“Are you ready for me?” I whisper in her ear. Reagan fixes her eyes on me, telling me all I need to know. Pulling her leggings down, exposing her beautiful ass, I slide in easily, loving the feel of her still pulsing cunt around me. Wrapping my arms around her, I start to move. My eyes don't leave Reagan's. Her body is hot in my arms, responding to every touch. My thrusts become more urgent as I fight the urge to come. I want to draw out her pleasure. Pull another orgasm from her.
“Leo.” Her voice is a whisper. Her eyes hold so much emotion that it slams into my chest. The room fades away around me as my only focus is Reagan. At how she makes me feel. The tenderness in her eyes when she looks at me. At how she laughs when I nuzzle into her neck or hold her and talk to our baby.
She consumes my every thought. Every feeling. It's like this woman was put at that bar for a reason. To tear down every wall I've ever built and lodge herself in my heart.
I love her.
It slams into me as my release barrels into me. It takes everything I have to not shout it out. I press a hand against the mirror, holding myself up as I start to come down from my high. My mind is a mess, thoughts swirling around as I try to take hold of one, but I can't. My brain is lust-addled from getting off.
Sliding out, I pull Reagan's pants up as she starts to readjust. I tuck my now soft dick back into my pants. Reagan's cheeks are pink as she stares at me while buttoning up her shirt.
“Where's your head at?”
That I love you. That I want us to be together for real. Not as some means to a satisfying end.
“Happy.” I press a kiss to her mouth before pulling open the door. “Coast is clear.”
Reagan steps out behind me, staying at my back. She peeks around, seeing the same emptiness I do. “Okay, does anyone work in this store?”
Reagan
“Why are there two of everything?”
One of the perks of being Leo? You can pay to have everything delivered same day.
“Well, we'll each need one.”
“Why will we each need one?” Leo stops, elbow deep in the box of clothes we picked out today.
“Because I'll need one at my place.”
“But you've been staying here.”
“I won't be here forever, Leo. This isn't my home.”
It looks like I just told Leo his favorite sports team would never win the championship again. Gutted.
“Right,” he says, quick to put a mask back in place. “You'll eventually have to go back home.”
“It's still a few months away.” I take a step to move closer to him, but he hoists the box into his arms.
“I'm going to go unpack this in the laundry room. Get these washed up.”
A dull ache settles in my stomach. It's something I've been thinking about for a while. My visa is only good for a year. After that? I don’t know what will happen. Leo and I have a good thing going. Great, actually. I haven’t mentioned my apartment to him or asked him if it is ready. I’m not ready to leave him. I love coming home with him every night. And based on the look he just gave me, it seems he's forgotten about the expiration date on my stay.
What we have has moved beyond sex. We’re comfortable together. When I’m with him, I feel like I have everything. It’s not a feeling I’ve ever felt before.
But is it love? I never expected to find love when I came to Australia, but is that what Leo and I have? Is that how he feels about me? I’ve been protecting my heart because I don’t want to depend on Leo when I won’t be here in six months. I won’t have him when I go back home; I will have to do this on my own.
I know I can do this because I’ve been supporting myself for a long time. But now, it’s different with another person involved. Still, I hate that I put that look on his face.
The dejected look on his face chews away at me as I put everything else away in the room. It was a good afternoon we had together, and I had to go and ruin it with reality.
The ringing of my phone pulls my attention away. Mom.
“Hi, Mom,” I answer on a sigh.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart? Everything alright?”
