No infringement intended. The work enclosed is the author's and is rated Mature. Story may contain some graphic content.
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I know many don't like author's notes- but I promise this will be the only extensive one because, well, it's been a while. Real life and all that. Crazy real life, new jobs, new city, new house, two small crazy adorable busy kids. So, yeah that's where it's at.
A couple things: TGV (Covert Redemption) is in the works- really hoping to have it published on Amazon and Smashwords soon. It will just be part one (of two- because honestly what was I thinking when I made that so freaking long!), but it's very close. Thank you for your patience with that. Also, A Fire So Deep has really been fun to write and publish. It is available on Smashwords and Amazon if you're interested.
On to this story. This is a little bit of writing that struck me lately. I have had a lot of requests for an extension of the Ellie and Nolan story- so here it is. Not sure how long it will be or how many chapters (probably 5 or 6 tops). It amazes me how many of you have reread The Senator's Son. That's where it all started for me. It's not the best- as I now know several stories later- but it's very dear to me and I have left it as is as an exercise to see how far I've come in this process. I love that I STILL get reviews on it. So THANK YOU, to all of you who have been with me for so long, and who are just reading now, I truly appreciate it.
On to the story…
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You Really Got Me
Chapter 1
22 years later (1.5 years after the Ellie and Nolan chapter)
December 18
Ellie Cullen
"You can't be serious, EJ?"
"I'm completely serious Ellie." EJ sighed into the phone. "If you're not there, Mom and Dad are going to be super pissed."
I sighed, frustrated, as I put the phone between my shoulder and ear and hoisted my stuffed suitcase from the conveyor belt. I continued to listen to my brother ramble on about his new girlfriend's opening night of The Nutcracker. Apparently this girl was the best ballet dancer in the Northwest and my entire family loved her. Though I was pretty sure they just loved that EJ found someone he stayed with for more than a few months.
Personally, I was convinced that he just liked hooking up with her because she was a dancer and Makenna was so busy with residency that she didn't have time for a relationship. We all knew EJ and Makenna would end up together eventually, the timing just hadn't been right.
My eyes scanned the waiting area for a head of strawberry-blonde hair as my usually to-the-point brother droned on and on about this girl. I hadn't seen him since Thanksgiving due to my finals and his busy work schedule. But it was the longest we had gone without seeing each other. I didn't like to admit it to anyone, but I was head over heels for Dr. Kavanaugh. So much so, that I had big news for him tonight when we went to dinner.
I finally spotted him at the far end where the last luggage carousel was located and yanked my bag in that direction. Just as I was closing in, he turned and gave me a blinding smile. I reached my hand out and clasped his fingers as I stopped right in front of him, breathless and so excited to see him.
"EJ, I'm sorry, but I can't go tonight. I have plans. Mom and Dad will understand, trust me. I'll meet her at Christmas."
"Fine." He grumbled. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Ok, tomorrow. Love ya, bye."
"You too, bye."
I threw my phone in my purse before leaning in to give him a long, slow kiss.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I missed you." I admitted.
"I missed ya too, so much." With his hands on my face, he drew me in. His lips claimed mine until we were melded together in a searing kiss. I dropped the handle of my bag and threw my arms around his shoulders to meet him.
We pulled away all too soon, but not before I heard a few throats clear around us.
"Ya look amazin'." He breathed.
"This old thing." I looked down at my oversized sweater, leggings and boots.
Nolan leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Yer legs look a mile long in this." His fingers trailed down my side and I wanted nothing than to be out of the airport and in his bed.
"You look pretty hot yourself Dr. Kavanaugh." I gave him a sultry grin, taking in his worn leather bomber jacket, perfectly fitting jeans and white t-shirt. His eyes flashed with something as he gave me a half grin.
"Let's get out of here."
"Agreed." I grabbed his hand and started to pull on my large suitcase.
"Let me." He grabbed it from me and I shook my head and smiled.
"Always the gentleman."
"Well not always." He smiled cheekily and flashed him a wicked grin and sped up my pace.
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"Right there?"
"A little to the left."
"There."
"Mmmm, yeah…right there."
"You're so tight."
"I know." I moaned into the pillow as Nolan's expert hands worked over my back. My shoulders and neck were stiff from hunching over my desk studying and then sitting on the five hour flight to Seattle.
He kneaded my muscles until I was melting into his amazing Egyptian cotton sheets.
"So good." I mumbled into the pillow, halfway to sleep, until I felt his fingers move lower and lower.
"Still sleepy?" He said roughly as I felt his lips on my spine and his fingers slowly massaging the flesh of my ass.
"No." I groaned as they move further and further to the center.
