Chloe (4 page)

Chapter Nine

Taylor Swift & Ed Sheeran – Everything has changed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U0ShG5Djc0

Chloe~

Oh bollocks! I’m not a forever kinda’ girl! Here I was trying to have some fun with Zac, lighten his mood a little, and now he’s gone and fallen in love with my sorry excuse for a shitty arse.

Who falls for a direct-as-hell, fun-only, pain-in-the-arse-girl ?

Zac, obviously Zac does!

Ugh! I drop my face in my hands, feeling frustrated. I hate being a bitch but the only way I can show Zac I’m a waste of time and that he should stick with his wonderful memories of Laurie, is by pretending I’m not interested. Don’t get me wrong, Zac is a stunning man for any girl to land, just not me. He wants that happily ever after that he had with Laurie and I’m not it.

I’ll give him time to realize what happened between us was a mistake, then I’ll take him wife shopping. What better way to show him I’m not the right one, by finding the right one for him.

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I’m going to find his forever girl for him and that way I’ll be off the hook.

~*~

Two days of silence from Zac. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or bad thing. Have I hurt him? I don’t like the idea of being responsible for Zac being in more pain.

Do I go check on him? Will I only be stirring shit doing so? Ugh, men are impossible!

I go join Emma and Aiden in the den. I flop down in a chair and watch Aiden talk to Emma’s huge belly.

“Zac wants to have a relationship with me,” I blurt out. Aiden’s hand stills from where he’s rubbing circles on Emma’s belly. Emma’s eyes snap open and she watches me cautiously. “I told him no,” I go on unloading on them. “I think I might’ve hurt his feelings, but there’s just no way I can do a relationship.”

“Are you telling us to convince yourself?” Emma asks. She places her hand over Aiden’s. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself. You know what my opinion is on this matter. I think you should go for it, you have nothing to lose.”

“When he realizes I’m a waste of his time, it will be my heart and trust being shredded to pieces. He said he wants a forever-girl and we all know I’m not it.”

“You aren’t? Now what would make you think such utter rubbish?” Emma snaps, clearly getting upset with me.

“I’m a fun girl, Emma, not the type that does forever. We’ll maybe last a week and then he’ll get bored with me and go look for someone else.”

“You’re projecting your issues you have with your dad onto poor Zac. He won’t leave you. Once he makes up his mind he’s in it for life.” Aiden joins in the conversation. “My brother doesn’t make decisions like these lightly. You can at least go out with him once or twice, see if there can be something between the two of you. Don’t just assume it’s doomed before it even gets started.”

I sigh heavily, feeling even more frustrated than before I talked to them. “You both just want to see us together because you’re so happy and two hopeless romantics. You should be warning Zac away from me. He’ll just end up getting hurt.” I get up needing to get out for a while. “I’m going to Jerry’s Bar to get sloshed. I like that pub, it has lots of potential.”

“Don’t go home with the first guy that smiles at you.” Emma pulls her puppy face on me, begging me with her eyes. “Please be careful and come home.”

“I’m always careful, Sunshine. I won’t let you worry again.”

I run up to my room to get changed. I decide on a short leather skirt and matching jacket. This time I’m wearing a set of royal blue lace underwear underneath. The bra gives me more cleavage, boosting my girls and confidence.

I put on some mascara, blush and lipgloss. With a smack of my lips I’m ready to go have fun, and forget all about my problem with Zac for the night.

~*~

Chapter Ten

Ed Sheeran – Give Me Love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOjdXSrtUxA

Zac~

I throw on a charcoal shirt that I know looks good on me. I pat some aftershave on my jaw and neck and give myself a hard look in the mirror. Aiden just phoned to let me know Chloe has gone to Jerry’s for one of her ‘fun nights’. I’ll be damned if she ends the night in some pricks bed. It’s time for her to realize she belongs with me.

“You can do this. Go sweep her off her feet,” I encourage myself.

The drive over to Jerry’s is fast. I take a deep fortifying breath before I get out. There are already quite a few cars in the parking area and you can hear the music beating from inside. Chloe’s already been here thirty minutes. How much trouble can she get herself into?

