England or Bust

by Georgiana Louis

  “I… I caught him cheating on me.”

  That got Rob’s attention and he felt his eyebrows rise high on his forehead. Her parents killed in a tragic accident, and then her boyfriend cheats on her in such a way to make the poor woman want to flee the country she lives in? Wounded didn’t even cover this girl.

  He said the first thing that popped into his head. “What a wanker.”

  Michelle’s mouth dropped open in shock and Rob picked up his burger again, grateful to have something to do with his hands. He felt suddenly restless, and annoyed.

  “It’s true. Number one, you are lovely and you’re beautiful, so any guy would be crazy to cheat on you. And number two… well.” His brain wasn’t working as she continued to look at him like she wanted him to hold her tight. What else could he say? “Well, that’s pretty much it.”

  He took another bite of his burger, a blush heating his cheeks because of the intense stare she was giving him. Maybe he should blame it on the wine? He wasn’t usually quite so honest.

  Michelle picked up her burger, her appetite obviously returning. “Where are you travelling to, Rob?”

  Thank you! He silently thanked her for diverting the conversation into easier waters and the heat in his cheeks started to recede.

  “I’ve got a month planned in the U.S. I needed a break.” God, was that the truth. He felt like he had been working nonstop for ten years. Which he pretty much had.

  “A month? So you’ll be away for Christmas?”

  Rob took another sip of wine and grimaced at the memory of his family’s response to that piece of news. “Yeah, mum wasn’t too rapt about that. Christmas is a pretty big deal to my family.”

  She dropped her head and looked at her meal. “Yeah. It used to be in my family too. The tree, the huge lunch, everyone around.”

  Rob swallowed the lump in his throat. Why did this woman’s pain cause a physical response in him? It was a relief in a way. He had often wondered if he had killed off a lot of his emotions, deadened himself too much in the pursuit of being a good doctor. Obviously not.

  Rob cleared his throat and continued. “With my line of work, you take holidays when you can. So Christmas will just have to be a huge meal where ever I find myself in America.”

  “That sounds good. You’re travelling by yourself?” Michelle glanced up as she asked the question. She looked curious now.

  Rob couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He may as well address the obvious questions now.

  “Yes. I don’t have a wife or girlfriend to drag me around, so I just decided to pack my bags and see where life led me.”

  He tossed over the wisdom of saying what was on his mind, but almost a bottle of wine later, he wasn’t playing safe.

  “And life seems to have led me to you. So I’m pretty rapt at the moment.”

  Michelle blushed and dropped her eyes, the prettiest picture he had ever seen.

  “Where are you staying tonight Rob?” She asked, pushing her half eaten burger away from her and picking up her glass of wine.

  The second bottle was half gone and Rob was feeling the effects. His inhibitions were lowered, yet he knew exactly what he was doing.

  “I have no idea. I saw some of the airport staff pulling out mattresses and blankets and things. Do you want to go find one and camp out on the floor with me?”

  Michelle dropped her eyes again and Rob’s stomach clenched painfully. Maybe that had been the wrong thing to suggest. He shouldn’t have been so forward.

  “Well, you don’t have to of course.”

  Michelle shook her head. “No, that’s not what I was thinking.”

  Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and wet her full bottom lip. Rob’s belly tightened once again. He glanced at the bottle of wine and decided he didn’t need another glass, he was already too relaxed. He had to say something to ease the awkwardness of the moment.

  “Look Michelle, I understand that after what has recently happened to you, it must be hard to trust anyone. Especially a strange man you’ve never met, but I promise you can trust me. I’ve never intentionally hurt anyone in my life and I’m not about to start.”

  Michelle’s beautiful green eyes filled with tears and she blinked rapidly to dispel them.

  He waited for her to recover, a knot of fear wrapping around his stomach until she smiled at him and that feeling disappeared as though it had never been.

  “Ah… I… Thank you.”

  She cleared her throat loudly and fidgeted a little with her napkin.

