He picks up the pace as his hips ricochet from my ass and then back again in rhythm as I dig my heels in and press back into him time and time again as he owns me over and over and over again.
His dick inside me feels so rough, so hard, but so right. My entire body feels something I’ve never experienced, and couldn’t even consider putting into words.
I’m a wet, sloppy mess as his cock continues to drill into me over and over and over again.
“Please,” I moan, but I’m not sure what for, what it is I want. He’s giving me everything I’ve ever wanted…the only thing I’ve ever wanted.
Him.
I whimper as my legs slide out wider and then my thighs start to shake. I haven’t even come yet, and I’m already so satisfied it’s unbelievable.
But still I want more. I’m a contradiction. Satisfied, but hungry. I’m hungry for him and I know I’ll never get enough.
“Come in my pussy, Lachlan. Fill me with your seed.”
“Oh fuck!” he moans. “You’re…going…to…get…all…of…it,” he says, each word lining up with a thrust. “Every fucking last…drop!” he roars and suddenly he buries himself even deeper inside me still, his hips bucking against my ass as he fills me with his load.
I come undone instantly, my whole body shaking as I unleash on his cock.
“Ut…uh…uh,” he moans as aftershocks from the earthquake that just went off continue to paint my womb with his hot, white ropes.
I feel like I’m inside a washing machine, or at the bottom of a shallow part of the ocean’s floor, with a wave crashing over me, just throwing me around like I’m on spin cycle.
For a moment it’s like I leave my own body, having a complete out of body experience as everything goes numb, but I’m welcomed right back when I feel another geyser erupt inside me, reminding me how real this all is. Reminding me that we could be creating a life, and a life together…the life I’ve always wanted.
Suddenly his body stills and immediately I feel his chest against my back as he releases my hair and wraps his arms around me from behind, cloaking me in a protective hold. I feel safe, loved, and perfect. Complete for the first time ever.
I twist my neck back over my shoulder and before I even get it all the way around he’s kissing me softly as we fall back down to earth together from the height we just reached.
“That was incredible,” I whisper into his mouth.
“You are incredible.”
Knowing I’ve reduced this incredibly strong, powerful, athletic man to this…that I’ve taken everything he had to offer, every last inch should makes me feel powerful, but this isn’t about that. Something changes inside me and the feeling of me being the one who’s been hunting him changes. Now I feel like…we truly are one.
Like this was meant to be.
Like everything I did leading up to this point was okay.
Because I know everything is perfect now, and that includes his thoughts about what we’ve just become. One.
His lips gently leave mine and I see his lids drop to half-mast, before they slowly reopen.
“Only a week here in Oz, huh?” he says softly, his dick still buried inside me.
“That’s what the ticket says.”
“You didn’t hear the news?”
“What news?”
“Your flight just got cancelled.”
“Oh, it did, did it?” I can’t help but smile.
“You better believe it. And it got cancelled permanently.”
“How will I ever get home then?”
“This is your home now…because you’re mine.”
CHAPTER 15
Elena
Five days later
The next few days are beyond awkward.
My brother is careful to slide in and out of his apartment without making a single sound. I’m sure he’d deny it if I confronted him, but how can I confront him when I don’t see him?
I’m not about to knock on his door incessantly, although I haven’t totally given up hope of catching him at his apartment.
He needs more time to calm down. I know him. The question is, do we have enough?
I’m scheduled to leave tomorrow night after the surf contest and my brother will return to North Carolina a couple weeks after.
The last thing I want to do is let this linger until he gets back to Kill Devil Hills. That’s a month from now and that’s a long time to be mad at someone. I’m also worried about this becoming the “new normal” and this bad blood between us to carry forward into other parts of our lives. We need to nip this in the bud sooner rather than later.
But sooner is exactly when I need to tell Lachlan the truth about why I came to Australia. I feel like he has to know. The guilt is eating away at me, but I know if I explain my motive to him and how I set up our first meeting it could bring down everything we have.
And we have so much.
Even after just these few days our bond seems unbreakable. We tease each other about everything and have been attached at the hip all week. Lachlan asked me if I knew he used to ride a kangaroo to school, to which I told him that Americans don’t actually think that. Australians think that Americans think that.
What Americans actually think is that a lot of Aussies have kangaroos as pets, which isn’t quite as absurd, but not too far off either.
