A Second Look: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance

by Lexi Aurora

  Epilogue: Sebastian

  “Thank you so much, Jeremy,” I said to my friend as he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug, ready to board his plane.

  “You sure you don’t need anything else?” Jeremy asked, looking between Eve and I. I shook my head.

  “We’re fine. But really, thank you. We couldn’t have done this without your help.”

  “I know,” Jeremy said with a grin. “You’re useless, Seb.”

  “But I’m not,” Eve said. Jeremy reached forward and ruffled her hair.

  “That’s true,” he said. “And by the way, Sebastian, when the detective left yesterday he wanted me to have you call him as soon as you can. I told him it’d be a few days.”

  “It’ll be more than a few days,” Eve said, meeting my eye, a sly smile on her lips.

  “We desperately need some alone time,” I said. Jeremy rolled his eyes.

  “As if you’ve been concerned about having company here the past week,” he said. “We can hear the two of you from every corner of the house.”

  Eve blushed and I shook my head, clapping him on the back, hugging him one last time.

  “I’ll call you when we’re back in the States,” I said to him.

  “Good,” he said. “You know what the detective said. You’re cleared.”

  “And they didn’t look into the business.”

  “Nope,” Jeremy said. “Thanks to your smooth-talking.”

  “I am charming,” I said to him. He rolled his eyes again, leaned in to give Eve a kiss on the cheek. Then he waved to us and boarded the plane, and we watched as it took off, holding hands before making our way back to the empty house.

  “What are you going to do with this place?”

  “Make love to you in every room,” I said, lifting her into my arms. She giggled as I carried her through the trees, then across the sand to the house.

  “I don’t think you could handle that, to be honest,” she said. I grinned at her, seeing that playful teasing in her eyes.

  “No?” I asked. “And you think you can?”

  “I know I can,” she said. “My stamina is off the charts. Yours, however—”

  “There’s nothing wrong with my stamina,” I said with a laugh as I carried her into the closest bedroom, laying her down on the bed. She smiled at me as I started to undress her slowly, taking my time to reveal every inch of her skin.

  “There’s nothing wrong with it, no,” she said innocently. “You just can’t go as long as I can. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “Oh, Eve,” I said to her, lowering my face, taking her bottom lip between my teeth to nip at her gently. “Is this the game we’re playing?”

  “Not a game,” she said in a sweet voice. “Just an observation.”

  “Hmm,” I said, pulling her panties down and off so that she was naked on the bed. I ran my hands over her body, avoiding her breasts and her pussy, touching instead her neck and her thighs, her soft stomach. She shivered underneath me and I felt her grow tense, looked down to confirm that her pussy was already glistening and soaked. I spread her legs with my hands, looking more closely at the way she trembled. I moved downward, lowered my face to place a kiss on her pussy, slipping my tongue between her lower lips, tasting her from the bottom to the top of her slit.

  “I wonder how many times you can cum before your poor little pussy can’t take it anymore,” I said, nuzzling her thigh before taking her into my mouth again, kneading at her clit with my tongue. She squirmed against my mouth, letting out a sharp breath. “My guess is that you tap out at three.”

  “Three,” she said as I buried my tongue inside of her, choking out the word. “As if you could make me cum three times.”

  “Oh, you really are funny,” I said, breathing against her pussy. She started to respond but was cut off when I began to suck and tease her clit with my tongue, focusing on it, stroking it in all the ways I’d learned pleasured her most. She came in my mouth within seconds, moaning and squirming against me. Her legs closed against the pleasure of my mouth but I held them apart, continued to taste her by lapping at her slit, drinking her sex. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, and I would have kept going had she not gripped my hair in her hands and pulled my face to hers, taking my mouth in a kiss tasting herself on my tongue. I melted into her, stripping out of my clothes as she kissed me.

  “That was strike one,” I breathed. “You ready for two?”

  “Yes,” she said with a laugh as I filled her up with my cock, grinding against the back of her pussy. I tilted my hips slightly upward, hitting the sweet spot within her, grinding into it as she gasped over and over.

  “I’m gonna—I’m—”

  “You’re gonna cum, hm?” I asked her. She writhed beneath me, ignoring my words, lost to herself as she lifted her hips against mine.

  “Look at me,” I said to her. She opened her eyes, letting out a little whimper when I started to rub her clit with my palm. She shuddered and came again, losing her breath, her pussy clenching around me to pull me in deeper. I didn’t slow down, but sped my hips up instead, fucking her in long, hard strokes. She was still beneath me, mewling like a kitten, taking my cock again and again, her face screwed up in pleasure.

  “You sticking to your guns on this one, Eve?” I asked her, speeding up my hips. “Think I can’t make you cum three times?”

  “You can,” she said quickly. “You can. I’m—”

  “You don’t have to tell me you’re cumming. I know when you’re about to cum.”

  “Now,” she moaned, her whole body starting to shake and tremble uncontrollably. I pulled out of her at the last minute and she let out a cry that nearly made me groan with desire. I flipped her body on top of mine, sliding deep into her pussy from below.

