Fighting Desire (Bay State Series Book 2) (3 page)

“Are you ready to order?” Realizing I haven't even looked at the menu, I just choose my usual. Brent orders the same and a couple Boston  lagers.

“I hope you like beer, sorry I didn't even think before I ordered.” It takes me a minute to process that he's talking to me, still lost in our kiss.

Snapping myself out of the internal bliss I'm experiencing I answer. “Actually Sam's is the only beer I'll drink. Everything else tastes like water.” I really didn't want to drink but one won't hurt.

“Back to topic. Anything else interesting happen today?” He continues to send chills through my entire body as he rubs my hand.

“I went to MassBay to see about finishing my degree. They still have all of my files so I can just pick up where I left off. I'm going to do online courses so I can hopefully find a new job. I have no need for quick money anymore. I want a career.”

“That's awesome, work was boring as usual. My whole day got better when I read your text. I've been looking forward to dinner with you all day. I'm not going to lie. I've been thinking about you a lot today.”

“That's good, I've been thinking about you too. Some not so innocent things.” Why does my filter disfunction when I'm with him? Turning red again, our food arrives and I dig in, hoping we can let my last statement go.

I guess I should have known better. “So what sort of not so innocent things were you thinking about me? And don't even try to cop out, I won't let you.” He releases my hand so he can eat.

“Ah, can I plead the fifth and just show you later?” He starts to choke on his food and takes a big swig of beer.

Leaning his hands on the table, he pulls his body up close to me on the other side, his face just inches from mine. “Let's hurry up and finish. I have some plans of my own for you.” Kissing me again, longer than the first and  ending with his tongue sliding against my lips, I shudder.

“I like the way you think. If you keep looking at me like that I think I'll internally combust.”

The ride back to his apartment is definitely tense. I can see his knuckles gripping tight on the steering wheel. I lay my hand on his thigh and work my way up to his erection straining in his pants. I hear a groan escape his lips and I lose it. Turning sideways, I lean over and start to suck on his neck, making my way to his ear. I run my tongue along the edge and gently nibble as his groaning intensifies. Stroking his hard cock through his pants, I can feel my panties getting wetter by the minute. “I hope your place is close. I'm ready to straddle you right here.”

“Please don't Sarah, me crashing the car right now wouldn't be beneficial to either of us. I want you spread on my bed. I want us to take our time. Your not a quick fuck for me.” I pull away from him slightly to adjust my dress. “No, don't you dare stop,” He says and I chuckle at his assertiveness.

“Oh baby, I'm not stopping anything.” Grabbing his right hand I direct it to my center.

“Fuck, your wet. I can't wait to feel this wrapped around my cock.” He slowly tortures my slit with his light touches as I rotate my hips trying to gain some better pressure on my over sensitive nub.

The anticipation makes it hard to breath as I feel the car come to a stop. I groan when he takes his hand away from my throbbing clit to kill the engine. I  swing open my door and race around to the other side. “I need you in me now before I explode.”

Getting out of the car he grabs my shoulders and pulls me flush with his body. I can feel his hardness on my stomach as he holds my face in his hands and takes possession of my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine. I'm lost in ecstasy as his hands leave my face and reach around me holding my ass and pulling me harder against him. Finally releasing my mouth he wispers, “Let's go.” Taking ahold of my hand he drags me behind him to the door of his buiding, once inside he picks me up, cradling me to his chest and carries me up the three flights of stairs to his apartment. Holding me in one arm, he unlocks his door and kicks it open.

As soon as my feet hit the floor I start ripping my clothes off. “Don't just stand there and stare. Get naked,” I demand, wanting to see that glorious body devoid of all clothing.

Chuckling, he starts to slowly remove his clothes, torturing me as I drink in every inch of him. Growing impatient I unbuckle his belt, grab the top of his pants and boxers at the same time and pull them down to his ankles with a quickness I never knew I possessed. Wow, impressive. He starts to groan as I take him in my hand and stroke him from base to tip. “Baby I need to get you to bed, like now.”

