Rekindling Love (British Billionaires Series) (14 page)

“
It doesn't matter what I think Susie.”

“
Yes it does. Can you wait a second? Let me catch up.”

His long legs were striding down the street. Tottering in her high heels, she decided to remove them to run and catch him.

“
Why are you going after him?” shouted Dylan as she disappeared into the darkness.

“
Rupert, please!”

Flat footed it was easier to run, but the grimy pavement and dangers to her bare feet were making it problematic to catch him.

Stopping, he saw her picking her way through the strewn rubbish by the pale light of the street lamps. Returning, he charged as if he were a bull, only to grab her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. He did it with ease. Susan knew he wouldn't drop her, even as she beat his back with her tiny fists. They made no impact on the leather of his jacket. Her attempts were amusing to Rupert, but he was also aware a cry for help at this hour could have him on the receiving end of many a knight in white armor who might misread the situation.

“
Rupert, put me down.”

“
Susie. Shush.”

“
It's Saturday night. I will not have you hushing me.”

He planted her on her feet. She realized it was the front entrance to the theater.

“
How did you know I was here?”

He pointed at the posters.

“
There I was thinking you'd paid a private investigator to track me down.”

“
Nothing so exciting, I'm afraid. I just remember Imogen telling me the name of the show.”

Taking in the poster, he was able to appreciate how beautiful Susie photographed. The leading man was handsome. The outfits were dated.

“
Rekindling Love
. It sounds corny,” he said critically but not unfriendly.

“
It's so cheesy you would put it on your macaroni,” she admitted honestly.

“
What's it about?”

“
It's a bold statement in a way. Love over politics. Certainly choosing love over freedom or finding freedom by choosing love. Childhood sweethearts in the second world war. The guy joins the army, then ducks out after horrors he's seen to track her down to make sure she's safe and sound. Protecting her becomes more important to him than protecting his country.”

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He finds her,” guessed Rupert.

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He does.”

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They fall in love,” he concluded.

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Of course. There are a few bumps and jolts along the way.”

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Is it as wonderful as they claim?”

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We've been open for a year in the West End of London. They're opening ticket sales for another two years, so it's made an impact.”

“
Rekindling love. Do you think it's possible?” asked Rupert, unable to take his eyes from the poster.

“
What?”

“
To rekindle romance?”

“
Absolutely. As long as there was romance there to begin with,” said Susie unhesitatingly.

“
What's romance anyway? It's not love,” he sneered.

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No, but it is associated with love. Certainly with being in love.”

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It's about mystery and energy and enthusiasm.”

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Don't you think those qualities can be rekindled in a loving relationship?”

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The question is, are those qualities important in a relationship?” he asked cynically.

“
You tell me.”

“
I don't know. I don't think I know much about anything these days. Certainly not love.”

“
Why did you come tonight, Rupert? Was it for the gym?”

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I came to tell you if we're at peace, then we need to let each other go.”

“
I wasn't aware we were holding onto each other.”

“
No? Not even when you told me to dump those other women?”

“
I never said that. I wasn't freeing you for myself. Don't flatter yourself, Rupert. I wanted to make sure they didn't end up hurt. Staying with you, doing things for you, believing in your words, all under false pretense,” emphasized Susan.

“
Like you did?”

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Like I did.”

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Even though as soon as I did as you asked, as soon as I cut them out of my life, the marvelous Susan-Marie Thompson agreed to a date.”

“
I thought it was dinner, not a date. And I thought it was about finding peace?”

“
Why did we need to find peace Susie?” he turned the question back to her.

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To let each other go.”

“
Exactly. If you needed to find peace to let us go, common sense dictates you must had to have been holding on in order for the need to let go to arise.”

Susie couldn't argue with his logic, mainly because it was true.

“
Are you going to be okay with this?” he was genuinely worried.

“
I'm not fifteen. I wasn't that bothered back then. It's easy to bounce back from life's trials and tribulations when you're younger. You're more robust. Me more than most given my size, as you felt the need to publicly inform me in front of Nikki,” she joked feebly. “Having you out of my life will only benefit for me. It'll pave a way forward. So yes, Rupert Locke-Smythe, I'm definitely going to be okay about this,” she insisted.

