A Sorta Fairytale (10 page)

“Holy shit!” I scream. The stranger continues to ram fingers in and out of me, sucking hard on my nub. “Fucking shit!” My body shakes uncontrollably. “F-f-fuck.” The stranger continues to keep a mouth on me but begins to slow down. I place a hand over my head as I try to control my breathing. Then before I know it, a laugh escapes from my throat, and I can’t stop.

“That good?” the other voice asks, and I gasp.

I feel like a little kid playing hide and go seek. You know you’ve been caught in the closet, but you keep your eyes closed. If they can’t see you, then they haven’t found you.

“What?” the stranger laughs. “You’re not going to say anything after I gave you that fucking amazing orgasm?”

I breathe in and out a few times before my orgasm is completely over. Dropping my arm to my side, I sit up. My eyes are still closed. I just need a few more seconds to prepare for the face I’m about to see when I open them. Slowly, I open my eyes and see who is staring back at me with a wicked grin. “Hey, Stella.”

Taking in a deep breath, I mutter, “Hi, Alex.”

***

I jump up from bed. “Holy shit!” I gasp, looking around at the dark room, remembering I’m in my bed, in my apartment, alone. “Holy fucking shit,” I say as I place a hand to my chest to control my breathing. Turning on the light, I relax back in bed and laugh. “That was some dream.”

I knew when I had to find another, the three of us would be interesting. I just never thought I would think of that. I know it’s not a possibility, but still. It’s very interesting. My sex clenches. My panties are drenched from the dream I had. I know I’m not going to be able to go back to sleep without getting off. Sighing, I jump from bed and scrounge through my nightstand looking for the deluxe vibrator. “Gotcha.” I smile. After turning off the lights, I jump back in bed and think of doing exactly what I had dreamt about.

Chapter 16

4 months later

Thomas

Knowing I don’t have her completely to myself without a doubt kills me. I didn’t know it was going to be this hard. I wanted her to find a “playmate” when I couldn’t be there. It was that simple. I never thought she would still be in a relationship with the bastard.

I have cared for Stella ever since she walked into my office. Ever since she sat across from me and introduced herself. Her squeaky little voice. Timid posture. Shy personality. Little did I know that behind that little girl was this wild, sex-crazed, beautiful woman. One who fucks my cock with wild abandon. One who can’t get enough of me. One who tells me to fuck her always and forever. Fuck. My cock is getting hard just thinking about behind inside her tight, wet hole.

I don’t know who he is. All I know is they still haven’t fucked. I hope they never do. I want her to choose me. I’ll be damned, and I will do whatever it takes to keep her. I have for two years. It was a stupid decision on my end to have that third rule, but I said it. I can’t take it back. I just have to win her over now and keep her. Forever. Till death do us part. No, we’ve never slept together. Well, held one another and slept in the same bed. But I want to. I want to with her. Only her. She’s the one for me. I’m sure of it. And that fuck Alex can just find someone else to do whatever the fuck he wants with. Stella is mine. I’ve fucked her. I’ve come in her. I’ve marked her as mine. I love her, and I will do whatever it takes to keep her.

Chapter 17

Stella & Thomas

“You’re free to go home, Stella. I don’t think it’s going to happen tonight. I still have a few things I have to change in the opening argument.” Your voice carries through the quiet office. It’s almost two in the morning. You’re rereading, multiple times, a case that will start in the coming weeks. You’ve been working on it for the past couple of months. You say it’s the biggest of your career.

The case.

Defendants: Darren Williams, Jake Sanders, Alexander Jenson, Thomas Snyder, Lindsey Dickson, and Lauren Allen.

Victim: Daniel Lexon.

Reason: “Because he was a faggot,” one of the defendants said.

One of the reasons I fell so hard for Thomas was because he fought for the victims. And in this case, I’m so glad he fights for the victim and not for the defendants. They’re eligible for the death penalty. It’s news nationwide. It’s in the magazines and newspapers. Spoken from famous news anchors’ mouths. And I’m a part of it. Part of the process.

Yawning, I look over at you, your eyes glued to the stacks upon stacks of papers surrounding you, covering the desk. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you say, taking the black-framed reading glasses from your face. Closing your eyes, you stand and stretch.

“Mmm...” I murmur.

A breathy laugh comes from you. “What are you moaning about?”

“What is there to not moan about, Thomas? You are very sexy.”

You open your eyes, and I see they’re dark and dangerous. Just the way I like them. “No, Stella. You are. But we aren’t going to do that right now.”

“Oh?” My voice is filled with surprise and curiosity.

“Yes. Oh.” You laugh. Sitting back down in the black swivel chair, you say, “I thought we could go to the opera this weekend.”

“Why?”

You relax back in your chair, not answering right away. A tightness forms in my belly. “I thought it could be fun. We could go to dinner first.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Thomas?”

“We fuck, Stella. I thought it would be nice to do other things.”

My eyebrows cringe together and my lips purse. “What’s the catch?”

“You really think I’m that cynical? I just thought we could go out like normal couples do.”

“We’re a couple? Since when?”

“I mean we’ve been together for two fucking years.” Your tone of voice grows angry.

I shake my head. Putting the papers back in the folders, I place them in my purse. “This is getting ridiculous, Thomas.”

“What’s getting ridiculous?” you demand, standing from the chair and walking toward me. Kneeling down in front of me, you murmur, “What’s getting ridiculous?”

Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply. “This. Us. You wanting me to find somebody else. I was perfectly fine with what we had. I was never with anyone else the whole two years we were doing whatever it is we are still doing. While I’m sure you were probably fucking others besides me.” I start to push you aside to stand when you grab my wrist.