Once inside, I let my eyes search the dance floor to my right for her sexy body. The dance floor is already half full with people bumping and grinding against each other. I scan the rest of the bar and spot Chloe sitting at the bar, squashed tightly between two douchebags that will soon be in a lot of pain if they don’t back off.

I stalk over, determined to claim her for myself. She doesn’t notice me, her attention fully on the two pricks.

“I’m ready to dance a bit. Who’s game?” Chloe glances from the one guy to the other, turning that seduction thing she does full blast.

“They’ll have to find someone else,” I snap. I can’t explain the amount of jealousy coursing through my veins. I’ve never felt so possessive about anything. This can’t be good, but I can’t stop myself from acting like an Alpha-male on heat. I swing Chloe’s chair around and by grabbing hold of her around her waist, I lift her off. “You’re mine for the night.” I place a chaste kiss on her parted lips and then pull her in the direction of the dance floor. “If you want to have fun you’ll have to have it with me.”

Chloe is still gaping for something to say when I stop on the side of the floor. I lift her hands to my shoulders and let my eyes drink in her barely there outfit. Fuck she looks hot! I pull her body tightly to mine and then let one hand settle on her hip, my other hand gets lost in her thick, silky hair. I lift her face to meet me in another kiss, this one a little bit more passionate than how I greeted her.

When I come up for air she’s breathing heavily. Her eyes are hooded by long black lashes. “What are you doing here?” she manages to whisper once her breathing evens out.

“I’m here to show you that you can have fun with the same guy more than once. By the end of the night you’ll be begging me to make love to you.”

“I don’t make love, I have one night stands. What happened between us was fun, but I can’t let it happen again.”

I grind my hips into hers on the slow beat of the song. Her eyes flutter and drop to my mouth. I hate using sex as a tool, but if it’s the only way I can get her for now then so be it.

“I don’t care what you call it. I want you and you want me. Just let it happen for tonight.”

I let my hand drop to her tight ass and pull her tighter against me. She can feel how hard I am for her. I watch frustration flit over her face, but when she looks up at me with lust swirling in the depths of her smoky brown eyes, I know I’ve won the round tonight.

I lean down and press slow kisses from the curve of her neck, up to her ear. Her head falls back into my hand, and she exposes all that silky skin of her neck and cleavage. Tonight she smells of coconut and it reminds me of how good she looked in that bikini, how good it felt when she came on my hand. I need that again.

~*~

Chloe manages to fight me for another hour before her hot body grinds into mine. Her mouth finds my ear and she grits the words out, “Now! Take me home now!”

I grab her hand and drag her out of the bar without saying anything.

“Wait, Emma’s car,” she says when I start to take her in the direction of my truck.

“You can either follow me or we’ll come back for it. It will be safe here,” I add. I want her to come with me.

“If you’re sure it will be safe,” she glances at all the cars still here.

“It will. Come on,” I reassure her and start to pull her to my truck again. I open the passenger door and grabbing hold of her hips, I lift her to the seat. I quickly close the door and walk around to my side. The sooner I have her under me the quicker I’ll be able to function like a normal man. All this wanting her is driving me insane.

I drive us out to a field. Chloe looks around, confusion as to why I brought her out here is clearly written on her face. “A field?”

“You love excitement, so I thought I’d add to it by bringing you here.” I stop the truck to the side of the field and hop out. I open the door for Chloe and help her out. Grabbing a blanket from the back of the truck, I take her hand and walk her deeper into the field. “Right here should be good.” I lay the blanket down and immediately turn to Chloe. I drag her against me with one arm. “This is fun, right?”

I don’t give her time to answer. I crush my mouth onto hers and take what I want. Chloe doesn’t push me away, but instead starts to drag my shirt over my head. I grab hold of the back of my shirt and help her take it off. I quickly take her mouth again, thrusting my tongue deep into its warmth. When her fingers travel the length of my chest, a soft moan drifts up her throat.

I unzip her jacket and push it over her shoulders and off. Her skin gleams in the moonlight, begging me to taste all of it.

