Page 3 of Chasing Ink
“I knew what I wanted before I started drinking,” she retorts, standing and pacing the length of the bungalow.“I’ve wanted you since I was a damn teenager, Alistair, so don’t tell me this has to do with the fact that I’m drunk.”
“Skye...”
“Let’s make a deal.”Her voice has gone up two octaves.“You want me and I want you.We’re here, on this island for the next week.Let’s just forget about who we are at home.”
“What?”
“Yes,” she says with a bright smile.“This is brilliant.This way we don’t have to worry about it turning shit upside down.You get a vacation fling and I can learn all the things I need to know for when I actually find a man that wants me.”
I’m standing now too.“You cannot be serious!”
“Oh, but I am,” she says with several nods.“I want you to teach me about sex and blowjobs and orgasms.And when we go back to Frankliton we can go back to our normal lives.”
“Teach?”I am confused as fuck, and I don’t know if she’s too drunk for this conversation or I am, but I do know that none of what she is saying makes a damn lick of sense.“Why would you need...”
She stares at me with a dumbfounded look.“I’m a virgin.”She says it so matter of fact, but it hits me like a ton of bricks.
“No.I’ve seen you leave the bar with guys.You went to college in New York for crying out loud.”
She laughs.She actually fucking laughs.“I’ve never even had someone touch my boobs.That kiss,” she points at the couch we were just sitting on.“That was like the sixth kiss in my whole life and definitely the first proper one.”
“But...You always say stuff,” I mutter stumbling over my own words.None of this is making any fucking sense.
“It’s embarrassing.”
I stare at her in stunned silence.My mind and my hormones are raging a mile a minute.My cock is hard and heavy in my pants, begging to get to her.I could be her first.
“Please Ali?”her words are soft as she places her hand on my chest, over my erratically beating heart.“I trust you.And after, we can walk away.No one needs to know.”
Fuck, that’s tempting.Even though I know I will never be able to forget any of this, or her, I really, stupidly, want to grab this opportunity.Even if it means that I will live the rest of my life knowing what it is like to have her but still needing to let her go.
“If you still want to do this when you’re sober, come talk to me.”
Chapter Two
I’m Sober...What Now?