  “I knew you couldn’t last that long doing the work yourself,” she said with a laugh. I shook my head at her, gripping her hips again, tight in my hands. She whimpered in protest, but it turned into a loud cry when I started to fuck her from below. I lifted my hips into hers relentlessly and she squirmed in bliss, seeming to not even care that she couldn’t move at that point, simply lost in how good it felt to be thoroughly fucked in all the best ways. She came with only a hint of a noise in her throat and I let go of her hips, grinning at her when she slowed down and stopped.

  “Told you you couldn’t take it.”

  “Shut up,” she said. “I’m still not done.”

  “Oh,” I said to her, gritting my teeth, having trouble holding myself back. She must’ve seen the tension on my face as she started to move on top of me, slowly, keeping my cock buried in her pussy. Most of her movement was her muscles trembling around me, pulling me deep, gently grinding me against her sweetest spots. I trembled beneath her, gasping for control, on the very edge of cumming inside of her.

  “Looks like I’m going to win,” she said, looking into my eyes. “I think I’m better at this than you.”

  “I—uh—” I muttered, unable to get the words out when she squeezed me tight inside of her, moving a little more quickly, wiggling her hips on top of mine.

  “You giving up?” she teased. “I could go for hours.”

  I didn’t say anything to her, just took her mouth in a kiss, tasting her ravenously as she teased me with her pussy. I felt myself shudder and started to cum inside of her, feeling like it lasted for hours, like time didn’t exist. I closed my eyes as it hit me, knocking the wind out of me, and had to take a moment to collect myself before I could look up at her again. She pulled her hips away from me with a grin on her face.

  “That was so easy,” she said. “I was barely even moving.”

  “You are horrible,” I said to her. She laughed.

  “I’m just better than you at everything,” she said. “Admit it.”

  “I’ll admit that,” I said to her. She gave a satisfied smile.

  “What happens next?” she asked softly, touching my cheek with her soft fingers.

  “What do you mean?�
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  “After this. After the island.”

  “Do we have to leave?” I asked her. She gave me a questioning look.

  “You want to stay here indefinitely?”

  “We can stay here for as long as we want,” I said to her. “We can stay here for years and years if that’s what you want.”

  “What about your business?” she asked. I took a deep breath.

  “I think I’m out,” I said to her. “I think I’m done.”

  “Done with the jewelry stores?”

  “Done with everything,” I said. “The stores, the artifacts—everyone in the group but Jeremy.”

  “And Marie,” she said with a smile. I nodded. In the days following what happened on the cliff, Marie and Eve had started to get along, and there were several times I’d walked in on them breathless with laughter together.

  “Of course,” I said. There was a pause, a curious look on her face. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell there was something she was dying to ask.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing,” she said quickly.

  “Eve, I know that face.”

  “I’m not making a face,” she said. “Shut up.”

  “Whatever you want to know, it’s yours.”

  She took a deep breath.

  “Have you ever killed anybody? For your business?”

  “No,” I said to her. “I’ve never killed anybody.”

  “Joseph and Lola said—that you’d—ordered killings or something like that,” she said. I sighed.

  “I didn’t. I was just—I usually gave the directions to get the item at all costs. Some people have died in that process on both sides.”

  “Do you feel responsible for them?”

  “Yes,” I said to her, trying to keep the sorrow out of my voice. Since I had been with Eve, something that had been buried deep inside of me had sprung out again—the need for connection, to be good, to live beyond the material things I wanted.

  Eve lowered her face to kiss me softly.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay. You can be better.”

  “I am better,” I said to her against her lips. “Thank you.”

  “What are we going to spend our days doing out here?” she asked. “Besides the obvious.”

  “We can do anything you want. Or go anywhere you want. We can travel, we can sit on the beach every day. We can get married—”

  “Married?” she asked, a look of surprise passing over her face. “What?”

  “Yes,” I said, laughing. “Why are you so surprised at that?”

  “Because you’re Sebastian Cunningham. Notorious playboy. And I guess I thought—”

  “Whatever you thought was wrong. I’m not that person. I’m yours.”

  She smiled. “You’re my love.”

  “I am,” I promised, taking her hand, sitting up in bed.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as I got up.

  “I want to show you something,” I said to her, leading her down to the basement and into the furthest room from the staircase.

  “I’ve never been in here,” she said. “I thought it was storage.”

  “It is,” I said to her. “This is a personal collection of our family’s. Joseph was keeping them safe here rather than in a vault.”

  “I see,” she said as I unlocked the door. We went inside and her eyes widened as she saw the room, full of old jewelry, shining on hooks and holders from wall to wall.

  “This is your stuff?”

  “It is now. There’s something in here I’m looking for.”

  “What is it?” she asked as I went to a drawer on the other side of the room, pulling it open to reveal an intricately carved wooden box. I placed it in front of her and she looked at me questioningly.

  “Open it,” I said to her, watching her face as she slowly lifted the lid to see that the box was full of rings, bands with diamonds, emeralds, and every gem imaginable. Most of the rings were hundreds of years old, pieces that we had collected over the years. There was a special one in there that I wanted to show her, but I watched for a moment as she studied the case.

