Evil Of Love (11 page)

             
“Come here,” he grabs my hand and walks me around the lockers to an open area full of shower heads. He turns one of the silver knobs running his hand under the water checking the temp and then turns his attention back to me. I know what’s coming and I know I should say no and run out of here, never looking back, but I don’t. Instead I stand in place allowing him to make his next move. He grabs the bottom of my tank pulling it up over my head, eyes not leaving mine. Goosebumps run over my skin and I take a deep breath in an attempt to relax, but it isn’t working. My heart racing and hands trembling he tosses my tank to the side and his eyes move to my chest where my black see through silky bra is barely covering me. My nipples are already erect and craving attention. Any thoughts I may have had of this not being right are gone as Eric’s hand grabs my bare waist pulling me into him.

             
His lips first find my neck as he kisses the spot behind my ear and as he moves down to my collar bone he unclips my bra from the back, slowly moving it off my shoulders and it falls to the ground. Not being able to contain it anymore my hands find his stomach and move up his chest and around his neck. His lips collide with mine and the urgency swarms inside me. I need him! I press myself to him and my nipples finally get some stimulation as they rub against his bare chest.

             
Instead of picking up the pace he gently pushes me back as our mouths disconnect and he smiles at me with the cutest lazy grin that has me squirming for more.

             
“I want to feel every part of you Steph, taste every inch of you,” he whispers into my ear as his hands unbutton my shorts. He slides them down and as he does he lowers down to his knees. I step out of them one foot at a time and then he rubs my thighs, moving his hands up until they reach my black silk panties. Before removing them he places his palm over my sweet spot and runs his fingers over the silkiness that’s now drenched with my wetness. My clit throbs under his touch, but I don’t move. He grabs my panties sliding them down my legs and I step out of them and as I do he also removes my shoes as I hold onto his shoulder for support.

             
Now completely naked he runs his fingers over my skin as he stands up. I look up at him and he gracefully bends removing his shoes, socks, and basketball shorts but leaves his boxers on.

             
“Can I wash you?” he asks.

             
I only nod in response afraid that if I speak all my common sense will come rushing back to me and I’ll run out of here. Holding my hips he walks me over to the running water and it’s already steaming up the shower area. He again runs his hand under it first and then gestures for me to step in. I move under the shower head and the hot water hits my shoulders and back, the sensation soothes my burning desire; relaxing me a bit, that is until I feel his soapy hands running up my arms. From my arms he moves to my neck and then trailing down to my breasts. Tugging and pinching at my buds as he goes and a moan escapes my lips as the pleasure reaches my crotch. Slowly he moves his hands down my belly soaping every part of my skin until he reaches my toes. He lifts one foot at a time caressing each until he’s satisfied. He stands and the water still running over me washes away all the suds. I in turn grab the soap and pour some into my hands.

             
“Here,” I say stepping out of the running water and he moves under it. I return the favor and run my hands over every bulging muscle, trailing over his tattoos, admiring the design. With his boxers still on I don’t get close to what I want to truly see. I give them a tug, but he stops me shaking his head.

             
“Not yet,” he responds to my frown so I continue to soap him and I have him turn so I can rub his back and I watch as the bubbles move down his tattoos. Once I step back he rinses off and then instantly grabs me and pulls me into him getting all my hair wet before turning off the shower.

             
Grabbing two large towels from the towel rack he wraps one around me before quickly drying off his skin, still leaving his now wet boxers on. Guiding me to the lockers he digs through his duffle bag until he pulls out a dry pair of boxers. He turns, so I can only see his backside, which might I say is very nice, while he removes the wet boxers replacing them with the clean ones. I’m still standing here wrapped in the towel as he turns to me, and that burn, that fire that lights up his eyes is siring right through me. Eric grabs my towel and guides me over to a far corner where an old couch is pushed up against the wall. Who knows how many sweaty men have sat on it, but right now I don’t even care. He grabs my towel, laying it out on the couch.

             
“Sit,” he whispers in my ear, holding my wet hair back.

             
I sit down feeling a little awkward being exposed this way. I watch as Eric’s eyes run up and down my body before he crouches down to his knees on the floor before me. Any idea that I may have had at any point of running is now completely demolished as I watch him down in front of me. Green eyes peering up as he grabs my waist pulling me down so my butt is almost off the couch. Softly his long fingers trail along my knees, moving up my thighs and then moving back down to my knees, the whole while I’m going crazy on the inside detaining myself from grabbing him and releasing all my animalist nature. Gently he pushes my knees apart and now all of me is truly exposed. I quiver under the anticipation of what he’s going to do next. His wet blonde hair falls forward as he leans down kissing my knees and moving up until he reaches the inner thigh right next to my sweet spot. Instantly I tighten and hold my breath, preparing for what’s coming next. It’s not rough, he doesn’t take what he wants like Travis; instead he gives me what I need. His lips brush against the sensitive skin on my inner thigh and I grip the couch to hold myself in place. The coolness of his mouth reaches my pussy and I squirm under the sensation.

