Chapter 2

His fingertips swept over my skin.

Climbing higher until they hooked into the waistband of my underwear and slipped them down. He broke away from me to pull them the rest of the way off before casting them aside.

He groaned his approval as his eyes took in the sight before him. He made quick work of removing his boxers and climbed on to the bed settling between my legs around his waist, once more feeling his hard length pressing against my hips.

His mouth trailed kisses along my neck, occasionally nipping and sucking at the skin. I tilted my hips up in need as my blood rushed to my core.

"I need you...now," I begged. Grinding myself against him, desperate for the friction that would grant me a release.

"Condom?" He muttered.

"Drawer." The word came out as a pant, as I inclined my head towards the drawer to my left.

He smiled and reached over pulling out a foil packet. Tearing into it, he quickly withdrew the condom and rolled it on. His eyes were darkened with hunger as he repositioned himself lining up to my entrance, in a single and powerful thrust he filled me. Every inch buried deep within me, his hips flush against my own.

I cried out in pleasure as his hard thrusts worked away from the burning need inside me and his grip on my hips tightened into a sweet pain. Our moans filled the room, as we moved together picking up the pace, climbing towards our release, crashing over the edge and spiralling back down together. Breathless and exhausted we collapsed in a heap on the bed. The storm still raging outside, and within moments we were asleep.

*****

A loud and repetitive buzzing interupted my sleep. I rolled over to silence the annoying sound, feeling the heat of another body against my side as I moved. My eyes still clenched shut, I swatted my hand in the general direction of the alarm. Finally making contact with a solid object I felt for the off button.

A couple of seconds more of fumbling passed before it was finally quiet. My mouth was dry and my brain was foggy. Nothing unusual there, both were consequences of the night before.

Consequences that I was more than used to by now. It took me a few moments before I realized that it was Saturday, mentally scolding myself for not having cancelled the alar. I rolled back over attempting to get comfortable once more in preparation for more sleep. When a small sigh came from the sleeping form next to me, I looked into Dylan's face. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the finely sculpted face that was inches from my own.

He was very handsome, had a gorgeously formed body and great bedroom skills to go with it. It made him quiet the catch. To any other girl anyway. Me...Nope. I don't do relationships, truth be told, I never have done. They just aren't my thing. I prefer to be free, not tied down, live with no rules or boundaries being laid out for me. I can have fun with whoever I want. I have sex. No strings, no commitments. I like my lifestyle, it's not for everyone but it works for me.

It's this kind of attitude and behavior that has caused me to be the black sheep of my family. My parents have always seen me as a disappointment. They are both partners in a law firm. They expected their children to have similar ambitions and desires for power, wealth and success. Of course, my older sister Melody did just that, fulfilling their wishes she attended law school and is on her way to becoming a partner at another firm. But me...I dropped out of school at sixteen and immediately began working at a restaurant as a waitress.

My parents have never forgiven me for that, even after all this time. For throwing everything down the drain, as they see it. They don't care or accept that it just isn't my path to follow. The only person I have on my side who understands me and what I want from life is my best friend, Evan. We've been close since meeting my first year in secondary school, just a few months older than me we soon got close. He's just like a male version of myself. In the face that's probably why we are such great friends.

Over the last ten years whenever I see my parents I get the same lectures as when I was still a teenager. Now thirty and holding down a good job as a planner for an events organizing company, I'm still seen by them as the teen dropout who can never do anything right. By this point though, I'm past caring about their opinions. They have one perfect daughter to be proud of, I'm fine with being who I am these days.

When you live with something for long enough you give up trying to change it. I just happen to have that attitude regarding my family now. Even the relationship I had with Melody had long fallen apart. We aren't close anymore and haven't been for sometime. It's not that I don't like my sister, just that we have nothing in common anymore. Not since we were little kids anyway.

She's a younger version of our mother, career oriented, narrowed-minded and too...'Perfect'. Infact, the only thing currently not perfect about her is her lack of a husband. Now aged thirty-two, my parents were hoping she'd be married and about to pop out a few grandkids. However, due to her dedication to the job, men have been on the back burner for quite sometime. Her loss in my opinion. The girl doesn't know what she's missing.

Smiling to myself at the thoughts of last night, I snuggled up into the duvet and closed my eyes ready to drift off. Suddenly a knock on the door startled me. I groaned as I sat up and swung my legs out of the bed. Taking note of how this was the second morning interruption that Dylan had slept through. The bloody guy could probably sleep through a hurricane. Shaking my head I grabbed my silky robe from the chair near the bed and made my way downstairs to the front door. Swinging it open to reveal Evan smiling back at me carrying two cups of coffee and a tray of doughnuts.

"So I figured you'd need these." He grinned shoving his way into the hall

"Oh do come in, Ev."

"Thanks, I will." He replied wandering into the living room.

It was pretty common practice for Evan to behave like this, he practically treated my place as his second home. But I liked that. I've always been comfortable around him. I can be myself with him and we know everything about each other.