Echos of the past

Chapter 69

The dance club was alive with pulsing lights and energetic music as Jenny, Clark, and Isla made their way inside. The atmosphere was electric, and the crowd was already swaying to the rhythm. Isla wore the tight black dress Jenny had insisted on, a daring choice that left little to the imagination. As they moved through the throng of people, she could feel eyes on her, including a pair she knew all too well.

Jenny, dressed to the nines herself, grinned as she spotted Teddy at the bar. She leaned in to whisper to Isla, "Mission accomplished. He's here, and he can't take his eyes off you."

Isla forced a smile, trying to shake off the nerves that fluttered in her stomach. Clark, ever attentive, took her hand and led her to the dance floor. "You look incredible," he murmured, pulling her close. "Let’s enjoy the night."

They started dancing, their movements fluid and in sync. Isla felt a mixture of exhilaration and guilt. She couldn't help but notice Teddy watching from a distance, his gaze burning with a mix of longing and frustration. Clark, sensing Teddy's attention, tightened his grip on her waist and kissed her cheek, a silent declaration of his love and protection.

The music thumped around them, and the dance floor became a blur of lights and bodies. Despite her initial hesitation, Isla found herself relaxing into the music and Clark's embrace. Jenny danced nearby, her energy infectious, drawing them both into her orbit.

But the guilt gnawed at Isla. She hadn't intended to hurt Teddy, but seeing the look on his face made her heart ache. She whispered to Clark, "I need some fresh air. I'll be right back."

Clark nodded, concern flickering in his eyes. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Isla shook her head. "No, I just need a moment. I'll be fine."

She slipped through the crowd and made her way outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the heat of the club. She found a quiet spot near the entrance and took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Teddy approaching, his expression a mixture of anger and longing.

"Isla," he said, his voice low and intense. "You're a tease, you know that? Dressing like that when you know I can’t touch you. When you know I can’t make love to you like I want."

Isla felt a surge of frustration. "Teddy, you need to stop. I’m with Clark now, and he’s good to me. This isn’t fair to any of us."

Teddy's eyes flashed with pain. "I hate Clark. I hate that he's with you. I wish I could love you the way you deserve, but I can’t stand seeing you with him."

Before Isla could respond, she heard another voice. "Isla, everything okay?"

Clark stepped out of the club, his eyes immediately assessing the situation. He moved to Isla’s side, putting a protective arm around her shoulders. His presence was a reassuring anchor in the tense moment.

"Teddy," Clark said, his voice calm but firm. "I think it's time for you to go."

Teddy looked defeated, the fight draining from his posture. He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Isla's. "I’m sorry, Isla. I really am."

Isla felt a pang of sympathy but knew that this was for the best. "Take care of yourself, Teddy."

Teddy turned and walked away, disappearing into the night. Isla leaned into Clark, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. Clark kissed her temple, his arms wrapping around her securely.

"Let's go home," he suggested softly. "You’ve had enough drama for one night."

Isla nodded, grateful for his understanding. They found Jenny inside, who immediately sensed something had happened. With a quick explanation, they decided to call it a night and head home.

The drive back was quiet, the tension of the evening slowly melting away. Clark held Isla’s hand, his thumb gently stroking her skin. When they arrived at her cabin, he walked her to the door, his eyes filled with concern and love.

"Are you okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Isla smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his touch. "I am now. Thank you for being there for me."

Clark leaned in and kissed her, a tender and reassuring gesture that made her heart swell. "I’ll always be here for you, Isla. No matter what."

Clark's hands gripped Isla's waist tightly as he led her through the dimly lit cabin, their earlier dance under the stars still echoing in their bodies. The short black dress she wore clung to her curves, a silent testament to the tease she had been all night. His erection strained against his pants, a constant reminder of the control he had exercised.

"You know, you've been torturing me all night," Clark murmured into her ear, his voice low and husky with desire. "Every time you moved on that dance floor, I could barely think."

Isla turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper. "Was it really that bad?" she teased, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest.

"Worse," he admitted, capturing her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. "But now, I intend to make up for it."

He pushed open the door to the bedroom, the soft light from a bedside lamp casting shadows over the room. Isla's breath caught as she took in the intimate space, the air thick with anticipation. Clark backed her against the door, his body pressing against hers, his lips finding hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.

Their tongues danced together, passion igniting between them like wildfire. Clark's hands roamed her body, sliding under her dress to cup her ass, lifting her slightly so her legs wrapped around his waist. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his hardness pressing against her core.

"Tell me I'm better than Teddy," he whispered against her lips, his voice rough with need. "Tell me you want this."

"You are," Isla gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "You're better, Clark. I want you."

Satisfied, he lowered her to the bed, his movements quick and urgent as he stripped off his clothes. Isla watched him, her eyes tracing every line of his muscular form, the water droplets from their earlier shower still clinging to his skin. He stood before her, gloriously naked, his c**k standing proud and thick.

She reached out, her hand wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly. Clark groaned, his head falling back as she played with him, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Please," he begged, his eyes locking onto hers. "I need you."

Isla nodded, her own need matching his. Clark positioned himself between her legs, his hands guiding his c**k to her entrance. With one deep thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. They both cried out at the intensity of the connection, the force of his entry stretching her tight and wet.

"You're mine," Clark growled, his hips moving in sharp, powerful strokes. "All mine."

Isla arched her back, her nails scoring lines down his arms as he pounded into her. The bed shook beneath them, the sound of their bodies slapping together mingling with their ragged breaths. Each thrust hit deep, stirring her very core, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Yes, yes!" she screamed, her body convulsing around him as she climaxed. Clark felt her walls clench around his c**k, driving him over the precipice. He roared her name, his release flooding her as he emptied himself inside her.

Spent, he collapsed beside her, their hearts pounding in unison. Isla turned to him, her eyes shining with love and satisfaction. "You are incredible," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his sweat-slicked chest.

Clark smiled, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "And you," he said, pulling her close, "are everything I never knew I needed."