The One Left Behind (The One Series) (27 page)

“So, where are you taking me, Charming?”

“I like this new nickname you’ve given me by the way. First, I’m going to take you to the bathroom and get these clothes off you and have my way with every inch of your body. Then I’m going to draw us up a nice hot bubble bath and we’re going to soak in it until we’re all pruney. Then I’m going to have my wicked way with you again until you pass out from exhaustion.”

“I like the sound of that. Especially the last part.” My insides are doing somersaults and my center is throbbing with anticipation.

He smacks my ass playfully and begins to throw me on the counter. Just as I think I’m about to hit it, he stops me by wrapping his arm around my back and places me gently on the sink. He stands up and starts to remove the remainder of the clothes he has on. Once he is done, he starts on my clothes. He goes to reach for a condom but the drawer is empty. His face instantly pulls down into a frown at the realization. I can tell he’s about to put the brakes on this operation when I grab his arm and pull him toward me. He looks at me confused and I smile and nod, letting him know it’s okay.

There is no hesitation on his face as his eyes heat up with desire, “If you’re giving me the chance to feel you skin to skin with no barrier, I’m taking it. I want to be as close as possible while buried inside of you.” The deep, raspy tone of his words make me want him even more.

His lips come crashing down on mine as he enters me slowly. I raise my hips to meet him and he slides into me like a perfect fit. He stills for a moment and closes his eyes enjoying the skin to skin contact. “Oh God, baby. You feel amazing,” he says before he begins to move again. We both moan out in pleasure and I know this is going to be a nice, long night.

GOD, WHAT A fucked up day. I feel like complete shit for the way I acted toward Addison earlier this afternoon. I am such a dick. The things I said to her were unforgivable. She’s not a whore and I’m not sure I’ll even get the chance to apologize to her and I wouldn’t blame her if she never talked to me again.

I can’t believe I kissed her after I verbally assaulted her. I’m so disgusted with myself. Even if she got her memory back, I doubt she’d want to be with me after all that. At first I was so glad she was kissing me back, and she seemed to be into it with the way she was clutching my shirt. I knew I had to stop and when I pushed her back, I thought I only saw confusion written all over her face. Like she was confused as to why I stopped us. Now that I’m thinking about it, it wasn’t just confusion; it was extinguished lust and desire. She might have physically responded, but emotionally? She wasn’t there with me. I think that hurts even worse. Even if she didn’t remember me, wouldn’t she be somewhat emotionally connected after a kiss like that? I guess not if she found someone else to love.

Fuck, I’m depressed.

Which is why I’m sitting here at the bar again. I don’t necessarily feel like drinking alone, so I text message Jeremy.

Me: Hey, bro. I’ve had the shittiest of shitty days. Wanna meet me up at Docs?

Ten minutes later I finally get a response.

Jeremy: Sorry, dude. I’m already out.

Me: That’s cool. What are you up to?

Again, another long pause before his response comes through.

Jeremy: I’m just hanging out with someone. No big deal.

He has been acting suspicious lately. It’s almost like he’s hiding something. We tell each other everything, so I thought he’d tell me when he was ready. Until then, I guess it is just me and my trusty beer.

Me: Okay….I guess I’ll see you around. Call me later.

Jeremy: Will do. Be safe and don’t drink too much. Call a cab if you do.

I roll my eyes. I’m getting tired of the whole mother hen thing from Jeremy when it comes to my drinking. I doubt he’d be handling this any better if he were in my shoes.

I am about five beers in when Brooklyn walks in to take her place behind the bar. I guess she got the late shift this evening since it is 8:00 and she is just now showing. And damn, she looks hot in her barely there outfit. I really don’t know why that girl wears clothes at all. I can paint a perfect picture of her naked in my head right now. I wonder if she has any piercings in her….

I stop that line of thinking and take in what she’s wearing. She is wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts. They are so short I can see the bottom of her ass cheeks when she turns around. She has on another short, baggy T-shirt that is semi sheer so you can barely see the red bra she’s wearing underneath. With it she has on some black combat looking boots that are quite intimidating.

She turns around after giving me a nice view of her ass and says, “Hey.” She’s using a seductive tone and I know it could be a long night if she keeps this up.

I try to smile, but I think I fail as I respond, “Hey, what’s up buttercup?”

She leans over the bar to get closer to me. “Not much. Why so glum, sugarplum?”

I don’t know why I say it, but it is like I’ve been dying to tell someone. “Addison is fucking Pierce.” I let out a long sigh as if the burden has been lifted from me. I know that’s not possible because I feel just as shitty now after saying it as I did before. Maybe even worse now since saying it to someone else makes it more real for some reason.

She doesn’t look that surprised. “Well, shit. You gonna be alright?”

“Well, considering I’m about six or seven beers in tonight, I’d say I’m feeling pretty damn good right now.”

She leans closer and crooks her finger at me, motioning for me to come here. I hesitantly lean forward as she whispers in my ear, “I could make you forget.” She leans back and looks at me from under her eyelashes as she bites her bottom lip. I know it’s gotta be the beer talking, but that offer doesn’t sound half bad. Hell, maybe a small part of me wants to feel like I’m getting even with Addison. I give her a drunken smile and say, “Oh, really? And how would you do that?”

She slowly licks her lips before leaning forward again, “I wouldn’t want to tell you and ruin the surprise, but let’s just say that it would involve you coming. A lot.” She walks away I guess to let me think about it. There’s not much to think about. I’m drunk, I haven’t had sex in months, she’s willing and offering, and right now my dick is throbbing. Yep, looks like my mind is made up.

Looking at her, I take a swig of my beer and wait for her to turn around and look at me. She glances over her shoulder. I give her a smile and wink at her. She smiles back before returning to her current customer. Tonight could be crazy wild, or a really bad idea. Eh, I’m single. I might as well take advantage of it.

