Nora
I bite my bottom lip and muffle my moans of pleasure. He pulls his hand away, leaving me wanting, and my eyes pop open. Green jewels shine at me. “Say it, Nora,” he says.
“Only ever you,” I breathe. With one hand, he drags his blade across my skin while his other works between my legs and I am in heaven. I am pleasure and pain. I am his. I reach out in my agony, in my hedonism, to run my fingers through his beard. I am almost there. My fingertips are about to feel him.
I shoot up to see the morning sun shining through a crack in the half-closed motel curtains. My limbs twitch with inactivity and my emotions run the gamut from rage to fear. But only for a moment. My eyes follow the stream of white light radiating from the window to the rough stubble lying on the pillow next to me. Feeling my stomach tighten at the sight of his naked chest poking out from beneath the blanket, I begin to panic. Swinging my legs to the floor, I notice a pair of tattered jeans, and a gray deep-v T-shirt. Making as little noise as possible, I locate my clothes and dress quickly. I check my purse to make sure all my belongings are in it. When I’m confident I have everything I arrived with, I leave.
In my car, I lock the doors and rest my forehead against the steering wheel. I try to piece together the events of last night. The morning afters are fuzzy and distant, as if my brain goes somewhere else for a time. My phone buzzes from my purse. It startles me and I yelp. I pull it out.
Aubry.
“Hello.”
“Where are you?” she asks. Her voice is light but tense and I know something is up.
“Home,” I lie.
“I’m sitting in your living room,” Aubry deadpans.
Shit. I look around because I do not immediately know where I am. Squinting, I read the street sign left of where I’m parked and get my bearings.
“I’ll be home in thirty,” I say and end the call.
I don’t need Aubry’s judgment this soon after waking up. I slap the steering wheel twice and groan before putting the car in reverse.
I shouldn’t have stayed the night.
I am surprised I did. It is not something I am generally capable of. My anxiety gets the better of me. The last thing I remember is letting myself close my eyes, just for a moment.
As we laid in bed together sated, the questions started. It irked me because I wanted to sleep. To rest my eyes for a small while.
“Come on, what's your name?”
I sighed. “That's not important.”
“Tell me one thing about your life or who you are.”
“I love words.” I pulled the blanket up to my chin.
“Who did this to you?” he asked and wiggled a finger under the blanket over my shoulder.
I rolled away from him. “Who doesn't matter.”
“Are you on Facebook?”
“No. Listen,” I said tiredly, “This was fun but I don't intend on repeating it.”
I laid still and slowed my breathing. Gill tried touching my shoulder after a few minutes.
“Are you awake?” I did not answer him. He sighed and the bed shifted as he made himself comfortable. When his breathing slowed and his light snores began, I let myself rest my eyes for a moment.
***
Liam
It is early morning when the sound of a car starting wakes me. I rub the sleep from my eyes. The motel room door isn’t latched all the way. I look around the parking lot. Nora sits in her car. Head resting on the steering wheel. I wonder what she’s thinking. If she feels me watching her. I will her to look up. To spot me. She lifts her head and slams the steering wheel with a free hand. Anger is something I have not seen in her yet. It’s intriguing. Her brake lights come on. When she pulls out from her spot, I start my car and follow.
She drives like a lunatic. Fast and without care for things like blinkers or yellow lights. I maintain a safe distance behind her until she slows and pulls onto a side street. At the bungalow with the yellow front door, she pulls in the driveway. I park two houses down and kill the engine. I can see into the kitchen window from here—just barely.
My hand rubs my cock as I watch. I am pent up and tense. My hand does nothing to relieve me. I give up and grab my phone. I press the first speed dial. When her voice greets me, my jaw tenses. She is not the one I want.
“Liam.”
“Hello, Candy,” I say.
“We’re not due to meet, are we?” she says. I can picture her blonde hair being brushed over her shoulder.
“No, but I’d like to see you tonight.”
She makes a tsking sound and papers shuffle in the background. “I might be able to squeeze you in at eleven.”
“That’ll have to do.” I hang up and drag my hand through my hair. I need a release. If I can’t have Nora yet, I can at least have Candy. It makes my stomach turn. The thought of giving my body to Candy, when I want Nora. But I can’t stand the bottled up sexuality I feel. I need to take the edge off.