Discovering Stella (41 page)

In the weeks that followed
my incident,
Lawson and I had discussed ways to extinguish
or
reduce the anger I felt toward
Tristan,
so that I could find
it
within myself to visit his and
Quinn’s
grave
on
the two-year anniversary of their deaths.
It
was something I was working toward and,
as
each day
went
by and Lawson and I talked about the good times
Tristan,
Quinn
 
 
and I had shared
as
a family, the prospect of finally being able to say goodbye seemed feasible.
But
I
wasn’t
quite there yet. In fact,
it
was
Todd
who suggested I find a song I could sing to Tristan
as
a way of telling him what I never could
...
and the
more
and
more
I thought about the idea, the
more it
seemed the perfect way to finally forgive him
for
making
the biggest mistake of our lives.

Lying
on
the loveseat,
my
head in
Lawson’s
lap
as
he lightly propelled our swinging
motion
with his foot, I continued to search a catalogue of different songs via
my
phone.

“What about this one?” he asked, handing me his.

I tilted
my
head so that I could see him, albeit
an
upside-down
version. “I
didn’t
know
you
were scouting
for
songs
too,”
I queried,
taking
note
that he’d suggested
‘My
Immortal’ by Evanescence.
My
instant recollection
of
the song spurred the possibility that
it
could be the perfect choice.

He
dabbed
my
nose with his finger. “The anniversary is coming
up,
Princess. I want
you
as
prepared
as
you
can
be when
you
visit your family
graves.”

“I
don’t
think
I’ve
ever
loved
a toad
as
much
as
you,”
I said, uncontrollably wrinkling
my
nose in response.

“I
thought we’d established many months ago that I was no longer a toad, instead a handsome Prince Charming, worthy of
malady’s
heart.”

“You
are both of those things and
more,
Lawson Drake; knight, prince, toad and comfortable
cushion,”
I teased.

“You
left
out
Sex
God,
oral
expert
and
giver
of
multiple
orgasms.”

I cracked up laughing.
“Would
you
be willing to add those to your business card?”

“No,
baby,
those services are
not for sale,”
he said
seductively,
leaning forward and slipping his tongue inside
my
mouth.

I welcomed him
happily,
greeting his entry by caressing his tongue with
my
own. Never in a zillion years would I refuse this
man’s
mouth and what was in it,
as
kissing Lawson elicited the sweetest and most sensual feeling I’d ever experienced. Because
it
was in those
moments,
when our lips and tongues explored each
other’s
that nothing and no
one
else existed.
It
was
as
if we’d just opened
an
invisible
door,
stepped through it, and blissfully settled
into
our own secret universe where only he and I were present. Kissing Lawson really was
out
of this
world.

His fingers slid underneath the seam of
my
bra. I sucked in a breath and arched
my
back, elevating and pushing
my
breast further
into
his hand.
He
groaned and clenched his fingers, massaging and kneading me
intently.
The passion he conveyed through touch caused the muscles in
my
pussy to contract
for
want of that touch
as
well. And,
not
being
one
to
deny my
pussy the pleasure
it
so desired where Lawson was concerned, I scrambled to
an
upright
position
and eagerly straddled his lap.

“Can I please request those services
now,
Sir Drake?
All
of them?”

He
gripped
my
arse and rose to his feet,
carrying
me
as
I wrapped
my
legs around his waist. “Certainly. Do
you
have a preference
as
to which
order
you’d
like them in?” he mumbled in between
my
frenzied attacks
on
his mouth.

“No,”
I mumbled back,
“I’m
not
fussy.”

As
he carried me
into
the house, our kissing continuing with each step,
Todd’s
distaste of our behaviour was voiced
as
we passed the kitchen. “Do
you
two mind? I
don’t
need to see
that,”
he complained.

“Sorry,”
we both mumbled unapologetically
as
Lawson steered us toward our room.

“Leave them
alone,”
Meg scolded.
“And
why
don’t
you
ever
carry
me like that? I want to be carried like that and pushed up against a wall.”

Closing the door behind him with his foot, Lawson and I both chuckled at the scene we’d just incited.
“Twenty
bucks says she makes him
carry
her
up the stairs,” he said
as
he wrenched his t-shirt
over
his head.

“Fifty bucks says he already has
her
against the kitchen
wall,”
I countered.

Both of us paused and turned our heads toward the
door.
“You’re
on,”
he said, coaxing me to stand.

Slowly,
I turned the handle and pulled the bedroom door toward me, hoping
it
would
not
sound a creak. Then, when we’d created enough
room,
we both peeked our heads
out.

“Winner!” I exclaimed, throwing
my
hands in the air and shocking Meg and
Todd
enough to stop their heated kissing while he supported
her
body against the
wall
of the kitchen.

