Page 60 of Toy Boy
“I’m not ashamed of anything,” she whispers as her thumb gently brushes over my cheek, the corners of her mouth lifting in a small smile.
“And yet, you still sneaked out of my place this morning, terrified that someone would see you.”
“That had nothing to do with you or us or…” The smile drops from her lips and she briefly bows her head. “Do you really want us to be the subject of everyone’s conversations?”
Yes, actually, I do. I want the world to know, that’s exactly what I want.
I want Scott Warren to see and know exactly what he’s missing.
“Is this town really as insular as you make it out to be?”
Because I don’t think it is. Not really. Yeah, people would probably talk, initially, but boredom sets in very quickly for those always looking for a fresh subject to concentrate on. And I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks anyway, there’s only one person’s opinion I’m bothered about. One person I care about in all of this.
“Megan?”
Her eyes lock on mine, and I feel the tiniest of shivers race up my spine. “You really want to go public with this?”
I do, I so fucking do. “Yes.”
“Don’t you think…? Is it not all happening a bit too fast?”
“I’m going to remind you now that we’re just having fun, remember? We don’t have to make some big announcement, that’s not what I meant. I just meant, let’s end the sneaking around. The secrecy. Hanna already knows about us, and there’s every possibility your ex knows, too, the gossip may have already started, so what’s the point in hiding it? When we’re out, let’s not be afraid to hold hands, that’s all I’m saying.”
Her smile returns, and so does that shiver, twice as intense as the last one.
“You have no idea how you make me feel,” she whispers, and I want to tear off her skirt, lean her over that dusty old desk in the corner and bury myself so deep inside of her that I may never find a way out. But this is nothing more than a few snatched minutes, we both have work to do.
“I think I have a pretty good idea.” I smile as I slide my fingers up over her thigh; under the sides of her panties, and the second I touch her soft, warm wetness she gasps. The moment I slide those fingers inside her she buries her face in my hair and groans, the shoulders of my T-shirt bunching up in her fist as I push deeper, and it takes just seconds before she comes. And it’s beautiful, although, my dick’s responding in the only way it could, but we really don’t have time for that. Do we…?
Before I can answer my own question she’s yanked down my shorts, and stepped out of her panties, and I’m back inside her in a heartbeat, my rigid cock pumping in and out of her so fast I can barely catch a breath. My throat’s tight, and so is she, her muscles gripping me, helping me along, until I explode in a barrage of muffled cries and guttural moans. It’s over in minutes, but it was fucking incredible!
“When you want something you sure know how to get it, huh?”
She smiles at me as she steps back into her panties, pulling them up over those tanned, toned legs that spent most of last night wrapped around me. Images I can’t get out of my head are now joined by new ones, and I can’t wipe the grin off my face.
“I should get back to work,” she says, running her fingers through her hair as she checks her reflection in the small, slightly cracked mirror next to the door.
“So, will I see you later?”
I lean back against the desk and cross my arms as she turns to look at me, a slight smile on her heartbreakingly beautiful face. “Tonight, at The Swan. Once you’re done here.”
And then she’s gone, leaving a trail of perfume behind her, and I drop my head and I smile.
Megan Flowers was never supposed to get to me.
She wasn’t meant to get under my skin or inside my head, she was supposed to be nothing more than a means to an end. A route to the one thing I need to do in order to be able to finally move on. She was never meant to be what she’s become. That was never meant to happen. But it has. And there isn’t a lot I can do about that now…
13
Scott
The sun had shone brightly from a powder-blue-coloured sky that morning, there wasn’t a cloud to be seen as I’d walked through City Hall Square. It wasn’t my usual route to work, but that morning I’d felt like taking a bit of a detour before heading to the clinic. Thinking back, I don’t know why I did that, I never did that, I’m not an impulsive man. At least, I never used to be.
I’d loved Denmark. In the beginning. I’d come to that country with a woman who’d loved me – or who I’d believed had loved me – a career on the ascendant, and more ambition than I knew what to do with. And I left it a broken man. Alone. Worried for my future. Because of that day.
That day, Lucie was still with me, we were happy, at least, it seemed like we were happy. I was a man in demand. Everyone wanted a piece of me, my reputation preceded me, with good reason. I was leading the way in research development; pioneering new treatments; cutting edge surgeries. I was successful and respected and I saw myself having a future there. Until that day.
That day, I’d got ahead of myself. Promised shit I knew wasn’t one hundred per cent ready to go but I’d felt we were far enough along to go through with a surgery that would’ve put the clinic on the world map. If it had succeeded.