34 - You Win
Logan
Cordelia’s gaze glides up to the highest point of the wheel, where the glass carriage rocks ever so slightly against the night sky.
Her throat quivers as she swallows, eyes quickly returning to me.
“I’m not great with heights.” Her voice is uncharacteristically squeaky, and it makes me puff my chest out.
I give her a reassuring smile, fling an arm around her shoulders and pull her in close. “You’ll be fine,” I insist, dipping my chin to speak directly into her ear. “Besides, I’ll be right there with you.”
She pulls back to give me a look full of sarcastic sass, gluing her hands to her hips in her favourite stance. “And precisely what help will you be one hundred metres off the ground?”
“One hundred and thirty-five actually,” I correct her, observing the wheels changing lights reflecting in her pretty eyes. Each shift of colour blends with the blue to create a totally new hue, mesmerising and hypnotic, luring me in. I could stand here all night.
“Not helping,” she grumbles, knocking into me; not that she manages to disorientate me. Her physical strength isn’t her strong point, and against me she has no chance because I’ve got bigger muscles than the average bloke.
“C’mon,” I tuck her back under my wing of protection, and head towards where the empty pod’s nearing the docking station.
“You’re not coming to London and missing out on the view from The Eye.
Just think of the photo ops.” I wink at her.
“And if you really hate it, there’s plenty of ways I can distract you for thirty minutes. ”
She huffs, rolling her eyes at my dancing eyebrows, but allows me to lead her to the open doors.
I hold her hand tight in mine as we step though into the transparent container.
Her legs wobble beneath her so I guide her onto the wooden bench running through the centre.
The doors slide shut behind me and her eyes spring open.
“It’s just us?”
“It’s just us, baby,” I grin, leaning down to press my lips to her button nose.
She scrunches it up, bottom lip worrying as we begin to move and the scenery alters around us.
Born and bred in London I’ve been on the wheel several times and you can barely notice the motion as it moves.
I decided to hire a pod for just the two of us.
Figured if she did get anxious, it was better to do so without being surrounded by a group of nosy tourists. Plus, it’s way more romantic.
Whilst the carriage climbs higher Cordelia clings to my waist like a baby koala climbing a tree for the first time. Her camera hangs loosely from her neck, suspended by a thin black strap that doesn’t look strong enough to hold its weight. They’re hefty things; those lenses, not to mention costly.
When we’re minutes from the top, I lay the charm on thick, coaxing Cordelia to stand.
She squeals at first when I cover her eyes, but the soft murmurings in her ear, whispers of all the naughty things I’m going to do to her when we get home–soothes her fretting.
Amid the soundless vessel, her heartbeat skyrockets, thumping hard and fast.
“Once we’re home, I’m going to tie my belt around these slender little wrists and pull tight,” I purr, smiling when her breath catches in her throat as the last word leaves my lips.
“And when you cry that it’s too much I'll make it tighter, because you’ll be completely at my mercy,” I tell her.
“I’ll bend you over and fuck that tight little pussy to remind you who you belong to. ”
She takes a breath in, probably to say something to fuel the beast inside me. I stop her with a squeeze of my fingers around the base of her neck.
“You seemed to have forgotten that back in the jewellery shop, Vixen,” I say. “Mark my words. Every single one of them.”
Her muscles tense beneath me. And her throat bobs as she swallows her pride. Sweet perfume mixed with the scent of her arousal sends me into a dizzying haze. I press my erection flush to her backside, which puts a stop to any of the feisty back chat she was about to let loose.
“Eyes closed.” It’s an order. My hands slide down, over the curve of her hourglass figure to land on her peachy bum. I give it a little slap, and her body jerks to attention, back straightening against my chest. I chuckle lightly. “Alright. Open up.”
Her legs shake in trepidation. The cleverly placed innuendo doesn’t go unnoticed by her.
I’m not sure if she’s genuinely afraid or imagining me fucking her over the kitchen counter.
But her eyes finally open, pupils impossibly large as she takes in the view stretched out in front of her.
In the glass reflection her jaw drops, those pouty lips looking more kissable than ever.
Then as if she’s taken over by someone without fear, she starts snapping photos, forgetting everything else around her exists.
I watch her dart around the secure space, content in the knowledge that whatever worries she had previously; she’s facing them like a champ.
Making the most of the opportunity now. If life has taught me anything, it’s that every second counts.
