Fighting Desire (Bay State Series Book 2) (12 page)

Leaning towards me she takes my mouth in a fierce kiss. Pushing me down on the bed and staddling my hips, she rocks in a circular motion on my dick, making me harden instantly. The little witch is still typing on my phone, succussfully torturing me. Placing my thumb over her shorts on her clit, I start to rub, hard, eleciting little moans from her mouth. She better hurry the fuck up with what she's doing before I tear these damn shorts into shreds to get what I want. I start to buck hard up against her center and suddenly my phone is being tossed on the bed and she's flinging her shirt up over her head, exposing her full breasts to my hungry eyes. “So beautiful.” I tell her as I reach up and palm her tits, rolling her covered nipples between my fingers. “This fuckin' thing has to go.” I growl as I undo her bra and fling it to the floor beside the bed.

She hurriedly pulls my shorts down my hips. “And these have to go, Now.” She's panting as she tries to remove them, so I lift my hips to help her along. As soon as my cock springs free she grabs it in her fist, lifts her hips and lines it up with her opening, rubbing it up and down her slit a few times before sitting down on it just enough for me to breach her walls. Fucking tease. She knows this drives me crazy. I buck up off the bed but she eludes me, raising her hips as I do. She loves this little game we play and so do I, but right now I want to be buried deep in her sweet heat.

Releasing her breasts, I take her face in my hands and bring it down to mine. Distraction in it's finest form. As soon as I have her thoughts otherwise occupied, I drive hard into her, my balls slapping her ass, completely filling her, making her cry out my name. “Fuck!” I shout as her sounds ricochet throughout my body. She makes the sexiest fucking sounds I've ever heard. If I had less self control I would blow my load right now. Thankfully I have enough that I can make it last for her. Her pussy wrapped around me is the best feeling in the world. “You feel so good baby.” I slide my hands from her face, down her neck and collarbone to her breasts where I pinch her nipples, coaxing more sweet cries from her lips. I lift my head up and replace one of my hands with my lips and tongue. Licking and sucking her until she's keening in ecstasy.

Placing her hands on my chest and pulling her nipple from her mouth with a loud pop she sits up and starts to ride me. Hard. Fast. Shit, I'm not gonna last much longer, and I tell her as much. “I'm gonna cum baby, milk my cock for it. I can feel you squeezing me, I know your close. Cum on my cock Sarah, fucking give it to me.”

This spurs her on, making her work me even faster, her panting's music to my ears. She stops her frantic motion and pushes herself down, grinding on me, moaning, crying out as I feel her start to contract on my cock, and I know she's so close. “I'm cumming baby, fuck I'm cumming. You feel so good Brent. Let go baby, let me feel you.” She screams as she coats my dick in her slickness and it sends me over the edge and I unload deep inside of her.

Panting, trying to catch my breath, I drag her down to my chest and hold her. We fall asleep in each other's arms. The text message she was composing will just have to wait until morning.

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I wake with a jolt, disoriented until I take in my surroundings. Sitting up I look down on Sarah who's still sleeping peacefully in her bed. Our bed. I was having a nightmare again, different this time but also the same.

The scene is the one on the beach, surrounded by our friends. The men to my left in tuxedos as we watch the girls in their purple dresses start to walk down the isle while the wedding march is being played on a nearby piano. Sarah comes in to view and something seems a little off, I can't quite put my finger on it. Her face is covered by a thick veil as she makes her way to me under the flower covered arbor.

She finally comes to a stop and I reach up to remove the material shielding her face. I gasp at the face I uncover. No wonder something didn't seem right. It's not Sarah's eyes staring back at me. Trisha gazes at me with a wicked smile on her face as she extends her hand to touch my face. I look on in horror as I take in the sight of the bright crimson covering and dripping from her fingers. She takes in my expression and lets out a loud vicious cackle.

