Hey!
I know I know it's been a while... so sorry for the wait. I swear I try to churn these chapters out quickly but sometimes it just doesn't happen. True, we're all busy and all that jazz but sometimes it just doesn't come to me. I'll stare at my computer screen for hours not knowing how in the hell to start. And then I'll get a little note from an anonymous person saying, "Where are you?" or "Update soon". And that gives me the little extra boost I need to continue. So whoever you are, out there encouraging me... thank you!
If you want to know the progress of the next chapter, I'll always leave little updates on my profile page and/ or as a comment at the end of the last chapter (got the idea from Mimirose- hope you don't mind if I borrow it girl!). On that note, I'm SOOO glad to be back... missed you guys. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. Thanks again to honeybree for her awesome editing... I'd be lost without ya!
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It must have been a dream.
Everything was quiet and still. The sunlight peeked through the blinds as an intruder enticing her to rise. She was in a drunken haze of sleep, where her eyelids were heavy as bricks.
It must have been a dream.
The folds of the rumpled sheets mimicked her confused state of mind, going in every direction but the straight one. She'd slept so soundly, without any disturbance from her unconscious past. She had forgotten what that was like, to sleep so soundly.
It was the most delicious dream. Merle was there but she couldn't see him. She recognized his voice, his smell, his touch. The way his breath seemed shallow every time he caressed her. The way his full lips traveled down her neck. The way his hands seemed to always find her most sensitive spots.
She couldn't see him but she just knew it was him.
Merle.
Layla stirred not quite ready to get up. It was then that she felt it, the tell-tale ache between her thighs. Her sensitive breasts softly rubbed the silk sheet covering her. Her pussy still twitched from last night's performance. She let out an involuntary moan as she touched herself. Softly rubbing in slow small circles. She felt a little raw, knowing it was because of the spectacular fucking she had.
She smiled, enjoying the euphoric aftermath of last night's events.
Being blindfolded and tied was something she thought she'd never do. To give up control and completely put faith in another; was terrifying and exhilarating. Layla didn't even know it was something she longed for.
She licked her lips relishing the memory.
He tamed her body in ways she couldn't understand but always yearned for. In and out he entered her as he made her body sing. In and out he tortured her, stoking her deepest desires to life. The way his hot breath peppered kisses up her inner thighs. How he firmly held her waist down when she thought she couldn't take anymore unrestrained pleasure. In and out his hot pulsing cock seared into her and claimed her as his. Layla let out an involuntary shudder of ecstasy.
It was more than pleasure she received last night.
In and out, Merle wove his way inside her body, heart and soul. And with it, left a feeling she never thought possible. She felt...
Free.
Layla smiled. It wasn't a dream after all.
She stretched and extended her arm expecting to find him still there. But there was no one there, just the lonely expanse of a cold bed.
She expected to start her day with one of Merle's delicious kisses. She stepped out of the bed and gingerly walked towards the bathroom.
Empty.
That's... unexpected.
Layla's hands ran through her hair. There she was, being silly as always, overthinking things. Surprisingly she brushed those negative thoughts away and she got ready for her day.
Languidly she took a shower, got dressed and headed downstairs.
When Layla arrived in the kitchen, she realized there was a flurry of activity in the house. She could hear laughter and muffled conversation coming from the courtyard. The families weren't set to arrive for another week. So it must be the maid of honor Nicole and the best man John.
Day dreaming about Merle would have to wait; there was a long list of things she had to do today.
She walked toward the voices with her iPad handy. She wanted to meet Nicole and John and go through some pertinent wedding details with them.
...
"Yo, this place is amazing. Look at the size of this thing. For fucks sake Jason, no wonder you don't wanna come back to New York."
"Thanks man. But you'd be surprised how much we miss the City. Sienna and I will probably head back a couple weeks after the wedding. We want the baby to be born there."
Sienna linked her arm with Nicole's and skipped a little ahead of them. They stopped and looked at each other and let out an excited squeal. They were both grinning from ear to ear.
Nicole sighed and said, "Oh my God! I can't believe I'm finally here with you. It feels like I haven't seen you in forever."
"I know I'm so happy you're here. I feel like I'm complete now." Sienna was elated her best friend had finally arrived. "Come; let me show you what's been done so far."
They walked around as Sienna gestured. "So here where we'll be standing, this will be where the cocktails are served. And over there we'll have the ceremony with the backdrop of the sea. And the reception will be under this big tent."
"Oh, very nice."
Just then Sienna saw Layla walking out toward them. She smiled at her and called her closer.
"Nic, John, this is Layla our fabulous wedding planner. She's been a God-send and you are required to do as she says." Sienna said as she pointed at John.
"Hey, I got no problem with that." John rang out. "Mm-hmm. Hello there, gorgeous. I have to say, there's beauty all around this island but you... are by far the most stunning creature I have ever seen." John took her hand and kissed the back of it.
"Whatever you need, I'm available..." He whispered as his lips hovered over her hand.
Nicole muttered something indistinguishable in Spanish. She turned on her heels and walked away with her camera. She busied herself by snapping shots of the view.
Layla forced a smile but it was really a grimace. This guy doesn't waste any time, does he? Ugh, he was barking up the wrong tree.
He was handsome enough, with his bright blue eyes and blond hair. But he wasn't even close to the man branded in her mind. She didn't want to be rude but she felt like making a puke face and letting him have it.
But of course she instead said in a professional tone, "Yes well, there will be plenty to do. I'll need both the best man and the maid of honor help with-."
Layla inhaled and exhaled and counted to three. "Can-I-have-my hand back please?" She said through clenched teeth. He was really testing her nerves.
"Oh sure, sure whatever you say sweetheart."
At John calling her sweetheart, Layla straightened herself and unconsciously glanced around for Merle. She wished he was there; he'd probably tell this guy to fuck off.
Sienna chuckled and walked over to Jason.
"What the hell has gotten into John?"
"No clue. He doesn't even say shit like that."
"Well apparently he does. Layla is looking at him like he has the plague and Nicole looks like she's about to strangle him."
"My boy just got here and he's already leaving an impression with the ladies." Jason chuckled. "Now all that's left is for Merle to gang up on him. Where is my dear cousin by the way?"
"Not sure, I haven't seen him since last night. I hadn't had a chance to tell him Nicole was coming in a little early."
Sienna and Jason showed Nicole and John their respective rooms. Since they were jetlagged, they agreed to let them rest and meet up again for dinner.
After leaving them Sienna decided to go look for Merle and make sure he was ok. He'd been increasingly distant from her. It seemed that spark of excitement of having him back had dwindled. And Sienna, the ever worrisome one, was on edge about the whole thing.
