Authors: Michelle Love
Arlo shook his head in disbelief. ‘Beautiful…you’re stealing my best lines.’
She laughed. ‘I just don’t do games.’
Arlo nodded. ‘Me neither. I like your honesty, let me repay it by telling you that there is nothing in this world I’d like more than to accept your kind offer.’
‘But?’
‘But nothing. I think a night of fucking a woman as beautiful as you would be a gift from the gods. That you don’t want names…’
‘Or strings or commitment…’
‘Or inhibitions?’ He raised an eyebrow, amused and a smile spread across her
face,
and she kept her eyes locked with him.
‘No inhibitions.’ She said
softly,
and Arlo nodded, considered for a moment. Then he stood and held out his hand.
‘Screw the drinks.’
She took his hand and stood. ‘Agreed.’
They walked back to her villa hand-in-hand, the sand soft beneath their feet, the lights from other villa beacons in the darkness. Inside, their first kiss was tentative at first then as their lips moved against the others, it
deepened,
and Arlo’s fingers went to the straps of her dress, pulling them down. Her dress slithered down her body and onto the floor. She wore only panties and her breasts, large and perfectly formed fell heavily into his hands, the large brown aureole framing the delicate nipples. Cosima closed her eyes as he caressed them, dipping his head to take the nipples into his mouth in turn. God, she tasted so good and soon he was unable to stop himself dropping to his knees and burying his face her belly as he pulled her panties down slowly. His tongue traced patterns over her skin, around her navel and down until it lashed around her clit and he heard her gasp. Grinning, he gently parted her thighs to gain better access to her sex, which was already glistening with her arousal. She knotted her fingers in his hair as he pleasured her and by the time he felt her legs trembling so badly she could barely stand, he knew she was his. He scooped her into his arms and onto the bed, tearing off his clothes, his cock
pulsing,
and
straining
, ramrod straight against his belly. She smiled up at him as he sat back on his haunches and grabbed a condom from his pocket. As he rolled in onto him, he took
in the sight of
this beautiful woman beneath him, her soft curves so delicious, so tempting that when he finally slid into her, he
was so turned
on that it became a fast, furious fuck, thrilling and intense.
Afterward,
they both collapsed, breathless and
laughed
. Arlo turned his head to look at her, her
face
covered with a dewy sheen of breath. ‘God, you’re beautiful.’
She laughed. ‘That’s the orgasm talking but thank you.’
‘Are you kidding, look at you…?’ He ran his hand down over her belly. ‘How long are you here for?’
‘Five days,’ she said, turning to gaze at him. ‘You?’
‘A week. Listen I know we said no names but…’
‘Pseudonyms okay?’
‘Good idea. I’m…Turner.’ His grin was wickedly
infectious,
and she laughed.
‘I am
not
being
‘Hooch.'
How about…
Bill and Ted?’
It was his turn to chuckle. ‘Next time I come, I’m not shouting either of those names.’
‘Fair point. Well, then, I’m…Camille.’
He nodded. ‘And I’m…Adam’
She rolled on top of him, her dark hair cascading around her face. ‘Well then, hello Adam.’
He put his hands on either side of her face, studying every inch of it. ‘Camille…will you spend the next few days with me?’
She smiled. ‘As long as you promise we’ll be naked and
doing
this for ninety-nine percent of the time.’
‘I think I can accommodate that…’ He grinned as she straddled him, taking his still hard cock in her hands and stroking it against her lower belly.
‘Adam?’
‘Yes, sweetheart?’
‘What would you like me to do?’ She grinned at his raised eyebrows. ‘Anything…’
‘Anything?’
She
nodded,
and he put his hands around her waist and lifted her onto his cock. ‘Just ride me, beautiful…but let’s take it
slow,
this time, I want to watch that gorgeous body of yours while we fuck.’
And he did, admiring the way the full breasts gently moved with the rhythm of her thrusts, the way her tight little cunt gripped his cock, increasing the friction on him, her soft moans, and the gentle curve of her belly. She kept her eyes locked onto his, intensity building as they rocked together. A cool breeze came off the water outside and cooled their hot bodies. He reached between her legs to rub her hardening
clit,
and she let out such a melodic, beautiful sigh of pleasure that he could feel his orgasm beginning to build.
This time, it was a mellow, drawn out climax and he
actually
wished that he wasn’t wearing a condom, that he could pump his seed deep into this goddesses being, marked her as his own, taste this honey skin forever.
As the night went on, they made
love,
again and again, sometimes urgently – he took her against the wall of the villa, thrusting deep into her from behind, she sucked him until he came into her mouth, her fingernails digging into his buttocks. They had each other in every way and by the time they feel asleep, Arlo knew in his bones – he wouldn’t be able to let her go
…
Cosima walked through New Orleans airport in a haze. Since she and ‘Adam’ had said their goodbyes, she had felt a chasm of sadness inside her. She had thought she’d be able to do it; turn off her feelings, just enjoy those few incredible, sensual days for what they were. The trouble was, her mysterious lover spoke to in every way, mentally, emotionally and of course, physically.
Cosima had never been one to flaunt her beauty or be overtly sexual but something at the restaurant that
night
when she’d caught his
eye,
and he’d smiled – every cell in her body had been set aflame. A pulse beat frantically between her legs and she had, for once, thrown caution to the wind. And,
man,
did it pay off. The five sensual days and nights she’d spent with him had been an awakening inside of her. She reveled in the confidence it had given her, welcomed the aches in her muscles from the exertions, felt washed with happiness as they laughed and loved together.
