Page 90 of Rebound
“Take me home,” she whispers and it’s in all the unsaid things I know what she wants.
Thirty-One. Kept my promise
Tamara
When the invite popped into my inbox about the DJ duo returning for another silent disco in Chennai, I asked for two tickets and submitted all the necessary details. The idea of wrapping myself around Patrick to forget the world was what drove me to make this decision. I didn’t consider how horny I would be the minute I laid eyes on him. Especially the way he kissed me, making sure his tongue touched every inch of my mouth. I can still feel his mouth even though I’m pressed to his back, the city blurring past us.
We hit a red light and I straighten up, adjusting the jacket he gave me. I look around at where we are and smile, aware I’m about to suggest we do something so totally out of my comfort zone. But it’s going to take us another thirty minutes to get home and I can’t wait that long. I pat his thigh and point to the side. He nods without asking for more information and when the light turns green, he shifts lanes and veers to the right.
While I’m not very familiar with this area, I know eventually we’ll be on the road that takes us to the beach. It’s a ten minute drive before I can hear the ocean and feel the salt stick to my skin. This long stretch has no lights or anything, really. It’s not even a road, if I’m being honest. Palm and coconut trees crowd together around the mud lane, but provides enough protection. Since it’s still technically part of the city, we definitely don’t have to worry about wild animals.
Patrick brings the bike to a stop and I dismount. My eyes slip shut as I take off the helmet and inhale deeply. The breeze is way cooler here than further in and I’m glad for the air brushing against my warm skin, making my hair flutter around my face. I turn to Patrick and smile. He’s straddling the bike, helmet resting on the engine while his bandana covers the bottom half of his face. Thanks to the moonlight, I can see the way his amber eyes sparkle.
“What are we doing, Lotus?”
“Being naughty,” I reply and his eyebrow quirks up. “There’s nobody here; we’ve got this stretch all to ourselves.”
He stares at me before realisation settles. It’s in the way his body straightens and eyes widen. I nod and chew on my bottom lip as Patrick kicks the stand down and swings one long leg over the side of the bike. I twist my fingers as I watch him, suddenly nervous and unclear of how we’re going to do this. He glances at me over his shoulder and the corner of his mouth dips.
“You look scared, Tamara. We can go home.”
“No. Not scared … this is a big deal.”
He stands in front of me, hands cradling my face as he tips it up gently. “It is and it isn’t. Okay? It’s you and me. We’ve done this before. We did this last night.”
“Yeah. Last night is what prompted this.”
“I’ll follow your lead, baby. Tell me what you want.”
I lean into his touch and close my eyes, visualising all the different positions I’ve researched. As a fat woman, there’s a lot that doesn’t work for me. And as a fat pregnant woman, I feel like everything is far more limited. When I open my eyes, Patrick’s still there waiting for me. He smiles and I return it, pushing onto my toes to kiss him.
I pull away, hands on his chest and say, “Bend me over the seat?”
“Okay. I don’t have any condoms though.”
I smile and gesture to my stomach. “Tested and everything’s clear. Besides, you’re the only person I’ve been with in three years.”
“Good,” he growls. Of course this man is possessive. “I got tested before Paris and everything’s clear. What else?”
“I have lube in my bag, in case we need it.”
“Attagirl. Will we need it?”
I shrug, biting on my bottom lip. His thumb captures it, before I can chew it nervously, and tugs it free. “I might need more stimulation.”
“Okay. Something else on your mind?”
“I’ve never done this before. I’ve always wanted to fuck outdoors, in public, get wild and loud. But this is my first time.”
A smile lights up his eyes and my knees shake. “Your first, huh? I like that I’m still that guy.”
“It’s always been you, Trick.”
His smile freezes and fades, then his mouth is roughly pressing into mine. I moan, fingers curling into his shirt as I flick my tongue out. His hands slide down my neck, shoulders, back and to my ass. He grabs two handfuls and squeezes, pulling my bottom half into his. He’s hard against my stomach and when I roll my hips forward, Patrick grunts. The kiss is a mix of swirling tongues, sucking lips and sounds that echo in the quiet night. But I don’t care, this is the guy I’ve always hoped I’d get to do all of this with.
I don’t realise we’ve moved until the kiss breaks and he spins me around, one hand pressing to my back as he bends me over. I set my hands on the seat of the bike and look over my shoulder as Patrick stares at me. There’s a wild look in his eyes I can’t identify, but I love knowing I did it to him. Suddenly he vanishes out of sight as his hands slide under my skirt. I squirm as he takes his time, pushing up under the soft cotton and thin slip I wore with it. When he touches the back of my thighs, I clench my fists tight to refrain from pushing back against him.
Then cool air brushes my warm skin and his fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear. My eyes widen as I look back, but still can’t see anything—my skirt is fluttering in the wind and providing a shield. But I feel everything he’s doing. He rolls the underwear down and there’s a pinch in my side as he rips it off. His hands smooth over where the lace stung me and then he kisses the back of one thigh.
