“Raise your glass!”
Sharon Harrington looked at the group across the bar from her. They were all in high spirits, obviously all going with the flow of New Year’s Eve.
Yay, yay, yay… a new year is upon us so we should be happy and celebrating.
Sharon grimaced as she picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. Years ago she had been part of a group of friends too. Many years ago. But ever since she had left her partner, those so-called friends had pushed her away. She was a pariah. How had she dared to leave the golden boy of the group. The leader? If only those friends knew the man he was when they were not around. Insecure and abusive. Physically abusive. The number of times she had hidden her bruises…
Sharon shrugged her shoulders, picked up her glass and gulped what was left of the wine. She didn’t want to go there. Didn’t want to think about those bad times. A shiver ran down her spine as she physically tried to push the memories away.
That was when she caught his eye.
That was the moment she noticed him.
His eyes melted her insides.
Sharon Harrington, get a grip on yourself!
Blame the wine. Blame her loneliness. Blame the fact that she hadn’t been laid in forever. Whatever it was, before long he was at her side and by the time the fireworks shattered the darkness outside, he expelled the darkness from her soul with an intense, tongue-tied kiss.
The harsh midday light of New Year’s Day brought back the memories of hours before. Her hand in his when he pulled her from the bar stool and took her home. The way he almost tore her clothes from her body once the front door closed behind them. The slap on her bottom when he bent her over the couch before his fingers parted her lips and found her wet and waiting. The feeling when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, not once allowing his lips to break contact with hers. The deep, intense fuck that brought her several orgasms and him only one. Their second coupling, tender and loving and… familiar.
Sharon turned her head to look at Nathan. Instead of the feeling of disgust she expected to feel, there was something different. She had no name for it. Her first instinct was to look away when he opened his eyes, but his smile pulled her towards him. Their kiss was gentle, exploratory, searching for the passion they had felt the night before. No, hours before.
Passion found them. They found passion.
Their fucking wasn’t that.
It was making love.
New Year’s Day held a promise of more. They didn’t know each other, but the did. Without words they decided to stay in bed that day. To be. There were 364 days left to figure out where this would go, if anywhere. Sharon didn’t want to think about it. All she needed was to feel Nathan’s cock inside her again, his fingers circling and pinching her nipples. And she did.
Raise your glass! shot through her mind when she thought of the moment he looked at her from across the bar the night before, and raise your glass! is what she symbolically did to the new year when he entered her for the umpteenth time that New Year’s Day…
© Rebel’s Notes