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.
my gang bound out in
forbidding under the threatening sky. I walk briskly, warming myself against the
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
flat expanse of the beach, the only shelter is the cafe bar I left behind me. Calling the dogs in, I sprint back up the beach, racing for cover. The dogs, in a spirit of
short of the cafe, I hear the splatter of raindrops behind me, and a second or so later, the whoosh of water hammering on to the sand, before
the warmth of the beach bar, I recoil at the ‘No Dogs’ sign on the door, heading instead for
car’s going to be wet and stinking for the drive
to the beguiling warmth of the
remove my boots before I go any further, and I unlace them, my numb fingers struggling with the knots. But nothing stops the
“Or hot chocolate perhaps?” It’s
say to
dropping a
fingers, but still shivering. My clothes are clammy with cold, clinging wetly
rain caught you, then? It almost got me too, but I must run faster than you.” He looks at me, brow furrowed. “Hey, are you okay? You
was bright sunshine when I left home. Didn’t think I needed
Back in a jiffy….” He strides out, car
There’s a
odd, accepting clothes from a near stranger, but I’m in no position to argue. My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm jersey, at least my top
not realised before
bit self-consciously, I return to the bar. He eyes me, mouth puckering. “Not exactly a fashion
hands to pick up my coffee mug. “I really
me, perhaps when we meet up for a meal?” He cocks
sip my coffee,
wants a
An actual date?
It’s been a while….
you’re not interested, that’s fine. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out of the window at the
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