Fool for Love (Believe #2) (11 page)

She purses her lips at me. “Anything in particular?”

I swallow my bite and shrug. “Not really. I had a waitressing job back home, so I know I’m good at that. Problem is there aren’t that many jobs available that pay a decent salary.” I turn and wink at her. “Can you believe that Safiro actually found an ad for a place that looked for pole dancers?”

She snorts, and we giggle for a while.

“Alright, not that there’s anything wrong with that, Suzy, but really…?” she asks me, the concern in her voice evident.

I shake my head. “No, I won’t do that. Not unless it’s strictly necessary, of course.”

“Hmm…” She looks straight ahead of her, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “If I hear of any jobs available, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

After having eaten another slice of pie, I feel more energised and optimistic than before I came. I sigh, content, and lie down on my back to rest.

“Are you tired?” Morgan whispers. She gives me more room by placing my legs on her lap.

Yawning, I cover my mouth before answering her.

“Very. I slept really bad last night.” My eyelids flutter closed, and I can feel I’m about to drift off to sleep.

“I see. That Thompson guy giving you any trouble?” Her question makes me pop my eyes open, and I frown at her.

“Not at all,” I lie. We may be close, but I’m not going to tell anyone about Garrett’s behaviour and what he
almost
did.

Or what I think he did, anyway. To tell the truth, I’m not even sure if I dreamed the whole thing. The events of the night seemed fuzzy, unclear when I woke up, and I don’t trust myself.

Maybe none of it happened.

“Well, I’m glad he didn’t kick you out.” Morgan smiles crookedly at me, and I laugh.

“Yeah, me, too…” My voice drifts off, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

“Sleep, baby,” Morgan whispers. I can feel her brushing some hair away from my forehead, the tips of her fingers lingering on my cheeks.

And then I’m off to Neverland, grateful for some rest.

Soft, sweet kisses on my neck wake me up slowly. I feel a body covering mine, and I wrap my arms loosely around Morgan’s waist. I open my eyes slowly, a bit unsure, because this is not why I came over.

“Morgan,” I whisper. She places her fingers over my mouth, silencing me.

“Shh…,” she whispers. “Let me help you forget the world for a while.” Her voice is husky, and I let my eyes take in her body. She’s only wearing her bra and panties, and she looks beautiful.

“Alright,” I whisper back before pushing up on my elbows. I place a hand on her flushed cheek and look into her eyes for a long time. I want to forget, to give in to her promises, because I can’t handle the reality anymore.

She’s astride me but moves her right leg to press her thigh into my crotch instead, and I bite my lip as she applies more pressure. I’m only wearing a pair of loose khakis today, and the more her thigh rubs against my pussy, the more turned on I get.

I moan and bring her face closer to mine. Our breaths mingle, her pupils are dilated, and I look down when she licks her lips.

“Make me forget,” I urge her, almost desperate before I lean up to kiss her. My kisses are soft at first, my hands gentle on her cheeks; but when she wraps her arms around my neck and leans into me, torso to torso, I pick up the pace. I trace the seam of her lips with my tongue, asking her to open and let me in, and she complies on a low moan.

She tastes of apple, and sugar…and cream.

My feelings for Morgan haven’t changed, but as I taste the roof of her mouth, the softness of her tongue against mine, I pray that she hasn’t forgotten. My conscience is screaming at me to pause, to remind her before taking this any further, so I gently end the kiss.

“Morgan, I –” I don’t have the right words, and I inhale deeply while trying to come up with what to say.

“I know what you’re going to say, Suzy. I understand,” she tells me firmly. Before I can utter another word, her mouth slams down on mine again, and her body presses mine deeply into the couch. Her legs are astride me again, rubbing her pussy against mine, and my reservations vaporise into thin air.

I become lost in her kiss, her scent, her tongue and give in to her desire that matches my own. Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra, and she takes it off before she unbuttons my pants. Smiling mischievously at me, she reaches down between us. Her index finger traces my folds over the fabric of my thong, and I bite my lip when warmth spreads throughout my body.

“Take off your shirt and bra,” she commands, eyebrow raised with expectation. I do as she says. When she smirks at me, I feel elated – happy that I’m able to please her. I always love it when she takes control over me; it feels exhilarating to follow her instead of taking the lead.