             
Slowly his tongue glides over my lips and parts me, opening me up as he massages my clit. Instantly a moan escapes my mouth; the last time I was touched this tenderly was ten years ago, with him. His tongue continues to glide along my clit as his hands reach up finding my already hardened nipples and he pinches and turns them causing stimulation to surge all over my body. I can feel the orgasm building within and as he continues to lick and suck my clit he moves a finger inside me and it almost pushes me over the edge. Releasing the couch I grip his blonde hair bucking against him as I say his name in pure pleasure. One more movement of his talented tongue and I release the orgasm. He doesn’t stop sucking and moving his finger inside me until I’ve become still.

             
“I forgot how fucking good you taste,” he groans looking up at me.

             
My face is hot and flushed from the orgasm and his cheeks are pink as well. He doesn’t move though. Instead his eyes don’t leave mine as he slowly pushes a finger back inside of me. I watch him as he gently rubs my swollen clit with his other hand. Sitting straight up, he leans into me licking my hardened nipple and pulling it into his mouth as his fingers continue down below. My head falls back as that familiar feeling builds once more. My nipple falls from his mouth and he leans back moving another finger inside of me. I look up at him and his burning green eyes are watching me intently.

             
“You’re so beautiful. I want to see you cum,” and as the words escape his mouth my head falls back as I let the orgasm build. His mouth licks my clit a few more times which is all it takes to send me over into ecstasy. A loud groan escapes me and his movements slow with the pace of my orgasm.

             
I open my eyes and watch as he slowly takes his fingers out of me and places them in his mouth, sucking all the juices off. I’m damn near beside myself. I want to please him, I want him inside me. I sit up reaching down to tug at his boxers but his hands stop me.

             
“Not yet, Steph. Not today and not here. I only wanted to pleasure you. I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he whispers into my ear as he brushes my wet auburn hair to the side. “I better get you back.”

             
“Okay,” I respond as he stands up from the cement ground reaching a hand out to help me up. My legs feel like Jell-O and I hold his arm bracing myself. He leans down kissing my mouth tenderly, his tongue finding its way between my lips, entangling with mine and I’m wet all over again.  I run my hands up his arms, remembering every feel of his muscles as they move while holding me. I could stay this way with him forever. It’s a feeling that is natural, one that is not forced. This man makes me feel things I never dreamt were possible. Before helping me get my clothes back on he gives me one last kiss on my forehead.

What he makes me feel is more than just sex. He loves me; I know it and he would never hurt me. Not like what Travis has done to me. I think about the bruise on my cheek and reach a hand up to it
, forgetting Eric is watching me.

             
“I swear to God if I ever see Travis I will beat the living shit out of him for doing that to you, Steph! You need to get away from him before something worse happens.”

             
“I can’t.”

             
“Why the fuck not?” he voice raises which causes me to take a step back, but instantly his hands are around my waist and he’s pulling me back into him. “I’m sorry. I just hate that he has you. I hate that he gets to wake up next to you and I hate even more that he takes you for granted.”

             
“I don’t want to talk about this right now. I’m not ready.”

             
“That’s fine. I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk. Please know though if he ever lays a hand on you again I will not restrain myself from hunting the bastard down.”

             
I wince at his anger, but at the same time it makes me all warm inside. He actually cares about my safety. He isn’t mad with me and doesn’t blame me, he blames Travis.

             
“I love you, Steph, always have.”

             
“I love you too,” I whisper. How could I not love him? I never stopped loving him. I’ve spend my life trying to recover from the deep love that he had rooted within me.

Chapter Thirteen

Once in Thomas’ car the implications of what I just did come slamming into me causing tears to stream down my cheeks. I just committed adultery. This would hurt my husband and I never wanted to hurt him. This would ruin his reputation. Ruin mine! All for some high school love. I’m such a fucking idiot! I’
ve made myself the slut that Travis enjoys calling me. The tears don’t stop as Thomas pulls into our driveway. I know I have to clean up before Travis arrives. I have to cover this up. I can’t show that anything’s wrong and I have to stop seeing Eric. As much as it hurts me, breaks me inside, I know it’s what I have to do. I’m married and if I continue to see Eric I will fall too deeply in love and I’ll never be able to get out. I can’t do this to Travis, no matter how bad our marriage has been. I still love him.

             
Thomas parks the car and I wipe my cheeks before he opens my door letting me out. His brow furrow as he examines my red eyes. “Stephanie, are you alright?”

             
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

             
“What’s wrong dear? Did that man hurt you?” his voice filled with concern.

             
“No. Nothing like that. He would never hurt me. I’m just sad. I don’t think I should see him anymore.”

             
“Well, I don’t think that Mr. Barnes would approve of your lunch dates, but sometimes you need to do something for yourself. You need to make yourself happy.”

             
“I don’t deserve Eric and I can’t be making myself happy at the expense of Travis. It’s not fair to him.”