  The waitress placed their bill down on the edge of the table and Rob retrieved his wallet and threw a note down.

  “Thanks so much.” He pushed it back at the waitress.

  “No, I want to pay half.” Michelle’s strong protest was exactly what Rob had been expecting and it made him even more determined to win.

  He shook his head. “No way, you saved me from a nightmare dinner out with the masses. Plus, you’ll soon learn two things about me. I never let a woman pay for dinner, and I work too much. I’m pretty easy about everything else.”

  Michelle slowly put her purse away and stared at him for a long moment. “What do you do?”

  Rob sighed, work seemed so far away at the moment and he kind of liked it that way.

  “I’m a doctor. A surgeon actually.”

  He held his breath as Michelle’s eye brows rose high whilst she processed that piece of information. He hated this part. Waiting for someone’s response to his job. Then she smiled her cute little smile and said the last thing he expected to hear.

  “I’m a scrubs nurse. At Royal Melbourne.”

  Rob laughed, it was comical. Almost like a bad joke. “Well then you know what sort of hours we do.”

  She nodded. “Yes, what’s your speciality?”

  Rob grinned, he couldn’t believe his luck in finding a woman who didn’t go all gaga over the whole ‘doctor’ thing. “Ortho, but stop trying to distract me. I still want to know what you were thinking before.”

  Michelle pushed herself out of her booth and stood up on shaky legs.

  Rob slid out and grabbed her hand to steady her. “Are you okay?”

  She giggled. “Yes, I just don’t usually drink this much.”

  She pointed to the second bottle. “I can’t drink anymore, do you want to finish it?”

  Rob shook his head. “No way.”

  He grinned at how relaxed she was and let his other hand rest on her waist. She didn’t flinch, she actually moved closer. “I don’t usually drink that much either, but it’s an unusual night.”

  Michelle nodded, her eyes shining mischievously. “Yes, a moment out of time.”

  Rob liked the sound of that and couldn’t help the way his eyes dropped to her lips. He became bolder. Maybe she would spend the night cuddling with him on a mattress somewhere.

  “Where are you going to stay tonight then?”

  She stepped a little closer and squeezed the hand he held. “I was lucky enough to get a hotel voucher. The one directly opposite the airport. Would you come back there with me?”

  Rob’s brain did a double take and his mouth dropped open. Had she just said what he thought she had? His body leapt at the idea, screaming hell yes! at him, but his brain held the reins, he couldn’t take advantage of her now.

  Three

  Michelle’s brain was happily swimming in enough red wine, to make sure all of her insecurities were on the floor beneath her flat black boots.

  Wow, Rob’s even yummier up close. Tall, over six foot and broader across the chest than she had first thought.

  He was frowning at her though. Why is he frowning?

  She reached up a hand and used her fingers to smooth the wrinkles from his brow. The frown disappeared immediately and she liked the idea that he would respond so quickly to her touch.

  “Why the face?”

  Rob squeezed her hand. “You know I would love to, but I think we’ve both had too much to drink.”


  Michelle’s disappointment was keen, slicing through her like a knife. She dropped her hands away from him. How could she have been so wrong? It was the first time she had ever taken the initiative in a sexual situation and she had been shot down.

  “I’m sorry. I thought you might want to.”

  Rob stepped closer and pulled her into his arms, bending forward so that he could whisper into her ear.

  “I do want to, so badly.” Michelle shivered at the caress of his lips and hot breath against her ear. He then pressed his pelvis into her and she felt the hardness beneath his jean fly. Michelle gasped and pressed herself closer. This was what she needed, to feel wanted.

  “So come back to the room with me.”

  Rob pulled her tighter still, both of his hands gripping her waist. “But if I go back to your room with you, I’ll want to make love to you.”

  Michelle dropped her head and kissed Rob’s neck. “I want that too.”

  Rob stilled, his hands and body freezing. Michelle counted her heart beats as she waited. One. Two. Three.

