over and over with every stroke.

  There was no way back now – we were going, and we were going together. We got faster and stronger and I kissed his neck hungrily and he shifted to take my breast in his mouth and sucked it hard. I really lost it then, and let myself go completely to the moment, as the powerful pleasure and almost-painful intensity building in my pussy and thighs and stomach notched up and up and up as he thrust his cock into my wet pussy again and again and I gripped him hard with my muscles and ground my clit into him and we kissed long and deep and then we broke apart and… “Elle, I’m gonna come, I’m, I’m coming…” he gasped, the words slurred and jagged.

 

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