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  I'd wanted to throw her onto the bed and fuck her hard all night long, but standing before me she'd looked so vulnerable. Her pleading for me not to use my hands had troubled me and I’d known I needed to be careful with her. She wasn’t as hard or strong as she made out. I needed to build trust and make sure she was comfortable. I checked that she was OK before taking her.

  She was everything I could have imagined and more, her moans and whimpers driving me on as she cried out my name, clenching around my cock as she came again, pushing me to my release. I couldn't ever imagine getting enough of her.

  She was exhausted though, and as much as I wanted her again and as much as I wanted to question her, it would have to wait.

  I pulled her into me, kissing her gently on the forehead. She folded herself into my embrace, fitting perfectly, wrapping her legs around me. I whispered to her to go to sleep and she was gone within minutes.

  I woke the next morning to find the bed empty. Listening I could hear her singing in the shower – ironically, some cheesy pop song about singing in the shower.

  I smiled to myself as her phone beeped. I glanced over and saw it on the bedside table. I reached over for it and ignored the message on it, going instead to download a track and then ‘Settings’, amending her ringtone.

  I put the phone back and lay back in bed as I heard her opening the shower door.

  She walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, a beaming smile on her face.

  "Morning sleepyhead," she teased.

  "Seems a shame to dirty you up when you’re all nice and clean," I said as I threw the covers off me and moved towards her. Her eyes were wide but she was laughing as she held her hands up.

  "Uh, uh, Masters. I've got things to do today." Her protests were ignored as I grabbed the towel and pulled her laughing, down onto the bed.

  "Well, Princess, top of my to-do list is you," I murmured and she wriggled, trying lamely to get away.

  I tickled her and she squealed before I caught her mouth, silencing her. We weren't going anywhere for a while.

  I reluctantly agreed to head home just before lunch. I took us back to the harbour as Lena sat sunning herself on the deck, looking carefree and relaxed.

  I secured the boat and we jumped back in the car. We were almost back at her house when her phone rang.

  She paused mid-sentence looking at me in confusion then suddenly recognising the ringtone she burst out laughing. Her eyes danced in amusement as she answered the call. I guessed from her demeanour that it was Maddie. I chuckled as she stuck her tongue out at me.

  Maddie said something and I saw her cringe next to me before a loud burst of laughter could be heard coming from the phone.

  Lena groaned and told her she'd be home in 10 minutes and would speak to her then, before terminating the call as Maddie could be heard still cackling down the line.

  She turned to me in mock annoyance. "You see the trouble you've got me into now! Oh sweet Lord, Maddie is gonna drive me nuts, thank goodness she’s going to work." She put her head in her hands and I laughed.

  "Sweetheart, I'm also the reason you're dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower," I mocked, quoting the words of the song and winking at her as she rolled her eyes at me.

  “You’ve got a big ego, Masters” she narrowed her eyes at me, but she was fighting to keep the smile off her face.

  I pulled up outside her house and she looked at me a mixture of regret and defiance on her face.

  "I'm away most of next week with work..." She twirled her bracelet as she spoke, holding onto it like worry beads.

  "Where are you going?"

  "Spain and Portugal."

  I gave her knee a quick squeeze. "So I'll call you." I shrugged. "We'll catch up when you’re back, I'll be more than happy to help you relax after a busy trip."

  "I bet you will, you sex fiend!" She reached over and kissed me before climbing out of the car.

  I watched her walk up her drive and shouted out to her as she got to the keypad system, making her turn back around to look at me.

  “Be sure to let me know how that challenge is working out,” I yelled at her and her brow furrowed in confusion for a second, before realisation broke out over her face and she burst out laughing.

  She flashed me a thumbs up whilst giggling as she went inside, and I drove off with feeling happy and more content than I had in a long while.

  Nate

  The following day I called to visit my gramps. Gloria wasn't there. I nodded at the girl on the desk and walked straight to my grandfather’s room.

