Coming Around Again (16 page)

She laughed, bitterness making the sound abrasive
to the ears. “What haven’t you done? What aren’t you continuing to do? That’s
about right. Ruining my life!”

She roughly poured out two small measures of wine
and picked hers up immediately. Niels watched her, his eyes wide and eyebrows
raised. “Okay,” he said slowly, as she drained her glass. “Let’s narrow it down
to the last week of my ruining your life. What’s happened?”

“What do you think?”

“I think,” he answered, after taking a sip of wine,
“that you want to blame me for whatever hasn’t worked out with whatever
colourless man you continue to try to replace me with. You know full well it
won’t work. You only hope. You want me to be sorry that you’re not moving on.
That you can’t find someone else better than me.” He put down the glass and
towered over her. “Not. Sorry. At. All.”

“You want me to be alone, don’t you?” she fumed,
not backing down from him for a minute. How dare he! “That suits you. While you
go out and fuck whoever you want to, I’m on my own.”

“Did I miss something? Did I tell you to end your
relationship?”

“You may as well have, you selfish twat! You keep
making me feel guilty for being with anyone else, when this situation is all
down to you! If you hadn’t…”

“Hadn’t what?”

She fumbled for her argument, and not wanting him
to get the wrong end of the stick. Much like she wrestled with at the moment.

He raised his eyebrows at her, in prompt. “Come on,
Stella. Tell me what I didn’t do?”

Later, she would excuse it as an alcoholic daze.
“If you hadn’t practically dry-humped me at Christmas, I’d have been fine.”

His eyes gleamed and Stella bit her lip, cursing
her stupidity. Of course that was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Dry-humped?
I barely touched you. This, however…”

Niels caught her about the neck and yanked her into
his kiss.

Oh God, yes
,
she thought. This was
where she belonged. This is what she had missed so badly. At last her whole
body felt right; pressed tightly to her ex-husband’s hard torso, cradled
between his thighs. They felt like stone under her touch. She gripped the
buckle of his belt to grind her pelvis into his, seeking something that
required a lot less clothing.

All that fighting, screaming, shouting, hating… For
nothing! Such a waste of energy… Energy which could have been better spent like
this…

Niels’ broad palm skimmed over her stomach to delve
inside her leggings and cupped her mound. She nearly jerked out of his arms,
her cry of surprise muffled by his lips. He in turn gave a groan as his fingers
slipped between the soaked lips of her sex. Dragging his hand back and forth,
he kissed her harder, sucking at her tongue and then nibbling on her bottom
lip. Two fingers pushed inside her and Stella’s lower body imploded with
overwhelming lust. He hadn’t touched her like this in so long. His hand rocked
roughly against her, his fingers dragging over her sensitised flesh. His other
hand firmly gripped one butt cheek to keep her in place. Stella’s hands roamed
from his shoulders, along his arms to grip the wrist of the hand lodged between
her thighs. If he carried on, she’d not last much longer…

With a grunt of impatience, he turned her around
and bent her over the desk, yanking down her leggings to expose her. A moment
passed as he smoothed his palms over her arse, a rumbling groan vibrating his
touch. Before she could draw breath to appreciate the touch, she heard the snap
of his belt unbuckling. Her body electrified in suspension as he rubbed over
her drenched pussy with the tip of his cock.

Come on...
she thought, wriggling
her hips to entice him.
Don’t make me wait any more!

His hands tunnelled under her jersey top and at the
same time, his cock fitted to her opening, he shoved her bra to her collar and
pressed into her until she was full. The groan that emerged from her throat
couldn’t be considered as human. Raw, unadulterated pleasure at the sensations
raging through her. With slow deep strokes, he slid against her, his palms
rolling her nipples into points. His belt buckle stabbed into her thigh each
time he moved and her bra managed to cut into her throat. She didn’t care. It
only made her move against him with a selfish determination to find her
release.

She reached behind her to grab Niels’ hip, to bring
him closer to her, force him to move harder. The heat of his breath against the
back of her neck sent shivers through her. He released one breast to trail his
heavily scented fingers over her lips. She tasted the salt of his skin and the
smooth sweetness of her own cream on his digits. Her mouth watered for more,
trailing her tongue around his fingers for more, imagining it was his cock in
her mouth. He bit down on her shoulder as he pounded into her faster, his
movements sending hot liquid over her inner thighs.

