Fighting Desire (Bay State Series Book 2) (7 page)

Rewind

What the hell?

Why do I feel guilty? I wish I wouldn't have shared the truth about my little fantasy with him. Things had gotten a little tense after my admission and I wish I could take it back.

“No I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable back there. Do I think you overreacted in the kitchen? Sure. But the fact is I need to go home tonight. You can come with me or you can go home.” I say trying to negate some of my guilt. It seems we're both wound a little too tightly tonight. I shrug my shoulders and look out of my window as the night passes me by.

I watch as people walk in groups down the busy streets. Countless lights scatter throughout my vision as I start to feel tears leak at the corners of my eyes. Damn tears.

“I want to come home with you Sarah. I just got you back. I never want to be away from you. I was hurt and thought you didn't want to spend the night with me because of my reaction earlier.” We're sitting at a red light and he reaches over to take my hand in his and brings it to his lips. “I love you. I'm scared. Please be patient with me.” I just sigh and continue to stare out my window until he shuts the car off and comes around to open the door for me.

I follow him up to his apartment and wait quitely while he gathers his things. “Will you please say something? Anything?” He pleads as he sets his things down next to me and wraps me tightly in his arms.

“Can we just rewind to before this afternoon. I want to forget it ever happened. Can we do that?” I just don't want to keep going around in circles with this. I know we both feel responsible, so the best thing to do would just be to forget it ever happened.

He pulls my face to his, kissing me briefly before burying his face in my neck. “If that's what you want.”

“It is,” I tell him and he slowly releases me.

He grabs his bag from the floor and walks to the door, opening it for me and locking it behind us. The entire ride to my place I anticipate the awkwardness tonight will bring. It almost feels like last night never happened.

Fenway's waiting for us as I open the door. She immediately starts rubbing herself in a figure eight between Brent's legs and I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. I give him a quick kiss and head into the kitchen to put the dishes away that I left drying on the counter. Just as I'm bending over to put a pan in the bottom cabinet I hear him clear his throat before I feel him press tightly into my backside. His hands travel from my hips, lightly gliding up my ribs and all of the tension from earlier dissolves leaving me wanting, needing him. I rub myself up and down on his now very evident thickness, loving the way it feels. I don't know how long we stay in this position and I'm feeling a little light headed as he stands me upright and leads me into the bathroom.

“Shower with me?” He asks. Like I could say no.

“Just shower?” I inquire as I worry my bottom lip with my teeth and slowly put on a strip tease for him, making a low growl escape his throat.

“Oh I don't know about you, but I plan on getting dirty first.” He gives me a sexy grin as he joins me and starts shedding his clothes. He's on me with lightning speed, taking over the task of removing my bra. His hands linger in the back of my panties, rubbing and spreading my cheeks as he takes my mouth with fervor. Stealing my breath as our tongues dual, stroking one another. My hands a frenzy along his chest and I can't get enough of him.

Breaking away from him, I whisper in his ear. “If I don't have your cock inside of me right now I'm not going to be responsible for my actions.”

He chuckles and turns on the shower. “Is someone a little impatient?” He asks, resuming his task of ridding me of my panties.

The only answer I can fathom is a moan as his finger slips inside of me, circling, stretching me. He reaches behind me with his other hand and releases the clasp of my bra, letting it fall down my arms but not completely off. “So beautiful.” He says and takes one of my aching nipples in his mouth and alternates between sucking and licking, back and forth, driving me absolutely insane.

I grip his arms and pull him up level with me. Crashing my mouth onto his again, I push him backwards, making him step into the tub. As soon as my feet hit the hard ceramic I fall to my knees and look up at him as I enclose him in my mouth, never breaking eye contact. I watch him as he tilts his head back, eyes closed, a look of rapture on his sexy, stubble covered face. Water droplets cascade around my shoulders, lightly spraying my treat with a warm mist. I continue to pleasure him with my mouth until I physically can't take it anymore. As soon as I stand I'm roughly lifted and pushed against the wall. He pulls me down onto his cock in one swift thrust. I cry out at the feeling of fullness, loving every second.

