CHAPTER 20

nick

It was fair to say the floodgates well and truly opened after that morning when Ajay had let me fuck him into the mattress. The day when I suddenly and most unexpectedly had Ajay all to myself and I had gone a little mindless at the idea. Having the house to ourselves was as unexpected as it was possibly the best thing that had ever happened in the history of humankind.

Ajay was absolutely insatiable, like a little sex nymph who couldn't get enough of me. The good news was that I felt exactly the same way about him. I was completely and utterly obsessed with him, with his sweet body. The body that was made just for mine.

In the back of my mind was an awareness that this was all new to Ajay. Occasionally a few unwelcome thoughts would even pop up that I should try and slow us down a little. But then he'd look at me with those eyes and it was like trying put the cork back into a bottle of popped champagne. I just couldn't.

And Ajay always rewarded me with those breathy moans, his whimpers and his Oh Nicky's as we came together. I was an addict for those sounds. An absolutely ruined addict for him.

I'd started leaving bottles of lube and condoms in strategically hidden places all over the house what with the way Ajay would just look at me and then it would be on. I'd fuck him whenever and wherever he wanted me, every night, multiple times if he was particularly randy, and then again in the morning. We'd go for our usual surf, a quick one mind, and then I'd fuck him again pressed up to the tiles in the shower.

Sometimes I'd think we were done for the day but then Ajay would give me that look and it would be on again. I could Not. Get. Enough.

I was insatiable.

If Ajay thought about Kira he never mentioned it and I was egotistical enough to think that maybe I had banished all thoughts of her from his head. At least I certainly hoped I had. Indeed, I was finding it hard to think of anything but Ajay and that perfect body of his and getting mine into it as often as humanly possible.

It had been three days since Dane had gone back to Sydney, three days of impossibly amazing, incredible sexy times with Ajay.

It was nearing lunch time but I was in absolutely no hurry to extricate myself from my bed where Ajay was currently resting in my arms, his back to my front as I leaned us up against the headboard. His eyes were closed while my fingers played with his soft curls, his head on my chest, the day warm and humid already. I'd opened my window last night and a soft sea breeze was gentling the air as it fluttered through the curtains.

Perfection.

"Tell me about Tassie."

"What about it?" he asked, eyes still closed on my chest.

"What was it like growing up there?"

"Tassie is … home," he replied softly. "The winters are cold, freezing sometimes and the summers are mild. Nothing like this. But it's beautiful too, like there's just mountains and lakes around every corner. A whole lot of nature."

"You liked living there?"

"Yeah, I did. I had a really nice group of friends who I'd known since kindergarten. I miss them a bit. I miss my mum too. And Emily sometimes. Life is a lot slower and calmer there but you can breathe easier too. I think that's what I miss most about living in Sydney."

"Yeah, I can imagine," I said, stroking my hand down his chest. He was breathing steadily, eyes still closed as we talked. I liked this, being with him here like this. Maybe a bit too much if I was totally honest.

"You have any girlfriends back there?" I asked, watching as his lips curved up into a smile.

"A few."

"I bet you were a real hit with the girls, huh? All these curls and your big, brown eyes. Plus girls love a guy with a guitar, right?"

"I did okay," he said with a gentle shrug.

"Anyone significant?"

He shrugged again before he answered. "I had a girlfriend before I left for Sydney. Ellie was her name. I guess she was fairly significant at the time."

I hummed in response, not sure why I automatically conjured up the image of my gorgeous boy with an equally cute country girl, a more wholesome type than his last ex. I didn't much like that image truth be told.

"What about boys? You ever think about boys before?" I pressed, wanting to know everything about him.

"Not intentionally," he said. "I mean, I never really thought about any guy in that way until you. But I guess, well, I suppose it's always been there. Just easy to ignore."

"Until me, right?"

"Yes, until you," he laughed. I liked that sound, tangling my fingers with his as we lazed in the morning sun.

