Done!
Gone!
Bang in love and I know there is no going back.
My eyes fill with tears, and I fight to stop my chin wobble as I watch him. I’d been with Reggie for five years, but never, at any stage of our relationship, not even at the end had I been hit by a tidal wave of emotion like this.
I swipe tears away from under my eyes at the same time as I smile and laugh at Koa’s moves and everyone’s reaction to them.
I’ve fallen in love with a hip-thrusting, gravelly voiced cowboy, who chose to work on a building site and not travel with his band so that he could retain custody of his daughter and be there for his son.
I am almost choking on whatever it is that seems to be lodged in my throat and gulp down my wine in an attempt at dispersing the sensation.
The song ends, more cheers, back slaps, handshakes happen, and then he’s right in front of me.
Me.
He’s mine.
“Get your coat, call a cab, Uber, Batman, I don’t fucking care, we’re going.”
His glassy eyes are on me, his skin has a sheen of sweat coating it, and he’s grinning a sexy grin.
“Am I about to get lucky?’
“You are about to be blessed by the Gods of blowjobs and multiple positions.Weare about to rewrite the Kama Sutra.”
He reaches for my coat that’s hanging on the back of my stool and helps me put it on before grabbing his own. Without saying goodbye to anyone, he laces his fingers through mine drags me through the crowd, out the door, and into the car park, thankfully there is a line of taxis waiting, and the bouncer calls one over as soon as Koa gives him the imperceptible nod that says ‘we need a cab’.
As soon as we slide into the back, he’s pushing my palm down onto his rock hard erection. He gives the driver our address, and I’m grateful for the darkness as Koa continues to move my hand over him at the same time he rubs his hand over the top of the inside of my thigh.
The driver engages Koa in conversation. They talk, I rub and silently hate denim, it’s thickness, durability, and itsinabilityto magically vanish when required.
We almost fall out of the cab in our rush to get inside the cabin.
Koa has me pressed against his front door as he attempts to unlock it while grinding his hard-on into the crack of my arse.
His hands slide around my waist to stop me from falling when the door flies open. Still behind me, Koa walks us through the hallway, up the stairs, and into my bedroom.
My room again, not his.
Don’t go there, Gracie. Do. Not. Go—
He’s fucked other birds in that bed, I just know it. That’s why he doesn’t want me in there. He’s just being considerate of my feelings. That’s something at least, I s’pose.
Before I can think any further, we become a frantic tangle of arms, legs, and clothes in our rush to get naked. Koa’s mouth seeks out mine intermittently, and I love the fact that he can’t wait until we’re fully undressed before he needs the contact between us again.
Each of my boots crashes to the floor as Koa pulls them off, toes off his own, and undoes his belt buckle.
I pull my cream off-the-shoulder cashmere jumper—a thirty quid bargain from Zara last spring—over my head and then lean back on my elbows to enjoy watching theKoa Getting Nakedshow.
My mouth goes dry when he reaches over his head and pulls his top off in that oh so sexy way that some men do.
He drops it to the floor and looks down at me. His eyes dart over my face and then down to my La Perla, Peony, tulle and satin bra—this, unfortunately, was not a bargain and cost me a whopping four-hundred quid, but judging by the look on Koa’s face right now, it was worth every fucking penny!
He leans in and kisses me, much more gently this time. His tongue dances and tangles with mine as he unbuttons my jeans, pulls down the zip and slides them down my hips. He breaks our kiss to give me room to lift my bum so he can pull them off. Then he takes a small step back and takes in every inch of my underwear-clad body.
I reach out and unbutton his jeans, he watches me, so I keep my eyes on his as I pull down the zip, slide my fingers inside both his jeans and boxers at his hips, and pull them down.