“Yes,” I cry out as he picks up a steady rhythm. He keeps his pace, pistoning into my heat over and over as he chants my name. My nails grip his back in fear of falling.

“I won't drop you baby.” He tells me as if reading my thoughts.

As one of his hands hold me to him his other gives both of my nipples attention in turn as he feeds on my lips and tongue like they're his last meal. He slows and grinds harder into me making me contract and explode around him. Turning me into a limp ragdoll in his arms. After a few more strokes I feel him erupt inside me. His mouth leaves mine and he kisses down my face until he reaches my neck and rests there, catching his breath.

He lets me down gently and I have to lean on the wall, feeling unstable. I close my eyes for just a second. “Hey, don't go falling asleep on me in here.” He chuckles, successfully making me snap my eyes open.

“You have a way of draining all of my energy.” I grin at him as I take in the sight before me. The lines of his chest glisten from wetness and my eyes wander down to his length that is impressingly still hard. “Not that I'm complaining.”

I take the cloth and lather it up. Running it over him, I pay special attention to my favorite parts, making him moan again. When he's good and clean he returns the favor and when he gets to the apex of my thighs I can't help the sounds of ecstasy coming out of my mouth. “Alright, lets get out before I take you in the shower again.” He tells me as I rinse myself off under the stream of steamy water. “We don't need your legs turning to jello. I'm not quite done with you yet.” He reaches around me to shut the tap off.

“I hope not. I could go for some more of you myself.” Taking ahold of him I give him a gentle squeeze and it pulses in my hand. We step out and quickly dry ourselves off. He lifts me in his arms and carries me into my room. After laying me on the bed, he joins me and settles his head between my legs.

When I finally fall asleep after several orgasms, I have some pretty creative thoughts of never letting him leave.

                               *****

I roll over and watch him in peaceful slumber, revisiting my thoughts from last night. I wonder if that would be pushing him too soon. I can't help but think he would agree to moving in. I know I said that a night apart wouldn't kill us but the thought of it hurts. I push myself off of the bed and go in search of something to wear today. I'm going to miss working in my pajamas that's for sure. My work clothes probably have cobwebs covering them. I settle on a black pencil skirt and a pale green blouse and some black heels, happy to see they are in fact cobweb free.

My shower is a short one, being careful to not wet my hair. After getting dressed I throw my hair up in a quick bun and put some make up on.

I make my way over to the bed to wake up Brent. He looks so good there. The blanket half covering his muscular back, one leg in and one out. I just stand there watching him sleep for a few minutes then bend down and kiss the hollow of his neck.

“Mmmm, good morning beautiful.” He tells me as he rolls onto his back and opens his bright sleepy eyes. “You showered without me?” His mouth turns down in a cute pout, making me giggle.

“Yes, no time this morning for getting dirty. Plus you looked so peaceful. I figured I'd let you sleep a bit longer. There's towels in the hall closet. I'm going to make us a quick breakfast.”

I turn to leave and he grabs my waist pulling me down onto the bed with him. “What if I want you for breakfast?” He asks, taking my face in his hands, moving them to the back of my neck, holding me prisoner in his hungry gaze.

“Your insatiable. Come on get up. I need to eat before work and I don't want to be late.” He turns the brief kiss I place on his lips into a long and lingering one. And he almost makes me change my mind. Almost. He finally lets me go and sits up on the edge of the bed and scrubs his hands down his face.

“You make me insatiable. I can't get enough of you Sarah.” I rub his shoulders and place a quick kiss on his cheek before hopping off the mattress and heading out of the room.

I stop in the doorway and look back at him staring at me. “Ditto baby.”

