She sounded so heartfelt, and as I started to cry, I walked over and pulled her into a hug. “Come here, you. I love you.” We hugged and blubbered together for I don’t know how long. “She better not hurt you.”
And then Adele came out.
“Sorry about before.” I wiped tears from my face. “You take good care of her.”
She smiled so sweetly at Jules. It was wonderful to see. “I will.” Then she walked over and hugged Jules.
“Now, why are you really here anyway?” Jules asked me.
“Oh, so I’m going away for a couple of nights. Rutledge has work in Edinburgh.”
Her jaw dropped. “You? Not. At. The. Dance. Studio. For. That. Long?” Each word was accentuated.
“Oh, yes. Very funny.” I smiled, secretly glad that we were okay, and I was happy for her. I would get the details later on if it was something real.
Then I walked back into my bedroom and looked at Rutledge. What had I done without him in the past? And how could I survive without him again? The answer was, I couldn’t—and had to push that thought aside.
Walking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist. “You’re the best. You know that?”
He leaned back into me. “All okay, then?” Turning his head to the side, Rutledge gave me a kiss.
“Thanks to you. I let her speak and she sounds so happy. How could I take that from her?” I kissed him. Short, sweet kisses. “How did I get so lucky?” It was a rhetorical question, of course.
When he pulled me in close, I had to hold back tears. For the first time, I realized he’d be gone soon. It was like when you knew the outcome of something but didn’t want to admit it. But I couldn’t live without him. I just couldn’t. There had to be a way.
“Wait, don’t cry. Are you crying?” He wiped my tears for me.
“No, no.” I shook my head. “Let’s get ready for our weekend away.” I avoided eye contact and went over to my suitcase. “Oh, your favourite shirt of mine, I see.” It was the first time in a long while that I had to force some fake joviality into my personality. “And no sign of pyjamas. What are you trying to tell me Mr. Flynn?” I turned and walked over to him and started to kiss him deeply.
He leaned into me. “Okay, now, now, or we’ll be giving those two a show and never get out of here.”
Reluctantly, I pulled back. “Okay, fine. You win.” Then I finished packing, and when we walked through to the living room, the two girls had their legs on top of each other, stretched out on the couch.
“Goodbye girls, we’ll see you soon. Have fun.” I waved as Rutledge followed me out.
We took a cab back to his place and started to kiss as soon as we walked in the door. We stripped down, brushed our teeth, and jumped into the bed. I only had my boxers on, and Rutledge cuddled against me in his tank top and boxers. He set the alarm at some obscene early morning hour, which I hadn’t taken into account when I agreed.
I tried to sleep, and in the dark of night, I assumed he was asleep.
“Do you need me? What is it?” He turned round and I could just make out his silhouette beside me in the darkness.
“I don’t want you to go home. Maybe that sounds bad or selfish, but I need you, in every meaning of the word.”
“I feel the same. So much. But we’ll make it work, somehow. I promise you.” He kissed me deeply and passionately.
I knew he was saying all the right things, and I tried to believe it. “Okay. I …” I trailed off, not sure what to say. It was rare for me to be at a loss for words.
Rutledge started kissing me and put his hands on either side of my head. “I need you too. More than anything in the world.” I melted into his touch. “It will be okay.” He pulled away and then came back and sat on my thighs. He rubbed my cock, then covered it with the condom and added lube.
He slowly rode me. “This. You and me. It’s meant to be.” As he bent to kiss me, I moaned into him and rubbed at his back. “Take what you need. I’m all yours.”
We moved from slow to fast and then I did as he said, thrusting up and letting go. This was fucking as I’d been used to before, but something more real, more primal. It meant so much more with Rutledge, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I grunted and pounded up into him. Groans and noises left me that I’d never heard before. My legs lifted up and I held them up at the back of my thighs.
“Yes, Ollie.” He leaned down and grabbed my shoulders, then I felt a nip at my neck and then sucking. “I am yours.”
So many emotions overwhelmed me: my love for him; how he’d come into my life; the fact that he was leaving. I shuddered and jerked up into him and came and came, moaning his name into the night.
I was spent after that—physically and emotionally. I pulled out of him, tied off the condom, and put it in the garbage, then he gathered me into his arms and held me through the night.
To be so connected and feel like this was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was overwhelming, but I felt the happiest I’d ever been. Reaching over, I rubbed the back of the man who had changed my world forever.
“Mmmm.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, “for last night. I meant what I said.”
“I know you did. And I did too. You never need to thank me. I should be thanking you.”
My brow lifted. “How so, oh full of wisdom one? You didn’t, um, come. I’m sorry I let that happen.”
He sat up and crossed his legs. “Don’t be sorry. We’re boyfriends now, a relationship, so there’s give and take.”
I sifted my fingers through his hair. “You are very wisdom-full.”
“Is that even a word?” I questioned.
I huffed, then crossed my arms and pouted.
He caressed my leg. “Okay, yes, it’s added to the Ollie-isms in the dictionary.”
Smiling, I stretched and sat up. “Better. Okay, let’s get ready to go, boyfriend.” Every time that word rolled off my tongue, it made my heart leap.