Lawson growled and yanked me back
into
the
room,
shut
ting the door behind him.
He
stepped forward, prompting me to step back with anticipation
as
I excitedly soaked in his predatory expression. The raw sex appeal that rolled from him when he wanted nothing
more
than
to devour me was so incredibly hot.
It
overpowered
my
basic ability to function, resulting in me falling backward
on
the bed
for not
paying attention to where I was going.

He
smirked wickedly, knowing
my
stumble was due to his sheer sexiness. And then, to assert even
more
power
over
me, he reached down and slowly unbuttoned his jeans.

I swallowed heavily and looked up
as
he closed the distance between us.
“You
owe
me
fifty
bucks,”
I choked
out,
returning
my
gaze
to eye level where his hard cock
now
rested in the palm of his hand.

Giving
it
two
long
strokes, he raised
an
eyebrow and completely undid me. “First things
first.”

I
discovered
Stella

Stella’s
caramel-coloured, lust-filled eyes were about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. And when they were staring up at me while
her
lips were wrapped around
my
cock, I could honestly say I was in
some
form of heaven
on
earth.

“Mm
...
Princess, that mouth of yours is dangerous. I
love it
and I
love
you.”

She
released me and trailed
her
tongue up
my
shaft. “Thank you,
but
I’ll still be collecting
my
fifty
bucks.”
Stella then scooted back
on
the bed.
“These,”
she said, lifting
her
pelvis toward me, referring to
her
jeans,
“need
to come
off.”

I
bent
down and took
hold
of
her
buckle at the same time
as
nudging
her
top
up with
my
nose so that I could kiss
her
stomach.
Stella’s
skin was near perfection — soft, smooth and very fucking tasty. And
as
I undid
her
jeans and pulled them down, together with
her
panties, baring
more
skin, I happily tasted that
too.

“I
think I
will
give
you
the service of the oral expert
first,”
I murmured against the inside of
her
thigh.

She
moaned.
“Yes,
that would be a service I’d like to
receive.”

“I
bet
it
would.”
I kissed the
top
of
her
pussy,
then I kissed
it
again. Stella lifted
her
knees and opened wide
for
me.

“Thank you, Princess.”

“You’re
welcome.”
Fuckin’
cheeky little shit!
I
loved
her
playfulness, and I
loved it
when she was a confident smartarse.

Growling, because I was pretty fucking hungry, I dipped
my
nose
into
her
soft flesh and ran
my
tongue up
her
core, repeating the stroking action.
She
loved
it
when I licked
her
like a god
damn
ice-cream, followed by sucking
her
clit
into my
mouth.

“Great
service,” she moaned, “great. I’ll definitely be coming back
for
more.”

“Excellent! Please spread the
word
and tell your
friends.”

Stella’s
legs clamped
shut
on
the sides of
my
head, squeezing
as
if I were in a friggin’ vice.

Slowly,
she lifted
her
head to look at me.
“I
beg your pardon?”

“Release
my
head,”
I mumbled,
my
squashed cheeks
making
it
difficult to
talk.

She
squeezed me tighter.
“Take it
back.”

“Ot?”

“Wanting me to tell
my
friends.”

“Ealous?”

“Yes!”

“Pincess, I
ony ont
to ick
or
ussy.”

“Is that right?” she asked, releasing
her
grip just enough
for
me to speak
properly.
What she
didn’t
realise, though, was that
it
was enough
for
me to break free and
show
her
who really had the upper hand.

Lifting
my
arms up in between
her
legs and prying them wide
open,
I stood up and held
her
firmly in place, positioning the head of
my
cock at the entrance of
her
pussy.
Stella then tried to slide herself
onto
me.

I taunted, shaking
my
head.
“Uh-uh.”

“Lawson!” she pleaded.

“Tell
me
you
want Sex
God.”

She
laughed and squirmed under
my hold. “Fuck
you.”

“Princess is swearing.
She
means
business.”

“Stop
it!”

I spurred
her
on.
“Tell
me.”

“For
fuck’s sake. I want Sex God to give me
multiple
orgasms. NOW!” she growled,
her
eyes wide open and menacing.

I smiled and slid inside
her,
fucking relishing the way
her
eyelids flickered
as
a result of the pleasure
it
caused. Then, pulling
out,
I paused.
“You
didn’t
say
please.”

Stella stared heatedly at me, so I returned the stare equally.
Her
lip twitched, which caused a smile to creep in at the
cor
ner
of
my
mouth.
Her
gaze
softened, and I knew I had
her
as
I always did. So, leaning forward, I held
my
body just above
her
and continued to
hold
her
gaze.

She
wrapped
her
arms around
my
neck and pierced me with a look so intense that I nearly caved. “Please make
love
to me,
my
one
and only
prince,”
she whispered against
my
lips.
Check-fucking-mate!

Closing
my
eyes
for
the briefest
of
seconds, I opened them
again
and slid
into
her,
realising I would never slide
into
another woman ever again, and never would I want
to.

*
 
*
 
*

Just under six months ago, while I was driving along the Murray Valley Highway
on
a stinking
hot
Friday
afternoon, I noticed a bright
blue
Ford
Focus cooking its tits off
on
the
side
of the road.
Obviously,
being the local mechanic, I pulled
over
—
it
was
my
job,
after all.

I’d been about to climb down the step of
my
truck and suss the situation
out
when I’d noticed a cute little brunette wrench open the
Ford
Focus’s
door and proceed to kick the
absolute
shit
out
of it.

Looking back
now,
I
probably
shouldn’t
have hung back and watched with amusement
as
she stomped at the tyre with
her
flip-flop covered foot. But,
honestly,
it
had been
as
funny
as
hell to witness, so
that’s
what I’d
done
— watched
her
chuck a hissy fit.
It
wasn’t
until I realised that she was about to pop the hood and make
one
of the most
painful
mistakes of
her
life, that I’d sprinted
over
and snatched
her
away from the plumes of steam that would’ve melted
her
pretty little skin.

I’d been a fucking
hero.
A real-life Superman. A knight in shining armour
...
until she’d slammed
her
goddamn head
into
my
nose and
sent
me
into
a
world
of bloody pain. I remember
thinking
“What the fucking fuck?” before letting the crazy
bitch
go.
It
wasn’t
until she spun around and pierced me with those terrified caramel eyes of hers that
all
was instantly forgiven. And
not
only was
all
instantly forgiven,
all
had just instantly begun. In that
moment,
I had to find
out
who this
feisty,
mysterious chick was.

And I did; I found
out
more
than
I could have imagined I would. Which was
why,
as
I led
her
blindfolded
into
the
pub
with the
intent
to have
her
sing
‘My
Immortal’ by candlelight to
an
audience of only me, I hoped that
it
would be enough
for
her
to finally forgive
her
late husband and find the strength to visit his and
her
daughter’s
graves in
order
to make
her
peace.

“Where are we going?”
She
let
out
a frustrated giggle.

“Step,”
I instructed.

“Shit,
you’re
supposed to tell me before I actually
step.”

I held
her
steady. “Sorry, my
bad.”

“You
suck at this.”

“Princess,
I’m
trying
to concentrate. Please
don’t
say the
word
suck.”

“Grr,”
she growled.

I stood there watching
her,
with
her
hands
on
her
hips and looking
overly
impatient.
Her
forehead would wrinkle every other second
as
she tried to see around the
scarf
that covered
her
eyes.
It
was friggin’ adorable.

Knowing I should
put
her
out
of
her
misery, I untied the
scarf
and gestured
her
in through the
side
door of the closed
pub.
I’d asked
Todd
to
put
some
candles around the stage area
for
the
sole
reason of providing
her
with a comforting level of light. Singing the Evanescence song to
her
deceased husband’s memory was going to be hard enough
for
her
as
it
was, so I wanted the atmo
sphere
to be
as
calm
and pleasant
as
possible.

She
gave me
an
unsure smile. “What’s this?”

I took
her
hand and brought
it
to
my
lips. “This is your stage to sing to
Tristan,”
I explained, gesturing to the piano.

Realisation dawned
on
her
face, and she stepped toward the stage,
taking
her
hand away from
my
lips
as
she walked. I held back in the shadows and watched
as
she trailed
her
finger along the
top
of the piano before
taking
a seat and reading the sheet music I’d arranged through
Vicky.

Inwardly
scoffing,
I
thought
about how
that
day at
Shepparton
District
Hospital
had changed
my
and
Stella’s
lives,
but
how it
had
also
changed
Vicky’s
and
Leigh’s.
When
my
idiot
ex-best
friend
found
out
that
Vic
had
overdosed
and
nearly
died,
he
was
beside
himself;
which
was
when
he’d
also
let
his true
colours show
and
confessed
how
much
he
fucking cared
for
her.
And as
it
would
pan
out,
Vic
also
realised,
in
the
midst
of
her
brush
with
death
that
she,
too,
cared
for
Leigh.
Since
that
day,
both
of
them
have
attended
rehab
and
are
helping
each
other
through
whatever
difficulties
they
face.
All in all, that
horrific
day
turned
out
to
be a turning
point
in all
our
lives. So,
yeah, the
irony
of
it
made me
scoff
to
myself.