Chapter 12
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They drank several beers in
virtual silence before either of them tried to break the atmosphere. Chloe was
quiet, self contained, but Phil could sense calmness and hoped that this delve
into the past hadn't caused a return of the fragility that saw her miss Owen's
funeral. He'd promised her parents he'd try to help her, bring her through
this, the thought of sending her back in a worse place was when she'd arrived.
After sinking her second pint
she turned to him, "you were right bro. It does feel a little easier now
I've told you."
Phil nodded, not wanting to
blow this, "a problem shared is a problem halved, or so goes the saying.
I've always agreed with that."
He signalled to the barman and
ordered them a repeat of their drinks, then turned to her, "you gonna
throw up if you keep at this pace?"
Chloe nodded, "hope
so!" When his eyes narrowed, she added with a grin, "If Owen was here
now, that is EXACTLY what he would do. From now on I'll think about his
reaction to things. I might start living more!"
Two hours later they'd talked
out their issues, their memories and compared thoughts on Owen, and were sat
debating the merits of UK comedy. Phil seemed to rue not knowing about his
father until he was gone twenty, and had this kind of lust over a British
legacy, eighties comedy, punk music and even soap operas. So she was trying to
understand why he couldn't appreciate the dozens of TV channels he had in his
home that all constantly played TV shows that her friends at home would kill
each other to watch. Instead he preferred DVD's of Only Fools and Horses and
The Vicar of Dibley.
"Shall we go? It's late...I'm working tomorrow,
you've got two kids to run you up the wall..."
"One for the road?" She laughed as she
waved to the barman.
The next morning she'd
regretted her exuberance but she'd slept better than she had in a long time.
Since being in Canada her nightmares had stopped, Owen's bruised, damaged face
didn't appear in the middle of the night, and she didn't see the bloodied
street outside her home. And since
talking to Phil, confessing her role in Owen's end, well she'd slept like a
log. And knew she would have without the several pints she'd consumed.
She hadn't heard from Chris
other than a phone call the previous day, so as she was giving the boys
breakfast, she was pleased when the phone rang.
"Hey!" he breathed and in that moment she
realised how much she'd missed him.
"How are you? Did you win much last night?"
He groaned, "I was
hustling until the last hand, then threw it all in...Peter cleaned up. I was
pissed! How was your night?"
She sat back on a stool
watching the kids tuck into cereal as she relaxed, "yeah, went to a few
bars with Phil. Had a long chat. It was good."
He laughed, "Kaleb's
girlfriend spotted you with 'an older man, hugging', think she was trying to
turn me off you...I didn't see that in her until you pointed it out."
"Women are evil manipulators Chris; it'd do you good
to take note of that."
"Stored in my grey matter!" He laughed,
"You still ok for later? I can pick you up at seven?"
"Can't wait!" She announced, and realised
that she meant it. She really wanted to see him.
Seven couldn't come quick
enough. When the children had a nap she painted her toenails, shaved her legs,
and washed her hair. When Didi and Phil came home she had dinner ready for the
whole family then disappeared for a nervous run. That meant all her preparation
was in vain and needed repeating, but pounding the boardwalks and letting that
adrenaline pump seemed to calm her down.
Why was she so nervous? She
wondered as she took the second hot shower of the day. The aggressive jets
pounded her body as rhythmically as she'd hit the pavement earlier, and second
time around she had rediscovered the serenity that she'd had that morning.
She wore a dress she'd found
in a charity shop that morning. Mid thigh length, halter neck, fitted but
hopefully not too slutty. Chloe was desperate to make the right impression.
Phil paused from bathing the
boys to give her a wolf whistle. "You look amazing! He's a lucky
man!"
She smiled, "ya
think?"
Didi was similarly
enthusiastic as she sat beside Chloe watching her apply makeup. "You look
great Chloe! If he wasn't already hooked you'd snare him tonight!"
Chloe turned and hugged her
sister in law in an impromptu show of emotion, but she'd been feeling emotional
all day. The out pouring the previous day obviously triggering a lot more than
she imagined.
"What's that for?" Didi asked with a smile.
She shrugged, "I guess
I'm just really grateful for all you've done, you and Phil. I mean it must've
been hell thinking that your husband's off-the-wall sister was coming to invade
your house. But you've been so cool with me, and I don't think I've deserved
it."
Didi laughed, "The boys
love you and you're saving us a fortune! This is a mutual love hug, ok?"
They were disturbed by a knock
at the door, "just go. I'll see you later!"
