Take Me Out (10 page)

“What does she have that I don’t?” She questioned Bentley. All I could think to myself was,
‘Well I’m sane for one thing
.’

I started walking, Drew following me from a safe distance. I knew he was there, but I didn’t acknowledge him. I wasn’t ready to go home. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I just needed to walk. The dark streets of Boston might not have been the best place to free my mind but I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly just then. The only danger I was concerned with had long red hair and bad shoes.

I found a bench in a small park up the road from Bentley’s apartment. I’d only been walking for about ten minutes, but it felt like hours. Drew sat down next to me and started talking, but I cut him off, raising my hand in his direction.

“Drew, before you even start... I want you to know I’m not mad. I know he has a past, we all do. But I couldn’t stand there and watch that.” With that out of the way, I let him speak his peace.

“While that’s reassuring to me there are some things I need to say. Bentley is in love with you. It may not feel like you’ve known each other long enough but he’s head over heels for you. He’s never acted like this as long as I have known him and that’s been almost five years.”

I heard his words but they didn’t register. I wanted to go home.

“Drew, will you walk me home?” I asked him. I felt emotionally drained. The night had started out with so much hope, but it crumbled in the course of an hour. The worst part of it was I had two nights to either walk away or make things better before dinner with my parents.

The idea of the situation made me sick to my stomach. Just as Drew and I started for my apartment, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Charlotte, where are you?” Bentley yelled on the other end of the phone. You could hear the panic in his voice.

“I’m walking to my apartment with Drew. What the hell is going on?”

“The police just left the apartment, I’m going to lock up and meet you at your place.”

“The police? What the hell is going on?” My heart started racing, my palms sweating. How bad did things have to get for the police to be called?

“I’ll tell you when I get to your apartment,” he said and hung up.

What was my life becoming? I wanted an uncomplicated summer as a single woman, now I had a boyfriend with a redheaded stalker?

Chapter 9

Fatal Attraction

(Bentley)

I sat in my apartment talking with the Boston police after they removed Molly. I wanted to run out after Charlotte but I knew if I didn’t give them a statement, Molly would continue to come back to my home and harass me. She was arrested for assault and I told the officers that I absolutely wanted a restraining order. After Drew followed Charlie out of the apartment, Molly spun into a violent fit of rage. She picked up a small sculpture we had on display in the corner of the living room and hurled it at me. I ducked quickly as it shattered into a million pieces on the floor. She kept saying something about her baby and how could I walk out on her, but she made absolutely no sense. I may have hooked up with her back in New York but I know how women get pregnant and letting her suck my dick wasn’t it.

‘Delusional’ was the only word that could describe her. I was afraid of her and I didn’t scare easily. I wasn’t worried about what this psycho could do to me, I worried that she might have already done something to Charlie, namely fill her head with enough bullshit that she’d leave me. I just couldn’t have that.

I jumped on my bike and sped to her apartment. Just as I pulled up to her building, I saw Charlie and Drew walk through the front doors into the lobby. I parked as quickly as I could, running towards the doors she’d just entered. I couldn’t get to her fast enough. Relief didn’t come until I held her in my arms.

“Thank God you are okay,” I said, softly kissing her cheek.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Charlotte replied, genuinely confused why anything would have happened to her. With a nutcase walking around, I had to protect Charlie as best I could. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her. Ever. But she was distant. I could tell Molly’s words had a genuine impact on her, how could they not?

We traveled up to her penthouse in a tense silence. When we got to the penthouse we all sat down at the breakfast bar and I told them what happened with Molly once they left.

“Charlotte, I told you when I was in New York a while back I made a mistake. Well, she was the mistake. I hooked up with her after a couple too many drinks in a bar. My brother had brought a girl back to his apartment and I went home with Molly. Before you say anything I want to be clear that I did not sleep with her.” I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me, but I had to be honest with her.

