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  Until now, he’d had a pretty uneventful night. Johnny had come over and he’d drunk a few beers, as they listened to music. Johnny told Riley Christina was leaving Monday and both agreed that all he had to do was avoid her for a couple of days, and everything would work out fine.

  Fat chance. Now, here she was standing in the house looking… actually pretty rough. Riley cast a glance over her and raised an eyebrow. She looked like she’d had an interesting night. She had no shoes on and her feet were filthy. There were grass stains and dirt on her dress, and her lipstick was smeared. The polite term for her hair was windswept, but none of it mattered to him. She was Christina.

  Riley closed the door behind him, leaned against the door jam and stared at her, trying not to laugh. He looked at her and smiled. “Hello Missus.”

  She looked at him and slurred-bellowed. “It’s Ms. now, Riley.”

  He pulled a face, but his lips twitched in amusement. He added drunk to his checklist. “Ms. it is then.”

  Christina stared at him for a bit then blurted. “Can I please use your bathroom?”

  Riley laughed and shook his head. “Sure. You remember where it is right?” He pointed down the hallway. “Third door on the left. I’m going back to bed now because it is 3 o’clock in the morning. When you’re finished, come find me.”

  He lay down on his bed and laughed quietly. “What the hell?” He wasn’t expecting this. He was resolved to avoid her until she left and let the status quo remain. He figured he’d take her home when she was finished whatever she was doing, but if she wanted a conversation first then they could have one because it was long overdue.

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  Christina

  Christina watched Riley walk back to his bedroom and leave the door open. She didn’t really want a conversation anymore and was considering taking the bikers’ advice. She trotted off down the hall because she was busting. After she’d finished, she got a look at herself in the mirror. She nodded at her reflection thinking she didn’t look too bad.

  Her mascara had run a bit, but she thought it gave her the “smoky eyed” seductive look and her hair looked sexy wind-blown. Her lipstick was a bit smeared, but she could fix that, but where the F were her shoes? Her feet were disgusting.

  Christina spied a toothbrush and some toothpaste, and brushed her teeth to freshen up her mouth. She couldn’t find a facecloth so used the corner of a bath towel to wash under her arms and lady pieces. She also washed her feet, leaving the bath towel covered in muck and grime.

  Opening her handbag, she found some perfume and sprayed it all around herself. She applied some lipstick and blew kisses to herself in the mirror, making her giggle. She stumbled a bit and spilled the contents of her handbag all over the bathroom floor. This made her laugh for a further five minutes and every time she bent over to pick the stuff up from the floor, she’d stumble and bang her head on the toilet. In the end, she just left her bag lying there on the floor and walked down the hallway to Riley’s bedroom.

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  Riley

  What the hell was she doing? She’d been gone for ages and when he looked at the clock, it read 3:20 a.m. Riley knew it was impolite to count time when someone was in the bathroom, but how long was she going to be? He couldn’t see himself getting back to sleep any time soon. Saturday was going to be a long day.

  Riley decided he’d give her five more minutes and then go find her. Then he worried she might have hurt herself and was about to get out of bed when she appeared in his bedroom doorway. He watched mesmerized as she stumbled to the end of his bed and started… stripping.

  He sat bolt upright in bed, staring at her. What the fuck?

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  Christina

  Christina knew he wasn’t asleep and just pretending. He was lying in bed on his side with his arms crossed over him. When she took her blue dress off, Riley sat up and stared at her. She unhooked her bra, and threw it as far as she could, throwing her head back laughing. She knew she was supposed to shake her “money maker” at this point, like the biker advised, but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

  Instead, she took off her panties and fired them like a slingshot. She was surprised at how much elasticity was in them and was tempted to do it again for the awesome factor. They fired some distance away and landed on the mirror of the dressing room table. She thought it was really cool and funny.

  She looked at him, pointed her finger and blurted. “Riley. I want ‘bad mama jama sex’ with you. Right now.”

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  Riley

  What the fuck times two?

  Riley rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t imagining things and stared. She was standing there – naked – right in front of him, asking him for sex. He was just staring, staring, staring, trying to work out if he was truly awake or not. He rubbed his chin and mouth. He was really confused and that was the closest Riley ever got to a moral dilemma.

  He threw back the covers and got out of bed in his boxers, stalking toward Christina, with his eyes locked on hers. He half expected her to laugh at him and run away, but she stood there shivering. Was this some kind of a sick joke?

  Riley approached her warily, wondering if this were another form of payback she’d come up with, but when he saw the look in her eyes, he realized she was serious. She looked so vulnerable standing in his doorway, with her chin thrust forward like she expected a rebuff at any second. This was dangerous and all kinds of trouble. He was probably going to hell for this, but he’d rather be damned than leave her standing there, with that look in her eyes.

  Grabbing her by the upper arms, Riley looked intently at her to try to read her thoughts. She lifted her face to him and stared into his eyes. Finally, he nodded and said, “Okay.”