"And … you're okay about that, right? I know we haven't talked about it before but are you okay … about being with a guy?"

"Yeah, Nicky. It's not something I expected to happen but I'm more than okay about it. I like it actually. Being with a guy. More than I ever thought I would," he admitted, allaying the little flicker of fear that had landed in my gut.

"Yeah?"

"You want me to tell you all the ways I like it, huh? About how much I like it when you take control of me and own me for both our pleasure? Or was this just an excuse to fish for compliments about how much I love your big cock and what you do with it?"

"It wasn't but I'm all ears if you want to talk about my cock with me."

He laughed and I squeezed him tighter, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against mine.

"Will you sing for me, Ajay?"

He stilled in my arms, turning his head on my chest to look up at me. "What do you want me to sing?"

"Anything. You choose."

"All right. Let me go get my guitar," he said. I was immensely pleased that he had given in to me so easily. I had expected I would need to put up a fight, or at least beg. Which I had been fully prepared to do.

Ajay stretched out and then shifted his naked body off mine before bending down to pick up his boxer shorts from the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Leave them," I instructed. Ajay turned to look at me, a perplexed look on that gorgeous face.

"You want me to play my guitar for you naked?"

"Now you're getting it," I chuffed. "Of course I want you to play guitar for me naked."

Ajay held me eye, his gaze darkening in that way I had come to know well as a little smile tugged at his lips. He said nothing but he stood and walked out of my bedroom, leaving his clothes where they belonged – on my floor.

He came back a moment later with his guitar and I felt my heart rate rise. There was something about a man with a guitar that had always set my heart racing. Add in the fact that man was Ajay to the mix and well, let's just say I was more than a little turned on.

He perched on the edge of my bed, spending a moment tuning the guitar while stealing little glances at me. That little flush had started spreading along his cheeks and down his neck and oh did I like that. Especially now that I knew that flush was for me.

"You sure no requests?" he asked quietly, biting on his bottom lip as he strummed some random chords.

"Whatever you want to play for me," I told him. I was rewarded with that shy smile again, the one that only seemed to come out when he was asked to sing. Ajay played a couple more chords before moving seamlessly into a perfect acoustic version of Keane's Somewhere Only We Know.

He started singing the lines and that was when things started to shift between us as those sweet, shy little glances started making my heart beat for an entirely different reason. He was … he was simply breathtaking.

How had this beautiful, heartbreakingly talented boy ever looked my way twice? He was way too good for me. Too pretty, too sweet, too perfect. Too everything.

I felt like crying as he sang to me, his voice a beautiful husky thing that blended with the melody perfectly. The world seemed to narrow down to that moment with this boy sitting on my bed, singing just for me. It was just him and me and nothing else on this earth mattered but us. It was the sweetest of moments. It was also the moment I finally acknowledged my heart was in some serious, serious danger.

Ajay strummed the final note as the dust settled in the air between us and my heart came to a slow acceptance of how it had just given itself to this boy who had come out of nowhere and tipped my world upside down.

"Fuck, baby," I managed. "You really are something."

Ajay just huffed a shy laugh but he didn't contradict me which was a first in our interactions. Baby steps.

"Want me to play you another song?" he asked, brushing a curl out of his eye.

"I do. I want you to play a thousand songs for me," I told him. "But I think I need to have you first because otherwise I might die of lustfulness."

"You might die of that, huh?" Ajay smiled, still with that shy tinge that I was here for.

"Correct. I will die," I reiterated.

"Well, I don't want that on my conscience," he returned, setting the guitar on the floor before he slowly paced towards me.

"No. Not when you can so easily save my life," I said, leaning back as he straddled my waist. I lifted a hand to his nape, pressing gently until I got my wish when his lips landed on mine.

And I kissed him, this gorgeous, breathtaking boy who looked like a dream with an innocence that was nothing but deception, who played guitar like a professional, who sang like a dark and husky angel but who turned into a wildcat when he was in my bed.

Where had he come from?