  He was waiting for me with a chequers game set up in front of him.

  "Hey, old man!" I called as I walked in and sat down in the worn leather seat opposite him.

  He looked me over and made his move as if he'd been waiting for me. We began to play and he caught me up on the gossip. I asked him about Betty and has face cracked a wide smile.

  "Oooh, she's delightful boy!" He nodded his head. "Makes an old man happy."

  I smiled warmly back at him. I loved seeing my Gramps so happy and settled. It had nearly killed him when my Gran, his wife of 53 years, had died a few years back.

  He won the first game easily; the second was closer, but he still beat me.

  "Any point setting up a third or is your mind all twisted up over this girl?"

  "Wondered how long it would take you."

  He sat back with his arms folded, looking me over. "You took her on your grandma’s boat." He sounded intrigued and I sat back in the seat, looking at him.

  "Yeah," I answered, even though it wasn't really a question.

  He looked pleased. "Finally, someone affecting more than just your dick."

  I bit back a laugh. "Gramps!" I scolded him and he patted my hand.

  "Come now, son. Truthfully, that business with Clarissa was a disgrace and it hurt you. I worried you'd never find love again, real true love." He looked at me earnestly and I felt bad for him.

  "Gramps, I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not in love. I've only known her a little while."

  His face creased up as he smiled at me, his eyes dancing in amusement as if he was privy to some wonderful secret nobody else knew.

  "Not yet maybe, boy, she's got you in her web though. Making you act different already, she’s a special one."

  I couldn’t stop my lips twisting into a grin, looking back at him, amused.

  "You're a crazy old man, honestly gramps!" I shook my head at him and changed the subject, trying to keep my mind from thinking about her.

  The next week passed slowly. I went out Thursday night with some of the guys from the station, but it didn't hold much interest for me.

  Jess had messaged me a few times. I'd replied briefly and firmly explained that I wasn't looking to continue our hook-ups. She seemed to take it on the chin, but I'd find out soon enough from Kelly.

  I’d not had much chance to catch up with either Marcus or Kelly this week. I'd spoken to Lena most evenings, usually for an hour or more. One evening we managed nearly three hours.

  I found myself looking forward to hearing her voice and making sure that I was able to take her call, changing plans just to be able to talk, not even for sex…

  I was just leaving the gym and I glanced at the clock on the wall. Lena would be getting home shortly and I made a split second decision. It had been in the back of my mind all week but I'd rejected it, thinking I'd catch up with her next week; but fuck it if I was going to put it off any longer.

  Grabbing my phone I text her to find out her arrival details. She responded instantly.

  'On way home now, about 30 mins to house; ring you when I get in x'

  My grin split my face, fuck phone sex when she was back on British soil.

  I leapt into my car and headed over to hers.

  The traffic was a nightmare and I arrived later than I'd anticipated. Her car was parked in her drive. As I pulled in alongside, my phone vibrated to show she was calling me.
/>   I answered but didn't bother with a greeting. "Yours or mine?" I stated simply and she laughed.

  "What? I'm at my house now. I got back..."

  "Yours it is then. Let me in!"

  She didn't speak, but I could hear her movements over the phone as she got up and presumably looked outside.

  I'd got out of the car and her door opened just as I got to it. She stood there, a wide smile on her face, looking at me in a pair of linen trousers and a casual shirt, her hair tied back in a ponytail.

  I didn't wait for her to speak but went straight to her, grabbed her and pulled her to me, kissing her as if she was a drug I'd been forced to go without, a junkie in desperate need of my next fix.

  I walked her backwards and kicked the door shut behind me. Without breaking contact, reaching down, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs.

  I put her down at the top step and she pulled me after her into her bedroom.

  There was none of the gentleness of the last time. We were both starved for contact, tearing at each other’s clothes.

  I suddenly stopped dead; in my haste, coming straight from the gym, I'd not brought any condoms.