She pulls at my waistband and I push my hips up, allowing her room to remove my pants entirely, before I sit up and take her gorgeous tits in my hands, kneading them.

Her head falls back and she moans when I blow softly on her right nipple. I lick my lips when I see the rosy globe pucker from my ministrations. I close my mouth over her breast, licking and sucking eagerly, and sigh when Morgan’s hands close over my own small breasts.

“Mmmm,” she sighs as I move my mouth to give her other nipple equal attention. When she reaches down to my crotch once more, applying pressure against my clit, my breath picks up speed, and I have to come up for air.

“It feels so good,” I moan. My eyes flutter closed when her mouth closes over my earlobe, teeth biting gently. She pulls down my thong, and anticipation causes delicious shivers to run down my spine.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” she whispers as her mouth descends on my breast. The sensations coursing through my body are overwhelming. I love being with a woman like this – someone who knows how to fulfil this special need I have inside me. Someone who understands my body like only another woman does.

I love the feel of her soft hands on my soft skin – of her gentle tongue and mouth meeting mine. I love to hear her voice when I make her come when I lick out her pussy.

Everything is just so different than when I’m with a man.

Morgan’s mouth trails kiss after kiss down my torso; her tongue laves my navel, and I force my eyes open to watch her. I try to remove the long coppery strands of hair from her face, and she pauses to gaze lovingly into my eyes before straightening up, sitting back on her knees. She licks her fingers and I watch in earnest as her hand moves down her tummy before disappearing inside her panties. I watch her pleasure herself as I tweak and rub my nipples roughly. I bite my lip when she moans in ecstasy. It’s the most erotic sound in the world.

I don’t know how much time passes, but my pussy throbs and I can’t take this for much longer. As if she can tell I’m getting impatient, she stops and places her soft hands on my legs. The air is thick with our mingled arousal, working like an aphrodisiac. She pushes gently on my legs, and I spread them wider apart; wetness pools in my pussy, knowing what she’s about to do. She smiles gently at me and places soft kisses on my inner thighs before her head descends.

“Oh, my god,” I breathe when her mouth closes on my clit, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. I let my head fall back and give up my body to her. I become lost once more, and reality fades away at last.

Leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake.

It’s late afternoon, and Suzy left my apartment just a few minutes ago; I wish she’d stayed, but I know that’s not how it is between us. I might wish differently, but my mama taught me to be realistic. While it may hurt me to know that Suzy doesn’t return my affections, it’s my own fault. She’s never said those three pesky words to me. She’s always been honest about her emotions, and I can’t hate her for not reciprocating my love.

I’m lying in bed, watching the last rays of the sun paint the sky orange and red, and I’m contemplating where I go from here. I don’t believe in fairy-tales, or unicorns, or all that crap, but I want the same as everybody else. Love.

I wish for someone to hold me at night.

Someone who will help me pick up the pieces if I break.

A person who will love
me
, and not the prestige my name can bring her. Or him.

I’m like Suzy in many ways, because I hate labels; I hate that society has this misconstrued concept that I am
either
gay
or
straight – that I can’t be both.

Love is love. That’s it. End of discussion.

I’ll show everyone that I don’t give a damn about what they think.

I choose my own path in life. I’m just having trouble finding the right direction.

Turning around on my back, my mind wanders to my beautiful, blonde friend, and I wonder if I can help her in some way. I’m not sure if I should tell her about the job at
The Vault
that Rowan texted me about earlier, but maybe I’ll have to. I know that it won’t be long until Suzy begins to feel that she
has
to do something drastic, and I’m scared she’ll fall into the wrong hands if I don’t push her in the right direction. This way, I’ll at least have the means to keep an eye on her.

Suzy is the kind of girl who deserves cuddles and kisses in abundance. She deserves the happy-ever-after that she’s always dreamed about.

But – why won’t she choose
me
?

My soul is hurting deeply at this moment, completely falling to pieces, and I almost feel physically ill. Closing my eyes, I curl into a ball and let the tears fall, cursing my traitorous heart for leading me astray.

Tomorrow, I will let Suzy go entirely. I will lock my love for her away in a box and throw away the key. I will move forward.

But tonight – tonight, I let the heartache tear through me. I cry until sleep finally takes pity on me, taking me away from the shattered pieces of my heart and into oblivion.