Fighting Desire (Bay State Series Book 2) (5 page)

“Lead the way gorgeous. I'm all yours.” Thankfully it's a fast song. I don't think I could handle another slow song without wanting to devour her right here on the dance floor. Tanya starts to dance nearby slowly making her way closer to us. I don't miss the look she earns from Sarah. Is that jealousy I see in her expression? Interesting. Not that I want her to feel the need for jealousy, it does prove to me she still has feelings for me. Yelling over the speakers I ask. “Have you met George and Frank's sister Tanya?” I indicate to the blonde with a sweep of my hand before pulling Sarah close to me in a show of possession. I have no desire for her to have any doubts I belong to her.

She turns towards her and extends her hand. “Nice to meet you. I saw you earlier but didn't get a chance to introduce myself. I'm those big dorks little sister. I've been away at college for a few years. I just graduated and started the job hunt last week.” Tanya explains as Sarah just looks at her with a half smile on her lips.

“Hi, nice to meet you too. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you if you plan on prowling around with those two. We usually go out at least once a week. You should come out sometime. We always have a blast and someone always ends up being carried out drunk.” Does she plan on coming out again with everyone? This certainly sounds like a good sign. Nice, I don't think we're going to have a problem here, which is good. I have a thing for red heads anyway.

“I'll catch you guys later, I'm heading home. My feet are killing me.” Tanya leans in for a hug from first Sarah and then me.

“Have a good night, we'll see you sometime.” She walks away to make her way to the door, saying her goodbyes on the way and I train my focus on Sarah again. “Are you about ready to take off?” I ask, hoping she's given some thought to me taking her home.

“Yeah, let's make our rounds. I'm taking my own car home though. One of us can just follow the other. Oh, your not allergic to cats are you? I needed some company so I adopted the cutest little kitten and she's super cuddly.” Shit, I don't give a fuck about a cat. I'd take a whole bottle of allergy pills every time I went to her house if I was.

“No, I'm good. I actually love cats. Just never thought I had the time to take care of one when I left home.” She looks so excited. I have a feeling this is going to go a little smoother than expected.

Story time

Having Brent back in my apartment is like a breath of fresh air. I've been hoping this day would come. I had to play my cards close to my chest, not knowing if he wanted his wife back. Ilyanna told me the other day that his divorce was final and he's been miserable without me. She told me that she and Rachel had been biting their tongues long enough, they couldn't stand to see both of us unhappy anymore, that I needed to let him explain. Well I'm finally giving in and extending an olive branch.

I can hear the pitter patter of little paws coming in search of mommy and I smile when she rounds the corner and immediately walks up to Brent and starts rubbing against his leg. He bends down and starts to pet her making her purr louder than I've ever heard her. “She likes you. I'm surprised she usually doesn't like anyone.”

Picking her up, he stands. “What's her name?” He asks as she rubs her head along his chin.

“Fenway.”

“Fenway.” he repeats chuckling. “Nice name. You're a pretty little girl Fenway, yes you are.” He places her back on the ground, walks into my living room, sits down on the couch and pats the seat next to him, inviting me to join him. I have to admit I was checking out his ass in the tight fitted dress pants adorning his fine physique from behind as I followed him.

“Do you want something to drink?” I ask before taking my place by his side. He raises a questioning eyebrow, prompting me to clarify. “I have water, soda, milk or apple juice.” I personally need something to hold onto to keep my hands from wandering. Five minutes alone and I already want in his pants. I have to keep telling myself we need to take it slow getting back to where we were. I need to let him sweat it out a bit. Make him work for it even though I know without a doubt we'll get there. I haven't so much as looked at another man since I left him standing broken in the hallway of his building back in December.

“Just some water, please.” I hear him stand from the couch and follow me into the kitchen. As I bend to grab a couple waters from the fridge, I can hear his breath hitch.

I hand him his water and excuse myself. “I'm just going to go change real quick. Make yourself comfortable.”

I close my bedroom door and I have to lean on it for a minute to calm myself down. This is going to be difficult. I walk to the edge of my bed and lean my head in my hands, rubbing my face before letting out a heavy sigh and going to my dresser to find something to wear, keeping the fact that Brent is sitting out there forefront in my mind. I'm burning up so I can't completely cover myself, at the same time I can't give him mixed signals. I decide on some gym shorts and a t shirt. I take the pins out of my hair and gently run my fingers through it, letting it hang loose on my shoulders.

As I reach the living room the sight that greets me puts a genuine smile on my face. Fenway is curled up on Brent's lap while his head is tipped back, eyes closed, his hands stroking her fur. “Someone definitely has a new best friend.” I chuckle and he looks up, his eyes wander over my body making me shiver. I watch as my little tabby curls up into a tighter ball.