  He finally spoke. “Let’s go, we’ll talk more on the way.”

  Michelle nodded, a shiver passing over her once again as he interlinked their fingers and picked up his back pack from the seat.

  Gripping her own bag tightly, Michelle forced her legs to move and walk beside the man she had just picked up for a one night stand. She was having a one night stand!

  They raced through the airport. Michelle clung to Rob’s side, his protective arm cradling her as they moved. There were people everywhere. Whole families camped out on the floor. Michelle felt guilty, horrible even. She had a comfortable bed to sleep in and these people didn’t.

  Then her horror of a year returned in flashes. Inside her mind she saw her parents’ funeral, the way the shiny black caskets had caught the sunlight as they had been lowered into the ground. Then, as though she were her own director, her brain cut to a scene showing her walking in on her boyfriend in bed with someone else.

  Shaking her head to clear the images she resolutely kept walking. She needed this one night more than anything. She had been so close to giving up on everything lately, this was the first time she had felt alive in months.

  By the time they had stopped to use the bathroom and checked in, Michelle’s head had cleared a little. The old insecurities were back. Rob was older, successful and gorgeous. Why would he want her? She began to wring her hands and shifted her weight from foot to foot, maybe she should head back to the airport and let Rob use the bed?

  Rob slipped the card into the slot and pushed open the door. Michelle stumbled in and threw her bag onto the bed side table. No, she couldn’t run away. Maybe she should drink more wine to dull some of the fears that had arisen?

  “Michelle…” Rob’s smooth voice made her turn as she stared sightlessly at the bed.

  She turned to see him studying her with his intense blue eyes.

  “I don’t want you to regret this.”

  Michelle turned fully and stared right back at him. Was he kidding? Taking a deep breath, she pushed her worries aside, switching off her inner critic.

  “Rob, I may have had more than I should have to drink, but I’m not drunk. The only thing I will regret, is me not making love to you.”

  Her cheeks flushed crimson once again. Whoever this fearless woman was who had emerged, Michelle liked her. She unzipped her black cotton cardigan and dropped it on to the floor.

  Rob pulled his own grey sweat shirt over his head, revealing glimpses of beautifully tanned skin.

  “Are you sure?”

  Michelle wanted to stomp her foot in frustration but instead, held out her arms. He walked straight into them and cupped her face in both of his hands.

  His blue eyes searched hers as though seeking the truth before he sealed their promise with a kiss.

  His lips were soft yet insistent as they coaxed hers apart and his tongue slipped inside. She moaned, low in her throat and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

  His hands dropped away from her face, yet his lips remained, as he reached down to her waist band and tugged at her T-shirt.

  Michelle braced herself for the next part. I wish I put on prettier underwear this morning! Lifting her arms, she allowed Rob to pull her top off.

  He returned to kiss her immediately, caressing the skin at the base of her spine in long strokes. It was soothing and erotic all at once.

  Michelle wanted him naked, now.

  She pulled at Rob’s white T-shirt and broke their lips apart so that he would help. With a crooked smile he pulled his top over his own head and Michelle stared. Wow. He had taut pecs, huge shoulders and the flattest stomach Michelle had ever seen in real life.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  Rob chuckled and began to undo her jeans. “No, you’re beautiful. And I can’t wait to see more of you.”

  Impatient and confident in his need for her, Michelle brushed aside his hands. She pulled her own jeans, boots and socks off.

  Rob followed her lead until they were both in their underwear.

  Michelle knew what would happen next, a little petting and he would be inside her. With her ex, sex had not always been pleasant, but Michelle could feel her need for Rob, her body wet and ready. It’s wouldn’t be the same as it had always been with her ex.

  She pulled back the covers on the double bed and lay down on the further side.

  Rob stared at her for a moment, so Michelle patted the bed next to her. What was he waiting for?

  He crawled onto the bed and pushed her flat, his heavy weight welcome. His skin was hot and soft, his muscles hard beneath her hands. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him with all the passion she could muster.

