7-Justin
I woke feeling disoriented, but happy. I blinked in confusion, feeling the weight of a body next to me. I never spent the night with anyone. I got what I wanted from them and then I got the hell out of dodge. Memories of the night before slammed into me and I grinned, before turning, so I could watch Zoe in her sleep. On the floor, around the bed, were a half dozen used condoms, scattered about. I should have been fully sated, but one glance at the softly, sleeping Zoe and I found myself getting hard again. I wondered how sore she was. Would she object to wakeup sex?
Just then she mumbled, "Why are you staring at me?"
I chuckled, "Why not? You're beautiful."
She snorted, "I probably look like a mess right now."
"A gorgeous mess."
She laughed and rolled over, stretching sexily, "I'm just glad that this place is tucked back in the woods. I'd hate for people to see my car has been here all night."
I stiffened, "Yea, we wouldn't want anyone to know that you slept with the likes of me."
"Hey, that's not what I meant. Look, you get to leave and not have to deal with any fall out. If people know that I slept with you and then you left, well, I don't know what they'd say about me, but I can imagine. Owen spread some awful rumors about me when we first broke up. People will believe anything. I just don't want to have to deal with the drama." She explained, sadly.
I sighed, "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Owen did that to you. I just don't like the thought that I'm your dirty little secret."
She smiled, "I'll prove it to you that I'm not ashamed to be seen with you. My sister is dragging me to a street dance this weekend. Want to go with me?"
"And get to hold you close while we dance to shitty music? Absolutely." I tell her and roll over, so I'm on top of her. Her eyes widened and I grinned, "Round seven?"
"Are you seriously keeping track?"
"If you're not keeping track, then how did you know what number we were on to know that I'm keeping track?" I asked, grinning. I'd had the best sex of my life last night. I woke up with the most beautiful woman in the world. Said woman definitely doesn't just want me for my money or fame, considering she's glad nobody can see where her car was parked all night. I was on cloud night.
Zoe chuckled, "I need food first. Does this deal come with breakfast?"
I winced, "Well, uh, yes, but we'll have to go out to get it. There isn't much in the fridge right now."
Zoe shook her head, but she was smiling, "Alright, let's get dressed and go to breakfast. May as well give the gossipers something to talk about."
I used to hate how fast news traveled in this town. I wondered if Zoe ever thought about leaving. Would she even consider it? I knew she loved her job at the school. Suddenly, I began to think of my future and without Zoe in it, I didn't even want to think about it. Sure we hadn't spent much time together, but I'd felt lighter and more free while I was with her. That had to mean something. I wasn't sure how much longer I'd stay in Seneca, but I wanted her with me every second that I was here.
I cleared my throat, "Zoe, I know it's asking a lot, but would you consider staying here with me, while I'm here."
"You want me to move in with you for the rest of your stay?" She asked, wide-eyed, and I simply nodded. She wet her lips and I got momentarily distracted by the sweep of her tongue, but then she said, "Um, ok."
My eyes flew to hers, "Ok as in yes?"
She nodded, smiling, "Yes."
I lowered my mouth to hers and then, because I couldn't help myself. I kissed her until she was panting for more. Then we used our seventh condom and, damn right, I was keeping track. This woman had gotten under my skin and I didn't think I ever wanted to get her out. We made slow, passionate love this time, and it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I realized what I'd been missing the last couple years, with all of those meaningless flings. This deep connection that I felt with Zoe was the most amazing feeling in the world. Even better than the rush I felt while on stage. That thought was sobering. Was I really contemplating giving it all up to be with this woman? As I stared deep into her eyes and thrust my way inside of her, I decided, hell yes, if it meant we got to do this every single day for the rest of our lives.
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She Restrained A Renegade
RomanceOne night of making out, as teenagers, and then he left town. Eleven years later he's famous and he's back to pick up where they left off. Was she brave enough to take the plunge? Warning: for mature audiences only due to language, sexual content...