Page 92 of An Irresistible Force (Vancouver Vice)

“Awww,” Amanda complained. “You’re no fun.”

“You are going to eat those words in a few minutes.”

“Only a few minutes?” Her voice was mocking.

“Yeah, I’m not going to last too fucking long after everything you’ve done to me.”

I grinned down at her. Sex with Amanda was so different; we talked and joked about something that was usually so intense and serious. I really liked it. We communicated with our minds and our bodies.

But there was a time for thinking and a time for fucking. With the condom in place, I spread her thighs wide and thrust my cock deep inside her. She was slick and hot inside, and I drove in and out with a desperate energy. Then I moved her body around, lifted up one leg, and started fucking her sideways. It felt so good that way too, as I hit her at a different angle. Amanda was totally into it and kept reaching out to grab the nearest part of me: caressing my stomach, my chest, and finally my balls. The combination of her hands on me, her loud moaning, and the sensation of my cock driving inside her was too much, and I came hard.

I collapsed on top of her. When I recovered conscious thought, I planned the next few hours. Dinner. More fucking. Sleeping. More fucking. More sleeping. Even some talking.

There was a big stupid grin on my face that would not come off.

In the morning,I woke up, and Amanda was gone—as usual. But this time, I knew she couldn’t be far away. I pulled on sweat pants and went downstairs. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, already dressed, with a spatula in the one hand.

“Is that breakfast I smell?” I kissed the back of her neck and wrapped my arms around her.

“It is. Scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. We are rapidly coming to the end of my cooking skills.”

“Don’t worry, we’re going out to eat tonight. And if Jes asks you, we went out every night.”

She giggled. “Why do I have to lie to Jes?”

“He thinks I’m cheap.”

“That’s ridiculous. You can’t measure experiences by how much you pay for them. Last night was one of the best nights of my life.”

“Really?” Not only was that flattering, but we seemed to have the same philosophies on spending. It was weird that someone who had been brought up with so much money cared so little about it. But in another way, it made sense. When you can have anything you want, you figure out what the really important shit is.

After breakfast, we went out for a walk along the beach. The rain had stopped and there was even a little sunshine. Amanda looked cute all bundled up in her jacket. I held her hand as we walked along the beach. The waves were still crashing up, but it was less fierce than last night.

“We’re so lucky to live here,” she declared. “It’s so beautiful.”

I nodded. I liked the prairies, but the ocean and mountains of British Columbia were completely different. “I guess you’ve lived all around the world.”

“Well, in Asia. That was beautiful too, but nothing is the same as home.”

“So, no regrets about staying.”

She nodded. “What could be better? A great job, my family... and you.”

I squeezed her hand. But there was still one thing I wanted to get straightened out.

“I just wanted to let you know, that my whole career I’ve invested my money in safe things. And now I have enough to maintain a comfortable lifestyle, no matter what happens.” The words sounded awkward even as I said them.

Amanda’s forehead creased, but she was still smiling. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Well, I heard about your financial situation. And I wanted you to know, that I can, er, help you out.” This conversation was getting out of hand. It sounded like I was offering to support her or something. Way too soon, man.

“My financial situation?”

“Yeah. That your father didn’t leave you very much. And once your mom passes, you won’t have anything.”

She turned, draped her arms around my neck, and leaned her forehead against mine. “Let me get this straight. You heard that I don’t have any money, and you’re letting me know that you have enough for both of us.”

I nodded. “I’ve been lucky, you know, with hockey.” Everyone knew how big my contracts had been. But I wanted to reassure her that I hadn’t blown it all on cars and crap.

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