                                *****

Melissa greets us as soon as we walk through the double doors. “Good morning,” she says to both of us before turning to me,  “Sarah, Braydon said to go straight to his office so he can get you situated.”

Brent nods her way and heads to his department. I watch him as he walks away. Once he's finally turned the corner I turn my attention back to Melissa. “Thank you, have a good day.” I turn on my heel and walk in the same direction as Brent to Braydon's office, feeling slightly nervous. I hope I don't let him down in Ilyanna's absence. She has an assistant so I asume she'll be helping me as well.

I knock on the door to his office and immediately hear him tell me to come in. I turn the handle swinging the door open and I'm taken aback by all of the pictures of Ilyanna that crowd the space. Some of them together but mostly just pictures of her. If I knew his feelings for her last year I never would have even tried to get with him. I can see it so clearly now and I hope Brent and I can eventually have what they do.

“Good morning, you wanted to see me.”

“Yes. Thanks Sarah, you don't know how much this means to us.” He motions for me to take a seat across from him and starts to go over our itinerary for the day. Most of it making sense, some not so much. I make notes on the things I want to call Ilyanna about, not wanting to seem lacking to Braydon. Hopefully she'll keep my inquiring phone calls between us. I don't want him having to find someone else to do this for them. I'm sure I'll learn as I go. “You can use your own office if you want to but it will most likely be easier on us both if you use Ilyanna's. Whatever you want to do just let me know. And Mariam will be in shortly if you need her to help you with anything.”

“I'll use her office that's fine. I'm sure my computer doesn't have the right files anyway.”

“Now that that's settled, are you alright?” He asks with genuine concern in his voice.

“Yeah, I'm good. We're good. Just some miscommunication. No worries.” I smile, trying to make him believe my words. If last night and into the early morning are any indcation, we're fucking awesome.

“Good, I'm happy for you two. Please be patient with him. I know he's trying.” I just nod my head at his advice. “Come on, let me show you her office and go over a few programs you'll need to familiarize yourself with, as well as introduce you to a few client files we'll be having meetings this afternoon with. I want you as comfortable as possible. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask.” He stands and walks to his still open door.

I thought Braydon had a lot of photos in his office. Ilyanna has twice as many. All different except for the one on their desks. They're sitting at what looks like a kitchen island completely oblivious to the camera, smiling at each other with so much love in their eyes it could literally make someone sick.

My phone chimes on the desk and I swipe the screen to unlock it and see a text from Brent.

{ Hey gorgeous, wanna do lunch? P.S I love you! }

I smile down at my screen like a school girl for what seems like forever before responding.

{ Sounds good sexy. You in the mood for anything particular? P.S I love you too. Xoxo }

My phone chimes immediately letting me know I have another message, this one's from Ilyanna.

{ So? How's your first day in my shoes? Lol! If you have any problems I'm only a phone call away. I hope everything is okay with Brent. If you ever need to talk I'm here for you, I hope you know that. Anyway Get back to me when you get a chance. Ttyl :) }

She is such a good person and I'm glad I've found such a good friend in her. I hadn't heard my text from Brent come in while I was reading Ilyanna's. I open it up and get tingles all over as I read his reply.

{ You sprawled across my desk. ;) }

Shaking my head I don't respond. I'll see him in a few minutes. I'm hungry but a big part of me wants to take him up on his offer. It's not like my bare ass hasn't ever been laid flat against the hardwood surface before. Smiling to myself which I've been doing a lot of lately, I shut down the computer. My text from Ilyanna forgotten for now. Before I reach my door I lift my skirt, take hold of my panties and shimmy them down my legs. I stuff them in my purse and leave my office with purpose. Maybe when I'm done with him we'll have time to eat.

Best I can

I hear my office door open and look up to see Sarah closing it behind her. She stands with her back against the door and her hands behind her. The look on her face is serious and I try to think of anything that could have happened to upset her today.  Braydon said she was catching on quickly and seemed to be in a really good mood all morning when he called me earlier to go over employee turnover. He also asked what last night was about and I filled him in, leaving out the marathon sex I had with the sexy as sin woman in my office.

