A Chance On Love (A World Apart Book 1)

by Laura B. Martinez

  Securing my knees on either side of his thighs I lift up, reaching back I take him in hand and give him a quick stroke before positioning him at my entrance. I’m dying to feel all of him, but I lower myself onto him slowly enjoying the feel of every inch, every vein rubbing my inner walls.

  “Mmm, feels so feckin good. Shite,” I breathe, throwing my head back bowing my back as I move up and down, slowly taking more of him with every pass. By the time I’ve taken all of him we’re both a sweaty, panting mess. With his arms around my torso I move slowly taking him inside me, my muscles clench and squeeze as I work myself over him.

  “Ah, Christ. Kaitlyn. So fuckin’ tight, baby. Ride me faster,” he groans in my ear, licking and kissing my neck and shoulder.

  I pick up my pace, slamming myself down on him. I feel another orgasm fast approaching. I whimper throwing my arms around his neck.

  “Are. You. Gonna. Come. For. Me. Again?” He pants, as my ass slams against his legs.

  “Yes. God, yes….I’m so clo…Oh, fuck,” I scream convulsing in his arms, my head spinning, my legs locking as my pussy clamps down on his throbbing cock.

  “Ahh, yeah. Fuckin’ milk me, baby,” I hear Leo’s yell as he slams me down on him three more times before stilling behind me.

  We sit in silence for a few minutes enjoying the afterglow, both breathing heavily, and slick with sweat.

  “That was the best sexual experience of my life.” Leo murmurs into my neck sounding tired, I think we’re both tired after our walk and workout.

  “C’mon, bedtime,” I whisper and groan when I feel him twitch inside me. “Have you not had enough already?” I ask looking at him over my shoulder.

  “Never,” he whispers kissing my lips.

  I smile happily as we clean up and put the fire out, I’m ready to pass out when we finally get into bed. I curl up on his chest and yawn.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day by the way,” I say and we both laugh.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Goodnight,” he whispers kissing my head.

  Chapter 17

  LEO

  There’s a moment when you’re between sleep and wakefulness. In that brief moment, I thought I’d dreamt everything. That is until I feel Kaitlyn’s warm body against mine and her scent assaults me. It wasn’t a dream. I’m here with her, last night was one of the best nights of my life.

  “Wake up, baby.” She stirs, moaning. I know it’s early but I only have one day left with her and I don’t want to waste a moment of it. She snuggles deeper into my chest and sighs.

  Changing my mind, I decide to let Kaitlyn sleep some more and do something special. Kissing her lips softly, I slowly pull away and almost fall off the bed.

  Grabbing a pair of sweatpants, I make my way toward the bathroom and take a quick shower. My muscles instantly relax as the hot spray hits my body. It feels amazing and I lean forward and stay there a few extra minutes just to enjoy it.

  After my shower I head downstairs, into the kitchen and start the coffee machine, smiling, thinking of how sweet it was of Kaitlyn to have this here just for me.

  I’m not used to eating breakfast in the morning, coffee is the way I start day but I know Kaitlyn will be hungry and breakfast in bed sounds delicious. Especially if I’m gonna be enjoying her for breakfast.

  “What are you doing?” Kaitlyn asks from the doorway.

  When I turn around, my pulse picks up. She’s wearing my Star Wars t-shirt, only my t-shirt. She looks sexy as fuck. I wonder if she’s wearing panties, I’d sure enjoy taking it off her gorgeous body and finding out. My dick twitches, and I suddenly feel the urge to change the fruit and biscotti’s for a real Italian breakfast.

  “Wow, you look even more delicious in the morning.” Kaitlyn giggles and walks to where I’m standing, the knife I was using to spread some jam on the biscotti still in hand.

  “Good morning,” she wraps her arms around my torso and my cock goes rock hard.

  “Morning, how did you sleep?” I ask.

  “It was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time,” she smiles sweetly at me. “Why did you leave me?”

  Her words strike me. I know what she means but this makes me think of how I’ll have to leave her soon. I’m not ready for that yet.