He drew his hand from her mouth and rested his damp
fingers on her clit, squeezing gently on her. The breath stalled in her chest,
a wildfire breaking over her lungs instead. Heat roamed over her belly as she
pushed back with her buttocks to meet the delicious and maddening motion within
her. A squeak escaped her, when they’d promised not to be loud. She couldn’t
help herself. That one noise sent a message to her throat to be free. Not to
hold back. She cried out as her pussy began to clamp erratically over his thick
length.

“Stella,” he breathed in warning. Pin pricks of
pleasure dotted across her body and she caught the remaining hand on her breast
under her own hand. Her back arched as the orgasm ripped through her, stealing
her voice for a long, still moment.

He moved in quickly and turned her head toward him
in irresistible motion. He covered her mouth with his, making her taste his
stuttered groan as he flooded her hotly with his own desire. With uneven
thrusts, he mashed his hips into her bottom until he was spent. Waves of
sensation plucked at her body in random patches. And then cold raked her into
sense. Why had she let her ex-husband fuck her? Stupid.

And he hadn’t used a condom. Selfish bastard. And
she was a silly bitch for not thinking of the consequences… What was he doing?

Niels pulled away from her and stood her straight.
With butterfly light kisses, he smoothed away the line of the wood that pressed
into her flesh. After a moment, he laid his head on her belly and inhaled a
deep breath. “I’ve missed that scent.”

“What do you mean? You depraved man…”

“How you smell with me on you.”

Stella glanced down and saw his cock bouncing
upward in renewed vigour.

“This was a bad idea, I think…”

He stood up and peeled the top from her body, then
her bra. “You and I do too much thinking. I’m not finished with you. And you’re
not finished with me. So take the rest of your clothes off. Now.”

Arguing seemed futile. Especially after what just
happened. She peeled off the leggings and watched Niels yank his shirt from his
body and kick off his boots and jeans. He stood in his boxers and commanded gently;
“Take them for me.”

Slowly, she smoothed the silk down to his ankles,
and he stepped free from the garment. It left her face to face with her
favourite part of Niels’ body, fragrant with their recent exertions. She leaned
forward and traced her tongue over the head. He tasted of her, him, and
everything she knew. Just as she leaned forward for more, he caught her in his
arms.

“Bed. No more marks on your body. Except ones I
make.”

The next two hours, he reintroduced himself to her;
naked and underneath him, with her hands above her head. His kisses, his touch,
the way his thighs kept her own apart to maximise her pleasures was nothing
less than worshipful and reminiscent of his love before their divorce. It
brought her to tears. Tears he kissed away, only to lower his head to the small
strip of hair above her clit and kiss her there. It took seconds for those
tears of months and weeks wasted, to evaporate under the skill of his tongue,
followed by the power of his hips.

She lost count of her orgasms. After four or five,
she pushed him to his side of the bed and rolled over to reach for an exhausted
sleep. Consequences were for later. Not while her body still hummed and ahhhed
in pleasure that only Niels had ever been able to elicit.

He’s still here
,
Stella noted, having showered and dressed, all without him moving a muscle. As
if the last two years hadn’t happened. A normal Saturday.

Oh God, it was Saturday.

“Niels!” Stella hissed. “
Niels!”

He grunted and buried his head deeper into her
brand new memory foam pillows. She wrenched back the duvet and slapped him
resoundingly on his bare buttocks.

He leaned up on his elbows and stared at her with
one eyebrow raised. “Good morning to you.”

“The boys will be up.”

“Why, what time is it?”

“Seven.”

“In the morning? My God, woman. What’s wrong with
you?”

“I didn’t sleep,” she confessed, then felt
irritated with him for being so obtuse. “They can’t see you here.”

He turned onto his side, naked and unabashed. “How
would you suggest I leave without our children knowing? Unless you built some
secret slide into this room?”

