Page 26 of Secrets in Love
“Sorry, what a bloody loser I am. There. Are you happy?” I threw a toddler-like tantrum as I got to my feet while my near seventy-year-old aunt celebrated her childish victory by dancing while still on her bum. Her age and position soon came back to haunt her.
“Shit. Help me the fuck up, darling.”
“Hey! Language!”
“Sorry, sorry!” Jocie held up her hand in both apology and for assistance. I grabbed it, pulled her to her feet, and she pulled me into a vise-like hug. ”We must find a new way to solve our feuds, Evie. I’m getting too old for this shi—rubbish.”
Nate
I’d not heard a peep from Evie since blabbing thatshewas my number-one girl, not Iris. No single email, text, or phone call had come my way in weeks. I was sure she’d been flirting with me, but clearly, I’d read things wrong. The notion of us together was so sickening, perhaps even horrifying, that she’d been scared off. Maybe I just pushed too hard, too fast.DO NOT think about Evie and pushing hard and fast.
Fortunately, I had a shapely, five-foot-seven, brunette distraction.
Polly was hot, smelled like sin, and was insatiable—coming to visit, then coming on my fingers, tongue, or cock almost every night. Yesterday, she took us into daylight hours and popped into the shearing shed for a quickie behind the bailer. Bending her over, taking her hard and fast from behind, I smacked her ass and took pleasure in how her face pressed against the corrugated iron as she screamed my name and begged me to break her. So loud were her cries that we were almost busted by Gus, the cook who ventured away from his beef stew to see what all the fuss was. Was I embarrassed to say the risk factor made it even hotter? Not nearly as much as I should have been.
My current distraction was her apparent love of riding me reverse cowgirl. I must say, it was a spectacular view, and she was outstanding in the saddle.
“Pull my hair, baby, pull it hard!”
“Fuck, Polly!”
As she demanded, her long, chocolate ponytail was wrapped around my wrist. With each tug, her back further arched, she screamed to the heavens, and after getting excited and almost tearing the girl’s hair out, we came together in a flurry of expletives.
Polly continued to roll her hips over mine as she floated back to earth before dismounting, kindly disposing of the condom, then tucking in beside me.
Cuddling after sex had always been a big no-no for me. Honestly, I had no idea how to hold her or why touching her so intimately suddenly felt so foreign. A twinge of guilt shuddered over me when her cheek caressed my nipple. Seconds earlier, she was riding me into oblivion, and I was more than okay with that. After all, uncomplicated sex that helped me to stop thinking about Evie was at the core of my plan. But the way she clung to me was…felt…like more. Real girlfriend-boyfriend more.
But that’s what I wanted, right? At least I thought that’s what I wanted… I think… Right?
I was confusing myself. Polly, playing with the three strands of chest hair I proudly sported, then tracing the small tattoo on my left pec, didn’t help. “Why a daisy?”
“What?” I tried to sit up, but she beat me, positioning herself so those beautiful tits fell directly in and brushed my face. What can I say? The girl knew how to get my attention. “Your tatt. Why did you choose a little daisy? Seems a bit feminine for a rough and tumble shearer.”
“Umm… I, umm… I think I was drunk. Can’t really remember. Want a drink?”
She shook then lowered her head, took my right nipple into her mouth and bit down. “Hmm, you taste good, but I smell bullshit. Are you sure thatweeflower has nothing to do with aweedancing, daisy-loving lass with blonde curls?”
“Pfft. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Using more force than on my previous attempt, I again tried to rise. But Polly was too quick, swinging her leg over and straddling my hips, then grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. I hated how good it felt to my treacherous body. “Let me up, Polly, I want to go home.”
“I know you do. But I don’t want you to…and I always get what I want.” I turned my head to dodge her incoming kiss, but I was rapidly learning Polly was no quitter. My lips may have been out of play, but my neck was ripe for the picking. She traced over my Adam’s apple with her nose, nipped the skin just above my collarbone, then sucked my flesh like a lollipop.
Like her, it was undeniably sexy, but I couldn’t give in…again.
I bit my lip, thought of Nanna, and willed my body not to react. When I succeeded, and Polly realized her attempts were falling flat, she changed tactics. Sucking became soft, languid caresses of tongue. Her touch became gentle. She released my hands and nuzzled into the crook of my neck with a sensual hum. “You’re so warm, Natey.”
Damn. It worked.
I gave in and rested my chin in her mess of hair.
“Do you want to go do something this weekend?” she asked. “I thought we could go to the farmer’s market, then see a movie?”
“The market? A movie? The weekend? This weekend? I don’t know what you mean.”
“For fuck’s sake, Nate, am I speaking a different language? Yes. The weekend. Not the singer, but those days that are called Saturday and Sunday? I have them both off and thought it would be fun to see each other with some clothes on.” My body stiffened beneath her—and not in the way I was used to. “I can feel you tensing, Nate. Don’t you want to spend time with me?”
Well…
“No, it’s not that. Not at all. It’s just… I didn’t think we were there yet.”