Pulling open the door, Chloe met
Chris' eyes and smiled at the look of wonder that washed over his face.
"You look great!" Taking her hand he tugged
her down the steps and into his arms. He wasn't looking too rough himself, he
had a body that suited any clothes and the fitted shirt and jeans were perfect.
Smiling she let him pull her
into an embrace, then returned his kiss with enthusiasm. Finally pulling back
he looked at her suspiciously for a moment, surprised at her behaviour. She'd
been so resistant until now.
"Shall we go?" he breathed. When she
nodded, he led her to his car.
The trip to his house was a
small jaunt along the coast, the early evening sun and breeze made the open
topped journey pleasant. The suburb he drove into was leafy and home to large
detached houses, none of which were small. When he swung into a driveway
between two large pillars she gasped. The house was a stunning. From the car
she could see an asymmetrical flat roof, and large floor to ceiling windows. It
was a modern building that would look out of place in so many towns, but here,
overlooking the North aspect of the harbour it was perfect.
"Guided tour?" Chris asked joining her
beside the car, amused at her stunned reaction to the home he rented.
"It's not mine by the way...I just have a deal through my contract."
She nodded, "I love it
though!"
Taking her hand again he led
her through the side gate and into the back yard...and what a back yard. The
view to their right was of the open ocean, in front and to the left - the
harbour and the City. To her left was an elevated deck with a shelter from the
weather perched separate from the house looking down at the bright blue pool
that was spread out in front of them. Glancing over her shoulder she looked
back up at the house. It was as amazing as the front view.
"This place is amazing!"
He grinned, "I was
offered some modern apartment downtown, but it isn't my scene. I wanted a bit
of space, you know?"
She nodded, oh yes she knew.
"SO what are we having for dinner?"
Chris laughed her eyes were looking
longingly at the pool while she spoke, "I've got a couple of steaks, we
can have them whenever. Do you want a swim first?"
Chloe loved swimming, and
looking at the pool so cool an inviting, she was more than keen. But she'd
spent ages getting ready, "maybe a little later...this hair might look
casual...but it took a while to get it right!"
Laughing out loud he led her
in to the house. The inside guided tour was equally as impressive, four
bedrooms, sun decks, games rooms. It was like bachelor heaven.
"So Kaleb lives here too?"
Chris groaned, "He’s a
good friend, we played together in college, but he had a bad winter. His father
died, he went off the road a bit. He was living in one of these play boy
condos, but Greg our coach was worried about him. So I moved him in to one of
the rooms. He's better for it." Smiling at her he cupped her cheek gently,
"but I didn't see how bad an influence his girlfriend Marie is until you
mentioned it. Her and Shayla his sister are here most of the time, and he's not
good when they're around...I don't want to see him throw away this career, you
know?"
She nodded, "you've got a
thing for broken people!"
Stopping he looked down at
her, "you're not broken!"
Chloe sighed, "I
was..."
Linking his fingers through
hers he squeezed her hand looking at the floor for a moment, "we all have
low times. I've been there too." He finally looked at her, "I had a
good friend when I needed it, I try to be that for Kale."
"And me?" She asked suggestively.
Chris pulled her into his
arms, "my intentions with you are purely selfish I'm afraid!"
And as quickly as that the
mood had changed. Chris lowered his head to her, but she was already wise to
it, her lips lifted to find his as her hands flew to his hair. His kiss took on
so many personalities, desperate, passionate, gentle, suggestive, but tonight’s
seemed to combine all those things and she was lost within moments, trying to
meet every nuance of it. His tongue delved into her mouth, her own lips no
resistance to the invasion and her racing heart seemed to block out anything
else. They were almost violent in their need to be inside each other, bites,
tugs and duels as they both fought for supremacy.
Chris hadn't experienced this
type of Chloe, receptive, enthusiastic...and suddenly he realised that this was
everything he'd strived for, Chloe sans regrets. Straying from her mouth, he
trailed his lips over her cheek, jaw and to the soft contours of her neck.
Chloe's head rolled to the side offering more of her flesh to him, her hands
making for the buttons at the centre of his dark shirt.
"Chloe!" he gasped as her fingers raked
across the skin she'd managed to expose, and he lifted his head to look down at
her.
"I want this Chris..." She gyrated her
pelvis in to his, her thighs nudged either side of one of his, and she could
feel how much he wanted this too.
He shook his head in wonder,
"are you sure?"
