Second Chance at Love

“I’ve got a good feeling about tonight.” Penny told her friends. “I’m going to meet HIM tonight. THE ONE. I know it!”

Kira laughed. “You’ve said that before, and met a guy, and been so certain he’s The One, and look at you, still single.”

Penny wasn’t going to be put off. “They were practise ‘Ones’,” she insisted.”Tonight’s man is going to be the actual One.”

She flicked her hair as she turned from her friends, her eyes scanning the busy bar. The place was pulsing with energy; music, lights, laughter, and Penny felt bouyed by it, as though she were somehow floating above the ground.

Her man was somewhere here, she just had to find him.

The crowd parted for a moment, and her gaze fell on a man sitting at the bar, with short dark hair and a close-cropped beard.

“Oh!” She squealed, clutching Kira. “There!” she pointed, just as the crowd closed the gap.

“Which one?” Stella asked, peering at the crowd. “They all look like they’ve got partners, Penny.”

“Not them. Him!” She stood on a chair, not caring what anyone around her thought.

The crowd parted again, and Penny was able to climb down from her seat. “See.”

“Is that Tristan?”

Penny nodded. “I always told you he was the one. Our timing was just out.”

“He seems to have a girlfriend.” Stella pointed out the woman sitting across from him.

Penny frowned, but she wasn’t going to be put off that easily. Sidling around the room she found a place where she could see the couple.

They didn’t look like they were in a relationship. Tristan, in fact, didn’t look like he wanted to be there at all, his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth turned down.

Penny sidled closer. The woman slid a beer across table. “You need to get out there and have some fun,” she shouted over the music. “You can’t mope about forever.”

Didn’t sound like a girlfriend to Penny.

“Uh. Hi!” She sat down at the table, not worried about making a fool of herself. Everything worth having required risk, and sometimes, that risk was looking like an idiot.

“Penny?” Tristan’s mouth dropped open.

“Yep. How’s it going? Hope I’m not interrupting—” She glanced at the woman. ”Just haven’t seen Tristan in such a long time, and I was hoping we could catch up.”

The woman held out her hand. “I’m Selene, Tristan’s sister. He lost his job a fortnight ago, and he’s fallen into a funk and won’t get out of it.”

Penny’s heart soared at the word ‘sister’, and she made a mental note to boast to her friends about how right her instincts were.

Her gaze turned to Tristan. “You lost your job?”

He nodded.

“The one you left me for?”

He nodded again.

“And now you’re back for good?”

Another nod.

“And you’re single?”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said.

Penny beamed. “So you going to join me on the dance floor?”

He shrugged. “I’m a worthless bum, stuck living with my parents again. You sure you want that?”

“You could come live with me, instead. Landlord needs someone to help with his book-keeping, that’s what you do, isn’t it? Why not work for yourself?”

His eyes widened, as though the thought had never occurred to him.

“So, you gonna come dance? Or should we skip that and head back to my place to reconnect?”

*

They went back to Penny’s place, her friends shaking their head in disbelief as she waved goodbye.

He kissed her in the back of the taxi, his hand sliding up her skirt so his thumb could tease her clit.

She slid off his jacket, unbuttoning her shirt to slide a hand over his chest.

They had six months of separation to catch up on, and they weren’t wasting any time.

Penny paid for the taxi, and they left a trail of clothes from her apartment door all the way to her bedroom where Tristan threw her onto the bed and delved between her legs, sucking and licking her clit like it was the last thing he was ever going to do.

She moaned, her back arching as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her body. Tristan had always known exactly how to please her, and he clearly hadn’t forgotten.

She spread her legs wider, tweaking her nipples and playing with her breasts as Tristan’s actions made her forget about everything but the two of them.

Soon she came, reaching down to pull him up so his body rested on hers. She kissed him, her tongue seeking out his to taste herself on him, and wrapped her legs around his hips, tilting her own so that when he pushed his cock slid deep inside.

He groaned, holding still for a moment, as though to savour the feeling of being balls deep inside her.

“You feel so good,” she breathed the words, holding him close.

“So do you.”

They began to thrust, slowly at first, but soon building up to speed, gasping and grasping each other as they came to climax.

“God I missed you,” he said, as he rolled over, pulling her close.

“Told you that job wasn’t worth it.” She smirked, giving him a quick kiss.

“It told me one thing,” he said, holding her gaze. “I should’ve never left you.”

“So you think I’m your one?” She asked, already certain of the answer.

He laughed. “Yeah. I do. In fact, I know you’re my One.”

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