Love Reflection (Entwined Hearts #1) (9 page)

“Sorry, but I think you’re mistaken. I’m actually here with friends. They’re just over there,” I shakily said and pointed to where the guys were, their table now empty.

I hated being in these situations. It’s not like it had happened a lot, but I felt unsure of myself and what I was supposed to say or do.

“Aww girl, it looks like your friends have left. Don’t worry we can have a little party of our own,” he whispered in my ear. The next thing I know I felt coolness which replaced his heat. I felt freedom and I could breathe. I turned around and saw nothing, nobody, and I was completely confused. When I turned back around Soph was right in front of me. She was so close I let a little scream slip from my mouth in shock. Luckily the bar was noisy so nobody realised.

“Oh my God, Pea. That was bloody awesome,” Soph exclaims.

“Wha… what do you mean?” I stuttered, completely confused.

“Well, it was obvious that creep was freaking you out. I mean I went over to the guys and didn’t realise that guy had even approached you, as usual Con was the first to notice. He was all like, ‘Saul take Soph to the car. I’m getting Pea and we’re going.’ Of course, you know I wasn’t about to miss the show, so we only got halfway across the room before I pulled Saul to a halt, just in time to see Con approach creepo from behind. He tapped him on the shoulder and when the guy turned around he made this really quick manoeuvre with his hand which looked like he punched him in the stomach and the head.” Soph makes hand gestures like a drunken wannabe ninja fighting a snake and I almost laughed, then she shook her head with awe in her eyes and continued her story, “Although I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, because he must’ve made both punches within about a second. It was really that quick and the guy just crumpled. He’s knocked out, nobody even noticed!” She was almost bouncing on her toes. “He dragged the guy to a table nearby and placed him in the chair. It was like he was just a drunken bum. Incoming. Incoming,” Soph, whispered the last part.

“Pea. Are you okay?” Con asked with obvious concern in his eyes.

“I am now. Thanks,” I answered with a watery smile.

“Come on, let’s all go back to your place,” Con said and slung his arm around my shoulders.

We all made our way to Saul’s car and took the short ride back to my house in a sombre silence.

“Hey guys, if you don’t mind I think I’ll just go home and go to bed. My feet are killing me and I just want to chill,” I tentatively asked, knowing they wouldn’t be happy.

“I would normally grumble, but seeing as we did get to spend some of the night out, and your birthday is actually tomorrow, I’ll let it go. Don’t forget we’re coming round to take you out for lunch tomorrow to celebrate,” Soph answered.

“Can you drop me home, Saul?” she asks gazing at him.

“Of course, sugar lips,” he answered her with a wink. “What about you, Con?” he asked while looking in the rear-view mirror.

“I’ll go to Pea’s, make sure she’s okay,” he answered.

“I’m right here, Con, right here,” I said waving my hand in front of his face. “One, you don’t need to talk about me like I’m not here, and two I’ll be fine. F.I.N.E. Fine!” I sighed.

“Yeah, I know Pea, but it makes me feel better,” he said while fluttering his eyelashes and I burst out laughing.

“Okay,” I conceded.

Once Saul dropped us off and we said our goodbyes, making plans to meet at the local pub for lunch tomorrow, Con followed me into the house.

“Go, take those ridiculous boots off and I’ll make you a tea,” he said. “Oh, and you might as well take my birthday gift and open it now.” He passed me the present that he’d kept in Saul’s car. I made my way into the lounge room and eyed the present. It was a big box, oblong in shape and fairly heavy. It had a big silver bow around it. I placed my handbag down on the floor and took off my necklace. Before I did anything else, I was ripping into the paper, tearing the bow off as I went. When I pulled the lid from the box I squealed with delight at seeing the warm, comfortable, beautiful Ugg boots that I’d been wanting for ages.

“Con!” I shouted. “Con, I can’t believe you got me these. I’ve wanted a pair for ages,” I said, bouncing around in delight. He emerged round the door holding two cups and set them down on the mantle above the fireplace and slid onto the sofa next to me.

