Chapter 5

Cassie groaned as the bright light pierced through the delicate skin of her eyelids. Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry, but her body felt wonderfully satiated. She blinked her eyes open cautiously, squinting at the offending sunlight and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She looked around the room, slowly remembering the events of last night and she smiled to herself. As far as rebound sex went, that was pretty awesome and she wouldn’t mind another round with him.

She felt the warmth stirring in her belly at the memory of those intense green eyes and the way his beard felt against the inside of her thighs and how it brushed against her waxed mound. She squeezed her thighs together, relishing the throb of desire and stretched languidly.

The suite was quiet and she wondered where he was. The bed beside her was cold, although the indentation on his pillow assured her that he had slept there. She sat up and listened, straining to hear any noise that might indicate that he was still there, but the suite was quiet. She couldn’t even hear the sound of the traffic outside and disappointment settled over her. He’d snuck out while she slept.

With a sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached for the glass of water on the bedside. She noticed the pills and smiled and then she saw the note with ‘Blue’ scrawled across its surface. She took the pills, swallowing the water with big, thirsty gulps and then lifted the note.

He had nice writing, curvy and clear, easy to read. She unfolded the piece of hotel stationery and ran her finger over the lines of hand written text.

Blue,

I’m sorry I had to leave. There is nothing more I wanted to do than to wake you up with my beard between your thighs and my tongue on your pussy, but duty calls. I had an early plane to catch and I will be in back to back meetings all day, otherwise I would be telling you this in person.

You are an incredible woman and I had a wonderful time with you last night, both in the bar and in bed. I would really like to see you again and get to know more of you…like your name.

The room is paid up until tomorrow, so stay as long as you like. Unfortunately, I won’t be back for a few weeks, but here is my phone number. Call me if you want to get together and get to know me a little better too. I’m not going to give you my name as an incentive…you will need to call me to find out what it is.

And as a little bit more incentive, know that I will be thinking about you all day. I will be reliving every moment of our little tryst, the way you tasted as I sucked on your clit and the way you felt as I sunk my cock into your wet pussy. I will also be thinking of all the other things I want to do to you when I see you again.

Call me.

Irish

She shivered with the dirty things he’d written and it made her wet and needy. God, she would really have loved one more time with him. He’d been the only thing that had managed to banish Nathan from her thoughts.

Thinking about Nathan was like being doused with ice cold water. Her arousal fled as she realised that what she had done to Irish was cold and callous. He had been a rebound fuck. A really good rebound fuck, but a rebound none the less. Her heart wasn’t free. She was still desperately in love with Nathan, and it wouldn’t be fair to Irish to pursue something when her heart was broken.

She flopped back on the bed with a sigh and breathed in the scent of him that wafted up from the sheets. If she was going to fall in love with anyone else apart from Nathan, Irish would certainly be a good candidate. He’d looked hot in his expensive suit and, oh my God, that beard! But when he had undressed and she’d gotten a good look at his body, she’d nearly swooned. In fact, she was pretty sure she drooled a little.

His skin was naturally a dark honey colour and so smooth and soft. He had gorgeously rounded shoulder muscles and plump biceps, a weakness of hers. Other women liked abs and pecks, but Cassie was a shoulders girl. Give her a nice set of wide shoulders and muscled arms and she was half way wet without anything else. She also liked a nice rounded butt on a man, none of those flat bottomed prissy boys. And Irish had the goods. He also had an impressive cock and she regretted not getting her mouth around it while she had the chance.

His chest had been dusted with dark hair and his happy trail was like a lighted path leading the way to his junk. The tattoos that wound their way over both shoulders and down both arms, ending at his wrists, added to his dangerous look and she wished she’d studied them more closely. She wasn’t normally a beard and tattoo girl - she liked a bit of scruff and maybe the odd bit of ink - but on Irish, the thick, dark beard and full sleeve tattoos were hot as fuck. She’d even liked the little dark stud that he had in his ear.

But as gorgeous as he was, and as amazing as he was between the sheets, he wasn’t Nathan, more’s the pity. Nathan was who she wanted, had always been who she wanted. Nathan thought that she’d had other boyfriends, but there had been no one but him for a while. She had lived for their weekends together and spent way too much time planning their annual week-long vacation.

Well, that wouldn’t be happening anymore. Nathan might be able to swing a weekend here and there to spend with her after he was married, but there was no way he would be able to give her an entire week. And really, was she pathetic enough to settle for his scraps?

The unfortunate answer was yes, because thinking of a life without Nathan in it was like looking out over drought ridden plains and knowing that there was no rain coming anytime soon. Nathan was her everything, he was her breath and her life blood. She loved being with him, loved the way he touched her and kissed her and cherished her. Cassie wasn’t naïve enough to think that he hadn’t been with other women. She knew that he had been, but she was his only constant. No matter who else came into his life, she was always the one he returned to time and again. The two of them ending up together was inevitable. She just had to stick it out. He might be marrying Ainsley, but he would always belong to her.

She flicked open Irish’s note and gazed at the loops and swirls of his hand writing. Could she have a little fun with him while she waited for Nathan to get with the program? If she was honest and upfront with Irish, right from the start, would he want to pursue a no strings attached sexual relationship with her? It was the dream of most guys, wasn’t it?

She sighed. No, it wouldn’t be right. She could never offer him more than her body and Irish seemed like the type that would get jealous and possessive of her. She needed to steer clear of any entanglements like that so that she would be ready and willing when Nathan came to his senses. Eventually he would realize that he really wanted her in his life, not some society chick with good connections.

She folded up the note again, a prick of disappointment stabbing her gut. If she was free and clear to date, Irish would definitely be her first choice, but leading him on when she really wanted someone else wasn’t fair. No, she would have to go without another one of those spectacular orgasms. At least she’d had two.

It felt disloyal to admit that the orgasms she’d had last night were better than the ones she’d had with Nathan, but it was true. Maybe it was the tequila and her enhanced state of relaxation that made her climaxes feel so much more. She had always been completely satisfied with Nathan in the past. He’d been the best sex she’d ever had…well…until Irish.

But it must be an anomaly. Irish was different and it had been a long time since she’d had sex with anyone other than Nathan It had to be the novelty of it that made it seem better. She and Irish had had an intense connection and a sparking sexual attraction from the moment he sat down next to her, but you couldn’t build a relationship on that. It was just sex. Really, really great sex, but just sex all the same.