  “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, baby.” I wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me. “But you look so hot right now, I think I’d rather have you for breakfast.”

  Have you heard about the real Italian breakfast? It’s a popular joke, saying we Italians have a traditional breakfast of sex and espresso, FYI that’s completely true.

  “No, no,” she pulls away from me. “You said you were making me breakfast, so It’s my turn to eat you up.”

  A groan escapes my mouth when I feel her palms slide down my naked torso only stopping at the edge of my sweatpants. Her fingers dip below my waistband, the tips of her fingers teasing me with soft strokes across my heated skin.

  “I thought you wanted breakfast?” I ask breathlessly. I’m two seconds away from laying her across the table and fucking her into next week.

  “I do,” she whispers kissing her way down my chest as she drops to her knees in front of me. I hear the clang of the butter knife hitting the floor as I brace myself on the worktop.

  She looks up at me licking her lips as she lowers my sweatpants and my cock falls heavily into her waiting palm. I groan when her small hand tightens around me, stroking me steadily. She works me just enough to drive me crazy and have me begging.

  “Christ,” I mutter, weaving my fingers through her hair, silently begging with my eyes to take me in. Smiling, she licks my cock from base to tip before taking half of me into her scorching mouth. I groan, watching as her hands and mouth work me over, her little whimpers vibrating against the head of my cock, have my hands tightening in her hair.

  “Ah, that’s it,” I grunt as she sucks harder, her hand working the base of my cock furiously. Her other hand massages my balls, and as she pulls me into her throat; it’s game over. Grabbing the back of her head, I hold her still as I take over fucking her mouth. She moans loudly around my dick and I come hard; her name reverberating off the kitchen walls.

  She keeps on licking and sucking making sure she’s drained every drop from my now spent body. My chest heaves, as I pull my sweats up and lean back against the work surface. My legs are too weak to hold me up, I slide to the floor relishing the cold wood against the sweaty, feverish skin of my back.

  I take her face between my hands and kiss her. My tongue invading her mouth, I growl tasting myself on her tongue.

  “Get your fine ass on that table,” I command. Gasping she quickly scrambles off the floor, not fast enough. I’m off the floor and bending her over the table before she can even lay her hands on it.

  “Maybe, I should take you like this,” I whisper grinding into her backside, her whimper has my cock standing to attention.

  “Mmm, as fantastic as that sounds I’m rather hungry,” I say, laying open mouthed kisses along her neck. Her body shudders at my words, her moan is music to my ears.

  Spinning her around I lift her by the waist onto the table and step between her bare legs. “Have I told you just how sexy you look in nothing but my Star Wars t-shirt?” I ask sliding my hands along her thighs.

  “N-no,” she stutters, her breathing choppy.

  “I wonder if you have any panties under here.” I glide my hands across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs all the way up until I encounter nothing but a smooth, wet, bare pussy. “Mmm, come prepared, did we?” I ask sucking on her neck.

  “Ahh,” she shouts, her legs squeezing my thighs as my thumbs brush along her pussy. Fuck, she’s dripping. My mouth waters, wanting to taste her, to sate the hunger riding me.

  “Lay back,” I whisper as I drop to the floor, my hands pull her hips closer. Unable to hold back any longer I bury my head between her legs, tracing her lips with the tip of my tongue, flicking her clit, teasing her. Christ, just a taste
and I’m ready to explode. Her moans ring throughout the kitchen, I groan my approval when her hands dive into my hair pulling me into her as her hips grind against my face. I give in and suck her clit between my lips, constantly flicking my tongue over the bud, until her legs shake and clamp around my head. I hear her scream and release her clit. I drive my tongue into her clenching pussy, her juices slide over my taste buds and I groan licking into her furiously. Wanting, needing more.

  “I-I can’t. Not again,” she whispers shaking her head, exhausted. With the last bit of strength, I carry her upstairs.

  Holy fuck.That was intense. Kaitlyn decided to take a shower, and while I’d love to join her I don’t think my legs would hold me up. So here I am lying in her bed, I’m still flying high from what just happened in her kitchen. I’m sure I’ll never look at breakfast time the same way.