Her actions become more hurried as she unbuckles my belt. I do the same and reach for her skirt, yanking it up. It crunches high around her thighs giving me access to her. I push her down to the blanket. As soon as I have her lying down I slip a hand between her legs, finding her wet warmth.

“I want you so bad,” I whisper against her cleavage.

“Fuck me, Zac. Please fuck me now. I want you hard and deep.” She grabs hold of my hard as steel length and positions me at her entrance. I can’t hold back and give her what she wants with one hard thrust into her. She throws her head back, lifting her breasts to my mouth. “Oh fuck, take me anyway you want me,” she moans in delight.

Instead of giving over to the tearing need in me to take her fast, I relish in pulling out slowly and thrusting even slower back in. I draw another moan deep from her. I keep the torturous pace, deep and slow. Keeping myself raised above her by leaning on one arm, I can see her eyes shining up at me with, filled with emotions. In this moment I’m taking her, she can’t hide from me. She’s beneath me where I want her, and I can see pain and desire fighting in her brown depths.

With each slow thrust I can feel her body growing hotter and tenser. She lifts her hips, meeting me with every delicious slow pump of my own. Soon she starts to grind harder against me and I push in as deep as I can, then swirl my pelvis hard against hers. I keep doing it until she’s clawing at my ass, trying to force me to go faster.

“Oh fuck, please go fast. I need to … I need … I want to explode so badly,” she says with her voice hoarse from need.

“I want to enjoy every second I have with you. I’m taking you as high as I can,” I say as I withdraw and then plunge back deep into her.

Chloe digs her nails into the skin of my ass and grinds harder against me every time I’m fully sheathed in her. I move my arm under her, holding her tightly to me, and I take in the coconut scent of her. Digging my fingers into her hip, I start to quicken my pace.

“Oh my fuck! Yes, Zac,” she moans as I take her hard and fast. I can feel her body opening to mine, her legs going as wide as they can, and her nails still digging into me. I slam into her a few more times and then a long delicious moan drifts up her throat. She throws her head back, thrust her body into mine and I feel her clench hard around me.

“Zac, oh fuck, Zac,” she starts to chant my name and it’s heaven to my ears. I drink in her face as ecstasy washes over it, and then she’s meeting my thrusts just as hard and fast, making her orgasm last longer.

I thrust once more and with the last spasms of ecstasy, she milks my orgasm from me.

“Chloe,” I groan as she rocks her hips lusciously against me, making tingles zing up and down my spine.

I press my face in the curve of her neck and groan the last of my pleasure out. Shit, she’s good, so deliciously good.

~*~

Chapter Eleven

Hoobastank – The Reason

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZADpco6Zn9I

Chloe~

My head is clouded in a mist of pleasure. I’ve never come that hard in my life before. I can’t keep my body from shuddering as the waves still linger.

Then the mist clears and one thought settles heavy in me - it’s over now. I can’t let Zac burrow himself any deeper under my skin. I have to force myself to see him as just another guy.

The amazing way he took me doesn’t matter anymore. I bring my hands to his chest and push, keeping my eyes on my hands. Keeping my voice as light as possible I break the charged moment between us. “Thanks for the-”

Zac covers my mouth with his hand and shakes his head. “Shh … no talking crap now. You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. Don’t mess with it.” I get up. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back.”

I watch him zip up and then he walks to the truck. I quickly grab for my jacket and put it on. Zac comes back with some tissues and before I can stop him, he starts to clean me up. I stare at the stars, refusing to make eye contact.

When he’s finished, he helps me up but he doesn’t let go. He tugs me right against his sculptured bare chest and kisses me hard.

“This is not a one night thing. I will make love to you again … and again, until you see things my way.”

A pleasant trickle runs down my spine and settles in my core. It only lasts a few seconds before warning signals start to flash in my head. Zac is a danger to my heart. I need to get away, or I will cave and I can’t have that.

The ride back to the pub for Emma’s car is tense. Zac takes my hand and holds it to his leg. I allow him this one thing, because as soon as I get out of his truck, it will be over. I’ll let him have this last moment.

