Safer Together (The Safer Duet Book 2)

by Amy Rose

  I feel him stirring, his mouth nuzzling my breasts, the feel of his lips against my now super sensitive flesh, and I feel another flash of heat below. “That was incredible,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my nipples, goosebumps traveling outward over my body.

  “I know,” I whisper back. He raises his head, his deep blue irises locking me into position, as he slides up my body and presses his delectable lips against my own.

  I’m greedy, and I instantly want more, I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping him close, and my arms pull his head as close to me as possible, deepening the kiss. I hear a growl reverberating from his chest, and he rolls us over so I am on top of him. “Angie, my love, as much as I never want either of us to ever leave this bed, we need to be getting you to the airport.” He has a point; a valid one at that. He presses his lips quickly to the tip of my nose, then my forehead and one final peck on the lips, before pushing me gently. I hop off him and stand on the side of the bed. I feel a drip of warmth coming from my core, his semen sliding from within me from our recent lovemaking. I collect my clothing from the floor and pad into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

  I wander across to the large full-length mirror and take a good look at myself. My eyes brighter than usual and a blush to my cheeks that does wonders for my complexion, my nipples slightly pinker than earlier, my hair a wild mane around me. I turn the faucet on in the vanity beside me and cup some water in my hands before splashing it on my face, then running my damp hands through my hair, trying to bring it back to some sort of half tidy appearance. Giving up, I take the hairband from my wrist and pull my hair up in a messy bun.

  My left-hand lowers, and I feel his presence. Not wanting to bathe, I grab the hand towel, dampening it with warm water, and wipe myself clean, before dropping it to the floor. I pluck my underwear off the floor and begin to get dressed, finally following with my dress.

  I feel different, there was no doubt about it, but the way I feel is better, more of a woman. I had taken charge out there, telling him I wanted him, and he took me, made love to me, with so much passion, it was perfect in every way.

  I wander back out to Elliot and see that he has also started to get dressed, waiting for me on the side of the bed, he opens his arms to me and I practically run into him, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you!” I exclaim. He smiles up at me, his perfect white teeth on display,

  “And I love you!” I peck him on the lips and extract myself from his hold, as he stands, and begins to pull his shirt over his head, I see a couple of blood spots on his back.

  “Oh heavens, I made you bleed.” I reach out and touch the spots, where my fingernails had dug into him minutes ago, “I’m sorry.”

  He shrugs. “Don’t be, I liked it,’’ he bends to kiss my nose.

  “Did you like it, really?” I ask, tentatively, he pulls his shirt the whole way on and turns to face me.

  “No baby, I didn’t like it. I fucking loved it, the best thing I’ve ever done, no question.” He pulls me into his strong arms, and I go willingly. He loved it, best thing ever, he said. I smile into his chest.

  “Me too,” I whisper.

  We travel to the airport in silence, completely comfortable just being with each other. His hand strokes my thigh the entire trip. We exit the vehicle in the parking lot and Elliot grabs my luggage from the back of the car, carrying it in all the way for me.

  When we get to the point where he can no longer stay with me, I pull him to me and kiss him with everything I have, forcing my love and emotions onto him, and I feel all of the same things coming back at me. When I pull away, I have tears beginning to fall. He reaches out and catches them with the pad of his forefinger. “It’s okay my beauty, I’ll see you soon.”

  I shake my head, “A whole month Elliot!” I exclaim.

  He lifts my left hand in front of me, “See this?” he touches my engagement ring. “This is my heart. Its going with you back home.” And I feel more tears falling.

  “Come get it soon,” I choke out.

  “Oh baby, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  He kisses me once more, before pulling away and bringing me close to his chest, “I love you, Angela White,’’ he whispers in my ear.

  “I love you, Elliot Sands.”

  We pull apart and I turn, wandering down to my terminal, not daring to look back as I walk away from the man I love. One month, Angela, it’s only one month. Four weeks, thirty-one short days and he would be with me once more.

