Love Unexpected (35 page)

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I’m not used to this.” I looked away from him. I slowly got out of his embrace and struggled to get up.

I was taking the easy way out. His words knifed through me. His pain lanced through my heart. I could not bear to do this to him anymore. What if something happened like this again? How much pain did he have to go through?

“I think,” I paused, the words felt like bricks coming out of my mouth, “we need a break from each other.”

Cold chilly silence met my words.

Zander

She was breaking up with me?!

Unbelievable.

I poured out everything I had and she wanted a break? Our situation was intense and she was copping out?

It would be so easy for me to tell her to have her break and stuff it. I couldn’t; not when my heart was shredding into pieces. I had to fight for her.

I started to walk away. I took four steps and I looked back, her shoulders sagged and wreaked sobs. Her cries were muffled but she was crying. A girl who wanted to take a break didn’t look like this. She looked like she was crying because she lost something.

My chest was heavy. My legs followed my heart’s command.

“Why?” I asked.

She looked surprised to see me there. She thought I walked away.

“Why do you need a break? From us?” I had to know.

She wiped her tears away and lifted her chin. Her next few words would let me know if she really wanted to be away from me.

“Because you need it.”

“I need a break?” I repeated.

“Yes. You’re upset at me. Everything that I do makes you angry. I make you angry. I can’t bear to keep hurting you.” Her eyes shimmered with sadness.

Oh hell no
. She was definitely not getting a break from me.

I closed the gap between us. I sat back down and turned her towards me.

“Sedona, I was mad and angry at you. I felt lost when you didn’t call or text or email me when I was finally ready to talk. I had to find out from Kieran that you were in Costa Rica. In a way, I was actually relieved that you were there because you were with your dad. I panicked because I didn’t know when you were coming back. I kept hoping you came back. Soon.”

Her face was down, so I whispered into her long, dark curls that smelled like strawberries and peaches. She always smelled delicious.

“Babe, did you miss the part where I said you fill everything else in my life? This week felt like a decade without you. Now, you’re asking for a break? Without you, it would feel like a fuckin’ century. So no, babe, I’m sorry. Your application for a break from me is completely denied.”

A hint of a smile formed in her face. My girl’s face was beautiful. But when she smiled, oh man. It was like the heavens opening up. God, I missed her.

She climbed onto my lap and said, “You’re denying my request for a break?”

“Yes.”

She lightly ground her hips against mine. Fuck!

“Why?”

She was wearing a skirt with tights. I caressed her back. She was still doing the grinding motion.

My voice was getting hoarse, “Because.”

“Because what?” She nipped on my right earlobe.

“Because you’re my girl. I want to keep it that way.”

Her voice dropped even lower, her breath was getting hotter, “What if I say ‘no’?”

I felt her tongue on my earlobe.

“Are you saying no to me?”

“Yeah.” Her actions said otherwise.

“Well, I’m just going to have to tie you down until you say yes.” A grunt followed my statement.

“Really?” Her hands reached under my jeans and were now cupping my ass.

“Yeah,” I couldn’t hold it anymore, “Fuck, babe, you’re turning me on.”

“Yeah?” Her voice had a hitch. I slowly reached under her blouse. Her nipples were peaked. I tugged at them lightly.

“Yeah…I want you.” I groaned into her mouth.

“How much?” One of her
hands was under my ass; the other was finding its way to the front of my jeans.

I placed her hand on top my straining erection.

“Ohh, that much?” She was undoubtedly turned on.

I snaked a hand inside her tights. Shit! She was soaked!

“Baby, we need to get outta here,” she murmured. But she stayed in place.

“Yeah,” I agreed. We needed to get out of there. Fast.

“Can we make it to your place?” My place was the closest.

My cock was saying no. However, I wasn’t ready to do have sex on a park bench. I doubt she was either.

Sedona obviously had other ideas. She pulled her tights down to her knees. Her skirt was long enough to cover both of us. It was dark and no one was around. If another person looked at us, it would look like she was sitting on me.

What they didn’t know was that my extremely aroused girlfriend opened the zipper of my jeans and let my straining cock out. She pulled panties to the side and my cock was actually feeling the side of her panty.

“Can we make it to your place?” She repeated, this time, her voice was thickened with desire.

“I don’t think so,” I honestly said.

She kissed me and nudged my cock into her pussy. It was tight and it felt so good. 