  Riley pulled her hair back tilting her face up toward him and planted a kiss on her mouth. She tasted of alcohol and toothpaste, and marijuana? He pulled back and looked at her. Christina had never been into drugs. But when she sighed and pulled him back to her, opening up his mouth with her tongue, and running it over his, he forgot everything else.

  She reached up and held the back of his head so he couldn’t break the kiss until she was ready. His mouth traveled from her lips, down the side of her face, to her neck, and collarbone. Riley smiled in the hollow of her neck when he heard her let out a low moan. There were some spots that were unforgettable and Christina’s neck was one of them.

  He looked at her. “Are you sure about this?” When she nodded, he lifted her up and carried her gently to the bed.

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  Christina

  When Riley lifted Christina and carried her to the bed, she nearly exploded. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and rubbed herself on him like a cat. Bonnie and Mandy were right. She needed to seriously sort her sex life out because right now she felt like a wild beast.

  He laid her gently on the bed, but she wanted him to throw her down and climb on top of her. She didn’t want gentle. She wanted passionate, urgent, borderline nasty, and savage.

  Christina watched him climb onto the bed with her and he reached over to kiss her on the mouth. His tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, and she responded by throwing him on his back, and straddling him. She thrust her tongue in his mouth, leaving hers open for further exploration.

  Sensing her urgency, he grabbed her head and pulled her further toward him and his tongue became more insistent. He flipped her over onto her back and lay on top of her, staring at her. She pulled his head toward her and he kissed her, but pulled back kissing her nose, and forehead.

  Christina didn’t want lingering looks, or even lingering foreplay. She wanted him inside her and if he didn’t hurry, she was going to finish without him. “Please, Riley,” she begged, but he shushed her and continued his torturous exploration.

  Riley’s kisses were gentle and he planted them all over her face, on her ears, neck, and collarbone. She
became more eager and desperate, and when his hands slid down her body to her breasts she closed her eyes. She groaned loudly when his fingers rubbed her nipples and she felt his tongue trace its way to her breasts.

  She held her breath as his mouth replaced his fingers and she strained upwards into him. Christina didn’t know if this was right or wrong, and she didn’t care. She knew he wouldn’t turn her away, and where sex was concerned, she had always felt safe with Riley. He knew her body well and what she needed. She just wished he’d hurry up.

  Riley’s hand slowly made their way between her legs and she thrust her hips up toward him. She felt him hesitate and then stroke her gently. She tried to get more friction against his hand, but he drew back.

  Christina knew she was ready for him. What the hell was he waiting for? She wanted Riley to get inside her and pound her until she came. He put his finger inside her and used his thumb to rub her. She moaned, waiting on the verge of orgasm and just as she thought she’d go over the edge, he stopped.

  Her eyes flew open and he was staring at her. He smiled and she frowned. “Riley,” she begged. “Please. I need you.”

  Riley’s eyebrows came together and when he said quietly, “Dina, you’re drunk. Maybe we should wait?” She thought she would go insane.

  Christina shook her head and her lips trembled. “No. I want this and I want this with you now. Please.”

  Riley lay down the length of her, resting on his elbows. He held her face in his hands and kissed her. She clasped the back of his head and kissed him back with everything she had. She could feel him hard, pressing against her and she parted her knees to try, and encourage him to enter her, but he didn’t.

  He broke the kiss, letting his mouth travel down her body. He kissed and nipped at her chin, running his tongue down her cleavage to her stomach. When she felt his breath at the centre of her legs, she sat up and grabbed his hair, making him stop.

  Christina stared into his eyes. “I don’t want a hand or head job, Riley. Baby, please. I want you – all of you inside me now. Now. Right now. Please.”

  Riley blinked at her and pulled a face. “As you wish.”

  She watched him climb off the bed and grab a condom. Christina sat up with interest and licked her lips. She ran her hands over his back and shoulders, kissing his neck, until he turned to her.

  He joined her back on the bed and began kissing her intensely. Christina was trying to pull him on top of her and maneuver him inside her, but he was teasing her until she thought she would go insane. Enough already, she thought, most men would have just taken her by now, but he wasn’t like most other men.

  Where sex was concerned Riley had always been sensual and intense. In the bedroom he was a perfectionist and made sure needs that she never even knew existed or desired were met. She felt him part her legs with his knee and tensed with longing as he entered her.

  Thank god, she thought and moaned out loud, clutching him toward her. This was the man she’d lost her virginity to and he fit perfectly. She wrapped a leg around his waist and one around his ankles, locking him in place. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, but most of all, she wanted him to pound her until she screamed.

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  Riley

  As Riley entered Christina, she cried out grabbing at his back. She had a habit of wrapping one leg around his waist and another by his ankles. He would never forget it as long as he lived. No other woman he’d been with did it and it was something unique to her like her smell, and taste.

  There was some desperation and urgency to her that surprised him. They’d done just about everything in the bedroom together, including quick and nasty, but this felt more raw somehow. He put it down to their separation and being away from each other for so long, but there was something he couldn’t quite figure out.