She's still at the door looking delicious, her tight lipped expression turning into a provocative smile. Her bottom lip's between her teeth as she pushes off of the door and walks with purpose towards my desk. Stopping and standing behind me she spins my chair until I'm facing her. She runs her hands through my hair, still not saying a word since she entered the room. The top two buttons of her shirt are undone. I glide my hands over the soft material at her sides, grazing my thumbs under her amazing tits. I can see the tops of her generous swells over the top of her bra and I have to lick my suddenly dry lips. Gliding her hands down my face, she grabs my chin and lines my eyes up so I'm looking directly into the depths of hers.

“I have a little problem.” She tells me, bending down and licking the seam of my mouth, probing for entrance.

I grant her access but only briefly. I need to know what this problem is. “What's wrong?” My hands find her perfect ass and I pull her closer to me, licking the length of her cleavage, making her breathing increase. My tongue delves deeper and my cock grows stiff with my oral exploration.

She brings her mouth to my ear, sucking it gently into her mouth and licks the the spot where it meets my neck, making me shiver. “I seem to have forgotten my panties.” Never would I have imagined I could get any harder, but her words prove me wrong as soon as they leave her mouth. I swell so thick it hurts.

“Fuck.”

I'm on her with urgency. I rip her shirt open sending buttons flying across the room. “My shirt!” She gasps.

“Fuck the shirt. We'll deal with that later. We have a much bigger problem right now.” I take her hand and place it on my stiff length.

“Mmmmm, I would say so. That's two problems then. Two extremely serious problems and it's imperative we handle them right now.” Damn. That's right she's not wearing panties.

Standing, I maneuver myself behind her. “You've been naughty. Walking around the office naked under that skirt.” I bend her forward so she's leaning over my desk, shaking her ass at me, tempting me. “What should I do about that hmmm?”

Looking over her shoulder at me with a shy look on her face. “Are you going to spank me?” She loves playing this little game. Pretending she doesn't want to feel the sting of my hand when she fucking loves it.

“You know I am.” I rub in circles, warming my palm up. I raise my hand up and let it come down with a light smack.

“More.” She whispers.

Gladly. I lift her skirt up to her waist, revealing one fine ass and bring down another. This one a little harder than the first. She tries to scramble up higher on the desk. “Where do you think your going? Huh?” I pull her back flush with my cock and grind into her wetness through my slacks. Her mewling is sending me over the edge. I need to be inside of her now. Grabbing her bun and pulling, I anchor her to me as I use my other hand to free myself. Sliding my shaft along her slit, teasing her I can feel myself getting extremely wet. Our little game has her extremely turned on. She's not the only one. “This is gonna be fast baby.” I warn her before slamming home. “Shit.... You feel so good.”

I let go of her hair to cover her mouth, effectively muffling her high pitch yelps as I piston in and out with hard, quick thrusts. With one hand occupied keeping her quiet I slip the other under her body and twist her nipple between my fingers. I feel her clenching on me, milking me for my finish.

“I'm gonna cum baby, cum so hard on your cock.” She screams into my hand.

Watching her ass slam onto my hips and my cock stretching her pretty pink pussy makes me burst with my biggest load yet. I feel her contract around me a few more times as I slip from her depths. I bend forward and move my hand to join the other on her chest and cradle her to me as our breathing slows to normal. “I love you so much,” I whisper while kissing my way to her lips.

She makes love to me with her mouth. Coming up for air she tells me the one thing I'll never get sick of hearing. “I love you too. Always.”

If I wasn't already in love with her I am now. From this day forward I will be the best me I can be. Just for her. Only her.

                                *****

The rest of the week went pretty much the same. I would send her out of my office pleasantly disheveled. Hair hanging loose from its original style. Cheeks a rosy pink. She looks so sexy with her just fucked appearance. And I'm the lucky son of a bitch that gets to make her that way.

