Choosing Her Lover
Chapter 4
We lie together quietly, he beside me, hands behind his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling “Wow! That was quite a ride, Kirstie. Thank you.”
“Thank you. I enjoyed it too.”
“When you asked me to manhandle you, I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.”
“You’ve not done that before?”
“No, I haven’t. I’m more accustomed to women who want flowers and romantic dinners.” He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “You’re a bit of a contradiction you know.”
“How do you mean?”
“You tell me that you want control of your life, that you want to be in charge, but in the bedroom, you enjoy being…. I don’t think mauled is too strong a word.”
Heat blushes up my face and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. If that’s what gives you your kicks, I’m happy to help….” He hesitates. “Is that why some of your previous…. partners…. didn’t work out? They weren’t comfortable delivering what works for you?”
“Some of them, certainly, yes.”
“You want to meet up again?”
“I’d love to.”
“Good.” He looks pleased, really pleased. “I’m leaving in the morning for this trip, but I’ll be back in the area next weekend if you’d like….”
“Suits me.”
“Great. I’ll see you in a few days then. And next time, I’ll know what to expect. I’ll come prepared.”
*****
The day is much darker than on my last visit to the beach, overcast and with the breeze gusting cold. Rain threatens, and I decide not to walk too far from shelter.
out in a melee of joyous, barking enthusiasm, racing off ahead of me to
is much stronger today, the sea roiling, forbidding under the threatening sky. I walk briskly,
the sand, I realise that I have walked much further from the bar than I intended. Turning, I see rain sheeting down over the sea a mile or so out, a grey haze that obliterates the view. The downpour is heading my way fast. If I don’t get
in, I sprint back up the beach, racing for cover. The dogs, in a
of raindrops behind me, and a second or so later, the whoosh of water hammering on to the sand, before it catches up
Dogs’ sign on the door, heading instead for the car where, as I lift the hatch, as one, the gang jumps inside, shaking rain, slobber and hair over the
wet and stinking for
I sprint once more to the beguiling warmth of the bar, fling open the door and
I unlace them, my numb
familiar voice. “Or hot chocolate perhaps?” It’s Ben, sitting at
please,” I say to
says Ben, dropping a
but still shivering. My clothes
you, then? It almost got me too, but I must run faster than you.” He looks at me,
“It was bright sunshine when I left home. Didn’t think I needed anything
Back in a jiffy….” He strides out, car keys jangling, returning a minute or so later, his hair
it at me, “Get that on you. There’s a bathroom
in no position to argue. My jeans are still
inside. I’d not realised before how broad-shouldered Ben is, or for that
to the bar. He eyes me, mouth puckering. “Not exactly a fashion statement,
pick up my coffee mug. “I really appreciate it. Er…. do mind if I borrow it to go home in? I’m
you handed it back to me, perhaps when we meet up for a meal?” He cocks
my
wants a date
An actual date?
It’s been a while….
mean to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out of the window at the lashing
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