It's after ten when I wake up, expecting an empty flat. When I head to the kitchen in the hopes of finding that espresso that Jungkook hinted at, I'm surprised to hear his voice as I approach. His back is to me, and I realize that he's on his phone. I shouldn't eavesdrop, but I do and I tell myself it's only so I can admire the delicious vision of Jungkook shirtless.

"No...you were right...I know...no it's too soon for that...That's no the same thing, and you know it." He drags a hand through his rumpled blond waves. "yeah...I canna push it though..."

As soon as he turns to face the coffeemaker, he spots me and there's a momentary flash of alarm in his eyes that fades almost as soon as it surfaced. Then he gives me a warm smile and gestures to the coffeemaker, where I spy two shots of espresso. He motions to a cup on the counter in front of him and I understand that he means both those shots are mine.

"I need to go...yeah...you too..." He adds something in frensh, and then sets his phone down beside his mug. "Good morning." He leans back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest, causing most of his upper body to ripple and flex. God he's so fucking sexy. I kind of want to pin him to the counter and let him take me right here. How is it that I already want him again, when we had so much sex last night?

He adds, "I guess you decided to sleep in your own bed after all."

I knock back one of the shots of espresso and set down the empty cup as I study his expression. It didn't sound like an accusation and he doesn't look upset, but I still feel the need to explain myself.

He beats me to the punch, as if he can see right inside my head. "I told you that you're in control, Yuri. If you prefer to sleep alone, it's fine by me. It just means I cant wake you up with my tongue between those pretty legs of yours." He winks and stalks off towards his room.

Well shit.

-

Jungkook works. I sightsee. We fuck-a lot. Anytime that he's not working, it seems as though we're naked and making each other fall to pieces. I'm pretty sore initially, my body unaccustomed to such frequent but pleasurable invasions, not to mention Jungkook's impressive girth.

I start to venture out for runs each morning. I also start to do yoga in my room, buying a cheap mat at a nearby fitness shop. All of the exercise definitely helps loosen me up.

As Jungkook and I become intimately more familiar with each other, we become more comfortable in other ways too. Some mornings I take my Kindle and sit at Jeon's, reading and chatting with Jungkook during lulls in pub traffic. On the nights when he's not there or at the club, we lie on his couch, watching old black-and-white movies or British serials. Sometimes he reclines at the opposite end of the couch from me, his feet in my lap so I can massage them. He likes having his feet rubbed, and I find I love doing it for him, relishing his moans of delight that often get other parts of him stimulated. Other times our limbs are so entangled that I'm not sure where he ends and I begin. That often leads to long, lazy make-out sessions. Jungkook has perfected the art of kissing, and I'm a glutton for it.

A few days later, when I return from a morning run, I find a black box tied with a red satin ribbon, in the center of my bed. My fingers unravel the neat bow, allowing me to lift the lid. A folded sheet of paper sits atop a bed of delicate red tissue paper. When I unfold it, I see Jungkook's neat handwriting scrawled across the page.

Yuri-

I have a business dinner this evening and I'd love your company. You'll find a dress hanging in your closet. I hope it fits, took a chance on size. What's in this box better be underneath it. Be ready at 6.

An eddy of excitement swirls through me as I pick past the tissue paper and my fingers find purchase with embroidered lace. I raise the racy garment out of the box and study the corset. It's gorgeous and I can tell it's expensive. A thrill courses through me at the idea of wearing it for Jungkook.

And later that evening, after I've showered and blow-dried my hair and am about to get dressed, I stand in front of the mirror and admire the way the lingerie looks on me. It's constricting, but not painfully so. The strapless cups are embroidered with black lace, which continues in a narrow panel down my stomach. A tiny bow adorns the center of the cups. The rest of the bustier is a delicate sheer ivory mesh. The matching thong sits low on my hips, and a garter belt attaches to lace-trimmed stockings. My pulse quickens. I can't wait for him to see me in this. And then I have a wickeder thought-I can't wait for him to get me out of this.

I pace the flat waiting for him to arrive-I don't want to sit for too long and risk wrinkling my dress. I have to reapply my lipgloss twice because I lick and chew my lips so much.

At ten minutes to six, I hear his keys in the lock, and I hold my breath. He steps inside, dressed in his Jeon's attire, and he stops in his tracks as his eyes land on me. He mutters a long phrase in frensh, and he doesn't move, his gaze raking up and down my body several times.

He walks towards me slowly and I can smell sweat and the aromas of the pub on him. I give a little gasp of surprise when he cups my breast and then skims his hand down my waist.

"You've got the perfect tits for this dress, amoureuse. I knew it the moment I saw it." Then he laughs and gestures down at his pants, where I can see his arousal beginning to tent the fabric. "My shower might not be as quick as I thought."

It's my turn to ogle when he emerges from his room nearly fifteen minutes later. He must have a suit for every day of the month, because I have yet to see him wear the same one twice. This one is a simple classic black, three pieces, and his red tie matches the ruby flecks in my black halter dress. As much as I love his hair when it's neat and styled like it is now, I have the urge to drag my fingers through it and muss it up-preferably while I'm riding his cock.

He grins at me. "What kind of naughty thoughts are going through that little head of yours?"