He parks next to Emma’s car and helps me out. He doesn’t let go of my hips but instead presses me back into the door. I make the mistake of looking up at him. Once his eyes grip mine, he doesn’t let go. His eyes are filled with emotion and promises, and it makes me sad. I don’t want to hurt him.

“Time to go home,” I whisper, keeping my voice light. I lay my hands on his chest but can’t bring myself to push him away.

He leans closer and places a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. When he pulls back, he brushes some hair from my face. “You are beautiful,” he murmurs. “Thank you for tonight.”

I feel emotion overflow my pounding heart. I can’t get any words out and instead place a chaste kiss on his lips. I’m relieved when he lets me go and I make a run for Emma’s car. I need to get my emotional arse away from Zac, before I beg him to not let me go.

When I drive away, I watch him in my mirror where he’s still standing next to his truck. It’s better this way. Rather this small sting than a breaking heart.

~*~

I can’t sleep. All I think of is Zac. The man has invaded my mind and I don’t like it one bit.

It’s Friday, three days since I’ve had sex with Zac and I can’t stop reliving that hour. I’m walking around with a permanent throbbing between my legs. He hasn’t phoned or text. I should be relieved. I hate the disappointment sinking in my gut as the hours pass and I don’t hear from him. I don’t get it, that’s what I wanted. I’m so screwed up.

It’s a Friday night! I’m going out and I’ll find a fellow to make me forget about Zac.

Aiden has taken Emma out for dinner, they’re getting in all the romantic moments they can before the baby comes. Emma told me they’re going to name her Laurie, after Zac’s wife. It made me think of what Zac had with Laurie. Emma told me how Zac swept her off of her feet, how happy they were before she died. I know I can’t give him half of what Laurie did. How can I compete with a perfect memory? Yeah, it’s better I don’t give Zac hope. I’ll only end up being a disappointment.

As I walk into Jerry’s Bar, I start to look through all the blokes for a good replacement shag. Irritation starts to stir in me, there’s not a single fellow that stands out! Normally there’s at least four. Feeling rather disappointed, I take a seat at the bar, deciding to wait the night out. There might still be hope for the night as it’s only just gone past eight.

An hour later and I’m about to give up. Tonight is turning out to be a bummer. I finish the cider I’m busy with when another gets placed in front of me. “From the man in the green checked shirt,” the bartender says.

I glance around looking for this fellow, when my eyes spot a hand waving at me. The bloke is really nothing to write home about with sandy hair and a too sharp looking face. He’s actually the type I avoid, but tonight I’m desperate. I grab the cider and saunter over to his table.

“Thanks for the drink,” I say as I take a seat. I cross my legs, making the skirt hike up a bit more.

His eyes drop to my exposed thigh and I see the gleam of hunger. I just have to say the words and he’ll be more than happy to shag me senseless. I take a sip of the cider and reach over, placing my hand on his thigh. The usual spark of excitement is nowhere to be found. I’m actually feeling rather uncomfortable in my own skin. I end up patting the bloke’s leg as if he’s some lap dog. “Thanks for the offer but not tonight.”

“I’m sure I can change your mind,” he says in a bit of a squeaky voice. It looks like he overdosed on steroids and his voice forgot to catch up.

I struggle to keep my laughter back and with a huge smile, I get up. “Nope, I don’t think so. Happy hunting.” I make a bee-line for the exit. I’m so done with this!

~*~

I was heading home to lick my wounds with Big Ben and The Eiffel Tower, but I somehow find myself parking in Zac’s driveway. I don’t know what I’m doing here, I only know I’m feeling angry and frustrated.

I knock on the door, taking a deep breath. Zac hardly has the door open, when I let him have it. “I was having fun and then you had to come along and spoil it all!”

“Excuse me?” Zac moves out of the way so I can pass.

“You heard me.” I go straight to his bar and pour myself a whiskey. I need something stronger than a beer or cider for what I’m about to do. “I spend the whole night looking for just one bloke to shag, but nooo, you had to ruin it all for me!”

