The morning sun penetrates through the French doors. I can feel the warmth of the beams touching my chest. A smile breaks out as I stretch, lifting my arms over my head and emitting a long moan. I’m fucking happy. After years of pining over the one woman who could easily bring me to my knees with one look, she’s finally mine. Last night was everything, more than anything I could’ve ever imagined in my wildest dreams, and my imagination when it comes to Sophie have been pretty damn wild.
My arm falls to my side and my hand reaches for Sophie. And keeps reaching. I turn my head slightly and slowly open my eyes. Her side of the bed is empty, and the sheets are cold. I recall the night before and lift the sheet to make sure my memories are in fact real. I grab her pillow and bring it to my face, inhaling deeply. Fuck, I love how it smells like her, sweet, savory, and like sex.
I throw the sheet and comforter back and slowly rise. My body aches, in all the right spots. Making love to Sophie all night was the best . . . no, it was the only way to end the perfect night. Although, I would’ve given anything to fuck her in the car. I don’t know, there is something about sitting on the leather seat with her straddled around my legs, moving up and down slowly on my hard cock. Maybe next time, because I plan to rent this car again although, Sophie and I could totally test out all the best car positions in the Wrangler. Just thinking about her holding onto the roll bar gives me a stiffy. I slip a pair of shorts on and make my way downstairs, figuring she’s enjoying a cup of coffee on the patio.
“Soph,” I yell out as I make my way through the house. She’s not in the living room, kitchen or on the patio when I step outside. The sun is bright, and I have to use my hand to shield my eyes. I’m hoping to see her shadow down on the dock, but there’s nothing. Confused, I go back into the house and into my office where I turn on the computer and pull up my security camera. I look through the event history and find the footage of her sneaking out of my house under the cloak of darkness. The time stamp says five a.m. I watch as she stands on my front porch until lights enter my driveway. She heads toward the car and gets into the backseat.
“What the fuck?”
I pick up my phone and call her, it rings five times before it goes to voicemail. “It’s Tanner, call me back.” I hang up, but my heart is racing. I’m angry, hurt, and scared. I call her back and get her voicemail again. And again, after my third try. I send her a text.
Me: At least tell me you’re okay!
With no choice, but to wait, I head to the bathroom to take a shower. The Lambo is due back and I’m not interested in getting an additional charge for another day, especially since Sophie isn’t here to enjoy the car with me. My shower is quick and very unsatisfying, which is sad because I have this amazing set up with various faucets meant to give you the ultimate experience and I was really hoping to share this morning’s shower with Sophie. After I’m done, dried and dressed, I check my phone. Nothing. I call again and leave another message, although I’m curt and to the point demanding she call me back. I’m beyond being angry. I’m still pissed, but also a little worried.
I go back to my security camera and save the video in case I need it for later. If something happened to her, if the driver of the car who came and picked her up did something to her . . . no, I refuse to think she’s hurt. I can’t. I’d never be able to live with myself for not waking up when she slipped out of bed.
With the video saved, I grab the keys to the Lambo and head outside. Damn, this car is beautiful and memories from last night come flooding back. Her lips wrapped around my dick as I drove down the street. Hottest fucking thing ever and a complete fantasy come true. Sliding down the leather seat, it molds to me. I need a car like this, one with Italian leather and smells like Sophie. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Fuck, just smelling her in the car makes me hard.
Once I’m back at the car rental agency, the same clerk from yesterday is working. I half smile when I walk in and set the keys down on top of the counter.