Before I knew it my back lifted and I had warm lips and nimble fingers sucking and pushing and pulling until I was soaring. Warm hands traveled my legs and up my back to my breasts before his body covered mine again. Turning me on my side, he slid into me from behind and turned my head to kiss him. I thrust my tongue in his mouth to deepen the kiss while I covered his hand that was now where we joined.
I loved it like this. The entire length of our bodies connected and he moved slowly but so deeply. His hands moved from my nipples, lower and back again until our pace quickened. Once again he pushed me up on my knees as I held on to the sheets for dear life and then shattered. He followed soon after with a deep groan and collapsed on the bed, pulling me to him.
"God, I love ya."
I sighed, content and sated and so sleepy. "I love you too."
"Sleep. I'm sure you've been pulling a lot of all nighters lately."
I hummed, thinking "if he only knew why", but too tired to get into our conversation just yet.
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When I awoke a few hours later, the daylight had faded to near blackness in Nolan's bedroom. I sat up, stretching and feeling much more refreshed, yet deliciously sore in new areas as well. The fire between us never seemed to wane. It was as if we were together for the first time, every time, but better. I couldn't explain it. If someone had told me a year and a half ago that I would even be considering what I was going to do in the next few weeks, I would have told them they were crazy.
But here I was, in my boyfriend's house on the cusp of moving back to Seattle and possibly taking an even bigger leap.
I slipped out of bed and grabbed my robe from the closet before using some mouthwash and meandering downstairs. I could smell something amazing in the kitchen and my stomach grumbled since I hadn't eaten a real meal since breakfast.
I walked up behind Nolan as he stood at the stove stirring some sort of sauce. Wrapping my arms around him I kissed his back and sighed.
"Hey."
"Hey, how didya sleep?" He asked. His thick Irish accent still got the best of me.
"So good. What time is it?"
"7:00. I thought ya might be ready for some dinner. I hope yer fine with stayin' in?" He turned and kissed my cheek as he looked at me.
"I am. I'm so ready to just relax for a few days."
"Me too. I can't believe I was able to get so much time off over the holidays. I guess it pays to not take a vacation for nearly two years." He smiled.
I chuckled, my eyes now moving to the pot on the stove. "What are we having?"
"Chicken Alfredo and garlic bread, and then I got yer favorite chocolate cake from Belle Bakery."
"You're the best, thank you." I kissed him and turned to uncork the wine he'd set on the counter and poured us each a glass. A tray of cheese and bread was already sitting on the island and I dove in as I sipped the easy red.
"Didya talk to yer parents?" Nolan asked as he finished the sauce.
"Yeah, I told them we would be over tomorrow night for dinner. I hope that's okay?"
"Of course." He paused, still focusing on the sauce before him as he stirred in the pasta and chicken. "Have ya thought any more about my offer?" He said quietly.
I sipped my wine, not wanting to give up the game completely. We had been dating for nearly a year and a half. It wasn't long in the scheme of things, but after speaking to my father the day my nephew was born, I knew. There was no turning back.
I had spent the rest of the first summer at home and then flown back once a month to see Nolan. He had been out to D.C. a handful of times as well, though he couldn't get away as easily due to his busy schedule. But every weekend we spent together it was as though we had known each other for a lifetime. Our age difference didn't matter, nor did his affiliation with my family. We simply clicked. His laid back personality was a perfect balance to my more ambitious and fiery one and we shared similar interests. We were never at a loss for things to talk about or do.
It was easy, natural, like breathing.
But a small part of me worried that I was jumping into things. I was only 25 after all. He had traveled, he'd been married before, he'd lived in other places. I had only lived in Seattle and D.C. and studied abroad in London for a semester. Though I'd done my fair share of traveling as a child and throughout college and graduate school, there was still so much I wanted to do and see.
Were the two mutually exclusive though? I hoped not.
Regardless, I missed him terribly every time I was back in D.C. Though he was very supportive and didn't say it, I knew it was hard for him as well. He liked me in his home, in his life, sharing daily idiosyncrasies with him.
Which was why, over Thanksgiving, he had offered to move to D.C. with me.
Now it was up to me.
I did want him, but I'd decided I didn't want to stay in D.C. Once my nephew was born and I'd met Nolan something in me started to shift. I wanted to be closer to home and closer to him and my family on a daily basis.
What he didn't know, was that I had pushed through and finished my degree early. My only requirement now was to complete an internship for one more semester. I'd just found out I could complete it with the State Department office in Seattle.
I set my glass down on the island and took a deep breath. I was potentially taking a giant leap.
"Actually yes," I paused. "I don't want you to do it."