I bite my lip to contain my own smile. "Not me," I say, with mock innocence. "I'll be on my best behavior all night."

Jungkook's eyes darken imperceptibly as he grabs my shawl from the barstool. He wraps it around my shoulders and whispers in my ear, "I hope no."

We take a car service to the restaurant. On the short ride, he fills me in as to the details of his meeting. Apparently his brother is interested in hiring two djays, brothers named Heath and Zane, for periodic guest gigs at the club. I don't ask why his brother isn't doing the meeting if it's his idea, as it's none of my business. Jungkook apologizes for what he says he imagines will be a boring evening for me and thanks me for agreeing to come along. He assures me that the food at the restaurant is fabulous and I can order whatever I want. Then he lowers his voice and promises to reward me for my company once the meal is over. A frisson of anticipation slithers down my spine.

When we arrive, we're shown to a roomy but intimate booth nestled in a corner, with two chairs opposite the leather bench that runs along the wall. Heath and Zane are already seated in the chairs.

"Gentlemen," Jungkook greets them. They rise and the three of them exchange handshakes, and then Jungkook winds his arm around my waist. "This is Yuri. She's filling in for my brother tonight." He winks at me. I smile back, a bit relieved. I wasn't sure how he was going to introduce me. It's not like I'm his girlfriend, and he can't very well tell them that I'm, for all intents and purposes, squatting in his flat and fucking his brains out each night.

"She's an improvement over your brother for sure," Zane says, grinning at me. I smile at both of them and carefully slide into the booth.

While the three of them talk contracts and logistics, I sip my wine and indulge in lobster bisque and some kind of filet. Jungkook's right-listening to them is entirely boring. I amuse myself by watching him. Mostly I'm fixated on his hands. Seeing him doing ordinary things, like breaking off a piece of bread, or cutting into his porterhouse, only gets me thinking about the ways he uses his hands on my body, and before long I feel myself getting antsy to be alone with him.

A little after nine, I'm surprised but not disappointed when they thank Jungkook for his time, say goodbye to both of us, and walk away from our table. Jungkook immediately slides closer to me on the bench.

"They had a standing gig that starts at ten. The club they spin at is right across the street from here, so this was a convenient meeting place. But you and I are no done yet. "

Our server arrives once the table has been cleared, and she asks if we'd like to see a dessert menu. I see the suggestive glint in Jungkook's eyes as he says dessert would be nice, though I don't think he's talking about food. My stomach clenches pleasantly.

"What looks good?" he asks thickly, perusing the menu as his hand grips my thigh under the table.

"Um-that," I say, but truly I have no idea what I point to. The way he's massaging my leg has my blood heating. When the server walks away, he starts to lean in towards me.

"Jungkook! Fancy running into you here."

I look across the table as a blonde who is all teeth and tits settles herself in Heath's vacated seat. She's spilling out of her strapless red dress, and her breasts rise even more when she rests her elbows on the table and beams at Jungkook.

He gives the woman a polite smile and says, "Hello, Cass." His grip tightens on my leg, as if he's trying to reassure me with his touch. In response, I go one step further. My hand climbs his thigh and splays directly over his crotch. I dig my fingers into the fabric, easily locating his cock. It twitches at my touch. He turns to me and I see the little muscle in his jaw pulse. I purse my lips at him and grope him more purposefully, feeling him swell under my palm.

The server returns and sets some kind of cobbler in front of me, declaring with a proud flourish, "Pear, stilton, and walnut crumble."

"Thank you," I say, reaching for my fork with my left hand, since my right hand is otherwise occupied. Jungkook coughs and reaches for his scotch, taking a healthy sip. He gets harder and harder as I continue to rub him.

"So, ah, Cassandra, are you with someone tonight?" he asks.

This Cassandra pouts and nods. "It's not going very well. He's boring."

I suck a mouthful of my crumble off the fork and squeeze Jungkook's now rock-hard cock again. Is this woman actually flirting with him in front of me? I try not to think about the fact that Jungkook has made no effort to introduce me to her, or that she's given me no more than a cursory glance. I keep massaging him, fueled by a heady mix of my jealousy and his breathing, which confirms to me that he's starting to lose control. I'm getting just as turned on by what I'm doing to him, not to mention the heightened excitement of doing it right here in the restaurant. My panties are damp and my clit is desperate for some friction. I shift in my seat, but it does nothing to alleviate the ache. I need Jungkook touching me too.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he says. I notice how strained his voice has become, but I don't know that Cassandra does.

She sighs. "I'd much rather be with your brother. I dont know why he doesn't call me anymore. He hasn't answered my texts in over a week."

My hand freezes at the mention of his brother. And then it hits me: This woman isn't interested in Jungkook-she's interested in his brother and she's fishing for information from him.

He gives her a sympathetic smile. "You know him, Cass. He does what he's going to do. He's going to have to grow up sometime. Be patient. If it's meant to be it will be."

"Thank you," she says softly. She suddenly looks remorseful and embarrassed. "Gosh...I'm so rude. I'm so sorry for interrupting your date. I-I should get back to mine, no matter how bad he is. Thank you again, Jungkook." She finally gives me a smile full of apology as she stands and strides off.

