Chapter 11 is here! It took me a while to put it out but I'm glad it's here. A huge thanks to all of you for reading, voting and commenting on the previous chapters. All that motivates me and pushes me to work even harder. I hope you guys have fun reading this, please share your thoughts and opinions at the comments section.
The meal was great but greater was what had happened between the two of them. No one had the courage to admit it but their eyes said it. Louis felt like he had hit the jackpot. Laurel was his first love and her accepting him was a win he couldn't trade for anything. He was in love and nothing felt as good as it.
Laurel snuggled her hands around Louis' mascular arms. Laurel wanted the kiss as bad as she wanted him. She felt like heaven was brought to her.
" Let's get to the cabin." Louis interpreted which was becoming louder. " I'll cook dinner for us."
" Ok. Let's get going." Laurel gave a smile. She had one of those smiles that was worth everything. Her perfect set of teeth and heart shaped lips could make you just yearn for her kisses. Her dimples were just the icing on her beauty
" Why are you smiling? Want something else like..." Louis let out a devilish grin.
" Like what?" Laurel blushed. " You know you shouldn't be telling me that?"
" Why shouldn't I? " Louis smirked. Deep inside him,he wanted to feel Laurel's body,he wanted the kind of heat that he had felt when they slept together,he wanted to be with her... Louis Derrick Flynn wanted her.
" You know what, let's hurry up. It's almost 5 and I need to read something before the day ends." Laurel cut off short the conversation she knew very well where it was heading to.
" What would you like to eat?" Louis asked after another loud silent moment.
That perfect body of yours, your kisses and cuddles would be enough
" Umm, anything, what can you cook?"
" I can cook everything, just say it?"
" Let's have steak. It's been long since I had something like that."
" Your wish is my command Mademoiselle !" Louis answered imitating an English butler.
" You're so silly."
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" How do you like your steak? " Louis asked as he gave Laurel a look that shouted ' I want you so bad.'
" If you look at me like that with... Could you please wear something!" Laurel shyly laughed as she tried covering her face with her hands.
" Like what you see? Mmh."Louis said as he grabbed her by her waist. He stared at her brown eyes and couldn't just get enough of them.
It was her and him and it had been so long since she'd let anyone touch her.
Her blood pounded in her veins nearly as hard as the rain which had just started.
Louis kissed her lips and found her as hungry for him as he was for her. Unreserved fire and passion met him, incredibly. His tongue plunged between her lips, tasted her, found her tongue twined around his. His hands drove into all of that lush black hair, grabbed handfuls of it and crushed her mouth to his as her strong fingers slid into his hair to pull his mouth down against hers.
Her body seemed to melt against his.
He could feel her, the fullness of her, the supple length of her against him.
Blindly, he turned them to drive her back against the wall, he needed that limber body hard against his, needed to feel the press of those firm, full breasts against his chest as he wedged a thigh between hers. The need to touch, be touched, to take and give, nearly overwhelmed him.
Hunger surged inside him. A demand.
More.
Laurel felt it. It had been so long since she'd been touched. So long since she'd wanted to be. It felt as if she couldn't get close enough to him, that she strained against his body, against the press of his broad chest, the muscles solid beneath his shirt as she was driven up against the wall and all of him pressed hard against her.
The touch of his hands so warm on her bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to Laurel''s core and made it ache as a small sound escaped her.
Louis had needed to feel her warm skin beneath his hands. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like it. Tugging at her t-shirt, he drew it up just enough to slide his hands beneath it. He closed his hands around her waist, her skin soft and silky to the touch and sought out the curve of her waist, and just as they were about to...
Owen and Carlos budged in their cabin soaking wet.
" We're sorry,we didn't mean to interrupt this." Carlos quite astonished by what they had just witnessed muttered.
" What the fuck are you guys even doing here? " Louis asked giving them an angry look.
" We were late for dinner so we thought you could help us out." Owen who barely talked answered.
" We'll just leave and leave you guys to continue..." Carlos chipped in. His nervousness was drawn all over his place.
" I'm sorry,um, Laurel, meet Carlos and Owen. " He said as he gave an annoyed look at the duo. " They are my band mates and you two idiots meet Laurel.
" Bro, you never introduce us to the girls you fuck around with." Carlos bluffed.
Laurel immediately felt something rise in her,a mixture of anger and frustration, spite and betrayal.
Carlos statement echoed inside her head...
Fuck around with
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