“What's wrong with right here?” I ask, feeling eager to have him inside me.

“We have plenty of time to be adventurous. Right now I want you in my bed. I want you spread wide for me. I want to explore every inch of you.” Taking me with another explosive kiss he walks us backwards until I feel my back hit what I assume is his door. The cool surface leaves my skin and I'm being led backwards again. The next thing I feel is the edge of the mattress on the backs of my knees. Falling onto the bed I can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm as he jumps on right after me, making me bounce up off of the mattress before he traps me, laying his body down on top of mine. “Tell me what you like,” He wispers in my ear, lightly sucking on the lobe before trailing kisses down my neck to my collarbone.

“I'm sure I'll like everything you do to me as long as you don't stop,” I say breathlessly.

“This?” He asks as he teases my nipple between his thumb and index finger.

“Yes.” Gasping as he trails his other hand down my stomach and finally stops at my center to roll my clit as he's mercilessly working my other nipple, still licking and sucking on my neck as I writhe beneath him, silently begging for more.

“How about this?” He inserts a single finger inside me as he slides his mouth down to replace his fingers on my sensitve peak.

“Oh, yes.” I reach down to enclose him in my fist and earn a sexy moan from this equally sexy man. I release his erection to grab his hair in my hands and pull him closer to my breasts, never wanting him to stop.

“Baby, I need to get a condom. If I don't get inside you soon I think I'll die.” He says as he tries to pull away from me and I reluctantly relinquish my hold on him. Watching his muscles ripple as he hops off of the bed to pick up his pants and retrieve a foil packet out of his wallet, I internally shiver. I know what's next and I can't wait. Opening myself wide for him, his eyes grow large as he takes me in. Quickly ripping the little square open, he has his manhood incased within seconds and climbs back onto the bed with me, settling between my legs.

I pull his face down to mine and consume his lips as I feel him nudge my entrance. Lifting my hips, he slips inside slowly inch by inch, groaning as if in pain, when I know it's pure pleasure. I know because it's precisely how I feel in this moment. Nothing has ever felt so good. “Ahhh, you feel so good,” I whisper as he slowly starts to move his hips and I join in on the rhythm, creating a delicious friction.

Raking my nails down his back spurs him on and he picks up his pace, throwing me over the edge. “Fuck, your gripping me tight. Feels so good baby, your going to make me cum.” He slows down trying to delay his release. Too bad I have other plans. Slamming my hips up connecting our bodies with a loud slapping sound, I can feel him swell inside of me and shudder as he climaxes, sending me into my second orgasm.

I hold him tightly to my chest as our breathing evens out. I let out a soft giggle. “So much for getting to know each other.”

Rolling off of me and turning me to face him, he pulls me closer and buries his face in my neck. “We are certainly going to get to know each other. I think it was inevitable that we'd end up here. We have plenty of time for catch up.”

Pulling his face up to mine, I give him a tender kiss before rolling off of the bed. “Which way is the bathroom?” I feel completely comfortable in my nakedness. Although why wouldn't I? Shaking that thought from my head, I paste a smile on my lips and grab his hand, yanking him from the comfort of his mattress. “Are you going to sit there and stare at me all night or are you going to show me the bathroom?”

He gets up and slaps my ass before walking out into the hall. “This way beautiful. Let's take a shower.” I follow him and by the end of our adventures in the bathroom my orgasm total for the night has doubled.

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The last couple of months have been better to me than I ever thought possible. Ilyanna seems to have put my brief attraction towards her now fiancé Braydon aside and we've become quite good friends. Her best friend Rachel has welcomed me into their tight knit circle as well and asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding next March. I'm truly excited for her. The three of us are going dress shopping as soon as Ilyanna's cast comes off in a few weeks. We were all so scared when we heard the news about the accident. Thank goodness they were alright. Learning the news of her pregnancy made the situation more stressful. Other than her leg she didn't suffer any other injuries.

