Page 48 of Broken Hero
“Oh yes Dec, harder, harder!” I say as I ride through my orgasm. Heavenly.
He gets fast, really fast, his movements get jerky. He plants himself inside me, and I hear and feel him groan as he releases into me. He freezes for a time and starts to move slowly again, in and out - gliding. I feel so sensitive that I can feel every movement; it still feels fantastic.
I whimper when he slides out of me.
He makes a growling sound. “That noise you make when I'm pulling out of you – I love it – it’s like you don't want to lose me.”
“That's because I don't.” I pant, coming down from my overexertion.
He eases me up and turns me around. His mouth is on mine as he kisses me slowly for a time, revelling in my mouth, my tongue, losing me in the kiss.
He breaks off eventually. “I need to sort this out.” Meaning the condom.
I nod, and he moves away to the door. I pull my underwear up and straighten my skirt. That was unexpected - but bloody brilliant - I’ll have more of the same, please. I wonder if I should tell Mia and Robyn about this weekend. I know Robyn wouldn't tell Jack if I asked her not to; I need to tell someone, I'm going to explode. I'm on a fantastic high from the most earth-shattering sex I've ever experienced. If, after this weekend is over, it means sex with Declan is over, I'm going to get my fill now. He’s at work at ten - night shift, so he's going to need some sleep before he goes to work. It’s only one pm now - I'm due at work at four - that gives us a couple of hours.
I run upstairs to talk him into it - I don't think he will need much persuading.
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TWO WEEKS LATER .. .
I'm not too sure how to tell Declan where I'm going tonight. Two weeks have passed, and we are still behaving like sex-starved wild animals. The weekend went into a week, the week went into two, now I think we've given up saying that we’re going to stop and are enjoying it for what it is.
But I need to tell him that I'm going out with Onzo tonight. I don't know what Onzo wants with me - but this week he hasn't left me alone. Messaging me, calling me, saying that he’s sorry, that there is something between us blah blah blah. He’s in England this weekend and wants me to meet with him. I said no at first - not because of Declan - he and I aren't a thing. I don't want to go there with Onzo again. Fool me once shame on him, fool me twice...I'm worth more than that. He can piss off. The trouble is, he hasn't left me alone and says that he wants to talk. A tiny part of me is wondering what he could possibly have to say. He says that he will change my mind about us being over if I meet up with him, that there’s something he wants to ask me. I liked Onzo. I mean, it was never anything serious, but when is it ever?
For some reason, I’m the girl that guys want to shag but never want to get serious with. It must be something I put out there - something I'm doing wrong because I do want that special someone - someone to come home to at night. These last few weeks with Dec have made me realise that more than ever. Coming home to him, cooking dinner together sometimes, he even ran a bath for me one night, someone to watch TV with - even if he does complain about my choices all the time. I know that Dec will never go there with me, and I could fall for him. I'm purposely keeping emotions out of it because I know if I go down that rabbit hole, I ain't ever coming back up.
I'm ready to meet Onzo – I pick my phone and call a taxi. Dec isn't due to end his shift until eight, which means if I time it right, I’ll get away with texting him that I'm going out. I don’t want to tell him in person because I will surely look guilty.
I gather all my things together when I hear the front door go.
“Soph, you home?”
I frown, no way,shit! He shouldn't be home yet.
He walks into the living room and frowns when he sees me dressed up. It’s Wednesday after all - usually, I'm in my pyjamas and a messy bun with a fleecy blanket watching TV.
“Where are you off to?” he asks
“I'm...off out...in a while.” See? Totally sound guilty. I'm not cheating on him - this is not against our rules; we don't have any rules. He made it clear he doesn't want anything more than sex, so I can’t see why I have such a problem telling him.
“Yeahhhh...” He draws the word out as if to say obviously, “but where?”
Deep breath, Soph.
“I'm meeting Onzo. He’s been in touch, says he wants to talk to me.”
The atmosphere thickens in the room and I feel something emanating from Dec that I can't quite put my finger on.
“You're what?” his voice is quiet.
“I'm going to meet Onzo.” I stand up straight - he will NOT make me feel shit about this.
“What the fuck are you meeting that loser for?”
He is pushing my buttons. I try not to get riled. “He’s asked if I can meet him. He’s in the UK and says it’s important.”
His eyes flash with anger.