Jungkook plucks the fork from my hand and digs it into the crumble. He lifts it to my mouth, his eyes glittering with lust. I resume stroking his cock and part my lips to accept the dessert, but he pulls the fork away and takes a bite himself.

"That wasn't very nice of you, getting me all worked up whilst I was trying to have a conversation with her," he says, but the tone of his voice betrays any actual reprimand his words might hold. He lifts another forkful of the cobbler to my lips. I hesitate before opening my mouth, but when he doesn't pull back this time, I let him feed me the bite. As I chew, he lines up his mouth with my ear. Goose bumps erupt all over my skin.

"You were jealous of her, were you no," he says, chuckling, "until you figured out that she's one of my brother's fuck buddies and no a threat to you..."

His lips start to worry my neck, his hand skimming up and down my thigh, gathering the hem of my dress. My napkin falls to the bench beside me. I whimper and my palm clamps down over his hard-on. His hips jut into my hand and he bites my earlobe.

"I might have to make you jealous more often, because you've got me so fucking hard for you, baby. And I'll bet you're soaked." His fingers trail up my inner thigh, plucking the strap of the garter belt teasingly before pushing aside my panties. He makes a little noise as his fingers easily locate my clit. "Mmm, I'm right. You're so very wet for me," he whispers. A contented sigh parts my lips as he presses down on the aching nub, nudging me towards the release I've been craving.

"Do you think I can get you off right here?" he challenges.

I stifle a moan and fight to keep my eyes open as I nod mutely. I'm so fucking aroused that my orgasm has built up quickly. It's not going to take him long at all. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed and anyone who looked at us carefully would know exactly what we're doing. Jungkook retains some composure, however, when the waitress returns and he asks for the check.

I release my grip on his erection and fumble with the zipper on his pants. He curses when I ease the zipper down and snake my hand inside, where I'm shocked to find the hot, hard length of him.

"Are you not wearing anything under your pants?" I hiss.

He smirks. "I usually dont."

My stomach ripples with this knowledge. Stealing another glimpse around the room to be sure no one is staring at us, I hastily lick my palm and return it to his cock. I start to pump him, and his fingers move swiftly around my clit.

I don't know how he manages to smile at the waitress and hand her his credit card, as if he's not fingering me under the table and his cock isn't firmly in my grasp, but it's a relief when she leaves the leather book on the table and thanks us before disappearing for good. Jungkook gazes at me, his eyes glassy, that vein in his neck throbbing.

"Yuri, baby, you need to...fuck..."

I snatch the napkin from the bench and cover his cock just as I feel him stiffen. He pulses inside the linen until he's spent. Then he tips my chin towards him and gives me a slow kiss that would appear chaste to anyone watching us, but it serves to swallow my whimpers as his fingers light over my clit with a vengeance. He draws taut circles at first, and then he rapidly rubs his index finger back and forth. It takes an insane amount of restraint not to react as I come, soundlessly. His hand goes slack and molds against me tenderly as my orgasm wanes.

My heart is still pounding, however, when he removes the napkin from his lap, folds it up and covertly jams it inside his jacket. He then zips up his pants, and proceeds to sign the credit card receipt, while I shift my panties back into place and smooth my dress down.

He helps me out of the booth, and he draws me into his arms and gives me a kiss that does little to help my already shallow breathing.

"Thank you for coming with me tonight," he whispers against my lips. "I've never enjoyed a business dinner more."

-

We kiss the entire ride back to the flat. It's unhurried and sensual and we lose ourselves in each other, until the driver has to clear his throat to alert us to the fact that we're at our destination. Jungkook hastily thrusts several bills over the seat at him before helping me out of the car. He grasps my hand tightly as he fumbles with his keys and unlocks the flat.

As soon as the door closes behind us, his body traps me against it and his mouth dives down to possess mine. This kiss is ravenous and needy, and I feel it right between my legs.

"I've been waiting all night to get you out of that dress," he pants, right before he skates his mouth over my jaw and sucks. "I cant wait to see how that lingerie looks on you." He cups my ass and lifts me into his arms. My legs automatically hook around his strong thighs, and he walks us through the flat, towards his room, his lips still probing my neck. My fingers thread through his hair, my nails scraping his scalp, my body sizzling with current.

When he sets me down, he does so slowly and deliberately, sliding me down his torso so that I graze his erection. His fingers toy with the clasp at the nape of my neck, releasing the straps of the halter, and he traps me in place with his eyelids at half-mast while his hands ease my dress past my breasts and hips. I'm trembling by the time I step out of it and kick off my heels, standing before him in the corset and stockings.

"Yuri, you are so very beautiful. Let me look at you." he whispers.

I'm not sure what to do with myself as he stares at me. I try not to fidget, and I coil a lock of hair around my finger to busy my restless hands.

"Gorgeous," he echoes. He cradles my neck and tips my chin up to meet his lips. I rise onto my toes to bring our bodies flush against each other as we kiss, and I yank at his suit jacket until he gets the hint and allows me to rid him of it. He walks backwards, perching at the edge of his bed, beckoning me with his finger.