  “What do you feel like doing today?” I ask. She exits her bathroom still drying her hair with a fluffy towel. She goes to her vanity, grabs a cute little comb and starts untangling her hair.

  “I was thinking maybe we could go out sightseeing? Or maybe you’d like to buy some gifts for your family?”

  She’s so sweet, but all I can think of is how I’m planning to get her now perfectly brushed hair messy all over again.

  “Actually, I’d like to stay right where I am. With you.” My eyes roam all over her body, thanking all the fashion Gods for inventing the cute little tank top and shorts she’s wearing right now. “Come here.” She doesn’t hesitate and climbs on the bed and straddles my lap. “This is our last day together, what do you say if we stay here and watch a movie?”

  Her smile drops for a moment but then she beams at me. “I have a better idea,” she says excitedly.

  “Do tell.” I caress her neck.

  “Have you watched Arrow? It’s one of my favourite shows and I think you’ll like it,” she closes her eyes and leans into my touch. “And Stephen Amell is so hot.”

  “I don’t want to watch it now,” I growl. “You’re mine and I’m not sharing you with that Stephen whatever.”

  Kaitlyn opens her eyes and her laughter fills the room. I’ll never tire of hearing her laugh.

  “Don’t be silly,” she says as her eyes sparkle. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

  Pulling her to me, I take her mouth. My kiss isn’t gentle, I want her to feel how much I want not just her body, but all of her, for as much time as we’ve got.

  We spend the rest of the morning watching her favourite show, it’s actually really good. Later that evening, I remind her that it’s not Stephen Whatever who’s in her bed right now, making love to her, worshiping every inch of her body.

  “Please don’t cry, baby.” The sad expression and tears running down Kaitlyn’s face breaks me.

  “I’m sorry, I know I’m being ridiculous right now but, it’s just…” She sobs making it impossible for her to continue.

  “These were the best days of my life, Kaitlyn.” Taking her face between my hands, I inch her closer and kiss her lips. Their sweet taste combined with her salty tears makes me want to stay. But I can’t.

  “I love you, Kaitlyn. I’ll come back.”

  “You promise?” She asks quietly.

  “I promise,” I assure her.

  After the most painful goodbye I’ve had in awhile, I go to my gate as my flight is called.

  This flight is taking forever. Well, that’s not actually true, I know it’s the same time it took for me to get to Ireland, to her. But somehow, this feels different, it feels wrong. I have a feeling something bad is about to happen but I try to wave that sentiment away, convincing myself that I’m only feeling this way because I left a part of myself with her, and now I’m incomplete.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I repeat the words “everything’s okay” over and over in my head.

  Little did I know, I was completely wrong.

  “I’m so sorry Leo, this is my fault,” Chrissy says for the millionth time. “I should’ve been more careful, this would never have happened if I...”

  “Chrissy, it was an accident. Accidents happen, believe me, I know.” I reassure her as we make our way out of the emergency room. “Let’s just get home and get some rest, you’ll see there’s nothing to worry about.” Famous last words.

  Since I got back to L.A. I’ve been tackling one incident after the other. The funny thing is that I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face every time I think of Kaitlyn or talk to her or message with her. Who would’ve thought I would find love in the most unlikely of places?

  “Leo Deluca?” A man’s voice pulls me back to reality and I look up to see him standing across the bar, where I was going through some bills.

  “Yes, how can I help you?”

  “You’ve been served,” he says as he hands me an envelope and then leaves.

  “What the hell?” My heart almost stops when I see the judge granting a request for an emergency hearing. A hearing that was schedule in a month now is happening in a week.

  “Fuck.” I curse loudly when I see that Chrissy’s parents were the ones who requested it.

  I don’t waste any time, I text her to come over and then I call my lawyer and tell him the same. This can’t be happening.

  As I wait for them to arrive, my phone pings, I know it’s Kaitlyn. She always messages me when she wakes up in the morning, takes a lunch break and before she goes to sleep, we talk for an hour or so.