“
Susie, don't get angry with me, as if I've continued to wrong. You left school before the semester finished. I haven't been in your life for years.”

“
Oh Rupert, you couldn't be any further from the truth.”

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Susie. I studied at Harvard, you studied in Central London. I go home to work in the UK, you're on stage in the USA. The minute I came over here five years ago, you decide to take up permanent residency in London's West End.”

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Didn't you ever wonder why?” she growled.

The anger was palpable.

“
Are you that blind, Rupert, that you don’t know why that chain of events happened? I love you. I couldn't lose you from my heart. I couldn't drop you and forget about you. I wasn't consciously holding on, but I didn't know how to lose the emotional grip you had on me. Did you think an ocean would somehow stop my heart beating for you? Did you think because you didn't love me, that I'd stop loving you?”

He kissed her hard on the mouth. Crushing her lips, she was aware of his brute strength. Pushing her against the doors of the theater, the locked chain rattled. His hands went under her top. Though she was pummeling his chest, he persisted. The warmth of his hands had her slowing her beating, balled fists. They opened and her hands went to his chest. She could feel the solid definition.

She badly wanted to hate him. But here they were. Together in the moonlight on Broadway at last. His tongue went into her mouth as his hands sought her bra strap.

“
Rupert we're too exposed.”

His blue eyes were so dark she could barely see them. Hands under her armpits, he lifted her. Immediately her legs wrapped around his waist. Effortlessly, he carried her to the rear of the theater. The stage door was tucked in a side street. The nook of the entrance allowed them privacy to hide themselves from the outer brick walls.

Wasting no time, he placed Susie down. Her hands went to the belt buckle of his jeans. Without warning, his hands slipped into the waistband of her jeans. Swiftly moving to the front he undid the button and unzipped the fly. Kissing her deeply, he groaned as his fingers were free to roam inside her cotton briefs. That she was wet to his touch had his erection forcing itself against his boxers. To finally hear the belt unbuckle open and feel her hands fumble to undo his jeans had him close to climax there and then. The coolness of her hand wrapping around his thick shaft slowed the mood for him. As she worked it, he wasn't prepared to wait any longer. He'd been waiting fifteen years.

Spinning her to the bolted stage doors, Susan pressed her hands against them for support. Lustily, he shoved her jeans past her knees, in order for her to part her stance to allow him access. Wanton and willing, she bent a little and spread her legs.

Hand on the base of his cock, he guided it between her plump, slippery lips. She moaned at the sensation. The moment had arrived when she was going to have her way with Rupert Locke-Smythe. Leaving his shaft in the crevice, he continued to let his hard-on slide back and forth, so the round helmet made contact with her clit. The sensation of the lubrication and smooth round erogenous zones mutually connecting was unbelievably sensual. Susan sensed a shiver in her own thighs as a jolt of electricity emitted from her nub. Subtly removing a condom from his wallet, he tore open the packet with his teeth.

Pulling back one final time, he sheathed himself. With his next slide Rupert directed his erection into her slit. Tight, he stretched it causing them to gasp in unison. His girth stretched her, eliciting foreign sensations from unfamiliar nerve endings. There was nothing rough and ready about the passion. Though public and impulsive, he was consumed by affection and something deeper as he rhythmically slid in and out of her, his hands on her hips to support the longing he had to connect as one with her. Pace increasing gradually, he slid a hand over the soft curve of her stomach, heading for her bud. Having reached the delicate nub his fingers lightly circled it. Her body shivered at his touch. The touch she'd dreamed of since she was a virginal teen.

Susan felt a wave of sadness wash over her. It had always been Rupert she had hoped would be her first. That he wasn't was heart wrenching. What she feared most, even as she was covered by his perfectly proportioned manly frame, was that she wanted him to be her last. A thought she couldn't afford. He may have had a rough youth, which explained the behavior then, but was he in fact a changed man?

Thoughts were clouded by the sex – or was it making love? Her concentration returned to the physical. Moving as a well-oiled machine, it was as if their bodies were carved to fit perfectly. His magical fingers and pumping hard-on took her over the brink. It wasn't long till her hands were scratching and clawing at the door for support as the orgasm ran through her entire body. The strength of her reaction to his actions had the same effect for Rupert. Forever gentle, he drove himself in her once more as he climaxed.