"Perfect," he adds, nuzzling the valley between my breasts, right where the corset dips. He coaxes me to lift one leg, balancing my foot on his thigh, as he unclips the stocking and carefully rolls it down my leg. He repeats the process with my other leg. He brushes his lips along the swells of my breasts as he undoes the corset. It falls to the floor, and he pulls me onto his lap, rolling his tongue over one of my peaked nipples then the other. I arch against his mouth and grind down on his hard-on, my fingers unraveling his tie first before freeing each of the buttons on his shirt from their holes. My hands roam the expanse of his muscled chest, indulging in the feel of the fine hairs under my fingertips.

Jungkook scoots us back, further up the bed, and he flips me onto my stomach and runs his knuckles down my spine. I shudder, pleasure spiraling through my belly. Then his tongue retraces the same path as his fingers hook into the band of my panties. I obediently lift my hips to allow him to drag the scrap of lace down my legs. He tosses the thong aside. His palms squeeze my ass and then I feel his mouth planting hot, open-mouthed kisses all over it.

"Get on all fours for me." The raw passion choking his voice as he issues the command makes my pussy clench. I slide my palms forward and come up to my knees, and I cry out, bowing my back, when he licks up the length of me once.

"You're wet." He licks me again. "But you're no soaked yet. I want you drenched for me, like you were in the restaurant." He clutches my hip with one hand and brings the other one beneath me to tweak my nipple. Heat and moisture collide in the spot where his tongue is.

"You like that-you like me touching your tits?" He palms my whole breast and kneads roughly. I moan and he laps at me again. "Mmm, you're getting there."

I don't think I'll ever tire of the way those r's roll off his tongue-and they're even infinitely more erotic when that tongue is buried in my pussy, vibrating against me. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I drop to my forearms, burying my face in the comforter. His mouth keeps working me over as he eases a finger inside me. I whimper into the quilt and contract my inner muscles around the digit. He issues a deep groan, and then his finger pulls out of me and I hear him unbuckling his belt. I crane my neck over my shoulder and we lock eyes. He grins at me as he sheds his pants, and my gaze lowers to his groin. His cock strains upward, so thick and so hard. Jungkook takes it in his hand and I sink my teeth into my lower lip when I feel the blunt tip of him brush up against my entrance. He moves the head back and forth across my clit several times. I mewl and squirm against him.

"Are you ready for me, amoureuse? Do you want me to fuck you?" I whimper and nod. "Say it. Say it for me."

"I want you to fuck me." My need for him is so intense right now that I don't even care that the plea comes out whiny.

Jungkook crawls past me, kissing my shoulder blade as he retrieves a condom from the nightstand. He ducks around my shoulder to capture my lips briefly and then he rears back. A moment later his fingers grip my hips, and we both sigh as he eases inside me, slowly at first, then fills me with one harsh thrust. His hands haul me back against him as his pelvis bucks forward. His balls slap against the backs of my thighs. I'm a little shocked by how much I love the sound of it, almost as much as I love hearing Jungkook's harsh pants and grunts of pleasure as he slams into me again and again.

"You feel so fucking good, Yuri," he rasps. "God, how did I ever live without you, without fucking you?"

He pulls me up and braces me against his chest, continuing to thrust into me. One hand covers my breast and the other vines around my hipbone. I moan when he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and I loop my arm up around his neck, rolling my hips back to meet his cock. He increases his pace, and I try to keep up with him.

As he pinches my nipple, the coil furls tighter in my abdomen, and my head lolls against his shoulder. I'm so lost in the waves of pleasure that are cresting fast that I almost don't hear him when he murmurs, "Do not come yet."

"Jungkook," I whine. My orgasm is right there. My hand starts to snake down my torso, to where our bodies are joined, but he quickly lets go of my breast and his fingers encircle my wrist, pulling my hand away from its destination.

"I want to watch you when you come," he says, sliding out of me. He twists me around and lays me back on the pillows. He hoists me up, kneeling between my legs, and then drives back into me. His strong arms bracket my shoulders, and I cling to his biceps, moaning his name as he grinds deeper inside me. My eyes roll back and my breaths leave my lungs in short gasps.

"Look at me, baby," he orders, his voice like gravel. "Look at me when I make you come."

I struggle to open my eyes, but when I do, the sight of Jungkook nearly undoes me. He's gazing at me like anticipating the moment he makes me fall apart is all that's holding him together. He gives me a lazy smile and I tighten around his cock. His breath hitches and he thrusts slowly.

"Oh fuck, Jungkook!" I dig my nails into his arms and grit my teeth as the first spasms rock my body. My walls seize his cock. I lift my hips and tuck my knees to my chest, clinging to him as he seeks what will push him over the edge.

My orgasm continues to flow through me, and each of his feverish thrusts graze my sensitive clit, but I fight through it and chant his name, pleading with him to come. He groans, low and deep, and his biceps quake when he finally stiffens and his cock throbs inside me. I lunge up with what little strength I have left and seal our mouths together. I kiss him through his climax, sweeping my tongue inside his mouth, where the faint taste of my arousal lingers.

When we're both finally spent, Jungkook wraps me in his arms, I can still feel him inside me as he kisses my forehead and strokes my hair. We lay in near silence, our labored breathing the only audible sound.