“Well, I know you’ve been going on about them since Christmas. I wanted to get them for you then, but I thought you were going to buy them for yourself so I didn’t bother. Then you started saying you were going to buy a fake version instead, so I thought I’d treat you to a pair for your birthday instead.”

“These are a lot of money, Con,” I said quietly.

“Yeah, well, I love you stupid,” Con said light-heartedly. Then we locked eyes and I could see the same want in his eyes that I knew were reflected in mine.

“I do appreciate them though. I love them. Thank you,” I quickly rushed out.

“Come on, Pea, put them on. Let’s see how they look,” Con said standing up and taking a sip of his tea. “Damn that’s hot,” he moaned, eyebrows pulled together. I laughed and all the tension left my body.

I pulled the boots off, groaned and closed my eyes, relishing the feel of letting my feet be free. As I opened my eyes, I could see Con staring at me intently. A look of pain flashed through his eyes.

“Here Pea, give me your feet and I’ll rub them,” he said sitting back down and not giving me any choice by pulling my left foot onto his lap.

As he started rubbing I closed my eyes and hung my head enjoying him working my sore foot. I always said he had magic hands. We sat there for what must be five minutes. I was completely immersed in what he was doing, so much so that I didn’t cotton on to the fact that his hand had worked its way up my calf and was now massaging my leg above the knee.

I was so caught up in the moment, remembering Con’s hands on me at a time long past, that I just didn’t notice anything but how good it felt. As he was rubbing, I started moaning, unable to stop myself. I opened my eyes and stared into his. They were burning with fire. I had no doubt what he wanted, I was just not sure that it was such a good idea.

For the moment though I was unable to stop.

Con taking this as a green light carried on. Rubbing up and up and up, until his fingertips were stroking my panties, up and down along my slit. I thought I was going to come right there and then, just with this little amount of intimacy. It’d been years since I’d had any kind of intimacy by anything other than my own hand. My body was overtaking my mind and I couldn’t think straight. Before I knew it, Con had slipped his finger inside my panties and was playing with my nub in a circular motion. I moaned out, and as I did I felt his hot breath on my lips. He kissed me gently, then licked along the seam of my mouth. I parted my lips and he slipped in his tongue. Con was no longer gentle and kissed me like he’d never kissed me before, all the while his hand was still playing with my clit. His other hand snaked around my back and he grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back with a tug, not hard enough to cause actual pain. He pulled his lips free at the same time, then assaulted my neck, kissing down and then back up, and then nibbling on my ear. He removed his hand from my sex and I immediately whimpered at the loss. His hands ran up the outside of my legs continuing up the side of my body.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes for my liking, Pea. Let’s rectify that.” Con pulled me to standing position then proceeded to pull off my jumper and dress all in one swoop. He stared at me in my panties and bra and tried to level his breathing. Looking into my eyes for a second, obviously trying to work something out. What? I didn’t know. Lowering his head and gently biting my nipple through the fabric of the bra I forgot everything. I rolled my head back sighing at the tender feeling that was so easily turning me on. He ran his hands around my back and unclipped my bra, only to continue where he’d left off, but with no material in the way this time.

“Con,” I moaned, which only seemed to push him into more of a frenzy. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slipped them down my legs, moving to his knees at the same time. Once my panties were gone and I was completely naked, he looked up at me from his kneeling position and murmured, “Beautiful.” Which my fuzzy brain didn’t get a chance to acknowledge before he ran his nose up my opening and breathed in my scent. “Mmm, I missed your smell,” Con whispered and before I got a chance to answer, he ran his tongue up me from bottom to top and then back down. My knees nearly buckled, but he had one arm around my legs securing me. He gently moved me backwards until I was against the sideboard and could steady myself, then he opened my legs and got to work eating me. He was like a man possessed, like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Not that I was complaining.

