Pulse - Part Two (4 page)

"One." He leans forward to brush his lips against mine. "One."

I furrow my brow at the response. "One?"

"I've fucked a lot of women." He closes his eyes briefly as if he's trying to hide behind the reality of that statement. "Having a lover is different. It's more about what's in here." He pulls my hand to his chest.

"Don't say things you don't mean."

"I never do." He nuzzles his face into my hair. "You smell so good right after I've fucked you."

"So you were serious then?" I pull back. I want confirmation that what he said right before he carried me to my bed is real.

"Serious about not sleeping with anyone else?" He pushes a stray hair from my forehead. "Dead serious, Jessica."

"You're going to give up the hotel room?" I push the issue. If he doesn't, I'm not going to agree to anything. I don't see him as a one woman type of man.

"I gave it up after I saw you in my apartment." A vein in his neck pulses. "Seeing you there. That changed everything."

"It blew up your relationship with Cassandra." I pull my legs closer to my chest.

"No." He glances down at the sheet. "You belonged there. You looked so perfect standing there by the mantel when I walked in. I couldn’t stop staring at you."

"You seriously think you can settle for one woman?" I raise a brow. I want this so much. I want him. I just don't want to toss all my hopes into a basket that he's holding only to find out he's lying to me.

"I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else." He pulls my hand into his lap. "When Drew walked through the front door of this building holding your hand, I almost lost it. In my mind you were on your knees with his cock in your mouth. When he didn't come back down I thought he was buried inside of you listening to you come."

"So you want us to be exclusive so I don't fuck anyone else?" I ask the question slowly. "That's all this is about?"

"I'm not all roses and romance, Jessica." He stands and pulls on the hem of his sweater to straighten it. "Don't expect that from me."

"I'm not." I feel slightly embarrassed that I assumed that was part of it.

"I want this all to myself." He runs his hand over my leg before he brushes his lips across my forehead. "If that means I have to make sacrifices, I'll do whatever it takes."

"S
o you two are going steady?" Rebecca takes a perfume sample card from a young woman in the aisle of Macy's.

"I think my vagina and his dick are going steady." I shrug. "I can't say anything about the rest of our bodies."

Her head rolls back in laughter. "He's a sex fiend, isn't it? It sounds like all you two do is fuck and I mean by sounds, I heard the screams coming out of your room last night."

"He's amazing in bed." I feel my face flush. "I'm addicted to that. I really am."

"I would be too." She stops to admire a row of handbags. "I just don't know how a man like that gives up all his other women."

I close my eyes to shake off the image of Nathan at the club. He promised me he gave up the room. I need to believe him if this is going to work.

"I'm sorry, Jess." She brushes her hand across my arm. "I didn't mean it like that."

"No." I turn away from her. Of course she meant it like that. She knows how I met him. She knows that he kept a room above the club just for fucking different women.

""I just meant that a man like that gets bored easily regardless of how hot the woman he's sleeping with is." Her words are meant to console me, but they only thrust me into more sordid thoughts of Nathan and his insatiable libido.

"I have to find a way to trust him," I say it as if it's an easy endeavor. I've already doubted him since he's taken most of the day to return a text I sent him this morning.

"I wouldn't worry about it." She picks up a bracelet and holds it up to the fluorescent lights in the store. "Enjoy the sex while you can and then when it's over you won't be too invested."

"I wish it was that easy," I mutter under my breath as I glance at a showcase filled with earrings.

***

"P
ush back." His hand pushes lightly on my mound as I stretch back in the tub, pulling his cock deeper within me.

"Like this?" I grab hold of the sides of the tub, arching my back away from him.

"I love when I'm that deep." He rests his head on the back of the tub, his other hand lazily running a circle over my throbbing nipple.

"Do you like me?" My throat tightens as I ask the question.

His eyes dart open. "Do I like you?"

"Yes." I push back again, pulling his cock even deeper within my body. "Do you like me?"

"I love your body." He jerks my hips down into his lap, causing his cock to plunge to its depth inside of me.

