Undersold (18 page)

Shane nodded. “She’s my oldest and closest friend. I thought she told you that?”

I shook my head. “No, she never said anything.”

“I’ve known her most of my life. When I started Adstringo, I brought her along as my assistant, but really she’s more like my business partner. We haven’t been as close personally in recent years. The pressure from the job started to drive us apart. But when she walked in on you and I in that compromising situation, we started to talk again. Whatever had grown strange between us started to come apart, and our friendship started all over again.”

I took a second to process all of that. “So you’re just friends?”

“Just friends. Old friends, and nothing more. Never anything more.”

I felt myself break down. Tears welled up in my eyes as I threw my arms around his broad chest. He wrapped himself around me, and I sobbed against him. The stress of the past few days, the death of my Dad, it all was building up inside of me, and my relief over this Janice situation flooded through me. I sobbed and he held me for what felt like an hour as my body was wracked with convulsions. It was the hardest and deepest cry I’d had since I first heard about my father, and as I slowly calmed down, I felt like I was leaving something behind.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffled against him.

“No more apologies,” he commanded.

I felt renewed in a way I didn’t think I could. In his arms, the world righted itself.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“I don’t blame you. I’ve been keeping things from you, and although I never lied to you, I should have been more honest.”

“I’ve kept something from you, too.”

I could feel him laugh a little. “I have to admit I’m surprised by that.”

“It’s nothing huge. I’ll tell you all about it.”

He moved me back to look into my eyes, and then kissed me. I knew I looked like a mess, but his lips and mouth and tongue buried into mine, and I didn’t care. After a few moments, he pulled away.

“I want to tell you everything now, Amy. I need you to know everything. I’m in love with you.”

I could feel my heart drop from my chest. My body felt light, and I thought I was going to pass out, but his strong arms kept me grounded. I was elated and broken all at once as his words washed over me. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment, and I knew that I loved him too, and always had. I loved him more than I even know how to love. I needed him, I was greedy for him, for every inch of his form and his hands and his lips. I was greedy in love and wanted only to drown in it for the rest of my life.

“I love you too,” I said quietly, and we kissed again. His tongue and teeth and lips felt more a part of me than they ever had, and I kissed him deeply. We stayed like that for some time, and I felt the joy wash over and through me, cleaning me of whatever negative doubt and fear had lodged itself inside of me. We finally pulled away, looked into each other’s eyes, and laughed. We laughed at the absurdity of the world, at standing on a Levittown front lawn kissing, and we laughed because we were so happy. Finally, I gathered myself together as Shane released a long breath.

“Want to come inside?” I asked him.

“I absolutely do. Just let me tell the driver.” He moved off to talk to the driver, and I jogged up to our front door, threw it open, and went inside.

“John!” I yelled, but he was sitting on the couch a few feet away.

“What? Geez, I’m right here.” He stood up.

“Listen to me, Shane Green is here. He’s my boyfriend. You’re about to meet him. Then I want you to leave.”

He stared at me blankly for a second. “Shane Green? Like, the dude that owns Adstringo? Your boss?”

“Yes, my boss.”

“Is something wrong at work?”

“John. Listen. Idiot. He’s my boyfriend.”

Understanding bloomed across his face.

“And you want me to leave?” he asked.

“Yes!”

He grinned. “And why should I? I’m the man of this family now. I need to chaperone you kids.”

“I swear John, if you don’t leave, I will make you regret it forever.” I fumed at him and made my most intimidating face.

“Fine, fine, I’ll go out for a few hours.” Shane knocked at the door, and I gave John a ‘thank you’ look before pulling it open.

Shane walked in, and I felt like the room was filled with light. His eyes moved over the space, and I was taken all over again with his perfectly fitting suit, the simple black tie over his clean white shirt, only slightly smudged from my crying, and the intensity in the way he carried himself. John and Shane locked eyes, and then Shane smiled and walked toward him. They shook hands.

“Shane Green, nice to meet you.”

“John, Amy’s brother.”

Shane smiled bigger. “It’s really good to meet you.”

