Sasha's Dilemma (8 page)

He grabs hold of her arm as she
goes to walk off. “Please, Brit,” he pleads while still
holding her arm.

“Let me go,” she tells
Koby, her voice rising. He still hasn’t released her and people
are starting to stare at us. Though by the looks of Koby, he doesn’t
really care.

“Not until you talk to me. I
want another chance,” he repeats himself belligerently.

“How many times do I have to
tell you? I have moved on and I don’t want anything to do with
you anymore, so LET GO!”

“You are mine, Brit, and
your new fuck better recognise that, or there will be trouble,”
he says through clenched teeth, and I can tell he’s getting
really angry.

I see this is upsetting her, so I
decide to interfere. “That’s enough, Koby. Let her go
before I call the cops on you,” I threaten.

He turns and gives me the most
evil look I have ever seen. I have known Koby for a long time, and I
have never seen this look on his face before. It shakes me to the
core. He looks back at Brit one more time before he releases her and
walks out of the store. She looks at me and I can see she is about to
break down. I place the items we had been planning to buy back on the
shelf and grab her hand. It’s time to head home.

The whole way home, she doesn’t
utter a word. I grab my phone and send Adam and Lola a text message
to tell them to meet us at home. I’m making her a cup of tea
when the door flies open. “Where is she?” are the first
words from Adam’s mouth. I point to the living room and he
takes off. Lola arrives right after and we head into the living room
together.

Adam has Brit cuddled in his arms
and he’s stroking her hair. “Tell me what happened,
Sash,” he demands, never taking his eyes off Brit.

“We ran into Koby. He said
some mean things to Brit. I think she needs to go to the cops. I
don’t think he is going to stop. He grabbed her forcefully by
the arm and didn’t let go until I threated to call the cops on
him.”

“I’ll kick his ass, I
swear. He better hope I don’t run into him in a dark alley,
that scumbag,” Lola says fiercely.

Adam is still trying to soothe
Brit, and I can see how much they love each other. It’s a
beautiful thing to watch. I fill them in on the details and I can see
Adam getting angrier by the minute.

“I’ll kill him, Brit.
If he touches or threatens you again, I swear I will.”

Brit looks up at him. “Just
stay away from him, Adam,” she pleads. “I’m gonna
go to the cops. That was the last straw. I can’t deal with this
anymore. I’m happy now, and he keeps on finding ways to bring
me down.”

Adam leans in and kisses her on
the lips, and I can instantly see her relax. I’m so happy she
has him. They balance each other out. Lola walks up to Brit and
pushes Adam out of the way to give Brit a big hug. I join in.

“If you weren’t my
sisters, I would think one of you were trying to cop a feel,”
Lola says, and with that, we all burst out laughing.

Not long after, Adam takes Brit
home to have time alone together. After today, I recognise
my problems are nothing compared to Brit’s. I just need to
choose, and then everything shall work itself out… I hope.

“Sash, what’s your
plans for tonight?” Lola comes up and asks me.

“Nothing much. I was going
to just chill on the couch and watch a movie.”

“Oh no, you’re not.
Blake has invited us over to his house for a dinner. Brit was meant
to come as well, but I think she and Adam will be staying at home
tonight getting dirty in the sack,” she says and starts
laughing at herself.

“Fine. When do we have to be
there? I’ll go, but I’m not staying all night. I have to
work at the hospital in the morning.” I glare at her because I
know it’s her plan to try to keep me there all night.

“We can just go there for
dinner and a few drinks and then head home. Or you can head home and
I’ll stay at Blake’s,” she assures me.

It doesn’t hit me until I’m
dressed and about to walk out the door. Shit, Josh
will probably be there, and I still haven’t given him an answer
about us. I literally stop mid-stride when I realise he will probably
be there.

We walk up
to Blake’s
apartment and as I go to knock, the door flies open. Blake grabs
Lola, picks her up in a bear hug, and then releases her just far
enough to press his lips to hers.

“Hey, Blake,” I say in
an attempt to break these two apart so I can get inside the
apartment.

“Hey, Sash,” he says,
just noticing
my existence. He leans down, kisses me on the cheek, and invites us
in. Thankfully, it’s not as packed as last time. I’m not
in the mood to party tonight. I just want to relax.

