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That familiar ache begins to build again and in no time I’m coming. “Oh my god.” I cry. Digging my heels into his ass, I arch my back as the waves of my orgasm crash over me, over and over.
I’m barely aware of Bastian lifting my leg higher, sinking deeper inside me, and his groan against my throat as he comes hard enough that I can feel his dick jerk inside me.
Once we both regain our senses, he gets rid of the condom and climbs back into my bed. He grabs me so I’m laying partially on top of him and in no time I fall asleep.
The moment I open my eyes I know I’m alone. It’s still early because the sky is that deep, dark purple. I push up in bed and groan, my body aches in all the right places.
Now as the cobwebs clear, I’m mortified. I went home with someone whose first name is the only thing I knew. We said maybe a handful of words to each other, but I let him use my body like his own personal pleasure device.
I climb out of bed on wobbly legs and go into the bathroom. After I finish, I head back into my bedroom and grab a nightgown, slipping it over my head. On the other pillow I see a slip of paper. Picking it up I flip it over and read it.
Thanks for a great night, you were fantastic
Crawling back into bed I stare blindly out the window and am thankful that I was at least asleep when he snuck out.
Tomorrow is a new day and I’m just going to forget about the little one night stand or at least that is what I tell myself.
Chapter 3
Sebastian
SIX MONTHS LATER
Thank God for first class because travelling from New York to San Diego is a long fucking flight. This is a trip I’ve been putting off for a long time. My big brother has finally guilted me to come visit him.
There’s a seven year age difference between us and he was more of a father figure than our dad ever was, but I’ve always been wild. I moved to New York the minute I turned eighteen and I’ve never gone back.
I became a sought-after fashion photographer and did a little work in front of the camera. I’ve done photo spreads for some of the top designers and have travelled to some of the most beautiful, exotic locations.
I love my life, or least I have until the past few months. I’m not sure what’s changed, but I feel like there is something missing. “Sir, another champagne?”
The flight attendant holds out a silver tray with a glass of bubbly on it. I thank her as I take it. Normally, I’d slip her my number and she’d text me with her hotel and room number, but for some reason I don’t.
Turning toward the window I drink my champagne down. Once she takes my glass I close my eyes.
“Flight attendants prepare for landing.” I open my eyes at the sound of the captain’s voice.
I must’ve fallen asleep. I look out the window and see the water and can’t wait to dip my toes in it. Hell, maybe I’ll take some nature shots. My brother says he’s got a gorgeous view of the ocean from their backyard.
Once we land and the seatbelt sign is shut off, I grab my carryon and backpack that holds my laptop and camera. When I fly, I don’t separate from it; if I lose it I’m fucked. Don’t get me wrong, it’s insured and I always back up my work, but my camera is set up just how I want it. The first thing I do once I’m off the tarmac is take a piss.
I didn’t want to deal with car rental or my brother having to come get me, therefore, I arranged for a driver.
At a little kiosk I order a green smoothie with extra protein. Once I have that in hand, I check my phone. I’ve got a little over ten minutes before my car gets here so I sit at a little table, drinking down my smoothie, and responding to emails.
My phone goes off and I get up, making my way toward baggage claim. I spot the man holding up a sign that says Sebastian Moore. We shake hands and he leads me out to a Navigator.
La Jolla is only about a twenty minute drive and my leg bounces with nerves. It has been a long time since I’ve seen my brother and we have a lot of lost time to make up for.
We pull up in front of a beautiful modern Mediterranean home in a gated community. The driver opens my door for me and grabs my carry-on from the back. “Here you go, Mr. Moore. Just call when you need me.”
“Thank you.”
The front door opens and out walks my brother. “Damn brother, looking good.” We embrace in a bear hug. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Pete.”
“Missed you, too. Bas.” We finally pull apart and smile widely at each other. “How do you look so damn good?”
“It is called being single. Now introduce me to your wife.”