“I missed you.” She slowly rode me. I was wearing a light jacket so I managed to cover my hands grazing her breasts from any onlookers.

She kept a slow, enduring rhythm. It drove me crazy! She nibbled on my ears, sucked on my lips, and plungered my mouth.

It didn’t take long, I heard her gasps, “Babe, I’m coming!”

Missing her this much, I didn’t know how I lasted. A few seconds after she came, I felt my own release hovering closely. She ground harder and faster. She sucked on my tongue and whispered dirty, dirty words.

I breathed hard and moaned into her lips, “You want me to come?”

Her voice was still hoarse, “Yes.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“Where?”

“Inside me.” Her hips set a rapid pace and her pussy lips tightened on me.

“Here goes, babe. Aahh…” I spent my release inside her.

I stayed inside her for a few minutes and kissed her hair.

“I missed you, only you,” I heard the weariness in her voice. She was tired of fighting.

Her actions hurt me. I hated the old feelings that she had for that stupid Brennan. I hated her leaving for Costa Rica without telling me. I hated her ability to understand my need for space. I hated that she looked gorgeous and fine when I saw her at the bar.

Now, putting everything into perspective, hearing her tired and weary voice, I grasped the magnitude of how much I meant to her.

She was shy and was probably scared that I would turn her away. But she stood in front of me and my teammates with all her emotions up her sleeve.

She was scared of Brennan. But she faced her fear and met with him because of me. She defended me and had the charges against me dropped.

She was not a crier. But she cried for me many times now.

She was letting me go because she thought I needed a break from her so she could stop hurting me.

She said she missed me. Everything about me.

For a girl who planned everything in her life, who washed her hands as often as I scratched my groin, who carried a stain remover for ketchup stains – she just gave herself to me on a park bench and didn’t care.

This was her way of telling me how sorry she was and just how much she missed me.

She was amazing.

She was mine.

Chapter Nineteen

“We meet different types of people in our lives. What we gain from crossing our paths with theirs, that’s the ‘difference’.”

Sedona

We headed to Pier 39 after my last class. Zander was quiet during the 20 minute drive. I called it his ‘thinking while brooding’ mood.
 

He took out a thick, blue beach towel from the trunk of his car. He had gotten around to bringing towels after he accidentally sat on bird poop, during one of our dates. The bird poop was so hard to remove that I had to soak his jeans for an hour before putting it in the washer. After that, Zander stocked up on beach towels.

We were sitting in one of the benches overlooking the ocean, the blue towel draped across the bench, his head resting against my lap. He was tall; almost a third of leg was hanging in the air off the bench if he stretched to his full height.

After the drama with Brennan, I was relieved that we had managed to somehow put it behind us. There were moments, however, when he looked at me, somber. Almost sad.

He had been playing sad songs in the piano. Whenever we stayed over at his place, he found the time to play for me. Lately, the songs that he played were haunting, the kind of music that reached the recesses of a person’s soul.

I kneaded his shoulders lightly. His shoulders were relaxed, his breathing was even, and his eyes, from what I could see through his sunglasses were closed.

Was he sleeping? He must be tired.

I thought he drifted off to sleep while I was talking.

I heard his voice break the silence, “I miss her.”

“Who? Your mom?” I asked. His mom traveled with his dad everywhere.

His lips fell into a thin line, his jaw muscles hardened; he was struggling to say something.

“I miss Chrissy.” With his eyes closed, the silence dragged between us.

Who’s Chrissy? He has never mentioned this name. 

His throat bobbled, his voice slightly breaking as he spoke, “Being with you makes me miss her. I wish I could talk to her about you. She would have loved you.”

Would have loved me?

“Who’s Chrissy?” I asked softly, pressing my mouth closer to his head.

He was so still. I thought he was going to leave my question unanswered until I saw tears streaming down his face.

“She’s my sister,” he gulped in few, quick breaths. I thought it would be better if he sat up but he continued, “My older sister, by about 4 years. She would have loved you, loved hanging out with you. I could just see it, she’d pepper you with jokes about me” Tears kept flowing from his face but his eyes were still closed.
“She had so much energy; she called it her ‘joie de vivre’. It’s ridiculous how many times she said that term. She learned it in her French class. I like people, but I have a hard time trusting people. Chrissy, she trusted easily, she loved freely, she did everything happily. And she loved music. She always wanted me to play for her.”

His words, the night of my first time, echoed in my head, “I haven’t played in a while.”