“Enlighten me. How did I do this?” Zac pours himself a whiskey as well, a slight smirk settling around his lips.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You shag my brains out and then stand back to watch me squirm. I should go home and use The Eiffel Tower. I should, but you know what will happen?” I start to rant. I drink the last of the whiskey and then start to undress. My tiny shirt is the first to go. “I’ll only end up fantasizing about you and that won’t be good enough.”

Zac is still standing by the bar, looking at me with the same stupid smirk on his face. I let my skirt drop to the floor and then unclasp my bra. When the bra joins the skirt on the floor, Zac straightens up, his eyes drinking in my breasts. I shimmy out of my panties and then walk to the pool table in only my heels.

“Seeing as you started this, you can get your arse over here and make me feel better.” I bend half over the pool table and close my eyes. I’ve never offered myself on a platter like this before. A tinge of nervousness spreads through my chest. What if Zac says no?

I feel his hands on my hips and then one slides to the front, caressing my stomach. He pulls me back and I go willingly, until my back is against his chest. He presses his face into my hair and places both hands on the sides of my thighs. He slowly trails his fingers up until he reaches my waist, then one arm goes around my middle and the other across my breasts. He holds me tightly with his breath stirring in my hair.

“Why do you need me to make you feel better?”

I rub my arse against his groin, hoping to edge him on. “No questions, Zac, just fuck me.”

He turns me around and pins me against the table with his body. I can feel the edge of the table digging into my lower back. “Tell me and I’ll make it go away,” he whispers. He takes hold of my chin and for a moment I fight him. He nudges harder, until I relent and look up at him. “Tell me what makes you undress like this? What makes you beg to be fucked so you’ll forget it?”

Shame washes hot over me and I feel my cheeks burning. I scramble to regain my composure and to save what’s left of my pride, I lash out. “I’m not looking for a one-on-one session. I’m just looking for a good shag. Either you want to do me, or you don’t. You don’t need to make a meal of this!”

Zac doesn’t even look at my body, but keeps his eyes locked on mine. “Don’t do this, Chloe. Just talk to me.”

“I’m fucking naked, does it look like I want to talk?” I yell at him. I try to push him back so I can get dressed. This was the biggest mistake of my life. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire with embarrassment.

Zac pushes me back against the table, blocking me in with his hard body. “You’re not going anywhere until we have this out. You came here looking for sex and I want to know why. What is it you’re trying to fuck out of your system?” Anger lingers in his voice and I see it slowly start to burn in his eyes.

I glance to the side, avoiding his eyes. “Why do you have to be so damn insistent? Most blokes would enjoy a good shag and then let me hit the road, why can’t you?”

“Because I care about you,” he says as if it I should know this already.

I feel a small tremor of shock settle in my stomach. “You care about me? Are you bloody nutters? There’s nothing to care about.”

I push against him again and finally get him to move. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that I can care about you?”

I swipe my clothes up and get dressed fast. Anger is boiling hot inside of me and I can’t keep it in. Once I’m dressed I swing back to face Zac. “How can you say you care about me after being married to Laurie?” I know I shouldn’t go there, but I do. This is what I do, I destroy things just like my father. “She is this perfect memory and you want to taint it by settling for me? Really, Zac, you can do so much better.”

I storm out but before I reach the front door Zac grabs a hold of my arm, yanking me back against him. “Firstly, Laurie isn’t just a memory, she’ll always be a part of my heart. Secondly, you and Laurie are two totally different women. I will always love Laurie for the beautiful woman and wife she was, but that doesn’t mean I can’t love again. You are beautiful in your own way. You’re bubbling over with life and that makes you stunning and easy to care for.”

I rip my arm from his hold and hate the tears lying shallow in my eyes. Why the hell does he have to be so nice? “You’re making a mistake. The only thing beautiful about me is my tits and arse. Whatever else you’re seeing is because you’re blinded by it. As soon as you get used to this body you’ll move on to find a tighter arse and bigger tits. You will only ever love Laurie.”

I run out, straight for the car. I don’t look back to see the result of my destructive words. Once I’m on the way home, I allow the tears to flow freely.

~*~