I let a slow, low moan escape through my lips.

"I've never fucked anyone so perfectly made for me." He moves to grab my breast, cupping it in his hand. "Everything about you is what I crave."

I push down setting a rhythm between us. "You like my body."

"No," he interrupts, his finger rising to my lips. "I love your body."

"Do you like me?" I ask again, my eyes boring into him under heavy lashes. The heat in his bathroom and the two hours we spent in bed before the bath has pulled every ounce of energy from me.

"Jessica." He stops and pulls himself from me. "Jessica," he whispers into my mouth as his lips float over mine.

"Tell me you like me." I breathe into his kiss.

"I'm crazy about you." He leans back, cupping my cheeks in his hands. "You're remarkable."

"In bed?"

"No." He runs the pad of his thumb under my eye. "In bed you're fucking spectacular."

I pull a small grin across my moist lips. Of course he'd say that. He loves what we do in bed.

"Out of bed, you don't know me," I say it. It's been skirting across my thoughts for weeks, dancing at the tip of my tongue.

"I want to know you." He kisses the tip of my nose. "I'm going to know you."

I lean forward and rest my head against his chest. I hope that's true. I want him to know me, everything about me.

"I
didn't think you'd be able to pull yourself out of bed." He looks up from the desk in his guest room. "Do you want me to call down so the doorman gets a cab for you?"

No. I don't want that. I want him to tell him that I can stay the night. I want him to at least acknowledge that I'm leaving with more than a quick call to someone else to arrange my transportation home.

"I can hail a cab myself." I sling my purse over my shoulder. "Thank you for today."

"Thank you for today?" He playfully throws the words back at me.

"Yes." I stand in front of him, absentmindedly playing with the hem of my skirt. I regret being so vulnerable in the bathtub. Rebecca was right. I can't get too invested in him. He's not a man you can trust your heart with.

"Thank you for fucking you?" He's on his feet now, strolling towards me. "Thank you for making you come so many times?"

"Sure," I toss back. "Although, I do know how to come myself."

"Next time you're going to show me that." He brushes his lips across my forehead. "Get home safe, Jessica."

I feel my body heave a heavy sigh as I watch him walk back to his desk and take a seat. His eyes instantly focus on his laptop as he places a call on his cell.

I turn and walk out of the room in silence, wishing I could redo the entire day from beginning to end.

***

"I
can't believe today is your last day." Cassandra pulls me into a warm embrace.

"Me either." I mean the words on the surface. Truth be told, I'm breathing a heavy sigh of relief that I don't have to face her every day. Even though she's never realized that I was the woman Nathan was talking about, I haven't felt settled working for her since then.

"You're going to go work at Axel NY?" She claps her hands together in delight. "Do you think you can get me a table?"

"I have absolutely no pull over there." I smile. "I doubt at this point that I can get a table."

"I think I'll see you there sometime." She pinches my side. "I'm dating someone new."

The instant the words leave her lips I feel as though a boulder has been lifted from my shoulders. "You have. Really?" I know I sound excited. Maybe too excited but I don't care. I want her to be happy. I want her to find a man who can fill the void she's long felt in her life.

"A guy from work." Her face brightens. "It's really new and early but he's crazy about me."

I feel a stab of longing when I hear those words. He's crazy about her. He's probably wild about more than just her body. 

"I hope it works out," I offer. I genuinely mean it. I want her to get a guy who will treat her with the respect she deserves. "Maybe he has a friend he can introduce me to."

"Things aren't going good with the random?" She reaches to touch my wrist. I smile at the subtle sign of affection.

"They're okay. Better, I guess." I'm honestly not sure how to answer her question. "I just have this nagging feeling."

"What feeling, Jess. Spit it out." She reaches to push a piece hair back behind my ear. "What are you feeling?"

"I feel as though he's only in it for the sex." I shrug my shoulders. "He asked for my number but that's it. He never asks about my life unless it relates to the possibility of another man getting in my pants."

