Boomerang Love

by Melissa Lopez

He groaned into her mouth. She caught his tongue in her mouth while his fingers toyed in her wet folds.

  Hayleigh cried out as his fingers shoved into her opening. His thumb flicked her clit over and over. All the while, they shared lingering kisses.

  On the brink of climax, her body quaked. She tensed as Cohen applied more pressure and another finger.

  Liquid heat swirled as the climax tore through her body.

  Once her body relaxed, he lifted his mouth from hers. “Better?”

  “Yes.” The edge of arousal had been taken off with expert care.

  She sighed as he moved away and licked his fingers clean. He started the engine. “Now, we can go some place and catch up.”

  Together, they worked to clean the fog they’d created from the front windows.

  The speeding pulse of her blood didn’t slow.

  Chapter Two

  Once he got out, he went around to the passenger door. Cohen helped Hayleigh climb out. Snaking a hand behind the front seat, he snatched up an old blanket. Shutting the door, he sent up silent thanks. How convenient to have a brother living in Sydney. Many times Ethan had shared the best spots with him, including all the secluded locales. The ones right for making out or spending private time.He tossed the blanket over his shoulder.

  Soft fingers entwined with his as they walked toward the surf. Moonlight showed the way. He couldn’t tell which beat harder, his heart or the waves. The hunger hadn’t been imagined. She kept him hot.

  “This is nice.” Her free hand ran up and down his forearm.

  He couldn’t agree more. And he’d bet a month’s pay, the night would get a whole lot better. “Right bonza.”

  “Bonza?”

  “Excellent, to you Yanks.”

  “Yes.” She laughed and hugged his arm. “This is bonza.”

  He grinned. Her accent even turned him on. Who’d have thought it possible? And Aussie slang from her lips incited feelings he wasn’t prepared to explore. This was only a weekend. And no different from last summer’s one night together.

  “I still can’t believe I’m here.”

  “Me either.”

  She sighed, and they wandered out near the white, rolling waves. She helped him spread the blanket. Taking her hands, he eased her down and settled behind her to offer support. She snuggled right back into his chest.

  The closeness did wonders for his prick and his thinking capacity. Her slight scent enthralled him as the ocean breeze wafted around them.

  “There’s so much I want to know about you.” Her hands clasped the arms he had wrapped around her. “I don’t know where to begin.”

  “Ask away, we have more time.” They’d done a lot more kissing last summer than gabbing. All he could recall now with her in his arms was how she’d lit him up. And kept him hot enough to where she’d never left him.

  “Yes, a little more time.” Hayleigh turned her head and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I remember you have two brothers. Both older.”

  “Yeah.” He nuzzled her hair. “Miller and Ethan.”

  “What was the biggest event in your life this past year?”

  His arms tightened around her. “My dad died two months after I met you.” He released a slow breath. Life could be a bloody bugger. But nothing could have prevented his father’s death.

  “I’m so sorry, Cohen.”

  “Dad was the best mate, but his passing was hardest on Mum.” He inhaled her scent and let her wash away the rising current of regret that always seemed to surface when he thought of his dad. While he and his brothers had adjusted, his mum still had a rough go with the loss. He figured she always would, and that worried him. “What about you?”

  She placed another kiss, this one on his cheek. “Nothing tragic or remarkable. I completed my Masters in speech pathology.”

  Easily, he remembered now how she’d wanted to work with ankle-biters who couldn’t talk good. Pride swelled for her accomplishment. Damn fine goal she’d had.

  Her head lolled on his shoulder. “I watched my closest cousin marry.”

  While he’d watched his brother get stood up.

  “Okay, on to lighter things. What’s your favorite color?”

  “Eh…” Did he have a favorite color? “Green.” Seemed as good as any other.

  “I’m going to go with Australian ocean blue.” She shifted, bringing his prick to life once more. “Look at it. Even at night, the water’s gorgeous.”

  Sand and surf. He could still recall how she’d loved the nightlife on her last visit. Sydney offered everything she seemed to enjoy.