All through the night Brooklyn would walk past me and whisper in my ear what she was going to do to me. The longer I sat here in my alcohol induced haze and the more graphic her suggestions got, the hornier I became and I was ready to fucking explode and fuck her up against the wall in front of everyone. She would say things like she’d lick me from root to tip, to telling me all the places she wanted my mouth and tongue on her. Through these very graphic descriptions, I learn that she has a piercing down below. Interesting. I had slowed my drinking down the closer it got to closing time to avoid getting whiskey dick. I am committed to doing this, so not being able to get an erection would definitely put a damper on the evening, not to mention be embarrassing. I’d had a boner for about an hour now and I was beyond ready to get out of here.

“Let me go clock out and we can get out of here, okay?”

I nod and wait by the door for her. She meets up with me and I say, “I don’t think I should drive, so you’ll have to.”

“No problem. My place or yours?” She’s facing me and we’re only inches apart. She puts her hand on my chest and starts drawing circles with her fingertip.

“Yours,” I say almost too quickly. I don’t want to fuck her at my place. I don’t want lasting memories and associations of tonight to plague me when I’m home.

“Okay, this way.” She grabs my hand and leads me to her car.

The whole ride to her house she kept rubbing my dick through my jeans. I couldn’t wait to fuck her at this point. We walk into her small apartment, she closes the door and immediately drops to her knees. She unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my pants, and has them around my ankles within seconds. And holy hell, she pulls my boxers down with her teeth, the whole time looking up at me. I grunt in anticipation of what is to follow.

She takes me in her mouth and all thought leaves my mind with the various techniques she uses. I lean my head back against the wall and grab a fist full of her hair. I’m not sure of the words that are uttered out of my mouth, but they seem to spur her on as she gets more eager. If she keeps doing this, I’m going to explode and leave her hanging. I might be drunk, but I’m not selfish. I make sure my partner gets an equal exchange at the very least.

I grab her head firmly and pull her away looking down into her eyes. “You’re gonna make me come like that, and I’d rather not right now.” Her breathing picks up at my statement and I can see the raw need on her face. She stands up and starts to take off what little clothes she has on. Once she’s naked I take in her body. She has nice tits that are a perfect handful with pink, little nipples. They look like they want to be sucked. I look down at her waxed area and can’t wait to explore her piercing.

She takes my hand and leads me over to the dining room table just a few feet away. She sits and leans back on it, pulls up her knees, and spreads her legs open wide. She looks down at herself and then back up at me with pure heat in her eyes. I know exactly what she’s wanting without her even saying a word. I’m not sure I want to get that intimate with her, but the beer quickly pushes that thought aside as I lean down and give her what she wants. “Oh, yes, yes Colin. Just like that,” she moans, looking down at me between her legs. I want to hurry up and get her there so I take my right hand and stick two fingers in her as I continue working her with my mouth. She comes so hard I feel her squeezing the life out of my fingers and she’s screaming so loud I’m pretty sure her neighbors two floors down can hear.

“I need to fuck you,” I growl at her.

This excites her. She pulls me forward and lays back down on the table. I pull a condom out of my wallet and roll it on. I take my dick in my hand and start to feed it into her when a vision flashes quickly through my head. I can see Addison laying beneath me as I’m about to make love to her. This image instantly pisses me off. Addison doesn’t want me. Brooklyn does. I can’t look at Brooklyn because all I see is Addison. This image puts my stomach in a knot and I almost stop for fear of getting sick. I slightly shake my head. No, I’m going to do this. If she doesn’t have a problem sleeping with someone else, then I shouldn’t either.

I pick Brooklyn up off the table. “Bend over.” She looks somewhat stunned at my bluntness and lack of finesse. “You can bend over the table or stand in the middle of the room and grab your ankles. I don’t care which one, but I’m going to fuck you from behind.” I know this is a little crude of me to say, but I can’t bring myself to look Brooklyn in the face when I take her right now. The guilt of what I’m about to do will choke me if she’s not looking the other way when this happens.

This seems to arouse her as she bites her lip and says, “How about you bend me over the bathroom sink and we can watch each other?” She’s smiling while rubbing herself. Nope, I don’t want to look at her face as I drill into her.

“No, that’s okay. This is just fine.”

I spin her around and push on her back to bend her over the dining room table. She must sense my urgency because she grips onto each side of the table. Good, she’s going to need to brace herself for this one. The image of Addison along with the accompanying guilt has really fucked with me, therefore I’m going to fuck Brooklyn into oblivion to rid my mind of the thoughts.

I’m not being gentle about this at all. Ordinarily, I would never act like this while having sex with a woman. I’m actually a little stunned by the way I’m thrusting into her, and more surprising is the fact that she’s loving every second of it and asking—no screaming—for more. Sweat is rolling down my back with all the energy I’m exerting and I know it’s a matter of time before my legs start to cramp up since they’re already burning. I need to switch up positions, but do it in a way she’s still not looking at me. Addison is still haunting my thoughts.

I lean over her back and whisper in her ear, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I pull out of her and she leads me to her room.

I lay on my back on the bed and grab for her. “Ride me, backwards.” She gives me a look and I wonder if she’s picking up on the fact that I don’t want her facing me. She doesn’t say anything though and does as she’s told.

She’s purring at me telling me she wants me to come for her. I kind of wish she’d be quiet. Listening to her voice is just a reminder that I’m not with Addison. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip her hips forcefully hoping I can finish soon. Eventually, I find my release, but it’s not nearly as satisfying as I thought it’d be. My mind still isn’t wiped clean of the guilt of feeling like I’ve cheated or the images of Addison with another man. I’m too exhausted to analyze it further, so I roll over and pass the fuck out.