Play Along(123)

We walk out of the building and flag a cab.

“Hello.” I smile as we climb in. I slide over to give my two companions room.

“Can you take us to the lower mountains, please?” I ask.

He nods and turns as he pulls out into the traffic.

Staces hand goes straight to my thigh and he slowly slides it under my skirt. His lips drop to my neck, his fingers subtly slide up and up and then slowly circle over my sex.

“I need you,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait until we get home.”

My eyes close as my arousal hits new levels. How could I have thought that the chemistry might be gone between us?

It’s explosive.

“How do you feel?” he whispers. “Show me how you feel.” He lifts my leg and hooks it over his so I am effectively half sitting on his lap.

Oh shit. I hold my breath as his fingers slip underneath the side of my panties. He slides the back of his fingers through my wet flesh. He hisses in approval into my ear and readjusts himself as he opens my legs further.

Fucking hell. We are in a damn cab.

“Open,” he whispers.

I can hardly keep my eyes open, I’m so aroused. “Stace,” I breathe onto his open lips. “Just wait.”

“I can’t.”

He pushes forward and slides a finger into me and we both nearly convulse. Two years is a long time to go without each other’s touch.

His breath quivers as he slowly slides his finger out and then back in. His open lips are on the side of my neck. My eyes stay firmly fixed on the rear view mirror. Thankfully the driver hasn’t looked our way at all. He has headphones in.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear.

I nod, unable to speak as his magical fingers slide in slowly again.

“You need to be fucked, baby.” His breath brushes my ear and goosebumps scatter everywhere, whether it’s from the words or the sensations, I can’t be sure.

I shudder, no shit. An orgasm is dangerously close and I feel him smile underneath me.

“I’m going to blow so hard,” he whispers. He pushes three fingers into me and I lose control and lie back across him.

I need him to fuck me. I need him to fuck me now. A rush of arousal floods me and he hisses in appreciation.

His thick fingers slide in and then slowly out again.

“Here we are,” the driver says flatly.

Oh shit. I jump off Stace’s lap and shake my head. What the bloody hell are we doing? I widen my eyes at Stace and he smirks as he puts his three fingers in his mouth and sucks them. I freeze as I watch him and my insides begin to liquefy.

This man is so fucking hot, he fries my brain.

As if reading my mind, Stace smiles sexily and takes my purse to pay the driver. I don’t have one coherent thought in my head right now. He drags our puppy and me from the cab and it drives off. He looks up at the house in front of us. It’s a two-story terrace kind of house, white with blue doors and trim. The windows have the same blue shutters around them. The ivy is overgrown and all over the wall, and we have a fountain is in the front garden

“This is it.” I smile nervously.

He smiles as his eyes roam over the house. “Looks nice.”

I shrug, smile, and struggle to pull our little friend on his leash. “He hates this leash.”

Stace follows me as he continues to stare at our surroundings.

What must it be like to be locked away for two years? I can’t imagine what is going through his head right now.

I open the blue, arch-shaped door and we walk inside. The flooring is tiled in all different shades of green in big diamond shapes, and the walls are a warm terracotta colour. It is the epitome of South America and exactly why I wanted this house when I first looked at it.

It’s warm, earthy, and inviting.

“This is the lounge room.” I gesture to the lounge room and we walk through the hallway. “This is the kitchen.”

He looks around the timber kitchen and smiles. “Where is the laundry?” he asks.

“Oh, through here.” I walk through the hallway and show him the laundry and he looks around. His dark eyes come back to my face.

“Where is our bedroom?”

Nerves flutter through me. It’s been a long time. “Upstairs,” I whisper.

He takes me by my hand, leads me back to the staircase, and we continue upstairs.

“Last door on the right,” I murmur.

He puts the puppy down and walks me up the hall to our bedroom. His eyes scan the space.

There’s a large bed with white linen and timber furnishings. It’s simple.

I stand nervously and he turns to face me. “It’s nice.” His lips meet mine and he kisses me softly.

I smile. I can’t believe he is actually here with me… in our home. I’ve waited so long for him to come home.