Secret Cravings(31)
“Fuck, I want to taste you,” Amy said.
“Yes,” Nichole hissed.
Amy dropped to her knees and spread Nichole’s legs. She feathered her fingers over Nichole’s labia before Amy speared her tongue between them, searching out Nichole’s clit, finally striking true, almost bringing Nichole to her knees. Amy licked and nipped until Nichole shouted her name as the orgasm ripped through her.
She was still shaking with spent desire when Amy pushed her into the shower and turned the water on. Amy bathed Nichole, washing her hair and smoothing the soapy washrag over Nichole’s body. After she’d turned off the water, Amy wrapped Nichole in a thick terry towel and led her back into the bedroom. They cuddled under the sheets and kissed, touching each other as they murmured passion-filled words of want and need.
Nichole opened herself to emotion, feeling Amy, allowing her past her tough exterior. “That was amazing,” Nichole said after her third orgasm.
“You’re amazing. I don’t want tonight to be just a one-night stand.”
“Neither do I,” Nichole said, surprising herself.
“What does that mean?” Amy asked.
“I don’t know. I was in a relationship before. I don’t know if I can stand being dumped again.”
Amy lifted up on one elbow, staring down at Nichole. “I was dumped a few years ago and haven’t had one relationship since then. I’m afraid too.”
“So what do we do?” Nichole asked.
“Let’s take it slow. There is no need to rush anything. I’m happy with my life right now and I just signed a lease on my place so I can’t move for a while.”
“Yeah, I just signed the lease here not too long ago.”
“How about this,” Amy said, as she traced a lazy path with her fingers over Nichole’s collarbone and shoulder. “Let’s just hang out and have fun.”
“I don’t think I could stand it if we were together and you were with someone else.”
“So we’ll be exclusive. No one else.”
Nichole pulled Amy down for a kiss, happy that they had that settled. They might not be together forever, but she was happy with this.
* * * *
Luke read the email three times and still couldn’t wrap his head around the words. He’d been offered a part in a huge evening drama, but the kicker was that he’d have to move to California. He closed his eyes, wondering if Bryan would go for it. They’d been together for only a few days if he didn’t count those few dates they’d shared with Nichole.
Fuck, a move this early in a relationship could throw them off track, but he wanted this part. He’d been trying to break into acting, knowing that with modelling he had a much shorter shelf life. Sure, he was still hot, and he looked great, but once he hit a certain age he wouldn’t draw any income. His prospects would be few and far between.
The elevator dinged and swished open. Bryan stepped out. Luke’s heart sped up and his lungs stopped working, leaving him feeling dizzy.
“Hey, babe, I’m home,” Bryan hollered from the main room.
Luke stood from the couch, placing his laptop on the coffee table. He stared at Bryan, fearing his reaction to the move. He wouldn’t have to be in LA until after his model shoot next week, and they would work around his filming schedule, but the move would need to take place sooner rather than later.
“Luke, what’s wrong?”
Luke swallowed past the lump in his throat. How could he explain what he wanted, and would Bryan go for it?
“Babe, you’re scaring me. You look like a ghost. What’s wrong?”
“I got a p-part in a show.”
“Hey, that’s great.”
“It’s in LA.” Luke’s voice shook as he spoke.
“LA?” Bryan’s face fell and he closed his eyes. This was exactly what Luke had feared. He couldn’t stand to lose Bryan.
“I won’t take it,” Luke spat out.
“Oh, hell no. You will take it, because you deserve to be recognised for your acting too.”
“But I can’t lose you,” Luke cried. He swallowed again, trying to calm his fears. “Move with me. Please. I need you.”
Bryan didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He just stared at Luke, his mouth hanging open. “Seriously, you want me to move to LA with you?”
“Yes. Please, I can’t do this without you. I need your stability, your wisdom and your love.”
Bryan took a step closer to him, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “Do you love me?”
Luke’s lips stretched into a smile and he nodded. “Oh, God. Yes, Bryan, I love you so much. Please move to LA with me. We may be there a year, maybe two or more, I don’t know, but please find some way to be with me.”