But now, she had to face the fact that it was
over,
and she was both sad and happy. No-one could take that away from her – and it had been just the two of them. No family crap, no relationship bullshit, just…’The
good
bits,’ she grinned to herself.
If only ‘real’ relationships could be that wonderful.
She took a cab home to find the apartment empty. Harpa had been spending less and less time
there,
and Cosima would not have been surprised to come home to find her stuff gone. She spent most of the time at her boyfriend’s place now. Cosima sighed. She hadn’t liked Deacon the few times she had met
him,
but Harpa’s whole countenance had dared her to say something negative so she’d kept her mouth shut. Harpa was an adult now; she could do what she wanted.
‘Just like I did,’ she said aloud and laughed. She wanted to
take
a shower but didn’t want to wash
him
off her skin yet. They had made love for the last time just before she left for the airport, making the most of their last moments together.
‘I’ll never forget you,’ he’d said, his kiss tender and loving, his eyes soft.
God, what a gorgeous man,
she sighed to herself. Funny, smart, and with just enough confidence to be attractive. His body –
God
, she could crawl over it for days – was tight and cut, broad shoulders, thickly muscled arms. He was tall too, towering over her five-four, making her feel so tiny and safe in his arms.
‘Adam,’ she said out loud and not for the first time, wondered what his real name was. No, that wasn’t part of the deal, she told herself, but she couldn’t help fantasizing that somehow, they could be together again. Her sex swelled at the thought of
it,
and so, she drew a bath and relaxed into it, thinking of him, letting his fingers drift down between her legs.
At midnight, she went to bed, suddenly exhausted. Tomorrow, she would start to get her life back on track. An interview at one of New Orleans most prestigious architectural firms, a hope of a junior partnership, that’s what she should be
focusing on
. She fell asleep just as she heard the front door open and Harpa
creep
back into her room.
In the Maldives, Arlo sat in the lounge sipping his drink and wishing he could pour the aged single blend scotch all over ‘Camille’s incredible body and then lick it off. God, it had been less than twenty-four
hours,
but the void she had left in his life was palpable.
Which is why, now, he sat with his private detective, looking at photographs of her.
‘You’re sure this is her real name?’
The detective nodded. ‘One hundred percent.
She
’s the daughter of Arjun Malhotra but now lives in New Orleans. She’s supposed to have a new
identity,
but I found her easily –
hopefully,
the people that killed her father won’t have such luck. Both of the sisters have had threats against them which
is
why the FBI stepped in.’
Arlo winced. He couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to harm Camille – or
Cosima
, as he now knew her name to be. Cosima– it suited her well. He stared down at her beautiful face, drinking it in.
‘Boss? What do you want me to do next?’
‘Nothing yet. I got this.’
He thrust his cock deep inside her, grinning as she cried out. It seemed he had become bigger, almost too big for her now and as he fucked her, she began to feel pain instead of pleasure. She glanced up at him, suddenly fearful. His smile was terrifying.
‘Did you think you could escape us, Cosima?’ His face turned from ‘Adam’ to the face of an
enemy,
and suddenly she felt her body rocked with agonizing pain. She looked down to see an impossible big knife cutting deep into her abdomen, stab, stab, stab….
‘Cos! Cos! Wake up…’
Cosima opened her eyes, gasping for air, to see her younger sister, her eyes large and scared, sitting on the side of the bed, her hands on Cosima’s arms. Breathless, she sat up.
‘You were having another nightmare,’ Harpa said gently. Cosima sighed and leaned back against the headboard.
‘God, sorry…was I screaming again?’
Harpa nodded. ‘Something about ‘Adam, don’t’.’
Cosima flushed. ‘Yikes.’
‘Who’s Adam?’
Cosima didn’t answer her sister
straight away
; she kicked off the comforter and headed to her bathroom to grab a cup of water. Jeez, damn nightmares. She tried to smile at Harpa as she sat back down on the bed. ‘Just some guy I met in the Maldives.’
Harpa’s eyes lit up. ‘Please tell me you got laid.’
Cosima’s blush deepened. ‘Harpa Malhotra, really, the things you ask.’ Then she could have cursed as Harpa’s face shut down.
‘It’s Bedi, now, remember?’
Harpa got up and walked out of the room; it was the only the lateness of the hour that made her not slam it, Cosima knew. Cosima sighed again.
Me and my big mouth.
Their new life, their new names were still contentious between the sisters; Cosima knew Harpa blamed her for outing them in New York. The FBI had wanted them to change their first names
too,
but Harpa out her foot down on
that,
and Cosima too was glad to retain something of their own. She knew their father had picked out their names when they had been born and it felt good to honor him. In business, though, Cosima used initials now, Cosima Jasmine Bedi became C.J. Bedi, architect, and Harpa too anglicized her name to ‘Harper’. At home, they were still ‘Cos’ and ‘Harp’ to each other, at least.
Now Cosima lay back down and tried to go back to sleep, willing the nightmares to stay away. Her interview tomorrow was important to them both; what little money she had from the trust fund was depleting fast and with their father’s estate tied up and inaccessible to them while their lives were in danger, they needed another source of income.
Especially if Harper moves out
, she thought to herself.
I can just about afford this place on my own if I get this job.
Otherwise, a tiny studio away from the French Quarter would have to do. Cosima wrinkled her nose at the idea of it – she loved being here, amidst the crowds of tourists and Quarter folk.
She eventually fell asleep just as dawn crept over the horizon; her last waking thought was
that
thank
God
,
the interview wasn’t until the afternoon.