  I swallow the lump in my throat, and settle my breathing, I can do this. Scratch that. I will do this.

  ~ Chapter Twenty-Four ~

  Angela

  No matter how hard I try, my mind continues to go back to the last day that Elliot and I saw each other. The day that we spent together, and by spent together, I mean the making love part of the day.

  When I awoke that morning, I had no intention of giving into my body’s demands. But in the moment, the need that I felt for Elliot and me to consummate our love for one another was far too great to ignore any longer. I needed to have this connection between us, prior to us spending an entire month apart.

  So, I instigated sex. Well, not sex really; we made love. Slow and steady, and it was perfect. He was large, very much so, and even though there was some pain, it was nothing compared with what I thought it would be like. Especially when all you have to compare it to is a rape. Elliot and I loved each other, I felt that connection the entire time. Our eyes connected, seeing each other’s emotions flooding our faces, and then, when the time came, we orgasmed together. It was perfect.

  This month has by far been the hardest experience of my last few years. Nothing in comparison with those early days of trying to survive after Dylan, but still, they have been incredibly testing.

  The yearning for his touch sometimes felt more like agony, and that felt like it would never end. However, I made it four whole weeks without the man I love, and I was desperate for him. In every single way possible.

  I needed to feel his touch on my skin, the electrical current rippling over my flesh, as only he can bring. I needed to hear his voice whispering in my ear, and to be intoxicated with his musky, masculine scent.

  The many, many, phone calls and Skype sessions did nothing to alleviate the stress of the distance; however seeing him bare chested did things to my libido that I really was trying hard to keep at bay, since there was absolutely nothing to be done about it when he was so far away

  I couldn’t just reach out and touch him, and it hurt me to my core. So, I requested that in future he be fully dressed during each of our video chats.

  We tried phone sex once, but I was so embarrassed at my own attempts to be sexy, that it, too, went down in flames. Just trying to explain what it was that I wanted to do to him, although one hundred percent truthful, made me feel awkward. Elliot never laughed though, telling me that he loved me and that he was counting down the days and hours until he could wrap me in his arms again, and bury his face in my hair. Along with other parts of my body.

  And that all came to an end today, today we would finally see each other again, and what a reunion I had planned.

  I had champagne and chocolate covered strawberries in the fridge, and some brand-new blood red lingerie, consisting of a baby doll corset, that did amazing things for my breasts, and skimpy lace panties. I felt incredibly uncomfortable in the shop, trying it on, however knowing that it would elicit a strong reaction from Elliot overpowered my own insecurities. I would wear it for my man, and he would attack me, and make sweet love to me. Just the thought made my nether regions clench.

  “Hello Sweetheart, he drawls, his voice incredibly husky over the phone,

  “Elliot, hi. When do you fly in?” I ask excitedly,

  “I’m about to board the plane now, just getting ready for take-off. I’ll be there in a few hours. I’ll meet you at Belle Meade,” he pauses, his voice now a whisper “and once we are done there, I’m taking you to bed to make agonizi
ngly, slow love to you.” His confession of his intentions makes my cheeks flame. Oh, how badly I wanted that too.

  “I am very much looking forward to that, babe, believe me.” I pause inhaling a breath, “I’ll see you at the house in a few hours. I love you.”

  “And I love you too sweetheart, more than you will ever know” with his declaration of love complete, he ends the call.

  I start to tidy my already tidy apartment, fluffing the cushions on the lounge, wiping over the counters with a fragrance spray, lighting my vanilla and coconut candle, placing fresh towels in the bathroom, awaiting the shower Elliot will want to have after his flight. I do all this in an effort for time to go quicker.