"Jungkook?" I ask, some time later.

"Mmm?"

"Is it always this good?"

He doesn't answer me right away. But then he tucks my hair behind my ear and whispers, "Only with you, ma cherie. Only with you."

I burrow further into his embrace, making no effort to leave his arms tonight, and the tendrils of sleep tug me under before I can ask him what that word means.

-

I'm in the middle of a yoga routine the next afternoon, when a low whistle from the doorway has me twisting my head from where I'm mid Triangle pose. Jungkook leans against the doorjamb, wearing his leather jacket and those worn jeans. His mouth lifts into an appreciative grin.

"So that's how you get that little ass of yours so tight, is it?"

I come out of the pose and plant my hands on my hips, releasing the breath I had been holding. He saunters towards me and grabs one of my hands from my hip, raising it to his mouth to kiss it.

"It's a bonny day outside, very warm for fall. I'm going to go for a ride. I told my brother I wasn't coming to the club tonight, so would you like to get dinner when I get back?"

I press my lips into a line and shake my head. "I have a better idea. Can I go with you now?" My earlier trepidation about riding on his bike is gone. Now that I've had his body skin to skin with mine in about twenty different ways, I can hardly be concerned about pressing up against him fully clothed for a bike ride.

Jungkook's delighted smile elicits one of my own. "Of course," he answers. "I didn't think you wanted to ride with me or I would have invited you along. I'll go wait whilst you change?"

I trail my index finger along his abdominals through his t-shirt. "You said it's warm outside?" I ask as I peel my sports bra over my head.

He nods, his eyes lowering immediately to my bare breasts. "Ah, yeah, for autumn, it's unseasonably warm."

I shimmy out of my cropped leggings and stroll to the closet where I've hung most of my clothes. I snatch a sundress off a hanger and my denim jacket off another, and hold Jungkook's gaze as I slip the dress down over my head. He approaches, and without taking his eyes off me, he hitches up the dress and lifts it back over my head.

"As sexy as you look in that dress, baby, it's no a good idea on a bike. I dont want you getting hurt." He palms my breast and drops his mouth to mine. I shiver and step back before he can get me all turned on, because then we'll never leave this room. I tug on my jeans, grab a clean tank top, and reach for my jacket. He takes it from me and eases it on for me. Then he brushes my hair aside and whispers in my ear, "Come. Let's go for a ride."

The helmet is heavier than I expected, and the seat definitely isn't as cushioned as I'd like, but as he pulls into traffic and we set off, I find that I do love the feel of being right up against Jungkook's back, my arms wrapped tightly around him. Even though he's in front, I feel very safe and protected.

He takes it easy while we are within the city limits, but once we reach the country roads, he accelerates, vaulting my heart into my throat. It's a little scary at first, but I trust Jungkook, and I relax more the farther we ride. At one point, as we meander deeper into the countryside, I even feel brave enough to sit back, gripping the seat beneath me so that I can take in the breathtaking scenery of the frensh hills and valleys.

I'm not prepared for the ache in my thighs from straddling the seat, so when he guides the bike down a pass and comes to a stop I'm relieved. He parks at the edge of a meadow that stubbornly refuses to let go of summer. There are some sporadic patches of green amongst all the tan grass and there are even a few flowers. With the rolling hills and a glittering lake in the distance, it's a lovely sight. I think fleetingly of sister, but that usual pang of sadness is absent, to my surprise.

Jungkook kills the engine, lowers the kickstand, and pulls off his helmet, combing his fingers through his hair. He pivots and gently lifts my helmet off for me. He helps me off of the bike, and he grins down at me expectantly.

"Well?"

"You're a good driver," I say.

"You liked it?" he asks, hopefully.

"I did."

He retrieves a blanket from the saddlebag, and then something else from under the seat, which he tucks it into his jacket. He links his fingers through mine and we walk, until we reach a little outcropping near a cliff overlooking the lake. He spreads out the blanket and sits down, stretching his legs out in front of him. I settle beside him. His palm finds my thigh and he rests his hand there.

"This is really beautiful. Is it always this peaceful?'

"At this time of the year, yes. But in the spring and summer you'll find a lot of hikers and naturalists, and there is a henge on the other side of the loch that is very popular with tourists. Today, though, we should be alone. We will not stay long, dont worry."

"I don't care how long we stay," I reply quietly. "Stay as long as you like."

He looks down at me, and his eyes wander to my mouth, and I wait for him to kiss me. But he doesn't. He returns his gaze to the lake and we sit in peaceable silence for several minutes. Then he slips his hand inside his jacket and retrieves what he put there earlier-a small sterling silver flask. He unscrews the cap, takes a nip from it, and passes it to me. I take a cautious sip, and when I swallow, the whisky marks a warm path from my mouth to my stomach.

"Did you think that you'd be with Jackson forever?" Jungkook asks suddenly. "Did you see yourself marrying him...you know...before...?"

His questions catch me completely off-guard, and I cough a little, nearly choking on my second mouthful of whisky. I pass the flask back to him.

"Um...I don't know," I answer.

"Did you ever talk about it?"