“Now just wait one goddamn second! I was not fucking other women while I’ve been with you. I have only been with you. I can’t get enough of this pussy,” you say, sitting down in the chair I was just in and pulling me onto your lap.

I feel you growing hard. I can’t explain it. Everything just evaporates. The anger. The disappointment. The hurt. All that’s left is arousal and wanting you inside me. “You weren’t?”

“No.” You laugh.

“I’m sorry. Was something I said funny?”

You clear your throat. “Stella, I haven’t been with anyone else the entire time we have been together.”

I rise to my feet and yell, “Then why? Why in the hell did you want me to find somebody else? Why did you want someone else touching me the way you have? Kissing me the way you have? Goddammit! I was fine with us. Perfectly fine. I was happy. And now? Now I’ve met Alex and my world is falling apart. My heart is breaking. Because you know goddamn well I can’t be with both of you. I can’t. Ultimately, I have to choose someone, and every time I’m with you or Alex my heart breaks just a little bit more.” Tears spill from my eyes. I’m starting to hyperventilate.

Before I know it, your strong arms wrap around me and pull me into a warm embrace. “Breathe, Stella. Just breathe.” You wring your fingers through my long hair in an attempt to calm me down. Leaving light little kisses on my forehead, you utter, “I’m so sorry, Stella. I’m so sorry I did this. I just wanted you to be happy.”

“I was happy, Thomas. I was beyond happy with you. I never wanted someone else.”

“But I did,” you assert. “I knew I couldn’t give you everything I wanted to give you. I knew I couldn’t. There was no way. But…”

Oh please don’t say “but.”

“I want to try. I want to try and give you what you want. What you need. What you deserve. I want to be that person for you.”

“Thomas,” I cry. Pushing away from you, I see sadness and despair in your eyes. “Thomas, why now? Why’d you do this now? God! I feel like I’m going crazy. This isn’t fair. This isn’t righ—” I stop yelling when your lips meet mine. When your arms reach around and wrap me up. When your body is against me. It takes my breath away, in a way you never have before. In a way I thought only Alex could. I’ve never seen this side of you. I never knew it existed, but I’m experiencing it now. With the breath we share as you breathe out and I breathe in. As your lips twine with mine. Symbolizing a feeling I never thought you’d have for me. I love you. I think it was always there, buried deep down, under lock and key. I always loved you. I always have. Always will.

“God, I love you, Stella,” you say against my lips. It comes out as one word. So fast. Yet filled with so much meaning, before your lips are attached to mine again. The way they were intended to be.

Tears fill my eyes and flow down my face like a waterfall. This was all I ever wanted. For two years. Two long years. This is what I’ve always wanted from you. I didn’t realize it until recently, until three months ago when Alex came into my life. Into both of our lives. You’ve never met Alex. You never will. But I feel almost as if both of the lives I live are colliding. Rapidly. Before my very eyes. And I can’t do anything about it, like the waves crashing in the ocean. You can see it, the water rising and falling, but you can’t predict when it does. It keeps rising and suddenly comes crashing down, taking out everything in its path.

Emotions are weighing heavy. From everyone. It’s tearing me apart, breaking me emotionally and physically. I can only imagine what it’s done to the two of you. Ninety percent of it I’m blaming on you. Blaming you for hiding your feelings. Hating you for making Rule Three. But hating myself even more because I listened when I didn’t have to. Hating myself for meeting Alex. But as badly as I want to, I can’t say I hate myself for starting a relationship with Alex. It’s been one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.

“I love you so much, Stella,” you whisper once more against my lips. Running your fingers through my hair, you lean back and stare into my eyes.

I stare up into yours. Mesmerized. Wishing like hell you would’ve said those three words much earlier in our relationship. Before I met Alex. Before we came up with the rules. Before our lives were forever changed. “Thomas,” I say softly.

“Yes?”

Looking back and forth between your eyes, I’m so caught up with emotion. It’s the lump in my throat. The tears in my eyes. “Will you let me stay the night?” I think you’re going to be nervous. Scared. Say no right away.

But you don’t. Instead you say, “Yes.” Releasing me, you walk over to your briefcase and grab it. Then mine. Finally my hand. And together we walk hand in hand out of your office, down the elevator, get in your Town Car, and drive to your loft. You make love to me, something you’ve never done before. You whisper sweet things in my ear. Kiss me all over my body. And mark me. Mark me as yours. Because I am. At least when I’m with you.

When all is said and done, our sweaty bodies mix and rest. Unlike you, though, I don’t fall asleep. I stare up at the ceiling, hyperventilating. Freaking out. I’ve never slept over before. It’s become a religion. We fuck and then I leave. It’s been engraved into my mind. My memory. My brain. That this is always what happens. No matter what. As much as I wanted to sleep in your arms, I can’t. I’ve been taught, trained otherwise.

Wriggling out of your strong arms, I quietly tiptoe toward the clothes scattered all through the place. I grab my torn thong and smile to myself. Even two years later it is still the sexiest thing when you rip the thongs from my body, hungry for my pussy. Getting ready, I quietly walk over to you and stare down, entranced by your beauty. The disheveled hair. Your naked body, half covered by a blanket. Very carefully, I sit on the edge of the bed. I know I shouldn’t, but I run my fingers through your hair. You move slightly, making my heart skip a beat, but you don’t wake up. You drift off further into a peaceful sleep. Getting up from the bed, I lean down, kissing you on the forehead, whispering, “I love you, Thomas.”

I’ve been dying to say those words. I thought I would be relieved when I said them to you. But I’m not. Instead everything has just become that much more real. Thomas and Alex. The two relationships I’m in. My twisting, breaking heart.