A knock on my door pulls me from my reminiscing. “Hey you got a second?” Braydon asks, poking his head around my door that's already ajar.

“Yeah, I was just getting ready to take off. What's up?” I continue to tidy my desk for the weekend as he comes and takes a seat across from me.

“Just checking to see how things have been this week? I haven't seen much of you to catch up.” Something's on his mind. I can tell by his body language. Foot propped on his ankle and a finger to his chin, deep in thought.

“Things are great. Really. Just trying to make up for lost time with Sarah. We're heading to Leominster in the morning to visit her parents and brother. My nerves are pretty shot over it but I'll live.” I laugh trying to lighten up his sober expression. “Is everything okay with you and Ilyanna?” I ask. He doesn't seem to be acting like himself today.

He lets out a long breath and hunches over, resting his elbows on his knees, holding his face in his hands. “I'm worried about her and the baby. She says she feels better but I don't know man, I just have this bad feeling in my gut. I think I'm going to take some time away from the office and stay home with her. She's all I think about while I'm here and I can't get shit done.” And here I thought I had done something to provoke his mood.

I know she means everything to him. I can't even imagine being in his shoes right now. I look closely, taking in his appearance. His hair's a mess and if the dark circles under his eyes are any indication he hasn't been getting much sleep. “What do you need me to do? Just name it.” I ask getting up from my desk and walking towards my door. “Let's go get a drink and come up with a plan. I have a couple hours to spare before I have to get home and pack a bag. Let me just text Sarah and let her know. We took her car this morning. Can you swing me by my place after?” I type her a quick message letting her know I'll see her in a couple of hours. Her reply was short but sweet with a little kissy face.

“Yeah a drink sounds good.” He follows me into the hall and we head out to the garage. “I feel like shit.” He tells me as we get into his new truck. He chuckles and puts his sunglasses on before pulling out onto the busy street.

“Well I wasn't gonna mention it but yup, I agree. I knew something was eating at you.”

“Gee thanks.” He quips, bringing the truck to a stop outside of our favorite bar. Which lucky for us is just right up the street from the office. So close we could have walked. “Thanks again for this. I hate to dump all of this on you but until John gets home from his honeymoon your the only one I trust enough to handle things. I can still take care of most of it from home, but I need a pair of eyes watching things on the inside.”

We continue to discuss work and I continue to feel more and more nervous with every new task he enlists to me. I know he's just a phone call away, and I also know I'm just some twenty three year old kid with hardly any experience. I take comfort in the fact that John will be home in a little over a week to take over the reigns. It's that fact that makes me agree to do this for him. It's the least I can do. Poor guy's going crazy. I know I would be if it was Sarah.

                                *****

The drive to Sarah's hometown of Leominster wasn't as long as I expected it to be. Once we were on Rt. 2 it was one straight shot. The hotel we're staying at is right off the highway and her parents house is just a short five minute drive from there.

I can't stop wiping my sweaty palms on my pantlegs and Sarah senses my discomfort. “Really Brent, everything will be fine, they'll love you. Luke's sixteen, we'll most likely see him at dinner then he'll be back in  his room. My mom says that's all he does lately now that he's feeling better. He's been too weak for sports.” Her face slips into a frown and I can't fathom what must be going through her mind. I do know I'm going to bend over backwards to try to keep that expression from residing there as much as I can.

“It's not Luke I'm worried about or your mother. Now your father, I would like to have all my limbs when we leave.” That puts a smile back on her face as she slaps my arm.

“Oh come on wimpy, let's get this over with. If your a good boy you'll get a surprise later.” She gives me a wink and practically has to drag me from the room.

She wasn't kidding when she said her parents were close. We literally took a left out of the parking lot, right at the next lights and a left into their driveway. They have a cute little two story cape style home set back from the road with a stone wall to the side of the driveway. A set of stairs going to the front door opens up from the bottom of the wall. It looks new and I ask Sarah about it. “How old is this wall?”