Brent puts his arm behind me on the back of the couch as I sit down next to him. The heat that's coming off of him is palpable. He turns his body towards me, careful not to disturb the furball using him as a bed. “I don't know where to start.” He begins, staring at me as if he wants me to give him an opening.

“Why don't you start with why you thought it was okay to keep something like that from me. I mean it's a pretty big deal Brent.” I stare right back into his eyes, searching for and finding remorse in their depth.

“I didn't mention her because she meant and still means nothing to me. I was young and foolish when I asked her to marry me for all the wrong reasons. She is the one part of my past I want buried forever. I don't like talking or thinking about her at all. She tried to hurt me while we were together and again when she knew I had finally found someone that made me happy.” He pauses to take a sip of his water.

He pulls me closer and continues his sad tale about in my opinion a sick twisted bitch. “We had been dating for about six months when she got pregnant,” I gasp at his words, covering my mouth with my hands, shake my head and motion for him to continue. “so of course I did the honorable thing and proposed. Lot of good that did. She miscarried shortly after we were married. We stayed together for roughly seven months until I had enough of her two timing ways.”

I lay my head down on his shoulder and stay silent listening to his explanation. His sandalwood  cologne is calling my lips, I want to kiss him so bad right now, just his neck, just a peck. I know if I do story time will be over. “It took her six months to sign the divorce papers.” He pulls me up so we're face to face. “That's why she came over that night Sarah, she knew you were there. She had to. Why else would she come over that late. Like I said, for some reason she's out to get me. Please don't let her win baby, I couldn't take it. I'm sorry, so, so sorry I didn't tell you. I love you Sarah. Please say you forgive me?”

A big part of me wants it to be that easy, but the wounded part of me puts up protest. I still can't grasp the way he feels, or felt when he decided to withhold that information. If I was still married I would have made it a point pretty early on to tell him. I do understand him wanting to put the time with her behind him. I'm also well aware of the fact that it would have come up at some point. Especially with her scheming ways. 

The look on his face while waiting with bated breath was hopeful. A slight smile playing on his lips, head tilted towards mine, he looks so good. My longing for him is only heightening the longer I stare into the depths of his baby blues. I gently pick Fenway up and place her on the other end of the couch so I can straddle Brent's lap. It makes me believe he knows how sexy I think it is when he raises one of his eyebrows at me because he's contantly doing it. No need for questioning me with words. He knows I'll give him the answers he's looking for.

Gently taking his face in my hands, I rub my nose against his giving him eskimo kisses. “Your lucky I love you and missed you so much. It's going to take some time to forgive you completely but I'm willing to try and I'm honestly not strong enough to stay away any....” He doesn't let me finish my sentence. His mouth is crushing down on mine, stealing my breath. His hands find their way to my breasts, pinching my nipples through the soft cotton. My hips instinctively move over his crotch, my center begging for connection. I've been waiting so long to feel this again, so why is my mind trying to fight what my body wants. His moans snap me out of my internal debate. “Wait!” I exclaim breathlessly.

“What?” He asks a look of surprise on his face. “I don't want to stop, I just got you back.” Looking completely vulnerable he strokes my hair, his chest  rising and falling at a quickening speed that matches mine. “I need you.” He pleads with me and slowly starts to pull my face back to his.

Shaking my head I open my mouth only to close it again as I search for the words that I want to say. “If you have any other secrets now would be the time to tell me. I want no regrets with you. I only want to move forward, not backwards. I love you Brent, please don't keep anything from me ever again. Whatever happens I need to know you'll tell me. My heart couldn't take it again.” My head lowers, staring at his chest with the last of my words.

Crushing me to him he continues his petting, kissing the top of my head, he whispers, “Nothing else, I promise.” His hands travel down my back to the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and off with no struggle from me.

Sitting up, I stroke his face. “Promise?” I ask again, while he fingers the tops of my breasts swelling out of my bra, giving him one more chance to disclose anything that may come back and haunt us.

“I promise beautiful. There's nothing else. You know everything else there is to know about me. I also guarantee to never keep anything from you ever. Your my world Sarah, I was so lost without you.” He leans in and licks the edge of my lips, continuing up my jawline. His hand shakily takes hold of the back of my neck, fingers massaging my nape. When his mouth finally reaches my ear, he lovingly gives it a few nips, then sucks the lobe into his mouth. “Please Sarah, let me make love to you.?” He asks it more like a plea then a question.