They dropped their hands. There was a short pause, and I was suddenly afraid things would be awkward.

“So Shane, what are your intentions for my sister?”

I stared at John and couldn’t believe he had said that. There was a silent beat, and I was terrified of how Shane would react. Before I could say anything, Shane started laughing. John joined in, and they clapped each other on the back, howling and hooting loudly. I had no clue what had just happened, and laughed nervously along with them.

John moved away from Shane and headed toward the door, still laughing. He looked back at me.

“This guy’s okay. I’ll see you two later,” he said.

“See you, John,” Shane said, and nodded, as their laughter died down.

“Bye John,” I said. John waved and walked out the door, chuckling to himself.

I looked at Shane. He was grinning and shaking his head. “What the hell was that?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I think I passed his test.”

“That was bizarre.”

His gaze locked on mine, and all laughter was gone. There was an edge of something in his look.

“Want to show me around?” he asked.

I gestured around us. “Not much to it. Living room, kitchen over there, two bedrooms and a bathroom back that way, two more bedrooms upstairs.”

He gave me a sly smiled. “Where’s your room?”

“It’s upstairs, but you don’t want to see that. It’s covered in Backstreet Boys posters.”

He stepped close to me and grabbed my hips. I felt his warmth immediately, and felt him press himself against me.

“Show me your room,” he whispered.

I nodded quietly, powerless, and took him by the hand. I led him up the stairs, and back toward my childhood bedroom.

W
e walked into my room, and he looked around with a grin. The carpet was yellow and the walls were yellow-green. My tiny twin bed stood in the center of the room, pushed back against one wall, with a small desk and a chair off to one side, and a dresser on the other. Backstreet Boys posters covered the remaining empty space.

Instead of the mocking jokes I expected, his eyes were locked on my body. I felt exposed and naked in front of him, even though I was still in my black dress.

“Stand by the bed,” he ordered me. I obeyed. He moved to stand by the desk.

“Take your dress off.” I stared at him for a second, but the powerful look on his face compelled me to listen. I reached back and unzipped then slid the dress forward and down. It pooled around my ankles.

His eyes raked up and down my body. He took off his jacket and placed it on the back of my chair as I stood there, completely exposed. I felt the excitement build as he looked at me.

“Take off your underwear,” he instructed. I obeyed, and took my bra off, then my panties. I dropped them on the floor next to my dress. My exposure was complete, and I watched him as his gaze slowly moved up my body, lingering on my soaking mound, and my full breasts. Goosebumps began to form on my skin from the chilly room, and I hugged myself loosely against the cold. I wanted him to warm me, but I wanted to find out what he had in store for me even more.

“Very good. Now, lay on the bed and touch yourself.”

His eyes were hungry, and he was unbuttoning his cuffs. I climbed onto the bed, and spread my legs open for him. He ran his eyes from my face, along my breasts, and his gaze lingered as I started to slowly rub myself. I had never done something like this before, but the simple way he stared at me was more exciting than anything I’d experienced before. He continued to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his pants, and took it off. The combination of his beautifully sculpted body and his hungry, piercing gaze made me soaking wet, and my own fingers on my clit sent shivers of pleasure through me. I let out a small moan. His ripped muscles flexed as he continued to undress, watching me.

“Does that feel good?” he asked. He laid his shirt over his jacket and looked at me.

“Yes,” I said quietly, as pleasure filled me.

“Do you like that I’m watching you touch yourself?”

“Yes,” I whispered again. He started to unbuckle his belt, and waves of desire hit me. I was starving for him. It felt like I hadn’t touched him in years, and I needed his muscles pressed up against me. But the way he was making me touch myself while he watched and undressed was only heightening my arousal. I was soaked through and throbbing.

He undid his belt, and pulled his pants down. I could see the outline of his huge cock, hard and straining against his black cotton boxer briefs. He folded his pants and placed them on top of his shirt. I continued rubbing myself, my fingers soaking wet, and I let out small moans.

He moved over to the side of the bed and looked down at me.

“I want you to ask me nicely,” he instructed.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Not good enough.”