And speaking of kangaroos I’d jump over the moon for this man. He’s brought me so much fun in my life this past week I’ve completely forgot about my problems back home. When I’m with him everything is perfect and no one else exists but the two of us, of course until we return to his place and the knowledge that my brother is just across the hall lingers in the air.
The few times I’ve tried to knock on his door there’s never an answer. It’s not completely out of the realm of possibilities to think he might be sleeping on the beach for a few days. He really wants to win that surf competition and get on tour. That and I know after our parents were tragically killed he did something similar. He just slept on the shore for about a week straight, surfing non-stop. I saw him out there a few times. The way he was riding was violent, aggressive, and angry. I wasn’t about to get in his way, nor could I. He’s much better in the water than I am.
But I have found out this week that I’m better than I could have imagined. Lachlan took me surfing a couple times in very small waves and was very patient with me. He pushed me into waves and made sure I was having fun and kept safe. Of course when we finished up and it was time to slip out of our rashguards, he managed to find some secluded areas where we could slip on our clothes.
Sex in his apartment is one thing, an incredible thing. I love him taking me from behind while I’m looking out over the city, but none of it registering because I’m so lost in the moment.
Sex by the South Pacific Ocean is another thing entirely. It’s so much more animalistic, yet natural at the same time. It feels fun and dangerous, which is how I think of him.
But nothing compares to when we lie in his bed for long stretches of time, sharing secrets about life as we slowly make love, talking about the family we want to have together.
“Ready?” Lachlan asks. I nod and go up on my tiptoes to give him a big kiss as he pulls my body into his. I swear I just want to melt into him every time he does that. Scratch that…all the time, not just in those moments.
He takes my hand and leads me to the garage underneath his building to his motorcycle. He gets on and then helps me on the back.
After our helmets are on we’re off.
I don’t know where we’re going other than to “catch the sunset.” I want to catch all the sunsets forever, with him.
And I want to catch this memory, so I bring along a small day backpack with my phone so I can snap some shots. I’ve only ever fallen in love once, and know it’s going to stay that way forever. As much as I’m experiencing and living in the moment right now I need to make some memories…even though I have no idea what tonight has in store.
It doesn’t matter. Every minute with him is the adventure of a lifetime.
CHAPTER 16
Elena
Lachlan moves through traffic assertively, but safely. It’s a rush that I can’t explain as I hold onto him from behind as the rumble from his bike between my legs just fires me up more and more for him to be the one in-between my thighs, making me shake.
We approach the beach, but instead of parking, he pulls down a trail and then onto some thick, packed sand closer to the water.
We ride along the sand and I feel it being thrown behind us, some of it hitting me in the back. Now I know why he gave me a baseball style T-shirt to wear. It’s white with black sleeves, but it’s not going to be white when we’re done down here.
I feel so free as we move along the shoreline, almost as if we’re racing the waves. Something comes over me and I shoot my hands up to the sky and just scream. It’s a rush, as so many emotions from inside me come out. This feeling of freedom is something I can’t explain, and only experience with him.
He moves the bike in a half circle and pulls to a stop. We remove our helmets and he helps me off the bike and then back on, but this time I’m facing him and sitting in his lap.
He pulls me in tight and I lean back, my hands behind me on the handlebars as I face the wrong direction…at least if the bike was moving. But right now the only thing moving is his cock, which I can clearly feel twitching in his pants underneath me.
“Let me take a picture real quick,” I say, reaching for my phone.
I pull it out and hold it up, taking a shot of him looking out to sea with the coastline slicing through the background. I realize I brought my other phone, and not the one I’d been using. I must have grabbed the wrong one.
“Let me get one of you,” he says, grabbing the phone and taking some of me. I “model” for him, feeling special and pretty as he calls me beautiful and tells me how amazing I look in the sunset and how my eyes are almost a different shade as the amber hues hit us from the side.
“Let me see,” I say.
He lowers the phone so we can both see and clicks on the gallery icon. We scroll through them, laughing and smiling, and then take some more.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I say.
He takes a few more and then goes to look, but stops, giving me a teasing face with one eyebrow raised.
“Ahhh, look at this. Another person who has Instagram, but doesn’t admit it. An InstaStalker!” he laughs.
My chest tightens at the truth of his words. Words he doesn’t even know are true.
“Give me that,” I say, lunging for my phone but he holds it back.
“Ah…ah…ah,” he says, holding it high. “Let’s see who you were stalking but are too worried about them finding out.”
