3 BOOK BUNDLE "Her Last Love Affair", "Her Last Love Affair: Breathing Without You" AND "Her Last Love Affair: The Final Journey" (10 page)

“Reece,” she whimpered impatiently, as she was teased by the
tip of his manhood just dipping into her entrance. She lifted both arms,
wrapping her hands around his neck and gripping her own wrist at the back of
his head.

Gently, Reece pushed his hips forward, feeling the familiar
way her tight warmth stretched and lengthened to greet him. Allie breathed
deeply, as he smoothly slid deeper, a cry of ecstasy escaping her trembling
lips when he finally filled her and she felt a small explosion of pleasure.

“Oh, God, Allie,” Reece moaned, experiencing the rapid
clamping of her muscles. He tried to edge deeper still, but it was no use, he
was already buried to the hilt in her softness. “I could stay like this
forever,” he whispered, his cheek next to hers. “I love the feel of you.” There
was a moment of silence, in which he made a decision. She had been more honest
than he, and it was time to rectify that. “I love you, Allie.”

Her Last Love Affair

E
verything had happened so quickly. Allie wasn’t
sure how they’d ended up on the bed. By then, they were both completely naked.
Reece sat cross-legged and she was sitting on his lap, with her legs wrapped
around him. As Allie slowly undulated on top of him, they held each other
tightly.

Reece’s face, sticky with sweat, was pressed against her
chest. The palms of both hands spread wide on her upper back, helping her
remain upright and simultaneously pulling her closer to him.

Allie’s hands were on Reece’s shoulders, although the slick
perspiration kept causing her fingers to slip. She tried to use him as
leverage, lifting her body in short rhythmic bounces.

She did realize that somehow they’d achieved a moment of
calm. Things were suddenly much less frenetic than they had been in the
kitchen. There, after Reece had made his declaration of love, he’d begun to
thrust with powerful strokes that tipped the table back on two legs. Over and
over again, he’d pounded hard and fast. Until that moment, Allie had thought
she’d seen every color in the spectrum of Reece’s lovemaking, from quick and
passionate to slow and tender. Suddenly, however, there’d been a different
quality. As the spiraling sensations caused Allie’s limbs to give out and she’d
lain back on the table, she was aware that the desperation in Reece was not a
drive for her, but a drive to show her something.

She didn’t have time to work out what that something was,
because no sooner had they orgasmed together in an abrupt eruption of masculine
groans and feminine screams, than Reece swept her from the messy table and
carried her to the bedroom.

Here, although their movements were more relaxed, there was
that same sense of desperation, as they clung fiercely to one another. With the
less intense experience of leisurely rocking against Reece, Allie’s brain was
able to ponder what was happening between them. Had Reece’s energetic
performance in the kitchen been his attempt to show her what she’d be missing
if she stopped seeing him. Maybe. But he needn’t have bothered. Long before
then, she’d realized what she was about to give up.

Had he been making sure that the last time was memorable?
Perhaps. But then why had he told her he loved her?

“Allie,” he suddenly grunted, his lips just beneath her
collarbone.

“Yeah?” she hummed absentmindedly, as she once more rolled
her hips and ground her clitoris against the hard bone beneath his neat thatch
of coarse hair.

“God,” he blurted, jerking upwards. “I…” he breathed. “I
don’t want this to be the last time.”

Her hands instantly slipped over his shoulders and around
his back, tugging him nearer. “I don’t want it to be, either,” she whispered,
tearfully. Her thighs no longer strong enough to lift her, she became still
except for a slight movement of her hips as she rubbed her mound against him.

Slackening his own grip on her, Reece shifted back slightly,
so he could look up at her face. “But it has to be?” he asked solemnly.

Allie silently pleaded with him not to make her answer, but
he continued to look at her expectantly. “Yes,” she eventually responded her
voice soft and on the verge of cracking.

Reece’s eyes dropped to Allie’s shoulder. Then, with a sigh
of defeat he flopped back onto the bed.

Allie went with him, her legs still straddling his and her
upper body pressed against his hard chest. Her arms however, unraveled from
around him, her palms landing on the mattress either side of his shoulders.

Reece continued to hold his loose grasp of her and his right
hand rubbed soothingly over her shoulder blades. “Can I ask you something?” he
softly wondered.

