Wherever You Are by Megan Slayer


I saw her this evening. Ally. I loved her once. Back when she loved me. Did I ever really stop caring?

No.

A misunderstanding.

That’s all that came between us—a mistake on my part. I thought she loved another man because she’d made a date with him. I was jealous and so wrong.

She loved me.

I jumped to the wrong conclusion and stopped taking her calls. I stopped seeing her. But I can’t any longer. I want forgiveness. So why did I stand out on her doorstep in the pouring rain? I wanted Ally back.

When she strolled up the sidewalk, she saw me, but I couldn’t read the look in her blue eyes.

“You’re soaked.” Her voice remained calm, even if her hand trembled. The clang of her keys jarred my vision from the droplets of water streaming down her nose and full lips.

I wanted to say something witty. I wanted to tell her I loved her. “Rain will do that.”

“Did you want something?”

“You.” There, I’d said it. I’d spoken the words in my heart. More words bubbled to the surface, but I figured I’d better bide my time in case she told me to fuck off.

“Martin.”

I saw a glimmer of hope dance in the azure depths of her eyes, along with something else. Desire? As much as I didn’t deserve her forgiveness, I needed it. I wanted her to love me again. “I made a mistake, Ally. I’m—”

She pressed two fingers against my lips. “I understand.”

My heart pounded behind my ribs. I wanted so much to invite myself into her apartment, to tear the clothes from her lithe body, and kiss away the devastation in our collective past. I refrained. This was her time, her choice to let me in or turn me away.

“Come in and help me put these groceries away.” She nodded to the burlap bag on her arm. “We can get out of the rain and dry off.” She slipped her small hand into mine, so delicate and soft against my ‘calloused paw’ as she called it. But how she loved the feel of it rubbing on her bare skin.

I followed her over the threshold and into her sparsely decorated living room. Memories of our life together before the argument slammed into my brain. Making love on the sofa, against the front door, the picnic on the floor to celebrate our first anniversary… crying together as we buried our beloved cat, Tenacious. A sob clogged my throat.

Ally tossed the bag on the leather sofa and stopped a foot out of my reach. “Martin.”

Overwhelmed by emotion and grief, I fell to my knees and spread my arms. Maybe I looked like a wimp. I didn’t care. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She stepped into my embrace and smoothed the damp hair off my forehead, caressing me, consoling me. For the big goodbye? I couldn’t say. “We can’t have what we had.”

Her jean clad pussy was mere inches from my face. I remembered her scent—peonies. Her taste intoxicated me. “Al, I want to start over, to be the man you deserve. I’ll follow wherever you do, to be wherever you are. How can I show you my devotion?” I knew I babbled, but I didn’t care. I needed her more than the air I breathed.

She cupped my jaw in both hands and turned my gaze to meet hers. “Earn it.”

“How? Anything, and I’ll do it.”

“Strip and lay flat on the bed with your ass in the air.”

Excitement rippled through my veins. I knew her words didn’t mean I’d been forgiven. But they were an opening. I withdrew from her embrace and scurried to her bedroom. Tripping over my jeans, I yanked my boxers past my hips. The thought of her doing wicked things to my body, to heal our relationship thrilled me.

I sprawled out across her bed and breathed in her scent. I wanted to please her. I wanted to be the man in her life.

She made me wait, made me think of all the things she might do. When she entered the room, I felt the cooler air from the living room kiss my nude body. I shivered, not from the chill, but anticipation.

“Tonight, we start fresh.” She draped across my back and ground her slick pussy against my ass. I clenched the bedspread as she trailed her sharp little nails down my back. “Who do you love, Martin?”

She hadn’t touched any erogenous zones on my body, yet I wanted so badly to climax. “You, Ally. I love you.”

She squirmed down my back to expose my ass and rested on my thighs. Her hand caressed the tender skin. “Then you shall receive your punishment.” She cracked me hard on the ass twice in quick succession. I groaned and smothered the noise into the bed. “I give my heart, my body to one man.” Smack. Smack. “But I will punish you again, if I need to.” She added one more slap before feathering kisses over my searing skin.

The pain was perfect. It added to the pleasure in a wave of warmth—I not only liked it when she treated me rough, I needed it. Ally’s touch sent tingles straight to my aching cock.

She slithered off the bed. I couldn’t see her and held my position until she gave the order to move.

“Stand.”

I did as she asked, but averted my gaze. In the bedroom, she ruled. I obeyed.

“Martin.” She tilted my head until I looked my little vixen in the eye. “Fuck me and cleanse us both.”

I scooped all one hundred and ten pounds of her into my arms and pressed her against the door. She loved a good, hard fuck upright. I could’ve drilled through steel and feared for a moment I might hurt her.

Forgetting a condom, I slipped into her slick sheath. I shuddered at the tight fit. Ally’s nails scratched my shoulders as she held on. She could mark me anywhere she damned well pleases. She owned me.

I pumped into her with everything I am. Each thrust wiped the slate clean. I wanted to meld with her, to climb inside of her. Her heels dug into the small of my back, thumping me with each passage into her body. Her pebbled nipples seared my chest.

I wanted to keep quiet, to adhere to her wishes, but I couldn’t. I had to offer my heart. “I love you, Ally. I love you.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. I wasn’t a man who cried, but I couldn’t stop. With each sigh, each surge, I felt closer to her.

Ally fused her mouth to mine, her tongue toyed with mine. I fucked her for all I was worth until I swallowed her scream. With one final push, I came deep within her, coating her with my seed.

Her panted breaths fluttered on my sweat-slickened skin. “I love you, Martin. Don’t ever leave me.”

“I can’t walk away from you.” I gasped. “I’ll follow you wherever you are and love you the best I know how.”

“Take me into the shower. I want to touch you all over until you know I’m the best you’ll ever have.”

My cock hardens once again, still within her pussy. “I’m yours.”

About the author: When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind. When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. You can visit her by going to her blog: http://www.theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com

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