Page 20 of Game Changer

“For fuck sake Zara will you listen to me.”

She turns to me, the tears in her eyes glistening in the mute light overhead and her bottom lip is trembling. She shakes her head, but she doesn’t move. On a blink, tears drop from her lids.

“Come here,” I whisper and take her hand pulling her towards me. I wipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs and she lets out a sob.

“I’m sorry, I should never have said anything”.

“Stop. Please Zara. I’m glad you told me, but I wish you’d told me all those years ago. I would never have gone away if I’d known.”

“Why do you think I didn’t tell you? If you hadn’t gone, you wouldn’t be where you are now. I could never have lived with myself if I’d ruined your career.”

“Do you know how many times over the years I’ve wanted to tell you I loved you? Because I’ve lost count. I should never have asked you to resume a friends with benefits relationship with me. It was selfish. I thought it was the only way I could get close to you again. I’m sorry. I’m in love with you, always have been. I want to be with you.”

“We are a pair of fucking idiots Buckie. What the hell have we been doing all these years?”

“Not what we should have been doing. I want to kiss you so bad right now, but I’m terrified.”

“Why?” She whispers.

“Because there’s no going back from this.”

She plants her lips on mine, taking me by surprise as she brings her body up close to mine. I kiss her, and this time I don’t hold back. She’s still familiar, as if we haven’t been apart for the last five years. But this seems different somehow. A declaration of love might do that to people who’ve only known meaningless sex.

“I don’t want to do this here,” I whisper against her lips, and she moves her head back to look at me.

“Me neither.”

“Come with me.” I take her hand and we head out the door, along the corridor to the old part of the castle that houses the bedrooms.

We reach my room and when I open the door, I’m embarrassed by the state I left the place in this morning. The bed looks like someone’s had a toga party and discarded their clothes.

“Sorry.” I turn to find her smiling at me.

“S’ok we’re going to mess it up anyway.”

I pull her in and close the door. “You sure you want to do this? I swear to god I want nothing more but I’m bloody nervous as hell.”

“Are you going to stand there and give me a million reasons why we shouldn’t do this Buckie? Cos you’re kind of ruining the mood here.”

I take a deep breath in, my nostrils flaring. One long stride has me as close to her body as I can get fully clothed. I take the nape of her neck in my hand and pull her in for a hard, slow kiss.

“Mmm. You’re like home Zar.”

“Welcome home then Buckie,” she says on a sexy smile as she pulls the waistband of my jeans. She unbuckles my belt, her touch sending shivers up my spine.

I let out a long groan as she unbuttons the front of my jeans and runs her fingers inside the waistband of my boxers. The sensation of her fingertips millimetres from the head of my hard cock is almost too much to bear.

“Zar.” I swallow hard, and she takes me in her cool hand, the sensation against my heat makes my body jerk.

“Sorry I know my hands are cold. Let me sort that.”

She removes her hand and I’m given no warning as she sinks to her knees. She pulls my jeans and boxers right down my legs and takes the head of my cock right into her mouth.

“Fuck, Zar… Jesus.” I can hardly string a sentence together and I hold onto the door frame fearing I’ll collapse in a heap on the floor.

“Mmm,” she hums against me, and I look down at her. The sight of her there on her knees almost has me blowing my load before I’ve even had the time to enjoy it. It’s the most powerful position a woman can be in.

“You know what this does to me. You need to stop.” My words come out on a strangled groan as her mouth leaves me. As a parting shot, she licks my shaft from balls to tip. She has a wicked glint in her eyes, and she smiles as she puts her tongue back in her mouth.

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