Cockpit: A Second Chance Romance (40 page)

I giggled as he kissed me, squeezing my bottom. I could feel him hardening through his towel. We'd made love all night before having breakfast in bed, making plans over pancakes and syrup. Finally, we'd showered together.

It had been wonderful. Magnificent. The best twenty hours of my life.

By far.

The way he touched me was so gentle. Almost reverent. It made my head spin and my toes curl.

And now he was ready again...

"Are you sore?"

I was a little. But I wanted him anyway. I shook my head.

He smiled at me, chucking my chin.

"Liar. We can wait. I'll get you some ibuprofen. Then later if it still hurts we can do... other things."

"Like what?"

He caught my eye in the mirror.

"Long walks on the beach, crossword puzzles, that sort of thing."

I laughed, throwing a washcloth at him.

"You're ridiculous."

He grabbed me again.

"Okay what if I just make you cum with my mouth? I could spend at least half a day entertaining myself that way."

The breath caught in my throat. He wasn't joking. I could tell.

"What about you?"

"You can do the same for me."

I felt embarrassed suddenly. There was no way I could please him the way he pleased me. I was a rank amateur.

"I don't know how."

He smiled and kissed me.

"You're a good student. And I'm a very, very good tutor."

I nodded.

"Alright Nick. Where should we go?"

"I already called the concierge. They arranged for a place in the country.
 
Fully stocked with food. And a car."

He winked at me.

"I'll drive. Just remind me which side of the road to drive on once in a while."

I heard the bell ring and went to get it. It was my clothes from shopping with Becs. I smiled happily. He'd thought of everything.

Nick was so wonderful. I was so lucky to have met him. I felt like I was walking on air.

My phone buzzed. I picked it up. It was my mother.

Enjoy your time with your cousin. The season starts next week. When you get home, we must have a talk.

I frowned. A talk? That sounded ominous. But I was too happy to think about that. Instead, I just tapped out a benign response and went to the bags to pick out something to wear. A pair of soft, beat up, worn in jeans that I'd picked out for myself. Then a soft flannel button down. I pulled on the faux leather jacket Rebecca had talked me into buying and sat down to wait, sipping my coffee.

Nick walked out of the bathroom half dressed and froze.

"What is it? Is something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

He shook his head.

"You look beautiful no matter what you wear. It's just... you're such a chameleon."

I laughed as he pulled me into his arms for a kiss.

"A lizard? You certainly know how to flatter a woman Nico."

His eyes were serious as he stared at me.

"It's not flattery. You just look like a different version of yourself every time I see you."

He stroked my cheek gently. But the look in his eyes was urgent. Almost regretful.

"I mean every word I say to you. Remember that."

He let me go, pulling his clothes on and packing a few things. I didn't understand the change in his mood but I shrugged it off. I grabbed a few pieces of whole fruit from a basket.

"For the road?"

He nodded.

"Let's go."

Chapter Ten

Nicholas

Rosalie's long legs were stretched out in the roadster the hotel had arranged for me. Her long hair was flying around her beautiful face as she stared out the window. I'd caught her looking at me too.

More than a few times.

She was falling for me. There was no doubt about it. I was ecstatic and miserable as the feeling of certainty settled in the pit of my stomach.

I wished more than anything that this was my real life. A beautiful girl who adored me. A weekend in the country.

Not this lie I was living.

I squashed my remorse. I'd been hired to do a job. I already had twenty thousand dollars in my bank account with another fifty hanging in the balance. So what if it hurt?

Anyway, I was the one who was going to end up with a broken heart.

Rosie would be fine. A long line of boyfriends were in her future, I had no doubt. I'd just give her a thorough introduction to sex.

Very, very thorough.

Someday she'd look back on me fondly. That's all I could hope for. I'd broken the seal and now she could have a long and healthy love life.
 