Most of the people present tonight
are Aaron’s co-workers. He takes us around, making
introductions, and I spot a very familiar face in the kitchen. The
butterflies are going insane as I make my way over to Josh. When he
sees me, he gets his trademark smirk on his face.

“Hey, beautiful, missed
you,” he whispers quietly as he pulls me in for a hug. That
delicious leather smell teases my senses when I reach up to kiss his
cheek. He releases me and offers to make me a drink. He seems to be
in a great mood tonight and is being very flirtatious. Acting as the
unofficial bartender for this evening, he decides to teach me how to
make the perfect cocktail. He stands behind me and places his hand on
my hip, whispering what I need to do in my ear. Every time he speaks,
I get shivers all the way down my body.

I feel him tense behind me. I look
up to see what has happened and I meet with a pair of green eyes
staring back at me. Dylan looks between Josh and me as he slowly
makes his way over. I nervously greet him and explain Josh is
teaching me to make cocktails.

I’ve noticed Josh’s
hand hasn’t left my hip, and he hasn’t said a word to
Dylan either. Dylan stares at Josh’s possessive hold on me. I
can see his confusion morphing into anger. Without meeting my eyes
again, he excuses himself to say hi to everyone else. I turn around
to Josh. He hasn’t moved since Dylan walked over; he is lost in
thought.

“You like him a lot, don’t
you, Sash?” he asks quietly, his eyes locked on mine. I don’t
want to hurt him, but I won’t lie to him, so I just nod my
head. I don’t trust the words that might come out of my mouth.

“But you like me as well?”
It was more lie a statement rather than a question, but I nod my head
in agreement anyway.

“Oh, shit,” he mutters
under his breath, and then walks away.

I need to find Lola to get away
from the confrontation that is bound to happen. I find her flirting
with one of Blake’s friends. I glance across the room to locate
Blake. This is their normal pattern; she flirts and he stands across
the room shooting death stares at the back of the guy’s head.
But when I finally spot him, he isn’t paying attention to Lola
at all. He is absorbed in conversation with a very beautiful
honey-blonde girl. He looks happy as they smile and laugh at each
other. I turn back to Lola and see she has spotted Blake as well. Her
intent is clear as she slowly begins making her way over to them. I’m
able to stop her just in time.

“Come on, Lola, let’s
go and sit down. Dinner will be ready soon.” She looks at me,
and then back up at Blake. Her indecision is clear, but she finally
agrees and I lead her over to the table.

Dinner is soon served and all the
guests are now seated. I’m in the middle with Lola next to me
and Blake next to her. Josh is sitting across from me and Dylan is
next to Blake. The atmosphere at the table is tense, though the food
is delicious. I’m trying to concentrate on having a
conversation with Lola and Blake, but I feel his eyes on me.

I try not to acknowledge Josh’s
stare piercing into me, but it just becomes too much. I decide to
excuse myself and make my way to the bathroom to hide and collect
myself. I’m just about to shut the door when it gets ripped
open. Josh is standing there. He looks angry as he stares intently at
my lips. He takes one long stride, pushes me up against the wall, and
takes my breath away with his kiss.

Hazily, I hear the door shut, but
I’m distracted as Josh’s hand runs down my side, past my
breast, and onto my stomach. My breath catches as his hand travels
even further and he grabs my ass, lifting me up so my legs wrap
around him. He gives my ass a squeeze, props me more firmly against
the wall, and starts to crawl his hand up my dress to reach my
breast, playing and pulling my nipple.

I can’t help how he makes me
feel, intense passion, excitement, and I start grinding against him,
craving attention down below. He gets what I’m trying to do and
works to accommodate me. He pulls my dress down so my breasts pop
free and then starts sucking my nipple while his hand slides between
our bodies, finding my hotspot and rubbing me through my black lacy
thong. I hear myself whimpering, but inside I’m screaming more.
More
,
I must have said it aloud without noticing because he chuckles
against my breasts and moves me to sit on the counter bench. His eyes
are intense as he stares down at me while he removes my underwear. I
know he can clearly see that I’m wet and waiting for him.

“So fucking beautiful,
Sash,” he growls against my lips as he leans in and kisses me
again. Trailing kisses down my neck, he slowly makes his way back to
my nipples. I feel his fingers slowly creep up my inner thigh and I
freeze with anticipation. Once he is at my entrance, I feel him slide
one finger in. My breath catches as he starts pumping, and then
inserts two fingers.