I shrug and pluck at a blade of grass, sliding it up and down between my fingers. "Not really. He wanted me to move in with him. He brought that up a few times."

"And you didn't want to?"

I had put off moving in with Jackson several times. It wasn't that I was opposed to living with someone-I had a roommate, after all, though I did like my independence when she wasn't around.

But sharing space with Jungkook has brought clarity to a number of things about my relationship with Jackson, and in hindsight, I now know that my reluctance to move in with him came more from my fear of the implications of it. If we lived together, we were one step closer to marriage, and deep down I never wanted that-not with him. I was just too much of a coward to admit it. Jackson and I should have been over long ago.

I'm not entirely sure how to explain all of this to Jungkook without coming across as a bit of a selfish bitch. But once I start to talk, I find the words just pouring out of me, a cathartic purge of all that I've been keeping bottled up inside for years. I've resisted seeing a therapist since the accident, and I never confided much in Jackson, yet I find I can bare my soul to Jungkook without hesitation. I tell him about my father, and my mother, and my sister, and losing my job, and dumping Jackson, and feeling a bit adrift at this point in my life.

Jungkook listens, never once interrupting me, his hand at rest on my thigh. When I finally stop talking, he stares at me intently until he takes my face in both his hands and says, with a fierce edge to his voice, "You'll find your anchor, Yuri. I know you will."

And then, though it seems he is prepared to say more, he tilts his head and molds his mouth to mine. I can taste the whisky on both our tongues when he deepens the kiss. Desire stirs me in almost instantaneously. I wonder if I'll ever stop wanting him. It seems as though my hunger for him is limitless.

I clamber into his lap, straddling him, without ever breaking our connection. He groans into my mouth and tangles one hand in my hair, pulling out the elastic from my ponytail, freeing my long locks. His fingers carding through my hair invites pleasant shivers racing down my spine, and when I straighten my back, my hips rock into him and I feel him growing hard beneath me.

"Have you ever fucked out in the open?" he asks in a hoarse whisper. "There's no one around, I promise you."

"No, never," I reply, ducking my head to suckle on his neck. The stubble on his jaw and neck where he clearly didn't shave this morning feels strangely good against my mouth. I lick his jaw and press a kiss to his Adam's apple, then nudge my nose into his chin. "But I want to do something for you first."

For all the sex we've been having, I have yet to go down on Jungkook, and the thought of doing it here in the middle of the open meadow excites me. I peck his lips and then flash him a wicked smile, sitting back on my heels as I reach for the button of his jeans. His nostrils flare imperceptibly and his breath catches when I unsnap it and slide the zipper down.

"You dont have..."

"I want to," I say firmly.

He mumbles something in frensh and lifts his hips to me, helping me to ease his jeans down his thighs. His cock slaps back against his belly. He wasn't kidding that he rarely wears underwear. A thrill curls through me; there's just something so naughty about it-like he's ready to go at any time.

I slide my hand up and down the rigid shaft, loving how he gets even harder against my palm as I grip him. When I squeeze him, he groans blissfully and leans back on his hands, his eyes screwing shut. I continue to pump him, shoving up his shirt a bit to tease his navel with my tongue and nip at the taut skin of his stomach as he mumbles his encouragement. I run the tip of my tongue along his shaft. His cock jumps, and when he opens his eyes, I purse my lips at him coyly before licking him more deliberately. I trace the head with slow revolutions, occasionally flicking my tongue along the slit.

"Yuri," he hisses, as I reach beneath him to cup his balls and take him fully into my mouth. He tips his head back once more, gazing up at the sky. "Shit, baby, god...your mouth feels so good...so fucking good." Hearing his groans of pleasure, his words of praise spur me on and I bob up and down his cock, hollowing my cheeks and sucking with more vigor. He moans louder and his hips swivel. His fingers wander into my hair, rubbing my scalp, encouraging my ministrations.

I steal a glance up at him. He looks so impossibly sexy on the brink of his orgasm: his strong jaw clenched, his beautiful blue eyes drooping, nearly hidden from me, his mouth parted just enough for his labored breaths to escape.

Jungkook's hands tighten in my hair. "Baby...I'm there...you need to..."

But I don't let him push me away; I know how close I have him. When I feel his cock seize up, I brace myself for the rush of his cum. As his hips jerk, the first spurts hit the back of my throat, and I try not to gag. I use my tongue to sweep the salty moisture aside and keep sucking until his hands curl around the back of my neck and he lifts me off his cock, bringing me up to his mouth. He kisses me passionately, and when I plant one hand on his chest to steady myself, I can feel the restless thrum of his heart against my palm.

"Was that good?" I ask shyly, once he breaks our embrace to find his breath.

"Good? God woman, I dont have words." He grins, his chest inflating with the deep draw of oxygen he takes. "But now you'll have to wait a little bit for me to recover."

"It's worth it. I liked watching you," I admit.

"Now you know how I feel when I'm between your legs, licking your pussy," he starts, caressing my cheek with his thumb, "and I look up and see your beautiful face, all flushed and twisted up and I know that it's me making you look that way."