As long as she didn't get knocked up. That could complicate things. Even for that extra fifty thousand, I wasn't sure I wanted to leave her with that big of a reminder. At the same time, I wanted a reason to stay in touch with her.

To stay in her life. Even if she hated me for it.

I eyed her legs, wondering how far I could take things. If she was sore, there were always other ways of making love... ways that had nothing to do with making babies...

Just like that, my cock was at attention.

I adjusted myself and focused on the road. We were well out of the city by now, with yellowing fields of grass on either side of the car. We were heading towards the coast, someplace near Bath. It was way too cold for swimming of course. But it would still be romantic.

All the better to keep her distracted by the mind numbing depth of my future betrayal.

Rose lifted her legs to the dashboard. I smiled. The old Rosie would never have done that in front of me. She was relaxing. Opening like a flower. I couldn't lie, I was glad I had played a part in it.

My hand snaked out and found hers. I squeezed it. She curled against my side, her soft hair brushing my ear. I stared straight ahead, planning my attack.

I'd cook dinner for her. Breakfast too. We could go out wandering tomorrow. Local shops, a pub, the seaside. As long as we took frequent breaks for sex. Speaking of which, I wondered how long it would take for her to notice the huge tent in my jeans...

"Nick!"

I smiled. Not long apparently. I squeezed her hand, keeping my eyes on the road.

"I told you. You do things to me Rosie."

She hid her face in my shoulder. Then I felt her hand snake down to touch my thigh.

"You do things to me too..."

I groaned as her hand skimmed over my erection. It twitched, wanting to be in her hand. Jesus Christ. I was dreaming about a hand job for God's sake! This was getting ridiculous.

Gently I pulled her hand away.

"If you are going to do that, I'm going to have to pull over."

She laughed.

"Well, how far are we?"

I glanced at her, then at the GPS. She wasn't joking. She was as eager as I was to get back into bed.

"About forty minutes."

She pouted and slid back to her side of the car.

"Alright, I'll let you drive."

I laughed.

"You are something else, Rosie."

It was the right thing to do. Fucking her brains out on the side of the road could get us both arrested. That was the last thing she needed. I'd already taken her virginity and fucked her without a condom, multiple times.

She would hate me soon enough. For now though, I had her wrapped around my finger. Among my other, more sensitive body parts.

I groaned inwardly. I could not wait to get to the cottage.

Rosalie

"Is this it? It's so lovely Nico!"

He smiled at me, his bright blue eyes warm.

"Yes, this is the place."

I clapped my hands as he drove up the winding lane to the cottage. We were in the middle of nowhere, in the true country. Not the posh part right near London.
 

I loved it immediately.

I jumped out of the car. I could actually smell the ocean air. I closed my eyes inhaling the scent. Roses were growing up the side of the house, and along the fence and the gate. It was the end of the season, but there were still blooms.

It was perfect.

I felt shy suddenly as I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. We were here... to do
that
. For three days of uninterrupted splendor. I had no idea if I could keep up with him. I had no idea if I was doing anything right. Or what he wanted.

But... he'd said he would show me. And tell me. And show me again.

I was blushing as he turned me around and kissed me. His hands were on my face but they slowly slid down to my hips, holding me against him. So I could feel... it.

His very, very big
IT
.

I felt an answering warmth gathering in my belly. A soft moan escaped my lips. He was staring at me, his eyes dark and urgent.

"Come on."

He grabbed my hand, pulling me into the house.

"Shouldn't we unpack?"

He shook his head, not saying a word. I felt nervous again, wondering what he had in mind. I was sure it was wicked, whatever it was.

Wicked and wonderful.

He looked around quickly and then dragged me towards the dining room table. I was on my back in an instant. He'd lifted me and lowered me gently, but with a speed that astonished me. I was barely even jostled. He maintained eye contact while he pulled my boots off. Then my jeans. Then my panties.

He didn't bother with his own clothes.

Or my top.

Or my jacket.
 

