Reveal (A Wild Nights Novel)
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Authors: K.M. Golland
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Copyright 2016
Published by KM Golland
ISBN: 9780987497772
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If I pretend it never happened,
I hope that one day I’ll truly believe it didn’t.
Diary Note:
I never considered myself to be one who played with fire.
Fire burns. Skin burns. And I like my skin. I’m comfortable in it for the most part, despite the scars and flaws it bares. It’s mine to wear and be proud of. It is unique and tells my life’s story. Skin can be cut, and when it’s cut, we bleed. And when we bleed, it’s our body’s way of crying a loss. Sometimes that loss is substantial. Sometimes it’s not. Regardless, the crimson we shed is a reminder that we are not invincible and that we all have something to lose, and that if we play with fire, we will eventually burn and bleed.
I played with fire.
I burned.
I bled.
I lost.
And would I do it again? Hell no.
One year earlier
From the moment we said hello,
goodbye was inevitable.
Humid air whipped my face as I walked through the arrival gate at Gold Coast Airport. Its wild caress made me smile and take in a deep breath, slowly letting it back out again and savouring the moment.
Ah … beautiful Queensland, oh how I love thee.
The sun, surf and sand beckoned, as did my best friend, Cori. She and her new man, Josh, were supposed to be waiting for me at baggage claim, and I couldn’t wait to see her. We’d been separated for several weeks due to her touring the country for work. It was a good job for her. Not so much for me. She needed to get out more and be among people. I just needed my roommate back. Home was lonely without her.
Wheeling my carry-on luggage behind me, I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone and switched it from airplane mode. It buzzed almost instantly, alerting me of an incoming message.
Mr Happy: My hand is on my cock.
Tell me what to do, love.
His words had my jaw dropping open, wide—this wasn’t unusual—so I smiled and shook my head
.
Mr Happy was
always
happy. Happy and horny. And I adored him for it.
Giggling, I stopped walking and quickly shot him back a text.
Em: Do you have lube?
As per usual, I didn’t have to wait long for a response.
Mr Happy: Of course.
Em: Squeeze some into your hand.
Mr Happy: Then what?
I playfully rolled my eyes.
Clap like a fucking retarded seal, that’s what.
Inwardly laughing, I quickly stepped out of the passenger traffic and stationed my carry-on luggage beside me before messaging him back.
Em: Glide your hand along your hard length.
Nice and slow.
Mr Happy: Doin’ it, love. Feels good.
But what do I do with my other hand?
I bit my thumbnail, a sinister grin together with a flush of heat waving across my face. This was the part I loved, the part where I pushed his boundaries—the part where I gained control.
Em: Hmm … that’s where the fun begins.
Mr Happy: Yeah?
Em: Yeah.
Mr Happy: How so?
Em: Well …
I want you to coat the middle finger of your other hand with lube.
Then I want you to slowly circle your tight, puckered arsehole with it.
I pressed send and bit my lip, knowing his response would be er … let’s say … colourful.
Mr Happy: Fuck no!
And there it is!
In all honesty, his answer didn’t surprise me, but I wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
Em: Do it. You owe me.
Silence.
I waited.
“Come on,” I mumbled quietly, my foot tapping an anxious tune in anticipation.
You can do it, H. I know you want to.
Mr Happy: Switching to voice-to-text.
Give me a sec.
I practically squealed and danced a jig.
Good boy.
Mr Happy: I’m fucking circling.
You gonna continue or what?
Biting my bottom lip again, I smiled as heat burned my cheeks.
Em: Mm … nice and slow.
Now, gently press that teasing finger into your arse.
But don’t you
dare
stop caressing your cock with your other hand.
My nipples tingled and hardened at the thought of him on the edge of a chair, his strong muscular thighs spread apart, his hard glossy cock slicked within his hand … his finger slowly inching its way inside his sexy arse.
Fuck!
I licked my lips and swallowed hard.
Em: That’s it, babe. Keep going.
Just keep pumping and pushing,
pumping and pushing.
I want you to think of how wet my panties are right now.
Yeah, they’re fucking soaked.
I shifted on the spot, tightening my pelvic-floor muscles. Being in this situation wasn’t new to me; he always made me wet and excited. He was one of the few guys who could. There was just something about him that set my body alight. Something foreign. Something taboo.
Leaning up against the wall, I watched the rush of people pass by as I crossed one leg over the other before uncrossing and then recrossing them once more, the indecisive adjustment easing my aching clit—but only a little.
Damn it!
I shook my head mildly, placed my phone on top of my hand luggage, and reached for my bottle of water, which sat in my handbag. The cool liquid quenched my parched mouth and doused my fiery need, allowing me to literally cool down before picking up my phone again and typing my final message.
Em: Okay. I want you to come now.
I want you to fucking pump your cock fast and hard.
I want you to slip another finger inside your arse,
and I want you to growl my name.
That’s right, babe, coat your hand in cum
and taint your lips with me as you do it.
I’m so bad. So, so bad.
But I loved it. I was a lewd enchantress, a horny temptress, and when all was said and done, I was kinda evil. But damn, did I love it. I loved the rush of adrenaline, the taboo of written words, and the knowledge that I’d just been the cause of him experiencing the height of pleasure. That right there was power—the very best kind.
Taking another swig of water, I waited eagerly for his response, which didn’t take too long.
Mr Happy: Thanks, love.
I needed that.
I need
you.
I sighed sadly and stared at my phone, swallowing a lump that had formed in my throat. A lump that always presented itself when he said things like that to me.
Don’t say that, H. Why do you always say that?
I had no choice. He knew this. So I typed what I always did.
Em: You can’t have me.