We sat beside each other on the train, and Rutledge leaned his head on mine. “I’ll have to look at my itinerary at some point.” He made no move though, and I wasn’t complaining.
“I wonder how many sexy men in kilts we’ll see.”
“I don’t know. I think I’ll only have eyes for you.” He dramatically batted his eyelashes.
“Sure. I saw you when that commercial came on the other day with the guys that do deliveries in their kilts.”
His blush was adorable.
“I love the scenery and taking the train.”
“Me too. It’s even better with you here.” Rutledge took my hand in his under the table and squeezed. “Have you always lived in London? How is it I don’t know this.” He murmured the last part to himself.
“No. Jasper and I grew up in a tiny village just outside of Manchester. So not too far from here, but I stood out. I couldn’t wait to get out of there if I’m honest. My mum is great. She would drive me an hour each day to go to dance lessons. And when I applied to the dance academy and got in, I was over the moon, I tell you.”
“It wasn’t daunting? New place, new people?”
“I guess to some people it would be. But I was around dancers, and Jules of course, as well as other people who didn’t stare at me like I was an anomaly, you know? I could be myself.”
He tapped my nose. “Well, add me to the list of people who love you just the way you are.”
I kissed him. “I love you too. What about you?” Speaking those words to Rutledge, this wonderful man, meant the world to me. I only hoped we’d get to enjoy more time together so I could show him just how much.
“Yeah, my mum was from England and worked at a restaurant in California. My dad owned a company that does stuff with garbage and recycling. Not very exciting or glamourous, but he’s made good money. He used to go to her restaurant every morning, and that’s how they fell in love. So instead of going back to the United Kingdom, she stayed in California.”
“You said ‘was.’ Your mum?” I
asked, rubbing his thumb gently.
“Yeah, she died when I was very young. I don’t remember much, you know. But my dad kept her memory alive. He loved to tell me the story of when they first met and lots of other happy times. I keep those close to my heart. We haven’t been that close in the past few years. He’s not very understanding or sympathetic about much. I have a hard time relating.”
I leaned over but kept my tears at bay, trying to be strong for him. “I’m sorry.” I caressed his hair. “I’m here if you need me.”
“I know. And that means the world. Thank you.”
We arrived at the station and walked down Princes Street for four or five blocks. Then we reached a stunning old building with a valet by the entrance, who held the door open for us.
“Wow, fancy.” I took in the beautiful high ceilings and artwork. One painting of a dancer drew my attention, and leaving Rutledge to check in, I walked over to it.
“Hey”—he tapped my shoulder—“we’re all set.” We made our way up to the hotel room.
When he opened the door, I waltzed in and did a spin with my hands in the air. “This is so decadent. I am ready to have my wicked way with you.” I stepped over, kissed him, and pulled his leather jacket and shirt off.
“I should really—”
Cutting him off, I kissed him hard and flicked his nipple. While I continued to kiss him, I looked over his shoulder to the most luxurious-looking bed I think I’d ever seen. “That bed. It’s waiting for you and me. Are you sure?” I knew I was being incredibly cheeky, but I couldn’t resist.
“Um”—he bit his lip—“tell me again what you’re going to do to me?”
“Oh, your turn to be naughty. I love it.” I turned Rutledge round to face said bed. “Was planning to lay you down on your back at the edge and fuck you while I looked out at the castle.”
“You can’t see the castle from here.”
“That’s what you’re focused on? I’ll have to up my game. Well, I’ll pretend. It sounded good anyway.”
He stepped back, looking sexy as fuck, exposing his naked torso, but he also seemed quite serious. “I really should look at the itinerary for tomorrow.” Then a huge grin spread across his face, like the cat that got the cream. He fumbled around in his bag and pulled out the supplies.
“Found those awfully quick,” I said and slapped his ass. “Get in there.” He quickly stripped his pants down and as he walked through to the bedroom, his ass was on full display for me in jockstrap underwear.
“Oh god.” I pretended to faint.
“Like what you see,” He turned to me before continuing to walk.
“Oh god, yes.” I spanked his ass again just as he got on the bed.
“Mmmm … perfect colour. Matches your hair.”
I could hardly speak as I looked at Rutledge spread out in front of me. The supplies were beside him on the bed.
“Ollie, please.”
“Please what?” I asked while preparing myself. I lubed my fingers and slid two inside him.
“Fucking, fuck me.” He opened his legs wider. “Now.”
“Oh, someone’s bossy today.” I took a few steps away. “Maybe I’ll make you wait.”
He lifted his head off the bed. “Get back here.”
I moved back and lined up in front of him. Then I reached down and kissed him. “This what you want?” I pushed in ever so slowly, part of the way, feeling him expand around me.
“Ollie, I won’t break. Please, give me some more.”
“So polite.” And then I pushed the rest of the way in one long stroke, seating myself against him.
He squeezed around me as I held his legs up.