“Breathe, beautiful.”

I didn’t notice
I was holding my breath until he said something. He deliberately
pulls his fingers out and gives me his panty-dropping smirk, before
he drops down to his knees. His tongue starts running up and down my
inner thigh, every time getting closer to where I need him most. My
breath hitches as he continues my torture, until I decide I’ve
had enough.

I grab his beautiful brown hair
and pull him to where I’m craving him the most. I hear him
chuckle, but he doesn’t disappoint. Lavishing beautiful painful
kisses on my clit, he starts an excruciating rhythm. I struggle to
hold back a scream as he methodically adds a finger. I’m ready
to convulse on the spot.

He is leisurely kissing and
licking my clit. I whimper as I feel him remove his finger, but he
quickly replaces it with his tongue. He makes sweeping passes to my
clit, and then back to my entrance. It’s an unhurried process
and I’m ready to scream. I can’t take anymore. I need him
to go faster. Instinctively, I grab hold of his hair and start
navigating. He indulges me, and within minutes, I’m exploding
and shaking all around him. He stands and smirks at me. Just the
sight of him makes me need more.

“Drop your pants, Josh,”
I demand.

He does as I ask, but continues to
take the lead. He strips off his shirt so I can see his perfect body
in all its glory. Just looking at the V at the bottom of his stomach
makes me instantly wet again. He pulls a condom out of his pocket,
slides it on, and wow, I’m wondering how that is gonna fit in
me. He is huge. I’ve never been with someone so well-endowed
before.

He sees me staring, and tries to
reassure me. “I’ll try to go slow, Sash, but can’t
make any promises. I’ve wanted you for too long, and now that I
have you, I don’t think I’m gonna last long.” He
grabs me by my ass, lifting me again, and I can feel him at my
entrance. Slowly, I lower myself on him. He feels wonderful. I find
my rhythm and start slamming up and down on him. I can’t get
enough. He is all man and he sure knows what he is doing.

I feel another orgasm building and
don’t even realise
that I let out a little scream until he slams his mouth back on mine.
I taste myself on him, but mostly all I can taste is the intoxicating
taste that is Josh. We finish together in what feels like an
explosion. With our foreheads touching, we stand breathing heavy. He
is still buried deep inside me. I feel a jerk and note
he is getting hard again. Now, it’s my turn to smirk up at him.

“Ready for round two?”
he asks with a passionate kiss.

We’re both startled by a
knock at the door.

“Hey, Sash, you in there?”
I instantly tense up; it’s Dylan.

Josh answers for me. “No,
just me. I think I saw her go out to the balcony though.” Josh
looks back at me, but I can’t read the expression on his face.

“Thanks, man,” Dylan
replies, and we hear him leave. I slowly let my legs drop. Josh
slides out of me, and I start fixing up my clothes. Josh pulls me
around and I see he has a washcloth in his hand. He gets down on one
knee and wipes my thighs as well as my sex. Once I’m cleaned,
he places a gentle kiss to my sex and stands up. I’m completely
shocked. I’ve never had anyone do that for me before.

I snap out of my head and look
around for my underwear. I can’t find them anywhere. Josh is
heading for the door and I spot them in his pocket. I reach out to
grab them, but he pulls back.

“Na, beautiful, they’re
mine,” he says.

What is he talking about? “Josh,
I need my underwear. Please give them back.”

“No, beautiful, I need
something of you, and if this is all I can get for the meantime, this
is what I’m keeping. You better go find Dylan before he sends a
search party.”

I’m not sure if he is angry
or not, so I decide to ignore him. I slip out of the bathroom and go
in search for everyone. I spot Dylan straightaway, and he waves me
over.

“So, Sasha, would you like
to come to my house for dinner tomorrow night after work?” he
asks me immediately.

I hear a cough behind me and turn
around to see Josh standing there glaring at us.

I turn back to Dylan and explain
to him that I have to find Lola. I quickly excuse myself. As I’m
walking to the kitchen, Blake asks everyone to have a seat on the
balcony so we can have dessert. I take a seat and wait for everyone
to come out. Josh pulls out the chair next to me, but he’s
talking to a guy and doesn’t acknowledge me. Then I hear the
chair scrape on the other side of me and I notice it’s Dylan.
Oh, God, why do I
do this to myself?