  He had to admit he couldn’t think of a place he’d rather be right now. Hot outback country wouldn’t be much draw for a city girl like Hayleigh. Though he’d like to see her reaction to his home.

  Just a weekend here, mate.

  “Favorite food?”

  “A thick steak.” That was an easy question, since he liked grub in general. “What’s yours?’

  “Spaghetti with meat sauce and garlic bread.” He chuckled as she smacked her lips. “I know it’s not easy on the breath, but I swear it beats out steak.”

  The wind picked up her hair and blew it across them both. He helped her tame the strands.

  Hayleigh shifted her body, this time tensing.

  Cohen frowned at the change in her body language.

  “I have to ask. I should have asked earlier. But you’re not married or anything, are you?”

  “No.” He relaxed, his hands leisurely caressing the skin on her arms. “How about you?”

  “I couldn’t even bring myself to date anyone else…after you.” She laughed. “I’m single.”

  His heart kicked up a pace. Bloody hell…he didn’t know if he should be flattered or worried. The beautiful woman hadn’t been with another since last year. His prick went rigid. So much for worry. What a lucky man he’d turned out to be.

  “Hey, it’s okay. When I go back this time, I’ll know this was just what it was—a fling. I wouldn’t expect either of us to put off our lives…” Her head shifted away from his, sending her hair across her face. “I won’t be coming back again. I really wanted to see you again, but I don’t think making this a habit would be good for either of us.”

  Bloody hell.

  Of course she wouldn’t. Had he thought they might make it an annual get-together? Swallowing, he cradled her in his arms. “There hasn’t been anyone serious. I’m here because I want to be.”

  “Me, too.” She relaxed, but scooted away. She kicked her shoes off and stood up. “Final question. At least, for now.’

  Prick straining to get free, he watched her stand.

  “You clean, Cohen?”

  “Completely. I’m a careful man.” Even in his reckless youth, he'd taken care of protection.

  “Good. Me, too.” She pulled some hair from across her face. “In fact, I took care of the protection this time.”

  His prick twitched. “You sure?” Never had he trusted a woman to take care of business before.

  “Yes. I started taking birth control a couple months ago.” She swiped her hair back over a shoulder. “I’m ready to make more memories…maybe even some better than last year’s.” Next she unsnapped her jeans. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

  His balls tightened. For the first time in his life, he wanted to lose control inside someone. He’d not deny Hayleigh her request of his load.

  * * *

  Memories to outdo last year’s. She’d get no complaints out of him. Hayleigh pulled the shirt she wore over her head and let it drop on the blanket. Her bra soon followed. Mouth dry, Cohen reached for her hips. Her pale skin called to his fingertips to explore.Gasping, she straddled his lap. Her hands clutched at his shoulders to roam up and tangle in his hair.

  Quick pants rushed through her lips as he nuzzled her mouth. Bloody fine mouth she had. Good for both kissing and stuffing.

  The kisses barely lingered while his hands caressed her back. She arched to roll her pelvis along h
is prick. Need coiled tight in his balls.

  His thumbs ran upward from her waist to tease the swells of her firm breasts. Nibbling her lips, he squeezed her hardened nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

  She moaned. Rolled her hips, once, twice, three times, as he continued to toy and tease. The friction she created with the grinding of her pussy set him on edge.

  There hadn’t been time for experimenting last year. He’d take advantage of the opportunity this time around. Massaging her swollen breasts, he deepened the kiss. His tongue swirled, dueling with her smaller one.

  His blood raced until it was damn near impossible to think straight. His rigid prick pulsed with an unbearable need for freedom.

  Cohen broke the kiss, but her hands remained tangled in his hair. “Hayleigh…”

  “I know.” She kissed him frantically before climbing to her feet once more. She kicked off her sandals before shucking her pants. Panties were the last to go. They revealed a pussy covered by a trimmed thatch of hair.

  His hands fumbled as he worked to get his prick free and his jeans out of the way.