She nodded, "I haven't
been able to stop thinking about you, about this since you rescued me."
Resting his forehead against
hers he groaned, "me neither. I can't concentrate."
Wrapped her arms around him
she rested her lips on his, "well then maybe we should 'deal' with this
first, can't see me enjoying food at the moment."
Chris groaned again, she knew
he was as highly strung, as desperate for this as she was. But he seemed to be
debating this, so she did the only thing she could, stepped away from him a
seductive smile on her face as she reached for the halter tie that held her
dress together. As the bow released, she turned, heading for the house, her
dress falling, leaving her completely naked to the waist.
Chloe had reached the door
into the lounge before a large pair of hands met around her waist and warm lips
planted on her shoulder. She grinned as those lips kissed up her neck and she
turned her head in that awkward embrace to meet his lips. As Chris sighed
against her lips, his hands slid up over her ribs to cup her breasts. She pushed into his hands and at the same
time she pressed her buttocks into his groin, rewarded with the feel of him
hardening against her.
"Shit Chloe!" his teeth were grazing her
cheek, "you are..." Words failed him; he was overwhelmed with the
visions and the sensations of just being with this woman.
Her head fell back and she
absorbed the sensation of his fingers teasing her hard nipples, his knee trying
to nudge between hers. She was swooning,
her whole body heavy against him.
"Bed," he growled, pushing her towards the
stairs. He wanted nothing to spoil this, he planned to savour every single
second of it, of her.
Giggling she started to climb
the stairs, but every time she turned to snatch at his clothes, or try to kiss
him, he was greeted by those bare breasts level with his eyes. He repeatedly tried to ensnare one with his
mouth, but each time she squealed then ran up a few more steps. By the time
he'd backed her towards his bedroom door, he was on the verge of exploding.
"Chloe!" He snatched at her wrist as he
kicked open the bedroom door, and catapulted her into his body. With an almost
territorial and possessive growl, he devoured her lips with his own. Chloe was
tired of teasing him now, she wanted this as much as he did, and his
desperation only excited her more. The dull throb of anticipation that had
fired around her pelvis had become a hot pulse and it was driving her wild.
As Chris kissed her, she tore
at his shirt, glad that it came free easily, his hands that were clasping her
face in such a tender fashion dropped to allow her to drag the shirt off. And
it was Chloe that pulled her lips from his so that she could look down at the
beautiful muscular chest that she'd only started to get to grips with a few
evenings earlier.
With a chuckle, she stooped
her head and captured one of his hard flat nipples between her teeth and then
sucked it in exactly the way she knew he'd been desperate to do to her. Chloe
loved this control, the way he was putty in her hands, and taking advantage of
his confusion she nudged him backwards so that he hit the mattress with the back of
his knees and fell, sprawled out on to the bed.
With a deliberate lick of her
lips she started to crawl over him, but Chris was wise to her, snatching at her
he rolled her over and trapped her with his body.
"My turn!" he mock snarled at her, securing
her wrists with one of his hands. Then ignoring her groans he used his free
hand and his mouth to explore her...fully! The exquisite sensations of his
mouth hungry at her breast was superseded by delicate nips over her stomach,
hips as he shed her remaining clothing. Then, releasing her hand, he knelt between
her legs, exposing her first to his eyes, before his mouth descended. As he
touched her, she came apart, so many emotions and heady sensations accumulating
that it was almost more than she could manage.
Sitting back on his heels he
watched her regain control and knew that all playing was over. The look that
passed between them spoke volumes, and in a frenzy of activity they tore at
each other's remaining clothes. All plans for pleasuring the other or leisurely
exploring skin were long forgotten as Chris, kicking off his jeans retrieved a
condom from his wallet, and Chloe grabbed it, tearing the packet with her
teeth, and then rolled it on him.
Chris almost cried out as he
finally slid into her. Chloe let her head fall back as she held onto him
desperately.
“Look at me,” he breathed, “stay with me!”
So with eyes locked, bodies
entwined, they both found that elusive peak of pleasure together. As Chris
collapsed over her, panting, for the first time he started to worry about how
he’d let her go in a few weeks time.
WOAH! this was one hot chapter! I can feel Chris' worry about having to let her go. Its something I hope doesnt happen, but know that it will happen sooner or later.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this chapter. I'm glad the pictures at the top are back. They kind of hint what the chapters going to be about and I can easily picture the characters. LOVED THIS CHAPTER!!
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Well Chris don't let her go mate!!!
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Annie