His thick, hard manhood still tightly tucked inside her,
Allie found it strange that the mood had shifted so profoundly. However, like
him, she suddenly had no interest in finding the momentary release of an
orgasm. It seemed much more important to savor the feeling of closeness, to
commit it to memory, so she’d be able to recall it whenever she needed him.
“Yes,” she replied, settling her head on his chest and placing her ear to the
strong, reliable beat of his heart.

“Will there ever come a time when you can tell me? Or am I
always going to wonder what the hell happened between you and me?”

Allie closed her eyes, listening to the soft rumble of his
words as they reverberated in his chest. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly.
It was something she hadn’t even thought about. Would he one day read her
obituary and realize what had been going on? “One day,” she sighed. “You might
understand.”

He made a small humming noise, as though he accepted, but
wasn’t entirely satisfied with the answer.

Allie was blindsided by the image of Reece opening the paper
or browsing the Chronicle’s website only to find that she was dead. Knowing him
as she did, she realized he would not only be distressed, but he’d feel
betrayed. Would the time they’d shared over the past two weeks be tainted?
There was no question in her mind that, to him, it would be. Not only that, she
sensed he’d be angry with himself for not putting the signs together. She could
visualize the deep hurt, rage and frustration in his eyes and it caused her
physical pain. How could she do that to him? The only man, with the exception
of her father, who had ever really meant anything to her, and she was going to
hurt him more deeply than any human being whose life she’d ever touched.

But, then again, did she really know him as well as she
thought she did? After all, he’d just turned nineteen when she went off to college
and they called it quits on their relationship. A person can change a lot in
that time; she’d certainly changed. And perhaps she didn’t know him at all in
the first place. It was possible that the Reece in her head was an adolescent
fantasy, rose-tinted by the very fact of him being her first love.

Everything about the strong man lying beneath her indicated
he was exactly what he claimed to be. Could she possible be mistaken? Was he
really just another looser who would say and do anything just to get a girl
into bed? No, that much she knew wasn’t true.

“Can I ask you something?” As she parroted his request,
Allie braced her weight on her arms and pushed herself from his chest. Once she
was in a sitting position, her hair curtaining her face, she peered down at
him. Immediately regretting the speed with which she’d straightened, she felt a
wave of lightheadedness and closed her eyes momentarily to stop the world
spinning.

“Sure,” he replied, his hands moving to her hips and holding
her gently.

Taking three quick breaths her dizziness gradually abated,
and her eyes returned to him. “Did you mean it?”

His right eyebrow lifted in question. “What?”

“Earlier,” Allie responded, motioning with her head towards
the kitchen. “When you said you love me, did you mean it?”

He regarded her for a split second, confused by the doubt he
noticed in her features. Suddenly, he was moving, carefully cradling her waist
as he flipped her to the right. Once her back hit the bed, he rolled atop her.
“What do you think?” he answered simply, his deep, earnest eyes burning into
her soul.

Allie let out a muffled “Ahh,” as she felt his stiff shaft
edge further, filling her completely. She bucked against him, coaxing him
further still, until the head of his manhood was deep inside her. “Reece,” she
murmured, almost too breathless to speak.

“Do you think I’d lie to you about that?” he asked, his
voice indicating more control than he was actually in possession of. “Do you
think I would have taken you to bed that first time, if I didn’t love you?”

“I’m not that girl anymore,” she replied shakily, as she
jerked beneath him again.

With a lightly exhaled chuckle, he dipped his head towards
her. “I’ve noticed,” he whispered, before kissing her mouth. As his tongue
slipped between her parted lips, he drew his hips back slowly. With the same
measured pace, he returned to her body releasing a long, low moan into her
mouth as he did so. “Christ,” he gasped, ripping his lips from hers. “Allie,
honey, I’m close.”

“Not yet,” she begged. Her eyelids were suddenly far too
heavy and they flittered closed. “Just a little longer Reece,” she panted.
Pushing her hand between their joined bellies, she blindly groped for the base
of his shaft, but he was too deeply held within her. Abandoning the notion of trying
to delay his climax, her fingers moved to increase the onset of her own.
However, as the pad of her middle finger met the swollen and tender flesh above
her entrance, Reece’s own hand swiped her away.

“Let me,” he murmured urgently. “I want to make you come,”
he added, before closing the space between their mouths once more.