I break off in a run in the direction of the beach house just beyond the trees. I don't know why, but something tells me that's where I'll find her. Blindly sprinting towards my love, I trip on something I can't see and the laughter of my ex wife gets louder behind me, filling me with panicked rage. I find her laying on her back, her beautiful auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. Her body stripped bare, hands folded over her waist. As my eyes take her in, I notice the glint of metal and see the small knife still sticking out of her chest, right in her heart. Pools of blood spill from the wound and there are several others surrounding the killing blow. I fall to my knees and take her face in my hands, willing her to be alive. Cold, gray, lifeless eyes stare back into mine and I know all hope is lost as well as my soul. I kiss her lips one final time and succumb to the tears I was too shocked to shed until the finality has sunken in. I let out a deafening howl and collapse onto her corpse.

I know what I wanted to do in my dream. Squeeze every last breath out of that crazy bitch. She won't win. I'd bet my life on it. This is the last time she's going to fuck with my head.

If I keep having dreams like these, I'm seriously going to need a shrink. This shit just isn't normal. I need to tell someone about them. Maybe Braydon and John will want to get some drinks after work tomorrow. It may take a bit of coaxing to get Braydon to agree but sorting my head out is a must.

I lay back down and pull Sarah into me and kiss her hair. She stirs in my arms and turns to face me, buries her face in my neck, giving me a soft, sweet kiss before whispering a declaration a love then lightly starts snoring again. I breath in her scent and quickly fall back asleep.

The next time I wake it's to an entirely different sensation. Sarah has her lips wrapped around my shaft waking up my dick with a good morning kiss. My groan alerts her that I'm awake. She looks up to me with a devious smile on her face. “Good morning baby.” She pauses briefly before leisurely licking up and down my shaft.

Oh, what a good morning it is.

After we've gotten ready for the day, we're in the kitchen sharing breakfast and I hand her my phone. She pushes my hand away and shakes her head as she finishes chewing and swallows. “I've changed my mind. If I respond, she wins. She'll know how much it bothered me. So I'm just going to ignore her and you can do exactly what you said in your last text to her. It shouldn't be too hard to change your number for a small fee, right? She hasn't responded again, so let's pretend it's never happened, move on and live our lives. I can promise you though that if I ever see her out, it will not be pretty. I may need bail money.” She smiles sweetly at me with a wicked glint in her eyes.

Mirroring her smile, my eyes bore into hers and then travel the length of her as she stands to put our dishes in the sink. She looks gorgeous of course, in a sharp light gray skirt suit with a hot pink blouse underneath and hot pink heels to match. The color of her suit brings back the color of her eyes in my dream and I shake the thought from my mind. She's standing in front of me, talking, breathing and very much alive.

“I have a few things I need to go over with Braydon and John today and since Braydon hasn't been to the office lately, I thought drinks after work would be good.” I tell her and for some reason expect her to kick up a fuss. Not that she ever would, but with last night, old scenarios pop unbidden in my mind of a previous poisoned relationship. Fuck! I am definitely in need of some serious guy time.

She comes over to where I'm still sitting down at the table and bends down wrapping her arms around my neck from behind and leans around me to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Sounds good baby, I have some planning to do with Rachel for Ilyanna's baby shower. Tonight's perfect. Will you have dinner with them or wait until you get home? I love that!” she's beams at me as I ask what she loves. “Calling this our home. I know it's not much but it's a start.” Shit. I'm just as ecstatic as she is every time one of us refers to her apartment as home.

“That reminds me. Can you get ahold of Latasha today so I can discuss taking this place off of her hands?”  Fenway chooses this moment to come up and rub herself against my legs, weaving in and out as she loudly purrs. I reach down and pat my newly adopted pet. I think I eventually want a dog when we do finally buy a house, but for now, one step at a time.

She pulls her phone out and types for a couple of minutes. “All done.” She tells me looking smug. “I told her we're buying the place and to let us know what we have to do.”

I really have no words for how extremely happy I am in this moment so I just smile at her. “I love you so much Sarah, always.”