  I then take a long hot shower, washing my hair and all over my body, paying special attention to the areas I hoped Elliot would pay attention to tonight. Once all dry, I pull out one of my lightweight long sleeve dresses, and choose plain white lace undergarments, just in case Elliot decided he couldn’t wait until we got home,

  Almost two hours prior to his plane was due to land, I hop into Betty, my black sedan, and commence my drive out to our newly renovated home in Belle Meade, I wanted to arrive before Elliot, so I could have a quick look through and ensure everything was looking as perfect as possible the first time he saw it.

  I needed to quickly pop into the office beforehand, though, to grab a couple of last-minute items that I would be needing.

  ~ Chapter Twenty-Five ~

  Elliot

  Ever missed someone so much, you thought you would collapse onto the floor in a heap, and never be able to get back up off the floor again? No? I have, this month has been pure fucking torture. Then throw in the fact that I am also waking up in another country, and it makes it ten times fucking worse.

  The only way I get through the days is knowing that each time that the sun goes down is one day closer to seeing her again. My sweet, beautiful, bride-to-be.

  When she confessed everything that had happened with Dylan, in great detail, I handled it poorly. Not speaking to her, allowing her to walk from the room, but I needed to let her do that, as I needed space to let it all out. I pulled all of the sheets and pillows off the bed, threw both chairs across the room, and smashed the two bedside lamps.

  Hearing the anguish in her voice as she was telling her story broke me. My heart tore in goddam two. He forced himself on her, broke her bones, and all for what? Because she wouldn’t give him any money. When she went into the bathroom, I phoned Kat and told her that I wanted him gone immediately. She asked why. I wasn’t going to share that with her; I didn’t need to. I was the goddam motherfucking boss. What I say goes, she must have heard it in my voice, letting me know she would handle it.

  I hate that I have paid this dirtbag for years, given him so much work, entrusted him on jobs. What can I say, he is a good carpenter, but that means fuck all to me when my woman describes what he did to her.

  Once some of the anger had escaped me, I went in search of her, knowing that I had to take her to the airport. I got into the SUV and drove it in front of the guest house, waiting for her. I needed to apologize and ensure that we were perfect since we would be apart for an entire month.

  What I didn’t expect was Angela to initiate making love to me. Now don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t going to turn her down. However, at the same time, I was totally unprepared, no protection or anything, and yet I still claimed her as mine. I Helped her erase the thought of that monster inside her, instead replacing that memory with our shared experience. It was amazing. She was so fucking tight that it felt like my cock was going to lose circulation at one point, but I kept going and her pussy walls loosened around me.

  When she told me she was about to orgasm, I was elated. First time we had made love and I got her all the way. Then I felt my release coming too. Remembering the lack of condom, and knowing that she wasn’t regularly engaging in sexual encounters, I felt the need to pull out, and yet my Angel said it was okay, so I released my soul into her, so a little piece of me would forever live within her.

  I’ve been able to keep myself fairly busy over the past month, arranging for the contractors to commence work on the old rundown castle I purchased last year. The head contractor over here, Matthew, is very similar to myself, even though he is a little older than I. He has a love of older buildings and looked me square in the eye when I was instructing on what I wanted done. No mean feat for someone shorter than I am, though not by much. His black sunglasses were often pushed up into his mass of black hair. Matthew was very well informed on the process of restoring these incredible structures back to life, and this one certainly needed it. With over thirty rooms within the main building, it would take time and money, both things I had a lot of.

  The ladies took a liking to Matthew, I noticed, whenever we would grab a bite to eat at a café or a scotch after work, they came up and spoke to him. He smiled at them, and spoke in that British accent of his, and the numbers were thrown at him. Me too, but I didn’t see any of the digits, knowing that my lover was awaiting me back in Nashville, Tennessee.

  When I wasn’t working, I was on the phone to my fiancée, whether that be day or night. The time difference was a bitch, but we worked our way around that. I needed to hear her voice, and see her beautiful face looking at me. I needed it so much that I felt like I couldn’t breathe properly.