“Well my parents have owned this house for about twenty years give or take. I was little when we moved in and Luke wasn't born yet. The poor concrete wall that was here before started to crack. They put it off for a while but decided it needed to be done along with the siding. I think it's been almost eight years. They did it as soon as I graduated highschool, before Luke got sick. If they didn't have the loan out on the work they might have been able to pay for his hospital bills. Oh well, shit happens.” She shrugs and opens her door.

A dog starts to bark and I give her a questioning look. “You didn't tell me they had a dog.”

She shrugs again. “Yeah, sorry. That's Max. he's a boxer. Sweet as can be though, thinks he's a lap dog. He's only barking because he's excited to see me.” Taking me by the hand, she leads me up the steps and rings the doorbell.

A middle aged man answers the door, who I assume is her father. His eyes find mine briefly then he looks to Sarah, pulling her in for a hug. “Daddy, this is Brent. Brent meet my dad, Kevin Price.” He stands a good half a foot above my five foot eleven inches. Short cropped salt and pepper hair. Shrewd eyes look back at me through his glasses.

He takes my extended hand and to my surprise hauls me in for an even shorter awkward man hug. “Nice to meet you Brent. I trust you've been taking good care of my little girl.”

Taking a step back, I make sure I still have an available exit. If he only knew how it is excactly that I take care of her. The thought puts a smile on my face as I answer. “I sure am sir, your daughter means a great deal to me.”

“Let's hope it stays that way.” He says suddenly making me even more nervous than I already was.

“Daddy!” The look on her face is priceless as she faces her father. Fire in her eyes, hands on her hips. “Be nice.”

Kevin shakes his head and lets out a loud belly laugh. “I'm only teasing him Sarah. Let's go find your mother.” He turns and takes a couple of steps only to stop at the bottom of the stairs. “Luke. Sarah's here.” He yells in the direction of the second floor.

We don't have to go far to find her mother. As we cross the threshold into a spacious kitchen and dining area I see a woman who looks to be slightly younger than her husband standing at the counter cutting vegetables. She stops her task and faces us. Smiling at us as she wipes her hands on a towel. “Sarah hon, it's so good to see you.” She rushes to her daughter, enveloping her in her arms. “And who's this handsome young man?” She still has one arm around Sarah's shoulder as she gives me a once over.

Sarah leaves her mother's side to come stand by mine. I silently thank her. Just having her touching me brings comfort to my fraying nerves. “Mom this is Brent. I've only told you about him a hundred times.” She laughs to break some of the tension I'm sure she feels radiating off of me. “Brent, This is my mom, Natalie Price.”

The sound of footsteps makes everyone turn their attention back into the livingroom as her brother Luke rounds the corner from the stairway. If I had to choose one word to describe the boy in front of me it would be tired. “So your dating my sister huh?” He's sizing me up. Good man.

“Hi, I'm Brent and yes I'm Sarah's boyfriend. You must be Luke?” I offer my hand for a shake and he takes it. I can feel his bones through his slack skin. I try to not show the emotion I'm feeling on my face.

“Yeah.” That's all he says as he releases my hand and walks to the fridge, taking out a mountain dew and heading back to the stairs. “I'll be in my room. Let me know when dinner's ready.” He throws over his shoulder before disapearing around the corner.

“I'm sorry about that.” Natalie apologizes and I just shake my head.

“No worries. I was a teenage boy once.”

“Let's head on into the sunroom. Kevin's about to fire up the grill. We can have a drink while we wait for the kabobs to cook.” Natalie gestures to the door right off of the kitchen and we follow her, taking seats at the bar in the corner. Kevin cracks a beer and heads outside to light the grill. He motions for me to join him and reluctantly I get up from my seat next to Sarah and head outside. Here we go.