I let out a deep moan. “Please, I need your cock, I need your body,” I said more loudly.

He slid his underwear off, and his cock was a rock between us. I stopped rubbing myself and reached for him. I was starving for him, and took the tip into my mouth. I sucked him hard, and he let out a satisfied grunt.

“Good, now take as much as you can.”

I slid his cock into my mouth and throat and felt myself gag. I pulled back then pressed forward again, taking as much of him as I could. I tasted his juice and his body and I was starving for more. I needed every inch, and I reached up with my left hand to stroke his shaft behind my lips. He reached his hands behind my head and grabbed onto my hair, and directed me along his shaft. I felt the wetness between my legs double as the pain of my pulled hair mixed with the deep need for his body. I wanted him to control me, to take me and own me. I wanted to make his body glow with pleasure. He held onto my hair and slowly moved his cock in and out of my mouth, making wet sounds as my lips moved around him, and I moaned. I loved that he was fucking my mouth, and using me however he wanted.

He released my hair and I pulled my head back, releasing his cock with a pop and trailing saliva from my tongue to the tip of his cock. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me. When he pulled back, he took my shoulders and pushed me backward. I laid sprawled on the bed as he moved himself between my legs. One second he was a pressure above me and an absence inside of me, and the next I was completely full of him, his body warm and rough against me, his cock deep inside my cleft, filling me with his girth and his strength.

“You’re mine now,” he said into my ear, and thrust deep inside me. I dug my fingers into his back as my body tightened with pleasure. He grunted as he filled me, and I felt waves of joy run through my body. He grabbed my hair and thrust harder and deeper and I moaned loudly, unable to control myself.

“I’m yours now, Mr. Green,” I whispered back, and felt his thrusts increase. His full lips grazed my neck and my cheek and found my mouth, and our lips and tongues met with force and hunger. We kissed and sucked each other’s lips as he filled me deeply, his strong arms wrapped around my body. He reached back with his right hand and took my arms and placed them above my head. He rolled back onto his knees, my legs on his shoulders, and fucked me hard. I grabbed onto the headboard as he thrust into me, his muscled body rippling with effort and sweat.

I could feel myself losing whatever used to hold me back. The block of self-doubt that lodged itself inside my chest began to dissolve as he moved inside me, and took me as his own. Now that he knew I was his body and soul, there was no more room for doubt and confusion.

I felt his right hand run down my neck and breasts, and grab onto my hip. He adjusted himself and my legs, and I felt him thrust deeper into my cleft. Waves of pleasure wracked my body, and as he thrust into me, I felt an orgasm begin to build inside. Shane was fucking me on my childhood bed, filling me deep, and all I wanted was more as the pressure kept building.

“Do you want to come for me?” he whispered, sensing my pleasure.

“Please, yes,” I said.

“I want to hear you beg for it,” he said.

“Please make me come, please let me come, please Mr. Green.” His thrusts increased, and waves moved through me.

“You have my permission,” he said.

He pushed harder and deeper into me, and my body began to stiffen, my head thrown back and moans escaped my lips. He grunted as his pace increased, and the orgasm began to explore across my body. I convulsed and shivered as I released every ounce of tension onto his perfect body. Every muscle inside of me tightened then loosened at once, and as his body stiffened against mine and he groaned, I could feel myself loose every bit of anxiety I’d felt in the past week. He tensed, and I felt him come inside me, filling me with his hot seed, and I bucked my hips against him to take every ounce, greedy for more and more. We ground our bodies together slowly as our orgasms faded into nothing.

Our orgasms finished, we laid on my childhood bed, sweating and spent, enjoying each other’s bodies in the post-orgasm glow. He reached up and touched my face.

“I love you, Amy. You’re mine for as long as I live.”

I looked back into his eyes. “I love you too. I’m always yours.”

We laid there for what seemed like hours and breathed in each other’s smells and bodies, content.

W
e showered in my old bathroom, and dressed again. It was strange, having Shane in that room, but his body and confidence filled the house and made it feel right where a day ago it felt empty and barren. We laid down on the bed again, fully dressed, and looked up at the ceiling together.