She would kill him. And no one would really blame
her. She was sleep-deprived. All that exertion with Niels and she hadn’t slept
a wink. Not even for five minutes post-orgasm. Just her and her four walls and
her conscience, telling her and her pussy that they were the weakness to her
being. Nothing like the truth to keep one awake.
A clear conscience fears
not the pillow
, she thought wryly. “Just put your clothes on and…”

Too late. Sleepy movement of shuffling came from
the corridor. They were awake. “Right, stay here…”

“Don’t I even have the luxury of a shower?”

“You had one four hours ago.”

“That wasn’t really anything to do with people
clean…”

Huffing, Stella stalked out of the bedroom and
shouted, “If you two clean your teeth quickly, I’ll make you pancakes for
breakfast.”

Will immediately poked his head around his and
Danny’s bedroom door. “Did you say pancakes?”

“Teeth first.”

They rushed to the bathroom, edging each other out
of the way and Stella returned to the bedroom. Niels stood, naked and proud,
searching in her linen cupboard for a towel.

“Aren’t you dressed?” she practically howled at
him. “Get out!”

He eyed her. “Why are you giving yourself an ulcer?
I am going to have a shower, and then I will have breakfast with my sons.”

“No. You’re going to sod off and we will pretend
you were never here.”

He thought for a moment. “No. I don’t like that
plan. I’ll be fifteen minutes.” With that, he disappeared into the bathroom and
closed the door in her face.

“What is happening in my life?” she asked herself
blankly. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Stella took several deep breaths and
did what she did best; managed the situation.

She grabbed her phone, his keys, and his phone and
went downstairs. It eliminated two possible excuses for him hanging around like
a bad smell.

The twins were downstairs in pyjamas waiting with
squeaky-clean teeth for their promised pancakes. She made them work for it,
directing them to the pantry for necessaries. She made banana blueberry and
white chocolate fluffy thick pancakes for them. Danny poured acres of syrup on
his pile and looked at his mother for her to tell him to mop it up. She simply
sighed.

Darling, I’ve got
bigger fish to fry…

“Is Dad here?” Will asked, through a mouthful of
food.

“Why?”

“I thought I heard his voice.”

Just as Stella opened her mouth to deny the
allegation, Niels strolled into the kitchen.

“You took my keys,” he directed at Stella, skimming
past her to kiss each boy’s curl-topped head. “Morning.”

The boys looked at their father, then mother, and
blurted. “What’s going on?”

Stella sent Niels a look of heated disgust.
See what you’ve done?

“Your mother mentioned pancakes.”

“And he’s going to take you swimming.”

All three males glanced outside at the thundering
rain. “Muma, it’s not really swimming weather…”

“Can’t we stay?”

She raised her face to the ceiling. “All of you
need to be out of this house in the next half hour. I am not joking.”

The pancakes were shovelled with inhuman speed
before the boys rushed upstairs to get cleaned and dressed.

Niels held her gaze, biting into a chunk of
pancake, chewing with defiance. “We’re going to talk about what happened last
night.”

“Nope,” she retorted, taking a sip of coffee.
“We’re not. Ever. Didn’t happen.”

“Any of it, or particular parts?”

“All of it. Never happened.”

He continued eating. “I wish my memory was as
selective as yours. But then again, why would I want to forget you pushing your
breasts to my mouth and begging me to bite them?”

She snatched the knife and fork from his hands, and
collected his plate. The food went straight in the bin and the cutlery into the
dishwasher. “You go and get those boys and you take them away. Now.”

Niels stood up and towered over her, blocking her
between the dishwasher and his body. “We. Are. Going. To. Talk. I’ll indulge
you today because you haven’t slept properly.”

A moment passed where she thought about threatening
him. Instead, she leaned up and touched her lips to his. “I said no. Now bugger
off and take our kids with you.”

With a satisfied smile, Niels moved away and sent a
piercing whistle through the air. “Daniel! William! Towels, goggles, swimming
trunks! The pool at my club will be warm.”

Yes, go, go,
she thought, her body still a mire of emotions and
aches and marks.
I can think about what I
need to do when you’re not here
.

“Stella,” he said, leaning back to look at her.
“The talk will happen.”

Sending him the finger would do no one any good.

Certainly not in front of her eager-beaver, copycat
children.