Nolan turned with his eyes saddening as they looked at me. "Okay…"
"Because," I bit my lip, looking away and trying not to smile before I looked back at him. "I'm not going to be in D.C."
He quickly shut off the stove and moved the pot to a trivet before looking back at me. I glanced over his taught frame in his white t-shirt and jeans as he gave me a peculiar glance.
I could have this every day.
"What are ya sayin'?" He asked tentatively.
"I accepted an internship."
"Where?"
I smirked at him, taking another sip of my wine and then setting the glass back down before looking at him. "In Seattle."
"Really?" He let out a breath. "So does that mean yer movin' back?"
I nodded, "yeah."
Nolan was around the island in a flash and scooping me up in his arms and hungrily attacking my lips.
"Are you sure about this?" He said pulling back.
"Completely. I want…" I trailed off as I put my hands on his face. Did I really want to tell him how much I wanted him? It scared me and surprised me sometimes.
But I took a deep breath, ready to admit it out loud for once. "I want to be with you. I want to be closer to my family. I still want to travel and see the world and live life for a few years, but yeah…I really want this."
His eyes sparkled with tenderness as he pulled me into his arms again. I felt so safe in his arms, whole. Whenever I was in Seattle, especially at his place, my life felt balanced, easy.
He loosened his hold and gave me a kiss which quickly turned heated. My back met the island as I lifted a leg to pull him into me. But he soon slowed and stepped back, taking a deep breath.
"C'mon, let's eat. We'll have plenty of time fer that later." He smirked and I nodded in acquiescence.
Over dinner I told him about my finishing my classes early and my internship. I was excited to be working with the State Department. I wasn't sure what my duties would entail yet, but I was ready to be done with school and move into the real world.
After dinner Nolan and I settled on the couch to watch a movie, but as it usually did, lying led to cuddling, which led to kissing, which led to him taking me to his bedroom. Though he was nine years older than me, he was always just as ready as I was. On our weekends together we could never get enough of each other, yet tonight seemed even more passionate, as though every push, every pull sent ripples through every nerve ending. It was slow and sensual, speeding up, only to slow down again to make it last longer. Frontways and backwards, behind and on top we moved together until finally we couldn't take it anymore and we fell apart, eyes locked on one another and chest to chest.
As we lay together in bed afterward, the sound of rain pelting the windows outside, I could tell something was on his mind. His fingertips trailed up and down my back as I lay my head on his chest. No longer tired since I had a nap, just content, I closed my eyes and listened to his heart beating right under my ear.
When I felt him take a deep breath as though he was going to say something, but then held it in momentarily, I knew something was up.
I lifted my head to look at him and could see him staring at the ceiling.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
He turned to look at me, turning something over in his head. I sat up on my elbow and put my hand on his chest as he stared at me.
"What is it?"
But he pulled me back down on my side and turned to his side to face me. He put his hand in my hair and traced his fingers down my jaw as I watched him intently.
"Move in with me."
I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it just as fast. It hadn't even crossed my mind but, now that he brought it up, I wanted it.
"I know yer young, I know ya want to live life and travel and get yer career started. I promise I won't stand in the way of that. I will support ya anything ya do. But now that yer going to be back, I just want ya here. With me."
"Yeah?" I half-smiled as I looked at his aquamarine eyes.
"Yeah. And someday, I want to marry ya." He said seriously.
He looked at me intently, probably waiting for me to run screaming from the room. It wasn't as though we hadn't discussed it, but it had only been in passing, or vague reference. Though I knew he was it for me. I had known for a long time, but now, the timing was finally on our side.
I smiled at him, causing him to return it. "Well someday I want to marry you too."
His smile grew as he kissed me soundly and then pulled me back into his arms.
"I'm so glad to hear ya say that."
I laughed and hummed into his embrace as I thought of something else.
"Good. And yes, I'll move in with you, on one condition."
He pulled back to look at me. "Anything."
"You have to tell my father." I barely contained my laugh as his eyes went wide and he visibly shuddered.
Then he sighed and kissed my head. "I suppose it's only fair since I'm stealin' his little girl."
I laughed out loud this time, both of us knowing how untrue that statement was.
"You know it didn't require any stealing."
"Maybe not, but I feel like I'm the one gettin' away with the haul."
"Mmmm. You mean you got the booty?" I teased as my hand started to descend his chest.
"Aye, a really fantastic booty." He grinned lecherously as I moved on top of him and he grabbed said booty fully with both hands.
"A booty you can have anytime you want now."
"I might die, but I'll die a happy man." He chuckled and we continued to reunite in the best of ways.
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You Really Got Me….pretty self-explanatory.
A few more chapters soon.
~AMJ – A. Jameson.