“We should probably get some sleep, it’s been a big day.” He kisses me goodnight, letting his lips linger for a moment.
“Goodnight, Royce.” I settle myself against him.
Just as the pull of sleep welcomes me, I feel his lips press gently to my temple. “Merry Christmas, Lorna.”
6
Icould get used to waking up like this, with Lorna tucked against my side, her hand resting on my chest, still deep in sleep, her body rising and falling with steady breaths that fan across my skin.
I let my mind wander back to last night and how perfect it was. My heart races as the memories come flooding back, and blood rushes south when I remember how good she felt, how sweet she tasted, how the sounds of her pleasure had my heart exploding in my chest.
All my life, I’ve always lacked the emotional connection to the women that I’ve slept with, I’ve never felt anything other than physical attraction to them, but with Lorna, it’s so much more.
The thought of leaving her physically hurts and quite frankly, I don’t want to. I was so desperate to get back home to New York, back to my company and my normal day to day life, but the past couple of days with her, I can feel my priorities shifting. I want to be around her, be in her space and a part of her life, no matter how big or small that might be, but our lives are so different, we’re world’s apart, so how in the hell is that supposed to work?
We have different lifestyles, different perspectives on life, not to mention the hundreds of miles that separate us. How would we work?
Maybe all we were meant to be is two strangers who sought comfort in each other before moving on with our lives. Maybe we were never meant to be any more than this.
If that’s the case, I’m going to make damn sure that I make the most of the time I have left with her.
There’s something heavy on my calf and I look down to find Romeo’s head resting there, his eyes squeezed shut as his body twitches, probably deep into a dream and I smile.
I press a kiss to Lorna’s head and she begins to stir. “Good morning,” I whisper.
“Mmm… morning.” Her voice is thick with sleep, her hair ruffled and matted, sticking up at odd angles, but if it isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She stretches, craning her neck up as she beams at me. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby. Seems you wore me out.”
“Likewise.”
“Well, what do you say to taking a nice long shower, grabbing some food and spending the morning in bed?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
I give her a closed mouth kiss before nudging Romeo up and off me and standing up, pulling her up along with me before tossing her over my shoulder. She shrieks when I bring my palm down on her ass and giggles all the way up the stairs as I carry her into the bathroom.
After dropping to my knees and bringing her to orgasm with my mouth, one where her fingers tug at my hair and her screams bounce off the walls, I fuck her against the tiled wall in the shower. The hot spray rolling down my back as I thrust inside her, her legs wrapped around my waist while her heels dig into my ass. She tips her head back against the wall, her mouth parted as she moans with every thrust. The sound has my balls tightening. The need to thrust harder and faster is almost unbearable but I want to make this last as long as possible.
We come together, her pussy clamping down around my dick as we wring out the last of our orgasms, and once we’ve both come down from our high, I carry her into her bedroom and do it all over again.
Once we’ve eaten, we head out into the snow that’s frozen overnight making the ground underfoot like a fucking skating rink.
We hook the car onto the back of her truck and tow it to the garage in town. Thankfully it’s open.
“Hey, Danny,” Lorna greets, floating through the front door towards a tall stocky guy around my age on the other side of the counter.
“Lorna!” He beams. “What brings you here darlin’?”
“I need your help. My…friend’scar broke down and he needs it fixing. Could you take a look at it for us?”
“Well, you’re definitely in the right place. Let’s take a look.” As he rounds the counter and walks by Lorna, he places his hand on the small of her back, squeezing her as he passes, and a wave of jealousy surges through me.
I don’t like the way he looks at her. Like he’s eyeing up the turkey on the dinner table on Christmas day. My hands clench at my sides as I shoot dangers into the back of his head as we follow him outside. I hope he can feel them.
He pops the hood and takes a look, fiddling away with something. “For a fairly new car it shouldn’t be anything too serious. If you don’t need it, you can leave it here and I can take a look at it later? I’ve got a quite a lot of jobs on today but because it’s you, Lorna, I can squeeze you in today.”
Lorna smiles. “Really? That’d be great.”
