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  We pull up to the front of my apartment; I know Jemma is staying at Dan’s so we have the place to ourselves.

  “Do you want to come in for a beer Dylan?” I ask him seductively already knowing he is sleeping over, but trying to play the shy girlfriend card.

  It really is my code for sex and judging from his signals, touches I’ve gotten all night I am almost certain it’s a done deal.

  “I’m a hundred percent coming in for a beer sexy,” he replies playing along with my game.

  We walk up the path to my apartment and I slap his arse for a bit of fun, then I run and unlock the door. He chases close behind me and soon I hear the front door slam. I make it to the lounge before he tackles me. “Get your arse naked Roxy,” he growls at me while pushing me into the cushions.

  He kisses me hard and fast with built up passion. I kiss him back just as hard as I add my tongue to massage his. “Mmmmm,” he moans. He pulls back and looks into my eyes, his are so clear blue almost translucent, they remind me of mother of pearl in an abalone shell and well yep my thoughts wander to the beach. Back to a surfer, back to Kade.

  Focus on Dylan and naked steamy sex!

  He is extremely good looking, boyish features, and dimples, with blemish free skin. His eyes draw me in, they show me sweetness and sincerity, they seem to sparkle and widen when I enter a room. The exact same way I used to look at Kade.

  Dylan pulls his white t-shirt off over his head and kisses my lips softer this time, while caressing my cheek with his hand.

  I close my eyes and savour the moment, the closeness, his touch and the sensations I’m feeling. Dylan licks along my neck and I move it to the side allowing him better access. I feel him nibble on my ear lobe, then flick his tongue into my ear. My hot spot. “Hmmmm.”

  I turn to look at him, he smiles at me with his perfect teeth and smile. I lean into him and grab his hair hard and kiss him back, deepening it as I feel my hunger spike. “Mmmm,” Dylan moans, obviously enjoying it too.

  I move my hands to his hair and grip it roughly; I need hot, passionate sex, nothing more.

  My hands travel downward rubbing his back, sending goose bumps across his skin causing him to shudder from the sensation.

  I feel him harden and I thrust my knee to massage his crotch in an upward motion. I run my nails along his back and kiss him harder. I want him to know how much I want this, how much I need this.

  I take in his tanned and naked chest, it’s nicely toned with light brown hairs above his pecs and he almost has six pack abs. “Now we’re talking babe,” I say to him seductively.

  His hand rubs my arm up and down. “Mmmm.” Now it’s my turn to moan. His hands massage my breasts as he places kisses on my stomach, licking and kissing and lifting my top up to expose my sexy black lace bra.

  “You are so gorgeous Roxy, do you know that baby?” he asks me sincerely.

  He called me baby, not babe, baby. That’s not his word to use, he hasn’t said that before, no one but Kade has called me that. Who cares? I think to myself just go with it.

  I lift my top over my head and reach behind to unhook my bra, no more taking it slow.

  He rubs his hands over my breasts and flicks my nipples, then takes one into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. “That feels nice,” I moan to him. He licks the other one. I am so impatient, I start to unbutton his jeans and his zipper; he welcomes my lead and stands up to remove them. Standing in his Bonds Underwear, I can see his arousal by the tent that has now formed in his underpants. He gazes at me smirking. Then he reaches down and unbuttons my jeans and starts to pull them down.

  “Oh Roxy, this is sexy,” he tells me as he starts to kiss up my legs reaching my lace black G-string. I am throbbing and wet.

  He rubs my core and kisses me pushing hard into my centre. I feel my wetness increase before he lifts up the lace and rubs my clit. ““Yes, right there,”” I call out to him. It feels so nice and is exactly what I need.

  His other hand pulls down my G-string removing it completely and lifts one leg over his shoulder. “Please Dylan,” I say almost begging him for a release. He smiles and starts to massage my opening with his finger.

  “You are dripping wet for me Roxy,” he tells me as he slowly inserts a finger inside me.