  Hayleigh didn’t give him much time. He’d barely gotten the jeans to his knees. They both groaned at her impalement on his length.

  Hot wetness engulfed him. He clenched his teeth as pleasure and pressure threatened to override all thought. She felt damn good around him. So tight. She rolled her hips forward. Her tight muscles clamped down with each motion. His head buzzed with need for release.

  No, you don’t. He rolled them over.

  She moaned, her heels digging into his arse as he took control of the action. Her hands clutched at his shoulders. Nails dug in through the cloth of his shirt at every thrust of his prick.

  “Hayleigh…” he choked out between thrusts into her dripping depths. Bloody fine to fuck without a layer of barrier.

  “More.” Her fingers kneaded his muscles. He intensified the pumping action of his prick until he couldn’t breathe.

  She kissed him until her body tensed under his. A violent climax tore through her, milking him. His balls prickled in warning. As hard as he worked to stop the eruption, he couldn’t. There was no making the intimacy last. Need boiled up and jetted out. His back arched. He grunted, his hips jerking on each stream of his come.

  His surroundings came back to him with the sound of the incoming waves. His breath rushed through his nose, and he eased off her warm body so as not to crush her.

  She whimpered and curled into his side. “Wow.”

  In complete agreement, he chuckled. He wrapped his arm around her to protect her from a chill. Slowly, his heart rate returned to normal.

  Even alone, an orgasm was always good, but never had sex been that good before. Not like it was with her. The best fuck of his life lived in a different country. Wasn’t that a kicker? Just like life to throw a rut in the trail.

  Hayleigh squirmed, and he loosened his hold. She shifted down his body to place her wet mouth against his stomach.

  His prick twitched, already eager for more action.

  She placed lingering kisses down to his prick. Eagerly she sucked on the semi-soft length until it stood proudly once more. Fervently, she slurped his prick in and out of her mouth.

  Fists clenched, he arched his hips in an attempt to shove more of his needy length into her mouth.

  “Hayleigh,” he moaned. “Bring your arse around.” He’d never been big on pussy-eating, but now he didn’t hesitate. He’d make damn sure she had as many memories as he collected.

  Frantically sucking, she shifted around to straddle his shoulders. His balls tightened, even though he’d filled her pussy up. Experimentally, he brought his tongue to her hole and licked upwards toward her clit. Instantly, her juices flowed. Her clit remained swollen. With her arse grasped in his hands, he worked his tongue in and out of her pussy.

  Hayleigh moaned and wiggled her arse. Hungrily, he ate at her until she gasped and lifted her head. “No one has ever…” Her back arched. She clasped his prick in her hand to work her fist up and down his length.

  At the tensing of her body, he caught her swollen clit between his lips and sucked.

  Her cry carried out over the ocean. After the spasms ceased in her pussy, she dipped her head back to his prick, but he stopped her. “No more, sheila.”

  She lifted her head.

  He patted her arse. ‘Move off a little.”

  She did, and he swung up to settle behind her arse. “Lean your head down.”

  She did so, her arse sticking up bare for his entry. He spread her legs further, creating more tension in her thighs. She gulped at the push of his prick into her gaping hole.

  Cohen shoved in deep and rolled his hips around. On the outward pull, her pussy offered perfect friction to keep sucking at his length.

  Over and over, he thrust his prick in deep and hard. Wet, silken walls clenched at him. The sounds of pleasure she made encouraged him to a faster pace.

  His balls tightened, alerting him that soon it’d be his turn.

  Easing forward, he braced a hand on the blanket. He pumped his hips to keep up the friction she craved with each backward thrust of her arse. He slid a hand down over her hip to trail through her thatch of hair. He caught her clit between his fingertips. He tweaked the bundle of nerves.

  She moaned long and deep from the back of her throat. His fingers worked to match the thrusting of his prick. After several sharp thrusts she tensed.

  He moaned on a buzzing climax. He shook when he finally managed to pull away from her hot body. Breathing hard, he shifted to pull his jeans back up over his hips.