  His tongue plundered her mouth, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

  Michelle allowed the storm to carry her away and didn’t fight him when he pulled back to slide her underwear down her legs.

  She arched her back and undid her bra, opening her legs and holding out her arms. Oh crap.

  “Have you got any protection?”

  Rob was busy looking his fill of her full breasts, soft tummy and fleshy thighs. His blue eyes looked very pleased. Thank God for that!

  “Yes.” He crawled back off the bed and pulled out two rubbers from his jeans pocket. “I bought a couple from the men’s toilet.”

  “Thank you.” Michelle could not express her true gratitude to a man who actually cared and had the forethought to do something about it. She was still on the pill, but the extra protection was needed too.

  Rob crawled back onto the bed and lay between her legs, kissing her lightly on the mouth. “No problem sweet heart. You can trust me to look after you, remember?”

  The words weren’t lost on her, but she was too turned on to really take in their full meaning. Michelle wiggled, Rob’s cloth-covered erection digging into the wet, sensitive flesh between her legs.

  “Why do you still have your jocks on?”

  Rob laughed and moved down her body. “Because they will stop me from rushing this.”

  Michelle frowned, what did he mean? “But, I’m ready now.”

  Rob dropped his head and kissed her right nipple. She gasped, flames of pleasure licking their way down her belly. Her hands automatically rose and her fingers threaded into his thick brown hair, enjoying the sensuous feel as well as the need to hold him close.

  “I have a feast in front of me. I’m not rushing to dessert.”

  Rob dropped his head once again and sucked her nipple straight into his mouth. Michelle gasped and arched her back, pleasure spearing through her. Tears sprang to her eyes and she squeezed them shut as a wave of overwhelming emotion buffeted her system. This was what she had been missing; someone who cared about her pleasure. Where had he been all her life?

  He moved his mouth to the other nipple and Michelle’s fingers tightened in Rob’s hair, holding him tightly to her.

  He was in no hurry and neither w
as she now as she stroked his skull, enjoying the feel of his soft hair under her fingertips. Rob suckled and licked, then bit down until she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed.

  “Please Rob, now.” She was panting, her belly tight with wanting. She had never felt like this with a lover before. She wanted him inside her as soon as possible.

  He laughed and looked up at her, his blue eyes sparkling with pleasure. “I’m going to make you cum first.”

  Michelle shook her head, getting frustrated with him. This was all nice, but she wanted to feel him within her. Needed that connection. “No, it takes too long. Please, I want you now.”

  Rob frowned and she blushed, why was he looking at her like that?

  “We have all night Michelle. Just relax for me, I’m not going anywhere.”

  And with that infuriating statement his head descended to a place no man had kissed before.

  One swipe of his tongue across her sensitive, swollen clit and she grabbed handfuls of the sheet on either side of her body. “Oh my God!”

  She felt, rather than heard, Rob’s vibrating chuckle against her inner thigh, as he continued to love her body. His tongue flicked across her clit over and over, the pressure inside her building with each stroke. She gasped and panted, her belly shuddering in pre-orgasmic spasms. He moved closer and suckled on the nub, one of his long fingers, tracing her entrance before pressing slowly into her welcoming body.

  Michelle arched her back on pure instinct and dug her fingers into Rob’s head. Her body tightened to breaking point and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out.

  “Rob… I…” He suckled her clit harder and curled his fingers to hit her G-spot.

  Her eyes squeezed shut and light enveloped her. She let go, tightening her legs around his strong shoulders, she threw her head back and screamed as the coiled spring inside her released.

  Michelle came so hard, the spasms of her sheath rippling over and over. Feral sounds ripped from her throat as her body convulsed. She had no control over it, pleasure saturating every limb of her body until she slowly floated back down into her body and found Rob still gently lapping at her flesh.

  He kissed her inner thigh, then moved over to the bedside table. She felt strangely bereft to have him so far away and yet she was too sated to move.