  “Mmmmmm,” I moan again. He inserts a second finger and rubs upwards as he hits the spot I crave; I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations when I feel his warm breath on my core, catching me by surprise. His tongue enters my folds, he flicks his tongue inside and then he finds my clit, flicking over and over as he continues thrusting his fingers.

  I’m in heaven. “Faster,” I call to him and he increases his tongue motions bringing me closer to orgasm. “Aaaarrrghhh!” I scream as my body convulses and shakes from my toe curling orgasm. I see the stars I’ve been longing to see and ride the wave of pleasure.

  I lie there reeling from the stars, oblivious and unaware of Dylan, until I feel him on top of me. “Was that nice Roxy?” he asks me cheekily.

  I hazily open my eyes and see him now completely naked stroking his cock, he stands and I take in his sexy body. He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom placing me on the bed before he climbs on top of me.

  “I hope you’re ready for me. I am so hard after seeing you dripping wet and turned on, I need to be inside you,” he tells me and fuck it sounds hot.

  “I’m more than ready,” I say and lean up to drag him closer. I feel his erection at my opening; the tip is throbbing as he pushes it in slowly. It feels so damn good. He pulls his cock out only to thrust it in hard this time.

  “Yes!” I scream. He thrusts again harder and faster, over and over. I am so wet as he grabs my knees and bends them towards my chest allowing him to push in deeper getting my g spot. He thrusts his thick shaft in in a melodic rhythm, slamming into me rough and hard. I can’t remember the last time he was so rough with me but I love it.

  Again and again, he increases speed and I feel my release hit. “Yes, yes, yes!” I scream loudly finally getting what I need for the second time today. Dylan follows with his release smashing into me three more times as I feel his warm liquid pour into me. He collapses on top kissing me.

  “Damn that was amazing,” he tells me and I nod still on cloud nine. He rolls over to his side and spreads out.

  It’s at this exact moment that I feel like crying and a tear slips out of my eye.

  A mirthless single tear for the loss of my heart; it may be healing but without Kade it will never be complete.

  I wipe it away quickly before Dylan notices. He cuddles into me, and while he feels warm I shiver from the lack of love I feel for this man. The cold numbness in my heart can only be melted by the candle that Kade holds.

  Chapter 3

  Our Escape

  Training for the Pro tour is killing me. I am running, swimming, and lifting weights three times a day now, as well as surfing, but I guess it gives me something to concentrate on instead of Roxy.

  Dad is joining in on the jogs and lifting weights, he has become fitness junky and it is the best thing for him. I can’t imagine the pain he felt when he found out mum was leaving him for his best mate. It must have felt like a knife through the heart; a stranger would hurt but your best fucking friend? If that had have been Pete, I would have punched him or worse.

  Running along the beach I call back to dad. “Come on old timer, you can run faster than that!”” The way we are relaxed around each other is something that we have never had, so this is one positive.

  With that he starts to sprint to catch me, but I increase my speed and race away from him.

  I’m laughing at the straining look on his face and I’m grateful the two of us have had this time away.

  My surfing coach wasn’t one bit happy about me leaving but I speak to him daily and give him my run times, waves I surf, and he has me eating like a fucking rabbit.

  I will be training with the squad the last month before we leave for Hawaii but for now dad and I nee
d time and space away from Manly, my mum and Roxy.

  As I climb into bed each night I think of Roxy, how I broke her heart and shattered my own.

  I think about how cold and lonely my bed is without her steaminess, her sarcasm, and wit that always put me in my place. I miss her sexy body and how she would snuggle into my neck like she was a puppy. I miss her scent and soft silky hair.

  It’s been six months of hell. I not one to usually cry but fuck, I have shed tears over her now numerous times, for my own stabbing pain and for the pain I instilled on her. Could I have done it differently? Maybe.

  But dad couldn’t cope without me. He needed me, and by staying with him, we have now bonded as father and son. His heart is mending and I guess he has helped me too. Keeping each other distracted from the women we both left behind. I haven’t spoken a word to my mother in six months or Roxy for that matter.