I was breathing heavily as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. I watched as he started kissing his way up my thighs to my juncture. His breath was warm as it fanned my bare pussy lips. I felt so shy and exposed. But hot. And ready for whatever he had in store for me...

He kissed me softly, taking a little nip of each lip. I gasped at the sensation, goosebumps breaking out all over my body. Then he began working his tongue over my sensitive nub. He made a sharp point with his tongue. He flicked it against me at a high speed. I was coming before I knew what was happening to me.

It was that fast, that unexpected. I shuddered, my back slamming against the table as I convulsed.

He didn't stop though. Now he was focusing lower, pushing his tongue inside me at a leisurely pace. I moaned, my hands reaching for his hair. He caught my wrists and held them up as he fucked me with his tongue. He was going to make me cum again. I just knew it.

This time was even harder than the first.

Now he shifted upwards again, sucking my clit into his mouth. Oh, that was different... hot and warm and- his tongue started to work its magic on me again.

"Nico! Oh God!"

It was too much. I was on the verge of tears as I lost all sense of myself. My hands were held firmly in his. His weight held my hips down. My body was shaking uncontrollably.
 

Still he didn't stop.

It seems like it went on and on as he kept my orgasm going. I felt so weak as my muscles strained to control the shaking. But it was no use.

Finally he slowed, pressing kisses on my belly and thighs. He released my wrists and stared up at me. I reached for him but he shook his head.

"Nico..."

"You're sore."

"I'm fine. I want you."

He smiled, his face looking strained.

"There are other things we can do. Let me take care of you first. You must be hungry."

I frowned. Was he just going to leave himself unsatisfied? I had the vague idea that men put their own pleasure first. What was he trying to prove by denying himself?

"I don't understand. Are you alright?"

He nodded, not looking at me as he slid my panties up my legs.

"Yes, I'm fine. But- please keep an open mind. For later."

I stood up and took my jeans from him.

"We can do whatever you want. I promise."

His eyes looked so dark as he took my hand, kissing my inner wrist.

"Thank you."

I got dressed and watched as he unloaded the car.

I didn't understand what he was thanking me for.

After all, I was the one who should be thanking him.

Chapter Eleven

Nicholas

I chopped the potatoes with some onions and rosemary from the garden, throwing them into the sizzling pan. It was already warmed and oiled, ready for the fresh veggies.

Another pot had split red lentils already bubbling in it.
 
I added a dash of salt and pepper to each. Rosie sat at the kitchen counter, watching me. I'd poured us each a glass of wine. She sipped hers slowly. I knew she didn't drink much but I needed her relaxed for what I had in mind for later tonight.

Not drunk. Just... relaxed.

"That smells delicious."

I smiled at her and sipped my drink. I'd been in a state of frustrated arousal all day. My cock was going up and down like a seesaw. Well, not fully down. Not since I'd drained myself inside her early this morning.

My balls were starting to ache. Badly.

None of that mattered though. I was here for her. Never mind my excruciating attraction to her. It was about her pleasure. I had to remind myself of that over and over again.

Because my impulse was to take my own pleasure. To give and take. Like normal people.

But mostly to take.

That was not my role here though. I was a hired stud. I was just the meat here. I needed to remember that. I needed to remember the money.

All twenty thousand of it.

I tasted the food. It was done.
 

"Should we eat in here or the dining room?"

She gave me a meaningful look.

"Well, I do have a fondness for the dining room."

She was teasing me. I knew it. But it sent a bolt of lust straight to my groin.

"The dining room it is. After you."

I stared at her round little bottom as I followed her to the dining room. She carried the wine and our two half full glasses. I carried two heaping plates of vegetarian food.

I realized I would eat like this for the rest of my life for her. To make her happy. And because her idealistic worldview and reasoning was starting to make sense to me. Even if it didn't though, I would eat quinoa and mushrooms till the cows came home.

The truth was, I was starting to think I would do just about anything for her.