His words turn me on almost as much as his touch does. That hunger for him flares and I kiss him. His lips move against mine gently at first, but I plunge my tongue past his lips, probing his mouth eagerly. I take one of his hands and slip it beneath my jacket, settling it over my breast. He gives a little groan and grips my collar, urging me to work with him to slide my jacket down my arms. Once it's off, I shiver-it may be unseasonably warm, but it's not hot by any stretch of the imagination. My nipples pucker and Jungkook rubs his thumbs over them, sending twin bolts of current to my aching clit. He pulls down the neckline of my tank top to expose my breasts to him. He nuzzles them, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin, making me squirm, before he teases one nipple with his tongue and his teeth. Heat licks along my veins, bound for my core. I throw my head back and let myself bask in the sensations building in me from what he's doing to my breasts. Then I feel his tongue on the column of my throat, and he shifts my tank back into place. When I lower my head again he's right there, inches from my mouth. I glance down and seeing his cock twitching and swelling.

"That was fast," I say, reaching down to wrap my hand around his resurgent erection.

"I told you I love your tits," he whispers, fumbling around underneath us. He manages to pull his wallet out of his discarded jeans, but then he curses.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I thought that I had a condom. I'm sorry." He sighs. I tug my lower lip with my teeth for a half-second of contemplation before I rise onto my knees and start to undo my jeans. Jungkook stares at me.

"What are you doing? I just told you-"

"I don't care." I drag my jeans down and shove them aside. My panties join them a second later. I flank his thighs again and his hands climb my back.

He studies me carefully, his eyes searching mine. "Are you on birth control?" I nod. "And you really trust me enough to let me fuck you without anything else protecting you?" He kneads my breast, his fingers tweaking the nipple through the cotton, and a jolt of pleasure surges to my pussy. Then he brushes my wind-swept hair over my shoulder and feathers kisses along my jaw.

"Yes," I whisper, because I do-I do trust him.

He says something indiscernible, so much so that I'm not even certain if he's speaking English or frensh. Then he kisses me tenderly and says, "I'll pull out before I come, okay?" He holds my eyes as he lowers me onto his cock. Almost immediately he stills, exhaling sharply.

"Fuck...fuck, ...God...you feel..."

I jut my hips forward impatiently, urging him to move. He curses again as he clutches my hips and I bear down. He's so hot and hard, and I'm so wet that he slides all the way into me with ease.

"Go slow," he begs, "I want to feel every bit of you."

I undulate my pelvis in wide revolutions, looking right at Jungkook so he knows I've heard his plea. He sets his jaw and his fingers bite into my waist as he matches my movements with shallow thrusts of his own. We gaze at each other and let our bodies do the talking. Occasionally he steals a kiss or I nuzzle his jaw, but there is no rush, no urgency to the way we're moving together.

Eventually his hips rock faster and he begins grinding against me with determination. I know he's getting close, and while I could easily get there too, I'm not ready for this to end yet.

I rise up off his cock and align my mouth with his ear. "Don't come yet," I say huskily.

"Yuri, I cant..."

"You can," I insist, biting his earlobe gently. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop."

"You feel too good-you're so tight, and warm..." he protests.

"Think about something-anything-just keep fucking me, Jungkook. Stay with me."

A low growl rumbles in his throat and he thrusts up hard. I keen and arch my back, whimpering louder when he reaches down and rubs my clit. My breathing starts to falter the faster his finger moves over the swollen nub. The pleasure spikes fast, and I moan his name. He takes his finger away and guides me up so that he's barely inside me before coaxing me to take him as deep as I can. Our hips move in rhythm, both of us chasing our climaxes, but struggling to hold them off. Our mouths meet, his tongue swirling in broad, lazy strokes around mine. Time seems to slip away, just the two of us joined together, taking pleasure from each other, with nothing but the whisper of the wind and our moans as our soundtrack.

"Tell me when you want to come..." he says gruffly, "Because I'm right there, and I'll need to get out of you before..."

"No...Come inside me."

"Are you sure?"

I nod. He prods my chin up and drags his mouth along my throat, his breath heating my skin. He thrusts, and the pressure on my clit is enough to break me, just as he pants into my neck and stiffens. As his cock pulses and my walls contract around him, the rush of warmth from his release floods me. It's definitely a strange sensation, but the look on his face when he lifts his head off my shoulder and gazes at me with adoration is becoming a familiar one. It makes my heart beat even faster.

"Wow," I whisper. He laughs and draws me to him for a long kiss. We cling to each other, him still inside me, until I start to shiver. He finally pulls out of me, reaches for his leather jacket and drapes it around my shoulders.

Then he smiles at me, but it doesn't fully reach his eyes. He clears his throat and says, "Yuri...I...I need to tell you something."

Nervousness ripples through me, but I play it off with a little laugh, and run my hand up his thigh. "Someone once said to me that nothing good ever comes from a conversation that starts that way," I say, reminding him of his words to me. But he doesn't laugh. He sets his lips in a line, and then clears his throat again.

"It's just...this place is very special to me. It's like my refuge. When I come here, it's usually because I'm worried about something, or mourning someone...so I feel I owe it to you, since now I have a happy memory here and that's all because of you. You're the only woman I've ever brought here, and I'll always remember having you here, feeling all of you around me. You're the only woman to trust me that much." His smile is wistful, almost remorseful.