  It hurts like a mother fucking sore that won’t heal, it just keeps weeping, aching, and bleeding.

  But to protect Roxy from my misery I need to be strong and keep her at a distance.

  Continuing our afternoon jog along the beach in Byron Bay, which has become our home for the last few months, I see a woman walking towards us.

  I stop when I realise it’s the woman who gave birth to me. She is not my mum anymore, she lost that title. I look to dad who is gasping in shock; I reach out to his arm and squeeze it.

  “It’s okay dad,” I tell him. I see the way he looks at her, he still loves the woman who betrayed him and destroyed his heart. He hates her and yet he still loves her.

  She walks up to us. “What do you think you’re doing here?” I ask her angrily.

  “Hi Kade,” she says. I hate that I know her voice; I remember it from getting dressed in the mornings for school, from the birthdays where she would always wake me first, and every milestone in my life. “Why are you here?” Dad asks her demanding a response, looking white as a ghost.

  “We need to talk Robert, we have a lot to discuss,” she tells him.

  “You are some piece of work!” I shout to her. “You are the one who has put our family into turmoil by lying, cheating, and god knows what else. Don’t come here demanding dad talk to you. We have both managed just fine without you for four months Vicky,” I tell her emphasising her name. She looks hurt but in my eyes she isn’t my mum anymore, just a woman I can’t stand.

  “I’m sorry Kade. I messed up, but your father and I need to talk. I love you and know you will never understand but I honestly didn’t want to hurt either of you,” she says as she starts to cry.

  “Kade it’s okay son, just give us ten minutes. I need to get this over and done with.” Dad looks to me with a serious frown.

  “Don’t waste your breath dad,” I tell him trying to convince him otherwise.

  “Kade go finish your session and I’ll see you at home,” dad tells me now with an ordering tone.

  “Whatever,” I yell then speed off down the beach. If he wants to listen to her apologies, and her selfish reasons then stuff him. Doesn’t he realise I’ve heard him crying in his sleep every night? That I’ve seen him gazing at her photo in his wallet endless times.

  I race around to the other side of the beach and sprint so fast my knees start to wobble. Shit. I collapse on the beach catching my breath.

  I stare up into the gorgeous blue sky.

  I think of her, my Angel Roxy.

  The wet sand reminds me of the day I taught her to surf and how sexy she looked riding my surfboard with her look of determination. Fucking hell I missed her so fucking much!

  It’s been the longest, most drawn out few months of my life.

  Dad doesn’t say much when he comes back and I give him his space. I’ve become mates with a guy in our building named Chase so I grab a beer and head to his apartment hoping he is there and will be up for a night full of drinks.

  Chapter 4

  Leave Me Alone… I’m Lonely…

  I’ve been so preoccupied with work lately and getting my smoking designs ready for a big presentation that I haven’t had a spare second to scratch myself.

  I’m not sure if he’s feeling insecure or lonely but for some insane reason Dylan finds it necessary to message me twenty times per day.

  I miss you Roxy, can’t wait to see you.

  I can’t stop thinking about you.

  Okay yes he is sweet and attentive, but this is over kill!

  Is he trying to piss me off? What part of ‘I am flat out and I’ll call you later’ doesn’t he get?

  It also bothers me that he has this negative affect on me, I mean every girl loves attention and if you don’t get it then you start to worry. But this is the opposite.

  I am in a lengthy meeting with our design team for most of the afternoon. We discuss some amazing new ideas and I show them what I’ve been working on. Afterwards I head to make a cup of tea in the kitchen when I see someone at the reception desk, its Dylan.

  I make my way over to him, unsure of why he’s here.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask him surprised. I mean its three in the afternoon, I am at work and he should be too.

  “Well I’ve called you three times and sent messages and you didn’t respond Roxy. I’m just checking to make sure you are okay,” he replies sounding puzzled and slightly pissed.

  I smile at Rachael our receptionist and walk through the front door not wanting to look like the bitchy girlfriend I feel like at the moment.