  He began to move and he groaned in pleasure. She was like a silken fist around him, and as he felt her start to contract, he had to concentrate in holding off. Contract? What the hell?

  Riley opened his eyes and stared at her, but he wasn’t mistaken. She was going to come. He swore it’d been three strokes, maybe four at the most, before she started thrashing underneath him. Her hips thrust upwards and she was shaking her head from side to side, with tears running down her face.

  She gasped his name over and over and he stopped mid stroke waiting for her to finish. To say he was surprised; was an understatement. He took a certain pride in the bedroom, but this felt somehow disproportionate to the effort he’d put in.

  When she stopped thrashing, he picked up his rhythm wanting to earn her response. He grabbed her leg and pulled her toward him, so that he was as far as he could go inside her. “Wait, wait,” she breathed and he stopped. She used her leg to indicate she wanted to be on top, so he rolled her over.

  Riley looked at her and admired the view. Her hair was hanging down over her eyes and her perfect tits were in his face. He put one hand on her hip to steady her and used the other one to run over her body. He’d always thought she had the most fantastic tits he’d ever seen.

  He was halted mid-grope when she clamped her knees on his hips and drove into him so hard, their pelvises clashed. Riley thought one of them was going to get injured. He grabbed her hips to slow her down, but she was slamming into him, almost knocking the wind out of him.

  Her back was arched and her mouth open. Each thrust she made, was punctuated by a groan. Watching her, he was in awe and a little bit winded. Crazy hair, smeared make-up, and drunk be damned, she was so hot in this moment he forgot everything else.

  Riley grabbed her, pulling himself up so they were facing each other. He wanted to hold off and watch her come, especially in this position. He pushed her right breast up and bit her gently, making her arch her back further. She came forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders so his head was in her chest. They were both covered in sweat and he traced his tongue on the beads trickling down her chest.

  He knew she was close and he began talking dirty in her ear. She moaned loudly, started to grind faster, and faster then went still. Riley bit her on the neck and sucked, as she started to scream his name. She clasped him tight to her, as she began to shake around him.

  Riley missed the look on her face, but he’d take being buried in her tits as compensation. Christina was panting so hard and her eyes were open staring at him. He smiled at her and brushed the hair back from her face. She grinned at him and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She came forward, face planting on his shoulder.

  He was about to roll her on her back and take her until he came, but he realized she was out cold. “Dina,” he whispered, “Dina,” but there was no response. He held her gently and moved her onto her back, tucking a pillow under her head, and covering her up.

  Riley stroked her face and kissed her on the lips, but she was passed out. He put his thumb in her mouth to see if she was unconscious and she sucked it then rolled over, breathing steadily. He rested on his back and put his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling.

  He was conflicted on many levels, but right now he wanted her to wake up so he could make love to her again and not have to go Han Solo. Riley turned to look at her. What the hell, Dina? She acted like she hadn’t been loved properly in years. He kissed her on the shoulder and listened to her breathing, until his eyes closed, and he went to sleep.

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  Riley woke up a few hours later as the sun rose, bringing light into the bedroom. He sat up in the bed and looked at Christina. She was fast asleep on her side with her hair everywhere and makeup streaked down her face. In repose, she looked defenseless and when he moved, her hands went under her chin making her look childlike.

  He rubbed his chin and raked his hands through his hair. This would go down as one of the strangest nights in memory. He quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

  Standing in front of the mirror, he stared at himself and muttered. “What did you just do?”

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sp; Riley closed his eyes and groaned. He could hardly meet his own eyes in the mirror. She’d been drunk. He’d broken his own code of conduct about women and alcohol. Okay, she wasn’t just any woman and it wasn’t like they’d never had sex before when drunk, but they’d been in a relationship then.

  There had been an understanding, but this? This was uncomfortable. Riley shook his head and jumped in the shower. He was drenched in sweat and needed to clean himself up, washing away what he’d just done.

  Getting out of the shower, Riley saw her handbag on the floor with the contents spread everywhere. He packed as much stuff as he could back in the bag and hid it in the cabinet. He could give it back to her later or use it as an excuse to go see her. They needed to talk after this or he would never be able to look himself in the eye again.

  Riley wrapped a towel around him and walked quietly back to the bedroom. He hesitated before getting in beside her and she rolled toward him. He enclosed her in his arms with her head resting on his chest. He kissed her gently on the forehead and she smiled in her sleep. He closed his eyes, wondering what the future held, before drifting off to sleep.

  Chapter Nine – Connecting flights

  Christina, Seattle, The Present, Sunday 7 October 2012

  “I told you, Dina, and you wouldn’t listen,” snapped Bonnie. The car-ride to Seattle was anything, but relaxing. Bonnie was in full attack mode, cussing at Christina’s stupidity for “going there” with Riley. Christina wasn’t really offended, because chewing someone a new one was Bonnie’s way of showing affection.

  It didn’t help that everything Bonnie said was true. Christina was wallowing in her classic shame spiral and chose to remain quiet in the hope Bonnie would shut up or run out of righteous steam. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon.