“Donovan Kincaid doesn’t know what to do with a kid. This is you
trying to keep him from me, like you always do.” This conversation
reaffirmed my decision to get a second apartment in New York City—
so that I could visit more often and have more access to Aaron.
“I’m not keeping him from anyone. You are delusional.”
“And you’re ice. Cold and bitter and mean. Exactly the qualities
that drove me to leave you.” Maybe I was going there after all.
“You didn’t leave me because I was cold and bitter. You left
because I cheated on you.” She’d destroyed my heart with her
betrayal and she almost sounded like she was gloating.
To hell with her.
“You were ice cold and bitter before that. It simply took the act of
you cheating on me to recognize that I couldn’t…” I paused and
inhaled deeply. I didn’t need to relive this. I didn’t want to remember
how deeply I’d once believed in her. In us.
“That you couldn’t save me?” she finished for me. “Couldn’t make
me whole again? Is that what you were going to say?” She was
callous and cruel as she pointed out how naïve I had been to think
that I could love her better.
Yes, Ellen, we are in agreement there.
I’d been stupid in those romantic notions. I was wiser now. And I
didn’t see any point in returning to naivety, regardless of the pull my
heart occasionally gave.
“I’m picking Aaron up from school when he’s done with the day,” I
said firmly, refusing to dwell on the past any longer. “I’ll make sure he
reviews his Latin before I drop him off at home. And, by God, Ellen,
you better have me approved to retrieve him or I’ll get my solicitor
involved.” Then, before she could refute me, I said good night and
clicked off the phone.
What a goddamned shrew.
I was energized with rage, my heart racing with the power of it.
But underneath my temper was a dangerous longing. A yearning
for a different time. A time when I could afford the innocent
enthusiasm for human connection. Before I knew how cruel people
could be. Before I understood the downfalls of being vulnerable.
What a rose-colored world it had been—a prettier, more tolerable
world—when I’d believed wholeheartedly in commitments and
forever. When lust and love were two sides of the same coin. Sex,
an expression of feelings rather than just a pleasurable release.
I longed to be free of the reality that I wore like chains around my
neck.
And then! Then I could ask a girl back to my hotel room without
caring about age differences or impropriety or what state my suite
had been left in. I could get lost in the breathlessness of her kiss, not
worrying about anyone’s feelings or what might inevitably happen if I
put my trust in her embrace. I could imagine it so vividly, what it
would be like to be that kind of a man again, what it would be like to
kiss a girl like Audrey, undress her, teach her. Make love to her.
My trousers were bulging again with the fantasy. I was throbbing
and thick. I couldn’t make it to the shower if I tried.
I shoved down my trousers and pulled out my cock, fisting it with
my right hand as I sat down on the chair. With my eyes closed, I
remembered vividly the weight of Audrey on my lap, remembered
the pleasurable burn of her rubbing up and down along the
imprisoned length of my hard-on. Remembered the press of her
breasts against my chest, her nipples so taut they spiked through the
layers of clothing between us. Remembered her mouth as it gave in
to my wicked desire, my tongue caressing and schooling her at
once. My lips memorizing her and debauching her.
My palm stroked angrily across the inflamed skin of my cock,
faster and faster, punishing myself even as the pleasure built and
built and built, like static on a balloon when rubbed against a headful
of hair. Like stockinged feet, trudged across the carpet. Like too
many plugs jammed into a wall socket, my orgasm surged through
me with electrical shock. Cum spilled out over my fist as I tugged
and tugged, past the point of comfort, until everything inside me had
fallen in thick ropes across my bare stomach, dirty and filthy and
obscene.
I sat for several minutes, staring at the mess I’d made, my hands
shaking from the release as, little by little, the delirious flash of bliss
dissolved into cold, hard reality.
I was alone. I would always be alone.
I’d learned the hard way that alone was the most sensible way to
live.
There was no benefit of vulnerability. There was no “making
love.” There was no reason to trust. Hearts were for pumping oxygen
through the body. They didn’t break. They beat on.
Audrey had called me a liar when she’d suggested that I secretly
believed in her religion of romance, but she was wrong.
I wasn’t a liar. I was a man who could no longer believe in the lie.
FOUR
AUDREY
“HE KISSED YOU?”
Of course I told my sister.
I told her as soon as she walked through the door. Mostly,
because I wanted to be sure it wouldn’t be a surprise if Dylan said
anything to her, but also because I shared everything with Sabrina.
Well, almost everything. I never actually talked about sex with
her, but that was because she had a barrier like a thirteen inch
cement wall surrounding her when it came to the subject. Talking
about sex made her tense and agitated. I’d decided that meant she
was either asexual or into some weird stuff in the bedroom. Not that
I’d knock her either way.
“More like I kissed him,” I said, since I’d initiated the whole thing. I
didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about the situation. Because
there had been absolutely nothing wrong about that kiss at all—
except that it had been too short.
Just remembering the way Dylan’s mouth fit so perfectly against
mine brought a swarm of butterflies to my tummy.
“You kissed my boss?” Sabrina seemed to be having a hard time
wrapping her head around the fact. Obviously she was stuck on her
own relationship with the man.
But I’d already thought about that.I kicked off my shoes and pulled my knees underneath me on thecouch. “Dylan is not actually your boss. He’s more like your boss’sequal, if you want to be technical.” And, to be fair, she herself wassleeping with a different man who was her boss’s equal. If therewasn’t an issue there, why would there be an issue with me?She dropped her coat and purse on the back of the sofa and puta stern fist on her hip—one of the postures she took when she wasassuming a motherly role with me. “If you want to be technical, he’sold enough to be your father.”I rolled my eyes. “He is not. He’s just experienced and wise.” Tobe honest, I wasn’t actually sure of Dylan’s age.“He’s twenty years older than you.”Huh. I’d guessed more like fifteen. “Maybe I have a thing fordads.” I didn’t, I didn’t think, but I could. Could I? Was that thecomfort I’d been unable to replicate with my previous boyfriends?“Don’t knock my kink. I don’t knock yours.” I was possibly m
I WAITED until Sabrina had left before coming out of my room forbreakfast. I didn’t want her to drill me about my plans for the day,and boy, did I have plans.First, I hustled over to a boutique lingerie shop nearby Sabrina’sMidtown apartment. They were on holiday schedule and openedearly, so I got what I needed and was at the register well before ten.With my purchases “in hand,” so to say, I finally pulled out myphone to get ahold of Dylan. Sure, I could have texted him before I’dgone shopping, but I didn’t want to seem desperate, contacting himbefore the sun had reached a decent place in the sky. Because Iwasn’t desperate. I was eager. There was a difference, I was sure.I had, however, composed my text the night before so it wasready to go with just a press of the send button.A: Happy Tuesday! Did U sleep OK?Polite, harmless. A message that wouldn’t scare him off.Still, he took his time answering. Almost seven whole minutes.Thankfully there was a Starbucks next door s
“I lured you? How is that possible when I’m the one who hasjoined you on your day’s plans? It seems, Dylan Locke, that you mayhave lured me.”Her expression was so convincing, I momentarily doubted myself.“No, no. I most definitely didn’t lure you. You lured me with your talkof fate and finding out what it had to do with us.”“Kismet,” she corrected.“Yes, that’s right. Kismet. You dangled the word out in front of methe way a fisherman dangles a—”“Hook?” she guessed.I narrowed my eyes. “Lure.”Her smile widened. “That’s amazing that a simple text messagecould hold that much power over you. Why do you think that is, doyou suppose?”And that was the real question, more important than why she washere. The question about why I was tempting myself with somethingI was never going to believe in. About why her particular lure was soirresistible. The question I’d hoped she’d be able to answer becauseI was at a loss.A question that wasn’t getting answered now either because thees