  “I’ve been in a meeting Dylan. Come I’ll walk you down to your car,” I tell him and link my arm through his planning to give him an ear full when it’s just the two of us.

  When we reach the bottom of the stairs he grabs my arm. “Roxy I was really worried, next time take your phone in with you on silent or let me know you are going to be in a meeting. I mean three fucking hours you didn’t reply, that is not acceptable,” Dylan insults me by trying to make me sound like I did the wrong thing.

  I push open the front door and head over to his Jeep. When we reach the car I turn and face him. “What the hell is your problem?” I say to him using my pissed off Roxy Thorne tone. “I am at work. I have a busy job that leaves me no time to text you all day. You know I am here so why the fuck are you treating me like a child? Honestly Dylan this is really smothering me the way you are behaving.” I add really letting him know the line has been crossed again.

  “Smothering you? This is called caring about someone Roxy, giving you attention and trying to treat you like a princess. Well you know what you are being is an unappreciative bitch,” he says getting right in my face in a tone I’ve never heard before. Then he jumps into his Jeep and screeches off.

  Did he really just call me a bitch? My once sweet Dylan, what the fuck?

  I’m unappreciative, is he kidding me?

  I walk back into the building and take a few deep breaths as I enter the front door.

  Smiling at Rachael I head into the restroom, first I actually need to pee then I splash some water on my face. I am also a little in shock over that altercation. I thoroughly enjoy how refreshing the coolness feels on my heated face.

  I head back to my desk and immediately phone Jemma.

  “Yo bitch,” she answers knowing it’s me from the caller id.

  I can’t help but laugh at her comment.

  “Yo yourself ho,” I reply playfully.

  “So I think it might be over with Dylan,” I say to her unemotional, not even sure how I feel about it.

  “What?” she answers shocked. “What in the world happened Rox?”

  I fill her in on the events of the day and what he said.

  “Fucking rude prick. You are not an unappreciative bitch Roxy, that’s for sure,” she tells me being the supportive and caring best friend she’s always been.

  Thank god she agrees with me.

  “I’m not ringing him, he can suffer and dwell on what happened,” I tell her still feeling annoyed.

  “I still can’t believe those words came
out of his mouth. Like seriously maybe he’s just having a bad day Rox don’t write him off completely,” Jemma adds sounding like she feels sorry for him.

  “It’s not just today; he is getting more and more clingy lately. Anyway girlfriend I need to finish up here for the day. Honestly I’m not even feeling overly upset or dazed by it, maybe it’s for the best,” I tell my best friend.

  “Okay see you later alligator, call me if you need me I’ll be at Dan’s place,” Jemma declares.

  Feeling better like I always do after chats with Jemma I finish up at work and log out of my computer. I collect the mail for Rachael to post, gather my belongings and head to my little blue car.

  Driving home I am grateful there are no messages or calls from Dylan. Maybe he finally saw the red light flashing and got the fucking hint and is giving me the space I need. God a person can only take so much.

  I walk up to my apartment and on the step I find the biggest box of flowers I think I have ever seen. It is filled with orchids, roses, gerberas, camellias, and baby’s breath. They are beautiful flowers but over the top yet again.

  Just when I thought he was cooling it and giving me space.

  I unlock the door and carry them inside placing them on the dinner table. I don’t even bother to read the card, I don’t care what it says right now.

  “You aren’t even going to read the card?” I hear a male’s voice and it scares me half to death causing me to jump and my breath to hitch. Shit I must remember to lock the door from now on.

  I turn to see Dylan sitting on my lounge. “Fucking hell Dylan! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

  I yell at him so pissed off he scared me and even more so that he is here.

  “Sorry baby, I just needed to be here when you got home. I am sorry about what I said and that I came to your work. I just get overprotective and miss you.” he tells me as he stands up and heads to cuddle me.

  “Stop,” I say to him. “This is too much; the flowers, you being here, all of it Dylan.”