He keeps the phone high as I swipe at it, and clicks on the icon.
“Following one?” he says, and then he sees it. “You were following…”
My stomach feels tight and I think I might get sick. “And you’ve been a member for a couple years now,” he says in disbelief.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you.”
He looks at me in a way he never has. It’s not quite distrust, but it’s more a curiosity, but one that holds a lot of questions.
“Why were you keeping this a secret?”
“I have to be honest with you.”
“As we always should be with each other, right?”
I wring my hands out as I try and begin, but can’t find the words to start.
“Just say it.”
“I’m…kind of obsessed with you.”
“I’m obsessed with you too, my little devil. You know that.”
“Now you are, yes. But I was obsessed…for awhile.”
“For two years?”
I nod.
He just sits there, completely still.
“Talk to me. Say something.”
He raises a finger telling me to wait.
But I can’t wait. This could be it. This could be the moment everything unravels, the moment he tugs on the end of that string and my whole world falls apart.
“Did your brother know?”
“No. No one. I think if I had told him he would have freaked out. I mean he did freak out as you saw. He’s not even talking to us.”
“So you did this so your brother wouldn’t know?”
“I can’t explain exactly why I did it. I mean, that’s how obsessions work, right?”
“So this is serious?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m in deep.”
“So you…stalked me?”
“Kind of.”
He hands me the phone back and looks out at the ocean.
I take it and shove it in my backpack, making a lot of noise needing to hear something, anything other than silence.
“This is pretty messed up. Pretty crazy,” he says.
“I’m sorry, Lachlan. Please,” I say reaching for him until he finally turns to face me. “Please don’t leave me now.”
“Leave you?” he says, taking my face in his hands. “Do you know how many girls just want me for one night? How many girls are just trying to have my baby to get pregnant…stuff like that? I mean you saw those two girls at the swimming pool. That’s my life. Girls like that. Lazy women who just want a piece of me. You? Your need for me is so deep it defines you. You did everything you could to put yourself in my path so we could meet. Is finding that out now unsettling and unnerving? Yeah, in some ways absolutely. But knowing that you’re that committed to me is kind of sexy as hell in a f’ed up way too? Yeah it sure is. You know why?”
I shake my head.
“Because I’m just as obsessed with you. Once I went back to my apartment after we met in that cafe I was Googling everything I could about you. I was looking for you on social media…everything. And I know your brother. I know despite the way he’s acting right now he’s a good guy. People from North Carolina are nice, simple people. I’ve met a lot from my two surf contests there and I know this to be true. I don’t need complications or difficulties in my life. One of the many reasons we’re together is because we literally are obsessed with each other. I don’t see it in a bad way, not when it comes to us. Neither of us is standing outside the other’s window wielding an axe. It’s just that we want each other more than anything else in this world, and isn’t that how love’s supposed to work? Obsession is a basic human emotion if you find the right one. And you may have figured that out before me, but I caught up really quick. I’m just as obsessed with you as you are with me.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, black, velvet box.
My hands jerk up to my face, as he opens it and a huge diamond sits atop a lovely gold ring.
“I’m obsessed with you, beautiful, and I’m not ever letting you go. Marry me and stay with me in paradise forever as we create a paradise of our own.”
I don’t even know what to say as a wave of emotions hits me. I’m completely frozen, and his eyes are completely transfixed on me.
“Yes!” I finally yell. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
He slides the ring on my finger and pulls me in tight for a kiss that’s as possessive as the pull of the ocean.
“Mine,” he says.
“Mine,” I say.
“And now you’re officially mine to love forever, but you were always mine. And I’m glad you knew it before I did and took action to make it happen so that this moment could happen now, the one that changes my life and your life forever and makes the rest of our journey our life.”
“As one,” I say.
“Always and forever.”
CHAPTER 17
Lachlan
The next day
I haven’t seen or heard from Eric for days and haven’t been able to reach him either. His phone is off, all calls going straight to voicemail.
We arrive at the surf contest knowing that Eric will be here. He wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Mid-morning is when his heat begins, but w
e don’t see him in the water. Then, very strangely, we see a red rashguard paddle into the lineup from a strange direction. He didn’t enter from the shore like the rest of the competitors, but instead must have somehow registered early this morning and then left and just now came back.
He’s definitely trying to avoid us and by the way he’s paddling and how he quickly takes his first wave he’s definitely in the zone.
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