  I debate whether I should answer, I’m dying to talk to her but right now, my mind is not in the right place.

  Kaitlyn: I think Mr. Willy misses you. He’s trying to steal the Yoda t-shirt you gifted me for himself.

  I smile, remembering how dirty she played to keep that old t-shirt. She wore it on our last day together, without anything underneath. I was a gonner, I gave her the t-shirt in a heartbeat. I can’t not answer her cute text, no matter how shitty I am right now.

  Me: Don’t let that evil thing anywhere near Yoda! I’m sorry baby, I’m a little busy right now but I’ll talk to you tonight. Love you.

  “What the hell do you mean there’s nothing you can do?” I bark out.

  “I’m sorry Leo, I’ve been trying to convince them to have a meeting and discuss this but their lawyer was pretty clear that they won’t agree to it.” Jake, my lawyer, tells me. I know he’s been on the phone since the moment he left my office yesterday but I’m feeling frustrated and I can’t hold my temper anymore.

  “Let me try to talk to them, Leo, I...I can try to explain it was my fault, I,” I cut Chrissy off.

  “No, no way. This wasn’t anyone’s fault, it was an accident and this is ridiculous.”

  Running a hand through my hair I ask. “What now, Jake?”

  He sighs, “My advice is, keep your cool. I’ll keep trying to arrange a meeting with them, and,” he looks at me and I know what he’s going to say isn’t good. “And prepare yourself.”

  “Prepare for what?” I ask tentatively.

  “One hell of a battle.”

  Jake told me I needed to start preparing and that’s exactly what I’ve doing, but this feels so surreal. I knew this moment would come, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. I spend hours talking to my family which doesn’t alleviate the massive headache I have, but I try to ‘keep my cool’.

  Things with Kaitlyn and I have been strained. I keep giving her vague answers, hoping she’ll stop messaging.

  I’m torn. I know this isn’t anyone’s fault but I can’t help but feel guilty for being selfish. I’ve been careful for almost two years, I’ve been working hard and my priorities have been always clear. But I had a moment of weakness, of want and now I have to pay the price. I just hope I don’t end up losing the most important thing in my life, my family, which now also includes Kaitlyn.

  Dropping on the couch I see my phone’s light indicating I have a message.

  Kaitlyn: This made me think of you.

  A pic of a guy being threatened by a cat shows up and I laugh. I start to t
ype: I wish you were here, but instead I go with: I miss you so much.

  Not two minutes have pass when my phone starts to ring.

  “Hey,” I answer.

  “Hi,” Kaitlyn sounds excited. “I miss you so much too, Leo.”

  I go silent. I wish I could tell her everything that’s happening, but it feels wrong. I don’t want to do this over the phone, I’m so stupid, I should’ve told her everything when I went to visit her. But I’m a stupid selfish asshole and I know I’ll lose her if I tell her. Maybe that’s why this is happening to me, maybe I’m being punished for not telling her the truth.

  “Leo, are you there?”

  “I’m here.”

  “What’s wrong? Are you busy?”

  “No, baby, I.” Shit, I can’t do this.

  “What’s wrong, Leo?”

  “I’m sorry. I have some stuff that I have to take care of and it’s messing with my head.” Fuck.

  “Anything I can do to help?”

  That pain in my chest that’s been a constant since I left Ireland intensifies as I hear her words. There’s nothing that I want more than to have her here, by my side, and yet, the realization of having her alone, makes me feel like I can conquer the world.

  “You’re already helping me, baby. Hearing you makes me feel so much better.” I take a deep breath.

  “Listen, I have to get back to work, but I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” I shake my head as I tell her another lie.

  “Okay, good luck with work.” She answers sweetly.

  “Thanks, baby.” I hang up without another word.

  What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t keep doing this to her. To hell with my fucking fear, I’ll call her tomorrow and tell her everything, I just hope she doesn’t end up hating me, that she can understand why I did what I did and she gives me a chance.