“It was the same night I saw you check in on Foursquare with a guy named Landon and I thought I had lost you for good. I was upset and drunk and to be honest, I just let her give me a blowjob. There’s no excuse for it, I know. I am sorry and I hope you forgive me.”

As much as it hurt to talk about, she had a right to know, even if it meant I’d lose her forever, which I knew was a possibility. At any moment, she could tell me to fuck off and get out of her apartment and never come back. I was just waiting for her wrath. But once again, this intriguing woman surprised me. Reaching her hand out to me, she spoke.

“Bentley, you don’t have to explain yourself to me; we weren’t together. People have pasts, it’s part of life. I’m sorry she is apparently bat shit crazy and gunning for you, but that has nothing to do with our relationship. Do the police know why she came here?”

“Apparently, she’s pregnant and looking for a payday. One internet search of my name and my bank accounts are public knowledge, so I think that’s her motive. But she may just be genuinely crazy. Either way, she won’t be bothering us anymore. She was arrested and I’ll have a restraining order by the time dinner rolls around Thursday night.”

I could see the relief wash over Charlie. Her eyes lost the dark and distant look in them and filled with hope. I felt the same way. The fact that she was being understanding about it at all really amazed me.

Just when I thought life was starting to calm down, Drew chimed in with his normal wit.

“Dude, you really do know how to make an impression on women.” That certainly was an understatement.

We all had a good laugh and Drew made his way out the door. I was happy to finally be alone with Charlotte.

“Will you forgive me Charlotte?” I begged. I should have just gotten down on my knees right then and there.

“There’s nothing to forgive. We weren’t together and you can’t be blamed for her insanity now, it’s in the past.” She shrugged it off one last time.

What did I ever do in life to deserve a woman who was so good to me? There was no way I would screw this up for myself. She took me by the hand and led me down the hallway to her bedroom. I was almost glad Shay wasn’t around tonight because I would have never heard the end of it.

“What do you want to do? Watch a movie?” I asked her as we made our way into her bedroom.

“Actually I need to relax a little. I was hoping you’d join me,” she replied with an evil smirk on her face.

“And how would you suggest we do that?”

She slowly took off her shirt and jeans and let them fall into a pile on her bedroom floor as she made her way toward her bathroom in nothing but the bra and panties. I’d seen her in them earlier. I’d secretly hoped I would get a second peek at those, but after the detour our night took, I hadn’t banked on it. Once she stripped, my dick was instantly rock-hard -- something I was getting used to around her.

Any time I saw even the tiniest bit of her naked skin, I was ready to go. She was more attractive than any of the girls I had been with, but it was a different type of beauty. The rest were blonde and fake, but Charlie’s beauty was all natural. Her long dark brown hair was one of her defining features.

I might have always known I could never set up house with a blonde. They reminded me too much of my mother and anything that had to do with her was nothing more than a nasty open wound.

As I rounded the corner into the bathroom, she turned on her docked iPod as the tub filled with water. She walked towards me, still in nothing but her bra and panties. The lime green color against her lightly golden skin was nothing short of aesthetic harmony.

“Would you like to join me?” She whispered into my ear and all I could do was nod my head in the affirmative.

“Well then, let’s get you out of these clothes...”

That was all she said as her hands ran down my body. First, she pulled my shirt over my head, then she went for my jeans, rubbing and kissing every part of my chest and stomach until she reached the end of my happy-trail.

She unbuttoned them and slid them to the floor, avoiding my dick. She was being a tease, but I loved every minute of it. She was the only woman who could get away with touching me the way she was and the only woman I wanted touching me ever again.

The tub was nearly full when she turned around and bent over to turn the water off. I could tell she exaggerated the bend to give me a full view of her ass in her thong.

She turned around, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. She ran her nails under the waist of my boxers and slid them down my legs. I stood there naked with my dick standing straight up, watching her, not touching her at all, even though I wanted to. It was killing me to keep my hands to myself, but I wanted to give her the control she demanded.