Dread coils in my gut. "Jungkook, you're scaring me a little."

"I'm a bit scared myself." He exhales, long and deep, and he reaches for my hand. His eyes are wide and intense as he begins, "I told you that what's between us is just sex, right?"

"Yes."

"And I told you that you were in control, and we'd do things your way, until it was time for you to go home, right?"

"Yeah..." I draw out the word, punctuating my confusion. He looks down at our hands, where his thumb rubs idle circles over the back of my palm.

"I wasn't being honest with you," he says softly. "It hasn't ever just been sex for me. What I feel for you-it goes beyond wanting your body and wanting to fuck you all the time."

"Jungkook-"

He holds up his hand and silences me. He takes a deep breath. "Sulli knew I was living in the flat. She didn't forget."

A breeze has picked up, and the light wind whips my hair across my face. "I don't understand," I whisper.

"After that first day, when I found you in my room, I texted Grams, for some answers, you know? She had told me about her beautiful young neighbor before-many times. And she told me how she had given you the advice to take a holiday. And then she told me how I would be a fool no to take a chance on you, now that you were single." He pauses as pain creeps into his eyes.

"But I knew from the start that you weren't interested in a relationship, that that was part of what you were scared of, getting involved with me after what happened with your ex. I tried to convince myself that I could give you what you wanted-to sleep with me with no strings attached, and to no worry about anything else."

My chest constricts. I think my heart stops beating. At least, that's what it feels like. I'm paralyzed by what he's confessing to me, where I think he's going with this. The meadow starts to spin; the horizon tilts and the clouds shift.

"I was selfish. I should have been honest with ye from the start. Because by the time I fucked you on my desk, I was already a goner. I fell for you the first moment I saw you, before I even knew who you were. I just fell harder and harder the more we got to know each other and I think I'm still falling." He lifts his anguished eyes to the sky and shakes his head. When he looks at me again, he smiles sadly as he says, "I'm in love with you, Yuri."

I'm shaking by now, and I hug Jungkook's jacket tighter around me. It smells like him, but my stomach is pitching and rolling so violently that the scent does little to comfort me. I know I'm not trembling because I'm cold.

He implores, "Say something, please."

"You can't be in love with me," I whisper, rubbing my hands up and down my arms. "It's been, like, two weeks."

"Love doesn't know any time table. It happens when it happens. How long were ye with Jackson? Did you love him?"

"That's not the same thing," I say hotly, narrowing my eyes at him.

"But it is." He sighs. "When I moved into Grams's flat, it wasn't just because I took over the pub. It was because I had ended things with my girlfriend. We had been together for four years, on and off since university. And one day, she told me I needed to propose to her or get the fuck out of our flat.

"It was bad timing, because my dad died a week later, but it opened my eyes," he continues. "I loved her, but I wasn't in love with her. Four years, and I couldn't see myself marrying her, and having a kid or two, and growing old with her. I want those things, very much. I just did't want them with her. I want those things with you, Yuri," he finishes softly.

I close my eyes, because his words strike me like an arrow to the chest. He's exactly summed up my relationship with Jackson. I loved Jackson, but I was never in love with him.

But to hear Jungkook say that he wants a future with me-marriage, children, the whole deal...

There's a sudden vibration against my ribs, from somewhere inside Jungkook's jacket, and I jump at the intrusion. I slide it off my shoulders and pass the jacket to Jungkook. "You're buzzing," I say.

"Shit," he grumbles, shoving his hand into the inside pocket to retrieve his cell phone. "Yeah, what do you want?" I can hear the frustration in Jungkook's voice. "I told you I wasn't gonna go tonight...I'm busy right now...yes, it's very important." He exhales deeply and one hand rubs his temple, shaking his head. "Jesus fuck! How did you no know?...Alright..., alright. But you say that every time and nothing ever changes...yeah, keep me posted."

He hangs up with another sigh and gives me a weak, apologetic smile. "That was my brother."

"I heard." It's about the only thing I can manage to say, given the shock I'm in.

"I need to go to the club tonight. He's-" Jungkook hesitates, as if he's unsure of what to say next. "Apparently his ex-girlfriend is in labor. I didn't even know she was pregnant. We need to get back to the city. I'm sorry." He stands up and tugs on his jeans. Numbly, I adjust my tank top and quietly thank him when he hands me my panties and jeans. Once we're both fully dressed, he gathers the blanket and we walk in silence to his bike.

As he hands me my helmet, his fingers lingers on mine. "I know I just dumped a lot of shit on you. I'm very sorry to leave things hanging, and to have to cancel our dinner. I was looking forward to a quiet night with you, although I think I probably fucked that up either way."

"I'll be fine. You need to take care of things." My voice sounds hollow and I know he hears it.

"Please go to the pub and grab a bite. Jimin is working tonight. He'll keep you company."

I shrug. Jungkook nods his head once, but it's not a nod of affirmation. I can see the uncertainty clouding his eyes. He hands me my helmet, then puts his on and he mounts the bike. I follow suit, winding my arms around his waist. I keep my eyes closed the entire ride back, because at the very least it keeps the tears from leaking out.