“Incredible!” Audrey gasped from behind me. She ran giddily tolook outside, stopping several feet short of the actual windows.“You don’t feel the true impact without getting close up.” I’dapparently forgotten my determination to pretend she wasn’t there.“That’s okay. I’m good right here. I’m afraid of heights.” Sheglanced quickly to Jeff Jones who’d entered the room with her. “Youknow that, Daddy,” she added, remembering her ruse.I hadn’t thought she could be afraid of anything, daring andimpetuous that she was. This new insight added to the enigma ofAudrey Lind. Part wildling, part devil, part innocent, all contradiction.“I thought you’d grown out of it,” I muttered. Whatever was Idoing, playing along?And she was invading my space again, standing too close,smelling too good. Making my jumper feel too hot and my throat feeltoo tight.I had to hurry this tour up.Sticking my hands in my trouser pockets, I turned to the agent.“The website said this unit is up for lease as
SIXAUDREYDYLAN SEEMED TO GO PALE. He normally had rather fair skin—probably because he was British and because his work habits didn’tlet him out in the sun too often—but now he was even whiter thanusual.Maybe it was a bit scandalous to just drop my dress the way Ihad. I could have talked to him about my plan first, but after the wayhe’d kissed me the night before, I didn’t think conversation wasnecessary. I was certainly still buzzing from the feel of his lips andthe sweep of his tongue. I thought a little skin would be all that wasneeded to reignite those passions in him as well.Instead, it seemed to throw him into a state of shock.“Audrey,” he stammered, his eyes darting everywhere, then tome, then quickly to anywhere else but me. He was deliberately tryingnot to look, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself. “What the bloodyhell are you doing, girl?” He picked my dress up off the floor andbrought it to me. “Put this on. Please. There aren’t curtains. Thewhole city
“Yes, I’m sure. Or, it’s nearly twenty. Nineteen, to be precise.”“Nineteen.” I thought about that for a minute, growing morecomfortable with the idea by the moment. “That’s kind of hot, isn’t it?That a woman that you’re interested in who is nineteen years yourjunior is throwing herself at you? Begging you to teach her a thing ortwo. Or seven.”I’d closed in on him while I was talking, trapping him against thearmchair. He didn’t realize until he’d tripped and fell backward intothe seat, but he’d only caught the edge in his fall and immediatelyslipped to the ground.And I slipped right into his lap.I spread my legs, straddling him the way I had the night before.His breath came fast, but even, and his skin was hot to the touch as Iswept my finger across his forehead, brushing away the hair that hadfallen there. He locked his eyes on mine, the pupils darkening asthey lingered in his stare.“I’m supposing you don’t need CPR,” I teased. I was terrible, buthe was too easy.His
It took me a few minutes to realize he was purposefully tauntingme.Then it took me another few minutes to realize I really liked thistoo. I mean, I hated it. But as the torture continued, a tension builtinside me, low and deep. A hum that spread through my core andout to my limbs. By the time he lowered himself to grind across mycrotch, I was already halfway to an orgasm.From there, the hum intensified quickly. Each thrust of his pelvisagainst mine sent me closer to the edge. He still had his pants on! Istill had on panties, and yet he’d found the perfect spot, hit it onevery stroke, making the hum swell and expand and consume andtake over and buzz, buzz, buzz, and…Suddenly it was all gone at the sound of a clearing throat.Guess when I’d sent the agent away I’d forgotten that he’d alsobe coming back.Whoops.I wasn’t sorry. I wasn’t sorry at all.SEVENDYLANI’D NEVER LOST an erection so fast.Thank God, since it made it easier to scramble to my feet anddistract Jeff Jo
“I KNEW it would happen one day, honestly. He’s a teenager now.He wants to spend his school breaks on skiing trips with his friendsand playing marathon sessions of Fortnite, or whatever the game ishe’s into at the moment. He doesn’t want to waste half of hisholidays stuck in an aeroplane traveling to visit his boring old father.”I paused to take a swallow of my champagne. It was early foralcohol, but Audrey had said the finding of my apartment hadwarranted a celebration, and as I’d already discovered, it wasimpossible to deny her whims.Which was also why I’d spent the last ten minutes waxing onabout Aaron. What a boring subject for a young female companion.Nothing could bring out the old man in me like reminding me of myteenager. I knew better than to bring up the topic, but as soon as thewaiter had taken our order, she’d asked.And she was compelling, that one was. She didn’t have to asktwice.To her credit, she’d remained engaged throughout my indulgentrant, asking qu