  Then there was the night that we tried to have phone sex, I remember it well: I was freshly showered, and specifically only put long lounge pants on. I hoped that with some of my body showing, she might reciprocate, so I picked up my laptop and sat it on the bed in front of me, before positioning myself cross-legged. I entered my credentials into Skype and videoed the love of my life.

  Seeing her face come on the screen was a godsend, her beautiful smiling face looking at me. “Hello beautiful,” I smiled at her.

  “Hey there yourself, hot stuff. What’s with the no shirt?”

  I shrugged, “Just got out of the shower, haven’t had time to put one on yet.’’ she repositions the camera and sits back a little, I see that she is wearing a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater. I groan inward. “I want to see your body,” I demand.

  She grins at me. “Do you, now?” I nod, so many times I think I might end up becoming a bobble head figure.

  “Well” she starts, her hands move at the bottom of the screen and she slowly removes the sweater, and underneath is a plain cream cotton bra, nothing overly sexy, though she doesn’t need that anyway. She would look like a fucking model in a potato sack. My breath catches and I lean closer to the monitor, wanting to get even closer to the perfection staring back at me.

  She laughs, a beautiful melodic sound, dragging my eyes from her perfect breasts to once again look at her sweet smile, her hands kept pulling at her hair, she was nervous, “Man, you’re beautiful, I’m rock fucking hard just looking at you,” I confess, and it was true. I reach down into my pants and take a hold of my iron erection,

  “I see what you’re doing. That’s my job,’’ she says, and I almost cream myself. She was talking dirty to me.

  I close my eyes, “I’m imagining it is your hand, my love,’’ I pause, opening my eyes. “Touch yourself and imagine it’s me touching you.” My voice is rough, commanding, her eyes pop a little and she looks to either side of the screen. “Is someone there with you?” I ask, panicked.

  “No, no, of course not. I’m not going to take my shirt off in front of anyone, anyone but you, anyway. It’s just, well, I’m nervous.”

  Of course she was, and damn it, I was too, but I needed a connection with her so badly. “I know baby, so am I. I’ve never done this before,’’ she nods, her teeth take her bottom lip in between them and I almost combust, she was a vixen, without even trying, “it’s okay honey, let’s just talk, but I’ll have you know, I’m counting down the hours till you’re once again in my arms, where you belong.”

  “I am too, Elliot, so much so,” she left her top of the remainder of the phone call, and I gentl
y massaged my cock, prolonging the effect she had on me, until we ended the call, then I rubbed one out, calling out her name as I climaxed.

  Then the day finally fucking arrived, the flight from London to New York was delayed by four hours, but as soon as I was in my seat heading towards here in Nashville, I felt like a kid at Christmas, and not just because I was going to unwrap the best gift of my entire life tonight. I was going to be with her again, and I had rearranged everything in New York so that I wouldn’t be needed for at least a

  I took my phone out and hit dial, “Hello Sweetheart.”

  “Elliot, hi. When do you fly in?” her voice coming through, excitement evident. I smiled immediately.

  “I’m about to board the plane now, just getting ready for take-off,” I said, looking at my watch. ”I’ll be there in a few hours, and I’ll meet you at Belle Meade.” I paused, looking around to make sure no one was within hearing distance. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper. “And once we are done there, I’m taking you to bed to make agonizingly slow love to you.” I imagined her cheeks going bright red, the way they often do when we have been making out.

  “I am very much looking forward to that, babe, believe me.” My cock twitches within the constraints of my pants. “I’ll see you at the house in a few hours. I love you.”

  “And I love you too sweetheart, more than you will ever know.” It was true. The love I felt for her was so powerful, I doubt she would ever know the full extent. Then, I ended the call.

  As soon as we were in Nashville, I shot her a quick text message:

  I’m heading out there now from the airport, I’m no more than twenty minutes behind you. I cannot wait to see you and hold you in my arms, be prepared, I’ve missed you, baby.

  For what I had planned for her, we wouldn’t be sleeping for a solid twenty-four hours. I needed to worship her body, until my eyes couldn’t stay open any longer.