I watched him for a beat, then closed my eyes and enjoyed the way only Con had ever made me feel. He licked me up and down, paying particular attention to my sensitive bud, then he thrust his tongue into my sex using it to fuck me. I writhed and moaned in ecstasy. Suddenly he stopped and I wanted to complain, but I knew the best bit was still to come. He stood in front of me and removed all his clothes. I stared at his body, thick thighs and beautiful torso, which you’d think would only be real with some serious Photoshopping. His arms were bulging, obviously his blood was rushing through his entire body, which was why his muscles were almost pulsing. I saw the tip of a tattoo that I knew was an eagle just peaking over his shoulder, and then I saw the ‘Forever Love’ scribe across his heart, where it’d been for years. I carried on upwards until I met his eyes and saw he was smirking.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked but didn’t give me time to answer before he picked me up and placed me on the sideboard. Con placed himself between my legs and his dick was resting right there, ready to push inside me. He looked in my eyes again waiting for something, when I said nothing he started entering me slowly, both of us groaning as he penetrated bit by bit. “Fuck Pea!”

Once he filled me to the hilt, he looked at me. “This is gonna be hard and fast, Pea. I’m gonna fuck you ‘cause I can’t hold out much more, okay?”

I nodded at him and he didn’t wait before he was pounding into me, filling me with his long thick cock, and then pulling back like he was teasing. He fucked me so hard I could feel his balls slapping the bottom of my clit. Before I knew what was happening my body took over and I closed my eyes as euphoria filled me and the orgasm I was chasing earlier finally arrived. I vaguely heard Con climaxing too and I definitely didn’t mistake the feeling of him while he released. As our breathing subsided, I looked into Con’s eyes needing guidance, not knowing what was next.

“Fuck, Pea, you’re still so tight,” he said shaking his head. “When was the last time you were with a guy,” he asked, although I could see his eyes working like he didn’t know why he’d asked the question.

“Do you really want to know that, Con?” I answered unsure.

“Not sure I want to know, Pea…it’s more like I need to know.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I decided to tell him the truth.

“Con, the last guy I was with was you,” I whispered.

His eyes went soft and he stared at me before saying, “Well, let’s move this to the bedroom so I can do it again, slowly this time. I want savour your body, lick your tits good and eat your pussy until you scream my name. I want to make sure your body knows who’s in charge, and I WILL make sure you don’t forget who’s between your legs.” With that, he picked me up, carried me to the bed and we spent the next three hours doing just that.

It was divine.

I felt like I was in heaven.

The fuck-up happened in the morning when I woke up and saw a note on the bed.

Pea didn’t want to disturb you. I think we need to talk about last night and what happens now. I’ll give you a call later. Con

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I was so stupid. All this time I thought he wanted me back, of course, he doesn’t. He couldn’t wait to get away!

I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. I saw my phone sitting on the bedside cabinet. I picked it up and did something stupid. I texted him in anger or maybe hurt. Probably both.

Me:
Con. Thanks for last night. Pea.

I didn’t want him to think I expected more, but at the same time I wanted to give him the opportunity to offer something more.

My phone signalled a text.

Con:
Pea. Do you want to talk about where we go from here? Try again maybe? Con.

I felt butterflies in my tummy, which was a feeling I hadn’t had for years. Deciding this was a conversation not to be had via text, I called him.

“Pea, sorry I’m a bit busy at the moment, can we chat after we all meet for lunch later?” I could hear the desperation in his voice to get off the phone, I could also hear girls giggling in the background.

“Con, what’s going on? Where are you?” I asked.

Then I heard. “Con, come over here, the food’s getting cold and so am I,” purred a female voice. I could almost hear him running his hand down his face in frustration.

“Pea, this is not what it seems. I promised a friend of mine I would meet him for breakfast today. There’s this girl he likes and she wanted to bring a friend and he asked me to double with him a couple of days ago, I didn’t want to let him down, but obviously nothing is going to happen,” he rushed his explanation out.