Page 4 of Spiralling Skywards
She had a big wide shiny belt around a waist that was so small I probably could’ve spanned it with my hands, and it took everything I had in me not to walk right up behind her and do exactly that.
She turned.
I swayed slightly and tried not to let anyone notice the adjustment I had to instantly make to my pants.
“Fuck me.” Quietly escaped from between my gritted teeth.
She was wearing a basque, or corset, or whatever the fuck those lace up things that for the sanity of every hot-blooded bloke on the planet shouldonlybe worn as underwear. It looked like it had been painted on, and then it didn’t. It ended, the underwear thing that looked like it belonged in another century, and the most amazingly pale, flawless, creamy skin began. Her tits sat perfectly on her chest. I may have groaned slightly as her exposed flesh jiggled as she moved. My eyes wandered slowly to her neck, where a piece of black satin encircled her perfect throat, and then travelled on up to her face.
Herface.
Thatface.
You know how in cartoons, when a character swallows a bomb, or dynamite and it blows up inside them? There were no blood, or guts, just aboomand a yellow flash as their body expands and then contracts, smoke sometimes coming out of their ears . . . Yeah, you still with me? Well, as I watched her walk across the room, balancing four shot glasses in her hands, I knew exactly how each and every one of those cartoon characters felt, except it wasn’t because I’d swallowed dynamite, it was my heart, my head, my entire body’s reaction toher.
Those curves.
That waist.
Those tits.
That face.
Wide blue eyes, lined with black. Full, plump lips stained red. Shortish hair, the colour of . . . what was that colour? Light gold or copper, even a little bit of blonde, whatever. Just like the rest of her, it was perfect. Fucking perfect.
I wanted to reach out and touch, stroke, lick, and suck that creamy skin, and just as if my desires had a voice, as if my need, want, and lust could be heard above the sound of “Love Don’t Let Me Go”, she stopped moving. I stopped breathing. Silently, or maybe it wasn’t, I begged her to turn around and look at me.
And then she did.
That heart of mine, the one that had just exploded in my chest? I wanted to cut it out. Cut it out, carve her name into it, and then hand it to her on a plate. I wanted her to own it. To do whatever the fuck she wanted with it, because it was hers, and I feared, or subconsciously hoped, that it quite possibly always would be.
“That’s Mel, she’s Luke’s ex so it’s no good you getting your sights set there,” Dick, I mean Declan, said from beside me. I blinked a few times as I processed what he’d just said. Shorty, the girl with that skin and the jiggle thing going on, broke our connection, turned, and walked off through the crowd.
“What’s that, mate?” I knew exactly what he just told me, I just didn’t want it to be true. Luke had told me all about Mel, she was an ex-girlfriend of his that he’d recently recruited to work for us.
I was worried at first that their past could be an issue, but he’d promised me they’d both moved on.
When Luke had first left England to travel, Mel was his girlfriend. She was just finishing up an internship and had promised to wait for him, even promised to meet up with him and spend time wherever he settled, then only three weeks after he left, she was caught by her boss’s wife, sucking her boss’s dick. Turned out, she’d also been fucking the boss’s son. The rumour mill of their small hometown in England swung in to play, and news reached Luke just a few days later.
I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack as my brain processed all the information. My heart beat so hard against the confines of my ribcage that I was convinced I would break a bone . . . damage some cartilage at the very least. I didn’t want her to be Mel, I didn’t want her to be Luke’s ex. I didn’t want her to be the kind of girl that was capable of treating my business partner like that. In fact, the very thought of her fucking or sucking anyone caused such an inexplicably intense ache in my chest it was visceral.
I knocked back the last of the drink and finally let out a long breath.
Jet lag.
That was the only thing I could put my extreme reaction to this girl down to. I didn’t do this, it wasn’t me.
“Luke’s ex. Nice to look at but she’s toxic to touch.” I heard Declan comment from beside me.
“Not a problem, mate. She’s really not my type.”
“Good, coz that would cause all sorts of trouble in paradise, and really mess up your newly established little business venture and partnership.”
I turned and looked at him with a frown. What the fuck was this bloke’s problem? He winked at me before adding, “And Mel’s everyone’s type, but don’t worry about it, your secret’s safe with me.”
I caught the barmaid’s eye and ordered another drink, a double in fact, and turned away from him, choosing to totally ignore what he’d just said.