There's no need for me to verbally answer him. I'll show him just how much I need him. How much I want him to make love to me. The urgency for him to erase these last few months from my mind is gnawing at me like a dog with a bone, persistent. Feeling him inside of me again will be a good start, and time, well time will only prove his feelings for me. And I plan on letting him show me over and over again, everyday what I mean to him.

Turning my face to his, I give him permission with my kiss. Probing his lips with my tongue he parts them, allowing it's invasion. Without breaking contact I reach behind me to undo my bra, which I'm finding rather difficult in my haste. Sensing my issue he wraps his arms around me, promptly unhooking the clasp and freeing me from my constriction.

“I've missed these.” He tells me and lowers his head and takes one of my aching nipples in his mouth, licking it frivolously, driving me crazy. “You took your rings out?” He asks after releasing me with a pop.

They've been out for a while now, I honestly haven't given much thought to them. “Yes, I don't need them anymore, they we're just for show. Please, Brent I need you so much.”

Seeming content with my answer, he leaves it at that. “I know baby, you have me. I'm all yours. Always.” Lifting me from my position on his lap, he carries me to my bedroom, tosses me on the bed and makes short work of his clothes. I giggle at his urgency and start to take off my shorts. “Oh no you don't, I want to open my present.” The predatory look he's giving me makes me shiver all the way down to my toes.

Crouching down at the end of my mattress, he starts to stalk me like I'm his prey. I watch him as he advances on me, crawling on all fours along the length of my soft pink cotton sheets. For every inch he gains I back up slightly until my back hits the hardness of my hardwood headboard. Giggling again I feign capture. “Oh no! Wherever shall I go now?” I give him my best scared expression.

“Your not going anywhere little girl, you're all mine now. I hope you're ready.” He's so sexy while trying to keep a straight face, the corners of his mouth curl up ever so slightly while he's fighting the smile that I know is lurking on his gorgeous face. I don't know why but I continue the game, jumping off of the bed and running for the door. I let out a high pitched squeal as he catches me and pins me to the door, my back to his front, holding my hands up above my head. I feel his thickness pushing against my ass and I can't help but wiggle it, loving the sound of his moans. “You really didn't think you were going to get away from me did you Sarah?” He clasps both of my wrists in one hand, moving the other to the apex of my thighs. Stroking my sex through my shorts, he leans in to whisper in my ear. “This,” He rubs me faster along my lips and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with every pass of his fingers. “is mine. No more running Sarah.”

He releases my wrists and lightly runs the hand that's not busy between my trembling legs down my arm to my waist. His mouth leaves my ear and he rains wet kisses along the path his hand just descended, paying a little extra special attention to the side of my breast pressed against the door. I feel his hand leave my private place and take hold of my waist opposite his other. I wimper in protest until I feel my shorts swiftly yanked down to my ankles and I suck in a harsh breath and bite down on my lip. I cry out as he abruptly spreads my legs as far as they'll go and I feel his tongue spreading my lower lips.

“Yes!” I scream when he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks. Hard. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Mmmmm.” He mumbles, face still buried between my legs that now feel like jelly and I don't know how much longer I can stand like this. I try to twist my body around but he stops me by digging his fingers into my hips. “Oh no you don't, your staying just like this until I make you cum so hard you scream my name.” This man right here has permantly ruined me for other men. He knows my limit and pushes me to it every time. He slides his tongue along my lips, occasionally probing my entrance and going back to my clit. If he keeps this up it won't be very long before I make a big mess all over his face. As if prompting my orgasm, he sucks my swollen nub into his mouth gently nipping it with his teeth and sends me soaring into one of the stongest climaxes I've ever had.

And I do scream his name, over and over again.

I sag into him as I come back down to earth. He picks me up in his strong arms and gently places me on my bed. Joining me, he settles himself between my spread thighs and wastes no time sinking inside me. “Fuck Sarah, your so tight, so good baby. I'm not gonna last.” He tries to draw out his explosion by pumping slowly into me as I grind my pelvis in circular motions, rubbing my button along his groin. “Shit baby, I forgot a condom.” He says suddenly and for some reason I feel safe with him.

Sweat drips down his brow and I know he's struggling by the look of concentration on his face. Biting his lip, eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back, I grab his face and crash it against mine in a passionate embrace. “I'm on the pill,” I hiss. “Let go baby, I'm right with you. I need to feel you erupt inside of me.” I run my hands down his sweaty chest and wrap them around him, grabbing his ass in my palms, I dig in with my fingertips and pick up the tempo of my thrusting. I know he's close, he's breathing heavy, panting, moaning until he grunts and scrunches his face as he releases inside my pulsing entrance. My back arches as I milk the last of his cum from him.