Working with Brent for almost a month now has proven a little difficult at times. Although wanting to climb him every second of every day makes the time when we finally do connect even more explosive. He's everything I could have hoped for in a man. Smart, compassionate, loyal and honest, or so I thought.

Snuggled up on his couch, dozing off with post orgasmic bliss, watching some movie I can't even remember the name of, the doorbell rings.

“What the hell? Better be fucking important at midnight.” He mutters as he gets up to get the door.

I cover myself with the blanket I had draped over my legs. I'm not sure who's at the door, but I do know one thing, I don't want them getting a peek at me in my flimsy tanktop and panties.

“Who the fuck is she? Another one of your fuck buddies?” The statuesque blonde asks, peering over his shoulder. My jaw drops to the floor as I look up at her as she comes and stands directly in front of me, hand on her hip, tapping her heel on the floor and shaking her head. “Well? Are you? One of his poor deluded little sluts.”

Who the fuck does this woman think she is? Does she even know Brent at all? He treats me like anything but a fuck buddy slut. “Who the fuck are you? One of those fuck buddies claimimg he's scorned you in some way?” I fire back with a raised eyebrow, standing to eye level with the bitch. Seriously, what a way to ruin a perfect evening. If Brent had some other chick surely I would know about it, we practically live together, not to mention that we see each other every day  at the office.

“I'm his wife.” She answers with a shit eating grin and I feel it like a punch to my gut. “I'm only going to ask you one more time. You are?” I look to Brent for a clue and he's standing there just as shocked looking as I feel at being caught. I have no idea how it was even possible for him to pull it off. But bravo, he deserves a motherfucking oscar for his performance.

“Nobody apparantly.” I wrap the blanket tighter around myself, trying to show no emotion on my face as I flee to his room for some clothes. I need to get out of here with a quickness before I lose it. I still can't believe it. He's married? How could I have been so naive? I can hear yelling coming from the other side of the door and honestly I'm too pissed off to pay attention or even care at this point. I'm just so numb.

They can sort this shit out without me. I'm out of here. I try to walk as fast as I can through the room but as soon as I'm in Brent's sights he rushes to me, grabs my arms and tries to stop me from leaving. “Get the fuck off me. Now!” I scream, trying to keep my tears at bay for just a bit longer. Five minutes maybe, I do know for certain I need to walk out of that door and never look back. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

“Please Sarah? Let me explain? He begs and I feel like I'm going to throw up.

“Oh? I think your wife,” I shoot daggers at her, if looks could kill, she'd be a bloody slump of flesh on the floor, “has covered it quite well, thanks, but no thanks.” Taking his apartment key I place it in his hand and walk towards the still open front door.

“Sarah, please?” I can hear the tears in his voice as he pointlessly begs me to hear him out. There is nothing, nothing at all he could say to me right now to right this wrong. He continues to call out to me as I walk out of his apartment and out of his life. Carefully putting one foot in front of the other so I don't fall down, I fight the urge to turn around and slap him, or her, or both.

I can sense him behind me before he speaks again. “Just go Brent, were done, over, through. Nothing you spew out of your mouth right now will save you.”

“Sarah, I love you.” He sniffs as he makes his declaration.

“Don't Brent, just don't.” I flee down the stairs and out of his building. Shit! What am I going to do about work?

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I have no idea how I made it home being such a wreck last night. Groaning I slowly open my eyelids to the blinding sun spilling through my window and look over to the half empty bottle of tequila on my nightstand. No wonder my head hurts so much. Also explains why I can't remember much after getting home last night. Checking my phone I see ten missed calls and seventeen texts from Brent. Without looking at them I delete them and his number from my phone. Holding the phone away from my ear, I erase his voicemails. I don't care about anything he has to say. Time to move on.

After taking a long hot shower I decide to call Braydon to see if we can make arrangements for me to work from home until this all dies down. Time to suck it up and deal with this complication.