  “What is this?”

  “I want you to pick whichever one you want,” I said to her. “Or more than one.”

  “Are you kidding?” she asked, looking away from the jewelry for a moment to look in my eyes.

  “About getting married? No. We’re getting married.”

  “Oh, you think so?” she asked, a small smile coming over her lips.

  “Absolutely,” I said. I reached into the box and pushed some things aside to find the ring that I wanted her to have. I slipped it on her finger and she held it up to study it—it was a sapphire ring, smaller and simpler than most of them, with two small diamonds on either side.

  “You like this one?” she asked.

  “That one was a gift from Eddy. He always said I had no taste, so he picked the ring out for me.”

  “To propose? To who?” she asked.

  “Anybody. He wanted me to settle down. Everyone did.”

  “So he picked this ring?”

  “He did.”

  “It’s beautiful,” she said with a smile, leaning in to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “So we’re getting married,” I said to her.

  “But I don’t even like you,” she said, biting her lip, but everything in her eyes told me differently.

  “I love you too, Eve.” I said to her, kissing her again before pulling her against me.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1: Annie

  Five years...

  Annie lolled back on her comforter and tried to make herself smile. When she’d moved to Toronto after the incident, determined to make her way in the nursing world, no way would she have thought she’d come back to Hamilton, basically unchanged.

  Sure, she had five years of nursing experience under her belt, but the only real change in her circumstances was that she felt even more tired. That, and the fact that Kyla was getting married.

  Kyla, with her rosy curls, rosy cheeks and rosy, rosy smile. Annie couldn’t have resented her friend for her expansive happiness even if she’d tried. Kyla had been her best friend since they’d both tried using the Purple Passion gel pen from their Grade two class stock.

  Five years...

  Yes, here Annie was, twenty-five years old, an accomplished nurse, homebody and wallflower, and, topping it all off, still a virgin.

  From under her bed, Jiji let out a low whine.

  “I know it’s weird,” Annie said. “But it’s not my fault. I’ve just been working like a maniac and sleeping terribly.”

  A derisive snort echoed up and Annie sighed. She could almost see the toy poodle’s half-open dubious eyes .

  Jiji was right, too. Annie’s crazy schedule as a nurse – lately three twelve-hour shifts three days a week and overnight – not to mention her crazy sleep schedule because of it, which was four hours tops on a good day, were just excuses.

  A knock pounded against the door. Annie rose to open it.

  “Honey, is Jiji in here?”

  It was Mom, her green eagle eyes scanning the room for their toy poodle. Just then, Annie spied a tell-tale donut of poop by her bed’s back leg. Casually stepping in front of it, she forced a smile. “Not sure.”

  Her mom nodded, warily.

  Annie understood her frustration, sort of. Every few days, Jiji had apparently taken to pooping in the most random of places – the shower, the couch side table. Currently, her parents were engaged in a war of sorts. Annie’s father wanted to take the twelve-year-old dog to the vet, while her mother (who had never been a dog person) felt their pet’s faulty bowel problems was a sign that the dog’s time had come.

  So, another one of Jiji’s “poopstakes” (as her dad called them), would only set off another fight between her parents, if not
lead to her mom’s demand that Jiji be cut loose immediately. Everyone knew her mom was the real head honcho in the house.

  “What about you? Did you get some rest?” her mom asked, her eyes softening as they came to rest on her. “Marlene and Pat would be happy to say hello; they even brought Ulric by.”

  Annie shifted, “I don’t know. I should probably get to Kyla’s soon.”

  “Oh, come on.” Her mother hooked her arm in hers. “Five minutes won’t kill you.”

  If only it did, Annie thought grimly.

  She knew she was being overdramatic, but she was already exhausted without having to rouse herself to deal with the solicitous attention her parents’ friends always showed her.

  Oh, a nurse? How lovely. Cue delighted smile. And still single too, well, that won’t last long. While Annie pretended that, after five years of these comments and five years of dismal dates, she actually believed them.

  “Here she is,” Mom trilled as they entered the living room, presenting Annie with a proud flourish. As if Annie wasn’t wearing the slouchiest grey sweats she owned and already glancing longingly at the door.

  “Hi,” Annie gave them a wave. The blonde woman with the bowl cut, the brown-haired man with the bowl cut, and the boy who looked more or less her age who, thankfully, did not have a bowl cut.

  “You remember Ulric,” the blonde woman said, pushing the boy forward. “You two were in the same grade at St. Eustache, wasn’t it?”

  “No, Mom, I was a year younger,” the boy said.

  Annie gazed at him evenly. She had some vague memory of a bowl cut boy spitting loogies at her as she walked home from the bus stop, but wisely chose to keep this information to herself.

  As they shook hands, Annie noted that he was not bad looking. He had a swath of honey-colored tangles for hair and eyes that opened slightly too wide.

  He grinned his charmingly imperfect teeth at her. “Back in Hamilton, then? Must be a bit of a letdown compared to Toronto.”

  Annie shrugged, “I just got here.”