Allie felt herself melt into the mattress, as Reece’s thumb
gently rolled tiny circles against her clitoris and his tongue roamed
possessively over hers. He continued to thrust, but did so slowly with
deliberate pauses between each movement. Wrapping her right leg over left
thigh, Allie smoothed her hands down his back, until her fingers met the firm,
clenched muscles in his butt. Clasping him hard, but careful to keep her
fingernails out of his soft skin, she urged him on.

The silent communication worked, and Reece stepped up the
rhythm of his lower half, increasing the pressure of his thumb on her sensitive
nub. “That’s it,” Allie gasped, turning her head to the right and gulping in a
lungful of air. She could feel her body tightening in anticipation and began
panting in shallower breaths.

“Ugh,” Reece groaned, as Allie’s hands unconsciously dug
into his buttocks. It was pain just the right side of pleasure and he plunged
into her with renewed vigor.

“Yes,” she murmured, as he stirred some new pleasure point.
And then it came, like a powerful wave against the rocks, knocking the air from
her body and sending trembled jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending.
“Oh, Reece,” she breathlessly screeched, as her body began to pulse.

Quickly removing his hand from between them, Reece pulled
back one final time. His last thrust was forceful, deep and accompanied by a
masculine cry of pleasure.

Allie opened her eyes just in time to see his face,
contorted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, as she felt his warmth begin to
flood her in strong surges.

“Ahh,” Reece groaned, his hips still lazily pumping, as he
emptied himself. “Oh, God,” he panted. “Allie,” he breathed, his lower half
slowly stilling, as his upper body flopped listlessly forwards. “Allie,” he
repeated, gasping for breath.

Feeling his hot breath in the crook her of her neck and the
pound of his heart next to her own racing one, Allie’s left hand slipped from
his rounded buttock and grasped the back of his head. Gently, she ran her hands
through his hair and stroked the nape of his neck, until his breathing had
returned to something resembling normal.

“Am I crushing you?” he mumbled.

“No,” she instantly replied.

“You sure?” he countered. “I’m not too heavy?”

“No,” she insisted. “You feel good,” she added, wrapping her
legs around him to prevent him from leaving her even if he wanted to.

Reece sighed happily against her skin. “Feels so good,” he
muttered.

Allie could feel his shaft softening within her and sensed
it wouldn’t be long before he would get up. Once he did, that would be it,
she’d never be with him like this again. “Reece,” she whispered, almost unaware
of the fact she’d spoken his name. “The last weeks have been incredible,” she
said.

“For me too,” he responded, his right cheek still nestled on
her shoulder.

“I mean, really incredible,” she continued. “I want you to
know that.”

Forcing his heavy unresponsive body up, Reece held his
weight on the palms he rested by Allie’s upper arms. “It’s all right,” he said,
his voice thick with post-orgasm exhaustion. “I don’t exactly know what this
has been,” he added, hair falling over his forehead in the way Allie found so
cute. “But I don’t regret a moment of it.”

It was then that Allie realized she couldn’t in all honesty
say she felt the same. There was something she regretted. Something she would
regret, until the cancer ended all regrets. “There’s something I’ve got to tell
you,” she softly announced.

“You don’t have to,” Reece told her, shaking his head, as he
slowly pulled his flaccid member from her.

“No, I do,” she quickly countered, mourning the loss of him,
as his body slickly left hers. “Please, Reece,” she begged, grasping his
forearms and hurriedly sitting up.

“Allie,” he sorrowfully sighed. “It doesn’t change
anything.”

“It will for me,” she insisted. “I don’t want you to leave
without knowing why. I don’t want to push you away like this.” Allie’s words
came quickly and coherently, much more coherently than her brain was
functioning. “I…” she stumbled, her words suddenly lodged in her throat by
unshed tears. “There’s something…” she attempted again, but halted when her
vision blurred and unruly droplets spilled onto her cheeks.

Easing himself away from her, Reece sat down on the bed by
her side. Allie instantly, turned to him and crawled onto his lap. He didn’t
fight her, and as she settled, he wrapped his arms around her middle.

“I’m sick,” Allie sobbed quietly into his chest.

Reece only just understood her muffled words. “Okay,” he
responded, at a loss as to how that fitted into the situation.

“I’m really sick,” she continued.

“I don’t…” Reece mumbled, shaking his head in confusion.

“I wanted to live the life that I’d missed out on,” she
cried. “To make sure I had no regrets, so I started seeing men from my past.”

Reece remained silent and baffled. However, the last part of
her sentence was quickly filed away as important to clarify, when she was able
to speak with full sentences.