             
“I know I’m only the driver, but I see the way Travis treats you. I’ve heard it and what he did to you this last time… it’s unacceptable. No man should ever hit a woman.”

             
“You knew what happened?” Shock and embarrassment flood my veins.

             
“I heard him and then I saw you with that black eye. Travis is a good man, but you deserve better.”

             
“Thank you for your concern Thomas, but he is my husband and maybe he is all I deserve,” I sigh walking away from him and I hear him respond from behind me.

             
“No one deserves what you’ve gone through!”

             
I don’t reply back, instead I keep walking until I’m safely behind the door to my house. Shutting it behind me I fall to the floor as sobs escape my mouth. What I did… what Eric and I did… felt so fucking good! I’ve spent the last ten years dreaming about him and he shows up when I’m married! Fuck! I can’t believe what just happened… I knew it would… deep down no matter how much I try to deny it I want Eric. I want him more than anything and I obviously don’t give a shit who gets hurt in the meantime. I only went with him as a friend and came back a slut! Oh… if my dad could see me now I bet he would be laughing in my face saying
‘I told you so’
. He always said I was worthless and right now I feel that way.

             
As I’m curled up on the floor with my back against the front door, the images of Eric’s lips on my skin and his long fingers inside me flood my senses and heat me to my core. I know if I see him again, it’s all over. I can’t contain myself around him. The love I had for him at seventeen never faded… if anything it intensified over the years of not being with him.

             
I wipe the tears from my cheeks pulling myself up. Travis may be home shortly and I can’t have him seeing me this way. I have to end this thing between Eric and me, but I fear it’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

             
I take a shower, washing off all my makeup and clean up, applying fresh mascara and I put on one of my yellow summer dresses and some sandals. I know Travis prefers to see me in a dress so I hope this puts him in a good mood. By the time I’m in the kitchen pouring myself a glass of chardonnay I hear Travis’ car pull up and I grab a glass for him as well. With shaky hands I pour his wine. I’m beyond nervous. I feel like he’s going to see right through me. Taking a deep breath I walk with the glasses in hand to greet him at the door. He’s already walking through the entryway by the time I round the corner from the kitchen.

             
“Hey, baby. I heard you pull up so I poured you some wine. How was your day?”

             
I can see in his eyes he’s tired and stressed and his hair is a mess like he’s been pulling at it all day.

             
“It was rough. I had several meetings of which were not pleasant ones. Thank you for the wine. I need it.” He leans into me taking the glass from my hand and placing a soft kiss on my lips and that’s when I smell it… the alcohol on his breath. He’s already been drinking. Whenever he’s had a hard day he typically will have several drinks before leaving the office so I’m sure he’s full of alcohol, but the way Travis is… he can never have too much. “I like the dress. Is it new?”

             
“Not really,” I respond as he places his black suit case on the ground and grabs my hip with his free hand.

             
His alcohol breath fills the air as he leans in kissing my neck right below my ear lobe. I shudder in response, almost disgusted by the gesture, but he must think I shuddered from pleasure because his lips don’t leave my skin. Instead they move down my neck, kissing my collar bone and then back up until he meets with my mouth. 

             
I feel stiff and awkward. I don’t want this to go any further after what I just did with Eric earlier. It isn’t right.

             
“Here…” I say grabbing for his glass of wine, “let me take this for you while you go on upstairs and shower. I’ll take it to the back and we can sit outside for dinner tonight.”    

             
“I don’t want to go upstairs Stephanie. I want to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear and the chills run up my back as I’m reminded of Eric’s lips on my pussy and the intensely satisfying orgasm he gave me in the men’s locker room. I can’t… I can’t do this with Travis right now… not tonight.

             
“Here, drink this glass and I’ll go get you a refill for when you come down,” I respond quietly, hoping to bribe him with the alcohol.

             
He moves his lips from my neck to lean back and puts the glass to his mouth, swallowing all the contents within, before handing it back to me.

             
“Fine,” he responds, bluntly.

             
I watch as he walks up the stairs and I’m praying like hell the shower will calm him down a bit. This is going to be tough because when Travis wants sex he gets it and I’ve never denied him. I don’t how he would react if I did, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be pleasant.

             
I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know that I can play this game of being the good wife after what I did with Eric. It’s eating me up inside, but I know I have to be the stronger person. I have to forget what happened and cut all ties with Eric. Let him know it can’t go on any further. I’m fucking married! It should never have gotten to this point in the first place and there is no one else to blame but myself.

             
I move to the kitchen taking a placing my wine glass to my lips, drinking down all the contents and then proceed to refill both our glasses with the crisp, clear fluid. I straighten my shoulders ready to take on the evening. I will do all I can to keep the wine flowing and his hands off me. If there’s alcohol I might be able to distract him long enough until he’s too drunk and passes out. If it comes down to it I’ll have to give in. I can’t let him suspect anything, but I will try my hardest to keep my distance.