Just when I thought she was going to turn to get in the water, she dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock in her hands, slowly stroking it before taking it gently in her mouth. She played for a few minutes, licking and teasing. It took everything in me not to take her right then and there, but then she looked up at me with her big green eyes and said, “This will make you forget any blow job you ever got from anyone else.” She deep throated my dick. My angel had a bit of devil in her. She couldn’t have been more right. Any memory of other blow jobs was instantly replaced by the feeling of her lips around my manhood.

The mixture of eye-contact and the words coming out of her mouth almost sent me over the edge. Before she brought me any closer, I pulled her up, stripped her thong off and sat her on the edge of her huge bathtub.

“You know, normally I don’t share my tub with anyone,” she teased.

“You sure know how to make a man feel special,” I replied with a grin on my face.

As I propped her up on the edge of the tub, I kissed her passionately. I had been thinking about being inside her again all week. It had been far too long since I’d felt her tight pussy clenching around me.

I broke away from her lips, licking and kissing down her neck to her breasts. I took each nipple in my mouth before moving downwards towards her beautiful pussy.

Her moans were music to my ears. I had never been so turned on by the sounds of a woman. Normally, it annoyed the shit out of me, but my reaction to her proved further that she was special.

I licked and teased her pussy until she pulled away and slid into the water, panting. With the push of a button, the Jacuzzi jets came on and she pulled me in behind her. This was the kind of stuff you did with a woman you loved, not just someone you were hooking up with, and as the night went on, the deeper I fell. I never thought I’d see the day when one woman meant more to me than any other.

I sat behind Charlotte in the tub. She nestled between my legs with her back against me and I rubbed and massaged her shoulders. I could tell how tense she was from the entire evening’s events. With my hands kneading her muscles, she was starting to relax. She turned around, pulling me into a deep kiss. My hands explored in sync with hers, but while mine went up to her breasts, hers went down to my dick.

Next thing I knew, she was sliding my dick in between her warm folds and riding me, right there in the water. I was in heaven but I knew it wouldn’t last long. With each movement I felt myself closer to coming inside her.

As much as I didn’t want to ruin the moment, I had to.

“Charlotte, we have to stop...” I whispered into her ear. I could feel she was on the verge of coming by the way her pussy clenched around
me
, but if I didn’t stop this, as much as I didn’t want to, there would be a major problem.

“But... but... but... I don’t wanna stop,” she cried.

“We’ll get out and continue where we left off, I promise baby.” I assured her.

I, Bentley Young, was actually stopping sex. Hell must have frozen over.

We made for the bedroom and stopped at the door. I looked her in the eye and said, “Honey, in another week we will be able to do it all we want. Just not tonight, we don’t need an accident, do we?”

I knew she would agree with what I said, although I couldn’t help but think about her pregnant, damn she would be hot. Pregnant with
my
baby... the thought was both terrifying and ultimately arousing. But the timing was definitely not right. One day, yes, but not anytime soon.

As we got into bed, still wet, I put on the dreaded condom and she climbed back on top of me to continue what she started in the bathtub. She didn’t need any cues or encouragement. She went to town and had all of the right moves. It was barely minutes before I heard her whisper “Oh God... oh right there... Oh, Oh, Oh Bentley! I’m coooooming!” in my ear as our hips ground together.

Those words were all I needed to set me off and in one last thrust I emptied myself into that fucking condom. I hated every minute of that after feeling her
au naturale
. I would have much rather have come inside her. I couldn’t help but curse the fact because she wasn’t on birth control yet.

Moments after that, we were ready for bed. It had been one hell of an evening.

While we got ready for bed, I called Drew to make sure all was good on the home-front at our apartment before climbing back into bed with Charlotte. I’d informed Drew that I wouldn’t be home tonight. I’d be sleeping in my favorite place in the world, Charlie’s arms.

The fact was, she was the only woman I’d ever actually slept with. It was a comforting thought. I could actually sleep well with her by my side. The idea of not sleeping with her every night felt foreign.

But for now, I would take the nights she gave me and cherish the hell out of them.