  I cursed out loud and she froze.

  "What?" she asked anxiously and I screwed my face up.

  "I'm sorry sweetheart, I forgot condoms."

  A small smile spread over her face. "I'm on the pill, I’ve used condoms every time… I know I’m OK." She paused for a second. "Do you?"

  I nodded, "I do, I am."

  She reached out tentatively to kiss me again and I scooped her back up, carrying her half-naked body over to the bed where I peeled the remainder of her clothes away from her, quickly taking off my jeans and underwear.

  I trailed my finger down her side and round her hip as I lay next to her, looking into her eyes.

  I felt her quiver at my touch, her breathing already ragged. I knew that she'd already be wet for me and the thought was driving me crazy.

  "I don't think I can do this like you deserve Lena, I want to take my time with you, but..."

  Before I could finish, she interrupted, looking at me defiantly, her eyes blazing with lust. "Fuck me Nate, take me, make me yours."

  Holy fuck, her words were my undoing, I crawled up her body and positioning myself at her entrance I rammed into her.

  She threw her head back and whimpered as I pulled out and thrust hard into her again and again. Setting a punishing rhythm, I needed this, fuck; I needed to feel her.

  Her moans grew more urgent. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hands grabbing the sheets. She was arching her back and tilting her hips to meet me as I slammed into her over and over; she was so close. Her face contorted in pleasure as I felt her tightening around me pushing me over the edge to my own release.

  I continued to move inside her as she clenched, drawing out her orgasm and milking the last of mine. I collapsed on top of her, careful not to place too much of my weight on her, feeling her heart hammering in her chest and listening to her harsh breathing.

  I kissed her forehead and she smiled her eyes still closed.

  "My beautiful princess" I murmured as she lay beneath me. She looked up at me, her face flushed, eyes sparkling and a small smile on her face.

  Without breaking contact I rolled us over, pulling her into me, hooking my leg over hers.

  “I missed you,” she murmured into my chest and I smiled into her hair, kissing her head I told her I’d missed her too.

  We spent the rest of the evening in bed, getting reacquainted physically as well as catching up on her week away.

  I heard my phone beep indicating a message but ignored it, and we eventually fell asleep with her wrapped in my arms.

  I woke the next morning to her easing herself out of the bed.

  "Where you going?" I asked groggily and she laughed, softly shushing me.

  "I'm gonna go for my run; go back to sleep."

  I fought to open my eyes fully and catching her round the waist, tried to pull her back to me.

  “We can exercise together sweetheart."

  She playfully swatted me away "Get off! I'm only downstairs, you insatiable beast!"

  She giggled as she wriggled free and went downstairs, leaving me to watch her tight, Lycra-clad body leave and I groaned out loud.

  I picked up my phone and saw that it was barely 7am. The message from the night before was on there and I clicked to open it.

  It read, 'Don’t regret. Make amendments and move forward.'

  I didn't know the number but recognised it as the same one that had messaged a couple of weeks before.

  I hit reply and tapped out, 'Who is this? Think you’ve got the wrong number.' I didn't have a clue what it was about.

  I put the phone back and went downstairs to join Lena.

  We went out for some lunch, finding a local bar that was serving food. Looking over at her, I swallowed and asked her the question that had been on my mind since the previous evening.

  "I want you to come to a wedding with me in a couple of weeks. I'm not certain that I'll be going yet, but I'm giving you a heads-up in case." She looked at me amusement; curiosity and annoyance all danced across her features.

  "You telling or asking?" She muttered, “You’re pretty bossy, you know that?”

  It's my brother’s wedding. It's in two weeks" I explained and she looked at me stunned.

  "I didn't know you had a brother..." she began before smiling at me happily, "of course I'll come."

  I frowned. “I don't know if I'm going yet."

  She looked as if she was going to question me and I held up my hand.

  "No, I don't want to talk about it. I'll let you know if we're going."