"So he's jealous but disinterested?" She cocks her head to the side.

"Exactly."

"Maybe he just likes the sex so much that he wants to keep you to himself but he's not interested in a real relationship."

"I think you just defined him to a tee." I reach to give her a quick hug. "Keep in touch."

"Come by and visit the kids whenever you want and Jess, watch out for your heart."

"T
his is so much fun." Rebecca literally screams over the hum of the crowd, the drink in her hand very close to spilling all over the front of her white dress. "We haven't partied this hard in years."

Correction. She hadn't partied this hard in years. I was drinking a virgin margarita and feeling absolutely no buzz at all. I had an early prep shift at the restaurant and I couldn't be cloudy for that. I wanted to make the best impression I could. Going with her to this new club opening was simply a favor. As soon as she found someone to latch onto, I was going to catch a cab to go home.

"We should dance." She pulls on my hand forcing me to leave my drink on the bar as I join her on the crowded floor.

"This is fun." I call over to her as the pulse of the music races through me. I close my eyes, losing myself to the rhythm. I don’t want to care about anything right now. I don't want to think about the fact that I called Nathan twice today and got absolutely no response. Tonight isn't about him. It's about me having fun.

I feel a hand on my side and my eyes pop open. A tall, blonde man is dancing next to me. I know I should push him away but it's just dancing. I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm having fun.

"What's your name?" he asks over the music.

"Jess," I almost scream back.

"Pretty." He smiles before he snakes against mine. I don't pull back. I'm coasting to the sounds, the smells, the feeling of the club. This is a place where I don't have to answer to anyone. I can be who I want to be and just enjoy knowing that other men want me.

I close my eyes again, not caring that his hands are now both on my waist. I can feel his pelvis gyrating against me. He's aroused. He's so wanting. If I met him the first night I trolled the other club, he would have been the man I fucked. It would have been one night. Simple. Over and done with.

The tempo changes and he moves closer. He shifts his hand from my waist to my hip. I push against him as he breathes even heavier on my neck.

Suddenly there's another set of hands on me. These are more aggressive, pulling me harder. I push against it, but I can't stop the grip. The hands pull me away from the blonde man and deeper into the crowd.

I feel a rush of hot breath on my neck and a hand pressing hard on my stomach. I push myself into the man behind me. I'd know his scent and touch anywhere. He must have listened to the voicemails I left him telling him where I would be. "When other men touch you, you think about me," he whispers. "Your body can't deny it."

"Your body wants me more, Nathan." I push back against him, feeling the strain in his pants. "You want to fuck me right here. Right in this middle of this dance floor."

"I'd fuck you anywhere." He turns me around quickly, pushing his full lips into mine. "I don't watch you for one night and you're in a club, dry humping a stranger."

"You should keep better tabs on me." I run my hand down his pants, outlining his rigid cock beneath the material.

"Tell your friend you're leaving right now."

"G
oddamn it." He exhales sharply as I pull my teeth across the tip of his cock. "You're so greedy tonight."

I nod before taking the head into my mouth again, pulling my tongue over the sensitive tip while my hands glide down the thick vein. "Your cock is beautiful."

"It's the only cock you want." He tugs lightly on my hair, causing me to moan in protest. "Take it all the way in, Jessica. Suck me off until I shoot it all down your throat."

I adjust myself so I can run a hand between my legs. I need to come too. He teased me with his fingers in the taxi on the short trip from the club to his apartment, but he didn't get me off. I'm so close. I want it so much.

"Harder, baby. Suck it harder." He pushes himself farther down my throat and I feel him swell. I want to please him but I'm so close.

I suck slowly as I finger my own clit. I feel his body tense as I look up. His eyes are glued to my naked body and my hand skillfully working towards my own release.

"Holy fuck," he moans loudly. "Jesus."

He grabs hold of my head with both hands and starts fucking my mouth slowly, his cock gliding effortlessly between my lips. I trace my tongue around it, while I circle my center. I've never felt so much all at once. I'm so close.