“Fuck. That is so hot when you do that.” I moved at a relentless pace, in and out, and then I was coming. “Unnngh … Oh, hell yes.” It was probably unintelligent babble, but I didn’t care. He felt so good. So right. I stayed inside him and leaned forward to kiss him. “Your turn.” Grabbing his cock, I pumped him once, twice, and he sprayed all over.
Watching him release and let go was so sexy. “Yessss.” He finished and then I pulled out.
Bending over him, I kissed him again, more slowly, and he let his legs fall. “So, worth the delay?”
“Why is hotel sex always so good,” he pondered. He sat up and I stayed between his legs. “Oh, you know you’re worth it.”
We got cleaned up and decided to go out for dinner.
“You clean up nice,” he told me when I came out of the bathroom.
I did a curtsey. “Why, thank you. You, as well.” I walked over to him and put my hands on his waist. “Come on. And … wait for it. Your choice of food.”
He gasped and threw his hands over his mouth. “No, what have you done with my Ollie?”
“Hey, don’t make me regret this decision.” Then I rubbed my hands together. “So what will we have?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll know it when we see it.”
We walked down the street, and I reached to put my hand in his but dropped It again.
“It’s okay. Take it.” He held his hand out.
“What if someone’s shitty to us?”
“Since when do you even care about that?”
“I don’t know. When I found you, met you, whatever. I don’t want bad memories to come up again for you.”
“We’ve gone out before. So …”
“Not just us two or whatever.”
“Well, I want your hand. Hand it over.” He laughed at his own joke. We meandered towards the Royal Mile and the castle up above. The sky was clear with stars twinkling above us.
“This is wonderful. Thank you for inviting me. I hope I won’t be in the way tomorrow.”
“Remember when I watched you dance?”
I nodded.
“So you can come to the set. See me in action.” Then his voice got quiet. “If you want.”
“Really? I’d love to.” I smiled and squeezed his hand tighter. We were in our own world despite so many others bustling around us.
We took a random left turn and ended up near an alley filled with restaurants. “This looks interesting.” As we walked, we passed Indian, Moroccan, Chinese, and other varieties of international cuisine.
“You know what I haven’t had since I got here. A real traditional fish and chips. What do you say?” He turned to me and smiled.
I could get lost in that smile. “Oh yes. That’s a good idea.”
“I’m enjoying the fresh air here. How about we get a takeaway and go down to the Princes Street gardens.”
“Works for me. I’ll search online for the best fish and chips.”
That’s how we ended up walking a few more blocks and finding a small fish-and-chip shop that someone online called a “hidden gem.”
Sitting on the bench in the quaint garden was quiet and peaceful. “You know I’ve been to Edinburgh before and never came down here.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it.” He took a bite of his dinner. “I’ve been once. I really like it.”
I took his hand and kissed it. “It’s perfect here with you.”
He kissed me, then we continued eating while we sat in companionable silence. “That was just delicious.”
“Do you think about where you’ll be in five years. Or even ten years?”
“I hope I’ll still be in demand for modelling. Or maybe I’ll do some other work in the industry like Marshall does. I want to stay in modelling though. What about you?”
“Maybe I’d teach. I want to keep dancing of course, but later on, I can see myself teaching younger generations.”
Rutledge moved to kiss me. “You’d be wonderful at that. So full of enthusiasm and so talented as well.”
“You really know the way to my ego … I mean my heart.” I stood up. “Come on, let’s get back to bed.”
In the hotel room we made love in the night, slow and full of sweet and tender moments. We took each other to the edge, and I loved learning every nuance of his reactions.
And
then the peace was shattered when an alarm beeped at what must have been some obscene hour. “What is this blasphemy?” I mumbled into the pillow.
“Morning sunshine. It’s five thirty a.m.”
“Cof-?” I started. Then he handed me a warm cup of coffee. “You are a godsend.” I sat up but was not happy about it. “This, what is going on.” Then I stared at Rutledge. “Wait, how are you dressed and all that? You look amazing, by the way.”
He came over to kiss me. “Sleepyhead, I have to get going here for my photoshoot. But you sleep longer. I’ll leave the address, and later, you can walk over or get a cab. It’s just a few blocks away in an old warehouse.”
“Okay, text me when you make it there.”
“I will. See you soon.”
I drank the coffee like it was a required IV drip and grabbed my phone to try and get on the hotel WiFi. I plumped up the pillows and almost felt guilty for sitting in this luxury and enjoying the glorious bed.
Then I phoned Jules. “Hello, darling. You will never guess where I am.”
“Timbuktu.”
“No, you know that luxury hotel near the Royal Mile that we always walk taller and act posher when we stroll by it?”
“The one on Sinclair Street?”
“Yes.” I drank my coffee.
“Oh, my god. Are the beds as amazing as we dreamed? What about the pillows?”
“Yes, darling. I’m sitting here like a king. Rutledge has gone off to work.”
“Ha, soon I’ll be calling you a househusband. But one that doesn’t do any of the work.”
“So funny.”
“Oh, you love me.”
“What about robes. Please tell me there are robes.”
“Oh, my god. I didn’t even check yet.” I jumped up, placing my feet on the lush carpet and ran over to the closet. “There are. Oh, they are so soft.”
“Send photos.”
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