  She opened and closed her mouth as if to speak but deciding against it. Her brow furrowed in confusion and she looked down at her food.

  I felt bad at my tone and reached out across the table to grab her hand. "I'm sorry sweetheart. We don't get on and I haven't spoken to him in a while. I’m just not sure what I’m going to do yet."

  She looked up meeting my eyes, I could see the questions in hers but she simply nodded, "OK."

  Lena

  The next week passed quickly. Long hours at work meant a quick shower before crawling into bed to start over the following day. I hadn't managed to catch up in person with Maddie, but she'd called me demanding to know everything about our date.

  I'd filled her in, laughing hysterically as she'd pumped me for intimate details. She was impressed with the wedding invitation and immediately began quizzing me on details which I couldn't provide.

  Every time my mobile rang I felt a small burst of happiness. I spoken to Nate daily, but we’d not had a chance to catch up, but every lunchtime a small picnic hamper was delivered with an accompanying note by a smiling Anna.

  As much as I just wanted to head home, put my PJs on and collapse on the sofa with junk food and a DVD, my parents had requested that I visit.

  My father hadn't been in the office at all this week - he was slowly stepping back - but considering how busy we'd been, I had expected to see him.

  I'd spoken to him a few times during the week but he'd seemed preoccupied and distracted. I hoped this was going to be a quick call. I was tired myself and looking forward to a relaxing evening.

  I'd tried to get them to discuss whatever it was, over the phone with me, but they'd been adamant they wanted me to call in.

  I drove to their house singing along absentmindedly to some pop song on the radio, my mind drifting to thoughts of Nate.

  I couldn't believe that I felt so at ease with him; he made me, someone naturally cautious, reckless and uninhibited, but I was just not sure that it was a good thing. The physical reactions he caused in me were bad enough; I couldn't be losing my shit over a guy, but I could already feel him getting under my skin.

  As if on cue my phone beeped, alerting me to a text message. It was read out over the cars Bluetooth system.

  "Hey Princess, tomorrow night at
seven?"

  I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. My head might be telling me to take it easy, but it was being completely ignored by the rest of me. I practically skipped to my parents’ front door, all thoughts of tiredness forgotten.

  The door opened and my smile faltered. My mother looked tired and pale, her features tight as she tried to smile back at me. She ushered me in, my smile dropping with each step.

  I noticed a suitcase by the stairs and I turned to my mother in shock. I couldn’t imagine that my parents were separating. I couldn’t think why there would be a suitcase by the stairs.

  "What's going on? What's happened?" I demanded but she ignored me, walking past me into the main living room with me following after her.

  I could hear faint crying and my legs turned to jelly. I didn't want to walk any further. I felt sick. I couldn't imagine what was going on, but it wouldn't be good. My head swirled with thoughts and I heard my mother call from the other room, dragging me back to the present.

  I crept forward and stood at the doorway. My sister was there, holding onto my father.

  He was rubbing her back and gently murmuring to her whilst she cried into his chest. I couldn't make sense of the scene. Where was Alex? The children? Oh my God, the children... had something happened?

  I wanted to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. The sense of foreboding making my legs felt weak. Realising I'd entered the room, my father broke away from my sister.

  He pulled her over to the sofa pushing her down to sit and gesturing me over. I stood there feeling terrified, glancing between them and my mother.

  She was trying to reassure me but I wasn't listening. My sister was trying to get herself under control and gave me a weak, watery smile.

  I didn't move. I couldn’t force my body to react, terror and anxiety holding me hostage.

  "What's going on?" I demanded again, fear making my voice sound sharp.

  My father locked eyes with me. "It's Ok, Lena. Come here; let me talk to you. There are some things you need to know" I felt tears spring to my eyes.

  My father’s heart attack the year before had been horrendous. He’d collapsed in front of me in the office and I'd needed to use the defibrillator to bring him back. It had been so traumatic I'd refused to go back into the office until it had been completely redecorated.