“I love you too, forever. Now let's get going before we're late for work.”

Hopefully the guys can lend some insight to my little problem. I hate keeping anything from her, but Sarah doesn't need to be haunted by this. This is my battle, not hers.

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“So, what did you need to talk to us about?” Braydon asks as we wait for the waitress to come back with our beers. We're sitting in a quiet corner of one of our favorite pubs. Boston is littered with them, but this one is nice and peaceful, unlike most that can get pretty rowdy.

I scan the bar looking for our waitress, not wanting her to overhear what I'm about to say. I notice some chick keeps looking in our direction, but I pay her no mind as I spot who I was searching for behind the bar, still pouring our drinks. “I'm warning you now, you guys are gonna think I've gone crazy.” I pause waiting for an interruption. When they keep quiet, waiting for me, I continue. “I've had a couple of wicked, fucked up dreams and I thought I understood why after the first one, but the one last night,” I had to stop again as images of Sarah laying lifeless with our wedding knife pertruding from her chest invade my vision. Shaking my head to clear the illusion, I take a deep steadying breath. “the one last night was bad, really fuckin' bad.” I take another large gulp of air and look up to my friends to assess their expressions at my admission.

The waitress comes to our table with our beers. “You guys want something to eat?” She asks, taking out her pad and pencil.

“I'll have a cheeseburger, extra pickles, hold the onion, and some fries.” I place my order and she turns to John.

“Yeah, I'll have the steak bomb and a large onion ring, thanks.” He smiles politely at her and motions for Braydon, who's still looking at the menu, considering his options.

He looks up, drops the folder down on the table, closes his eyes and blindly hovers his index finger over the pages. After a few seconds he presses his finger down and opens his eyes. “Looks like I'll be having the grilled chicken club, no mayo please and some fries. Oh, can I have american cheese instead of swiss? Thanks.” He always has to be the difficult one. No matter where we eat, he has to change something, and comically he can never choose and ends up randomly picking. I don't know why he even bothers looking. Normally we would laugh about it, but after my revelation the mood at the table is a somber one.

“Sure, no problem. I'll be back in a bit.” She gets a few feet away when she turns back to us. “You want seperate checks?” She asks, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes please.” I answer, and she heads towards the back to place our order. Leaving us to continue our fucked up conversation.

I filled them in on the first dream and my conclusions as to why I had it and they looked on with genuine concern.

“That's a pretty good deduction. I can understand the connection, with having met Luke and seeing how it affects her. But what I don't get is why your subconscious would even go there. Ya know?” John lends his input, while Braydon just silently shakes his head, waiting for his turn to speak.

He opens his mouth to just close it again, he seems to be debating his words. “I think your scared to lose her again, that I'm sure of. I know what your break up did to the both of you. That being said, the possibilty of you losing her to death, well I completely agree with the both of you. Seeing sickness so close to her, it only projects it to her in your mind while worrying about loss. Alright having that decided, what's this one about last night that has you so freaked out? You didn't seek us out then, so what's different about this one?” Braydon finishes and it takes him a minute to catch his breath.

Just then our food arrives, the bar's picked up, so this time our delivery is brought by who seems to be the cook, judging by his smudged apron. As we eat, I explain the terror of last nights dream. The similarities and the differences. They look on with horror. When I get to the part about finding Sarah's body, John gasps and Braydon starts to choke on his beer, having just took a sip. “What the fuck? Seriously?” He asks.

John is next to ask, “Why is Trisha suddenly in this dream? Are we missing something here? Losing her I get. Evil ex, well that's got me confused.” He takes a bite of his grinder and looks at me expectantly, waiting for my explanation.

“Oh, shit, yeah, I guess I left out that part, huh?” I go on to tell them about the text messages, Sarah's reaction and her decision to refrain from texting her. “She said she wasn't going to let Trisha win by letting her know how pissed off she is. She also said if she ever saw her in public, it wouldn't be pretty. I'd pay good money to see that shit. That's for sure.”