Sure, I’ve had bumps in the road and continue to do so but it’s true what they say; what doesn’t kill you does make you stronger.
“Logan. It’s stunning up here,” she gushes, eyes glittering with excitement. “The view is just. Ooh la la. It takes my breath away."
I smirk, because I love it when she says that, and raise a brow at her. “Why, thank you,” I say smarmily, because right now, she’s staring directly at me.
She rolls her eyes skyward, crossing the short distance in a few steps, and gives me a playful shove.
“I didn’t mean you, stupide,” she teases. “But I guess you’re pretty too.”
“I’m pretty, am I?”
My grin widens as I spin her on the spot, encircle my arms around her and lay my fingers over her belly.
I rest my chin on the crown of her head, inhaling her strawberry scented shampoo.
She sighs dreamily as we both admire the lights of the city over the horizon.
Green and gold reflections dance on the river's surface, making the depths so much more ethereal than just the dull body of water we dumped a dead kid into.
Trust my brain to revert to my wrong doings at a time like this.
I’m busy gazing at the landscape when I feel it. A tiny flutter beneath my fingertips. Like a butterfly's wings. I swear I imagine it, but then it comes again, a little stronger this time.
Life.
Cordelia swivels in my arms, and our eyes meet, both of us awestruck.
“Did you–?” Her voice hums with so much excitement she can’t finish the sentence.
I nod. “I did,” I beam as her cheeks pink. “I think our little one is going to like heights. Will be a daredevil like his daddy.”
I drop her a cheeky wink. But even as she smiles, a tear trails its way down her cheek.
She’s confused about how to feel and I understand completely.
She’s happy that our baby is healthy and letting us know, but heartbroken because there should be two in there.
There should be a little girl too. We never found out what gender our angel baby was, but Cordelia has always been convinced it was a girl.
I catch the tear halfway down its path of her cheek and swipe it away.
My fingers fumble to get a grip on her camera and I carefully lift it over her head, placing it down on the bench.
Before I can turn back around fully, her lips have captured mine in an intoxicating kiss.
A kiss filled with raw emotion, hope, anger and joy. A barrage of conflicting emotions.
The universe comes to a standstill, and everything fades into the background until it’s just me and this beautiful woman. Nothing else matters at that moment if I have her. As long as I can touch her, smell her, love her.
Slipping her hands to my nape she draws me closer, until our bodies are flush with one another.
I grab her arse and hoik her up. She stutters into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist for support.
When her mouth leaves mine I almost whimper at the loss.
But her lips drift fluidly to the curve of my neck, sprinkling hot kisses against the slicked skin.
I angle my chin, allowing her better access whilst murmuring incoherent nonsense into the atmosphere.
Her touch sends a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
If we had more time I’d fuck her right here, high above the rest of the city.
With all the insignificant ants below us.
Cordelia continues to ruin me with her swollen lips and wet kisses.
The moment she latches onto my neck like the little vampire she is, the mood shifts.
One of my hands snakes up to grab the silky ponytail dangling down her back.
I tug hard, forcing her head back until she’s near enough staring at the glass roof.
Despite the sting of my fingers pulling her golden locks taut, she’s wearing a lascivious smile.
“Wait till I get you home,” I warn, dragging her back down to lock lips again. She giggles against my mouth, but she has no idea what I have planned for her.
I pull away momentarily to gaze into her crystal blues. A smug smirk makes its way to my lips. “So, have I proven this city’s beauty to you?”
She gives me this cute, coy smile. “Ok, so you win. It isn’t the arc de triomphe, but it is pretty.”
Then she plants her mouth back on mine, thrusting her tongue between my lips before I have a chance to process. When she pulls back for air, I lick my lips, chasing the sweet flavour of her lip gloss.
“Mm. I like winning.”
Before we know it, we’re back on the ground.
The doors open and standing on the platform is a group of impatient looking tourists, muttering to one another.
Probably about the questionable position we’re in.
Cordelia jumps down with a gasp, face flushing with heat.
She grabs her camera and makes a hasty exit.
I laugh, striding from the carriage after her, not in the least concerned about the massive bulge straining against my jeans.
I catch up to her in no time, swinging my arm around her tiny waist. I plant a purposefully sloppy kiss on her cheek, and she squirms in my hold.
“Ready to go home, my horny little vixen?” I hum in her ear.
She nods vigorously at the ground. I cackle at her modesty. She’s so cute. But she won’t be by the time I’m done with her.