  Bloody hell, he wanted nothing more than to sleep. But he didn’t dare. They’d already risked enough. If they got caught fucking, they’d be arrested and their weekend would be over.

  Hayleigh lay curled on her side.

  Once he got his clothes squared away, he shoved her panties and bra into her pants pockets. Next, he wadded the shoes up inside the clothes. “Here, sheila, hang onto this.” She grabbed the ball of clothes and clasped it to her middle.

  He grunted before standing up. On his feet, he folded the blanket around her body.

  She got a little lively, but he already had her good and trapped. “What…wait…?”

  He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “No time.”

  She laughed. “But, I’m still naked…”

  “Completely.” He patted her rounded arse.

  “What if someone catches us?”

  “Well." He chuckled. “We’d have a lot to explain, then.” Definitely a story for grandchildren. Leave off, mate. Don’t go there. This was only something he’d eventually share with his brothers.

  Her laughter was light. “I’m all sandy now.”

  So was he. The blanket had gotten them both dirty. “We’ll shower before bed.”

  “Um…you’re not leaving me, then?”

  “Uh-uh. The night’s not over yet, luv.” Nor the weekend. His hand stilled its play. Now where had that endearment come from?

  * * *

  Luv. Cohen had called her luv. Butterflies danced in her belly. At the truck, he opened the door and put her on her feet. She tiptoed closer to the seat to pass him the blanket. Once she was inside, he closed the door. In a flash, she pulled her shirt on. Her nipples pebbled against the cotton material. Quite a change from the satin and lace of her bras. She never went without a bra; at least, not for long.To think, only minutes before she’d been naked on a beach. She’d enjoyed the risk they’d taken. Wicked heat spread through her body to settle in her clit.

  Outside, he shook the sand from the blanket.

  Sticking her feet into her pants legs, she wiggled into the jeans. She lifted her butt to get them all the way on. She snapped and zipped them while Cohen folded the blanket.

  She licked her lips at the sight of him walking around the front of the truck. He stuck the blanket behind the seat and climbed inside.

  “Where to?” He turned the engine ov
er.

  Reaching out, he turned the radio on. The DJ announced the station’s call letters, MIX 95.4, before the latest by the Dixie Chicks belted out.

  Sated, she relaxed back against the seat. “I’m staying at the Potts Point Holiday Inn.”

  “Then the Potts Point it is.” He smiled, his blue eyes sparking with emotion. He put the motor in gear and her heart jolted along with the truck as it started into motion.

  A commercial came on, and Cohen scanned through the channels.

  “I bet you’re bad with a TV remote.”

  Though he didn’t take his gaze from the road, she could tell he smiled. “Not if rugby’s running.”

  Tickled, she rolled her head to watch the passing scenery. The lights blurred as they sped through the night.

  “You a rugby fan? Your football?” He picked MIX 95.4 back up on the radio. An 80’s classic played. One of the many one-hit wonders of that decade.

  “Hmm, not really, but I think I’d enjoy watching a game with you.” She sighed. “I’ve never had anyone teach me the rules. I played volleyball, and at one time, I had a mean serve.”

  “I can see you playing beach ball.” They made a turn. “Never played many sports myself. Always preferred to be wrangling, tending the animals.”

  Station life had been briefly covered on her last visit. Still, there was so much she wanted to know about him.

  The muscles in his arm tensed as they took a curve.

  “I like animals. I had a cat.” She wanted to find common ground besides the sex. She knew she shouldn’t—it would just be more painful when it came time to leave—but she couldn’t help herself.

  “Had?’

  “For twelve years. She had to be put down when I was in high school.”

  “Damn sorry to hear that.”

  “It’s okay. It was her time to go. I sure did love her. My mom called her a demon.” She grinned, remembering how the two hated each other.

  “The station is overrun with animals. Horses, sheep, dogs and a few cats.” He glanced her way. “Probably a demon or two in the bunch.” The dashboard lit his grin before he looked back to the road.