by Sandra Alex
“Evidently there’s nothing I can even do to help. So don’t feel bad. I feel useless and used. This has never happened to me before.”
“Do you buy much online?”
“Not a damn thing. It must have been that goddamn pizza joint.”
“You think so?”
“They’re the last place I gave my number to. I bet the punk wrote it down and went to town.”
“I’m sure the bank will straighten it out.” I say, giving his hand a squeeze. He doesn’t respond a first, but then he sighs again, and reaches for my hand.
“You’re right.” He interlaces his fingers with mine and lifts my hand, kissing the back of it, giving me delicious shivers. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”
“That’s okay.” I smile and he cracks a smile.
“It’s a good thing we needed condoms. I might have never known my card was hacked until they drained me dry.”
“Having sex paid off in more ways than one.” I lift my brows.
“Here here.” He lifts my hand and kisses it again, and then we hit a light and he leans over and kisses me full on the mouth. Feeling courageous, I dip my tongue inside and he moans softly, making my thighs damp. I tilt my head farther, taking his lips on mine fully, and slide my tongue in deeper. When he pulls back, he gives me an intense gaze. “Do you wanna pull over?” He’s only half joking by his tone.
I smirk. “I’ve never done it in a car before.”
“That makes two of us.” He wiggles his brows as the light turns green.
Two minutes later we pull into my driveway. He leans over and plants a moonlight kiss on my lips as we sit in his car, listening to the tinny sound of it cooling. I kiss him back and before it gets too hot, we pull back. “We better get in the house.” Daniel says.
“Good idea.”
I don’t even shut the front door and we’re all over each other. My hands are in his hair. He’s lifted my feet off the floor, holding me tight against him. “Let me lock the door.” I say breathlessly. He does the honors and turns the lock while removing his shoes.
Pinning me to the wall, Daniel’s tongue is deep inside my mouth. My hands are tangled in his hair while we kiss like we’ll burst into flames if we don’t. What he’s doing to me should be rough and wild, but the way he’s doing it is gentle yet hot. He has a way of touching me with strong intensity while being graceful.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lift my mouth from his and bury my face into his neck, kissing and sucking it, while his hands travel up my skirt. “I can’t handle this dress…and the underwear…man!” He says, semi-breathlessly as I suck his neck harder.
“Mind if I brand you?” I ask, my voice seductive.
“Do whatever you want, baby. It feels amazing.” He stills, taking in the contact, shifting his head sideways. I kiss and suck from his shoulder to his ear and nip his earlobe. He pulls his head up and kisses me voraciously, dipping his tongue deep inside my mouth, making my folds vibrate with need. His hardness is leaning on my sweet spot, and he grabs hold of my ass, grinding into me. “I need you naked for what I want to do next.” He says as our lips break contact and he carries me to the bedroom. Finding the zipper to my dress, Daniel lowers it, and then tosses the box of condoms on the bed.
Stepping out of my dress, I stand there in my bra and panties. He stands there, seemingly drinking me in. “God, you’re so beautiful, I almost can’t handle it.” his face is intense. Hot. Sexy. The way his eyes slowly scan my body up and down makes me shiver inwardly with need. I take a step towards him and unbutton his shirt. His gaze is on me as he traces his fingertips over my collarbone, down my chest, skating them over my bra, and down my belly. The contact is such a turn-on, I want his lips all over me.
As I pull his shirt over his shoulders, I drink him in. “Speaking of beautiful.” I say, matter-of-factly.
His fingers trace my lips as he stands there shirtless. Leaning down slightly, I begin kissing his chest, sliding my hands down his flank until I reach the zipper on his pants. Grabbing the tab on his zipper, I pull it down and unbutton the top button. Pushing his pants down, I kiss his lips, sweeping my tongue inside his mouth. He unfastens my bra and kisses my neck from my ear to my shoulder, across my collarbone and down to my breasts, cupping them with his hands.
I pull his underwear down and he shimmies out of them and his socks, and then he places both his hands on either side of my hips, and skates his hands down, taking my thong in his wake.
When we’re naked, he bends down and picks up the box of condoms, removing one and handing it to me. “We should have picked up the value pack.” I tease. He smiles, giving me a sexy little wink as I pull the foil open and slide the condom on him. Our lips don’t break contact as he lowers me down onto the bed.
He cups my face in his hands and whispers. “God, I love you so much, baby.” His eyes scan both mine.
My eyes mirror his as I whisper back pointedly. “Show me.”
His lips meet mine in a tender yet needy kiss, as he slowly sweeps his tongue inside while entering me. I exhale sharply as he fills me, hitting all the right spots on the way in. A soft moan escapes his throat as he thrusts in all the way. His kisses grow stronger as he begins to move inside me, and I bury my hands in his hair, taking him in.
His gentle yet thorough movements start to make me clench, and he starts to pick up speed. Our skin is softly slapping together when he lifts his lips off mine, letting his breath grow ragged. My eyes open, glancing at this Adonis making love to me. The way he looks at me, like I’m all that matters to him, all that ever mattered to him, and all that ever will matter to him, is my undoing. It’s amazing how intimacy carries such a deep communication between lovers.
I feel a strong wave of pleasure and he must feel it too, as our eyes close simultaneously. He picks up speed, and I reach down, rounding my fingertips over his smooth ass. His mouth opens slightly. I fight the urge to grab it and pull him in deeper, but he takes the hint and lifts up, straightening his elbows.
“Mmm…you really do like it deep, don’t you?” He asks breathlessly.
“I’m just in love with your ass. I want to bite it.”
“Mmm…” he lets out a sexy grunt. “Dirty talk will get you everywhere.” He almost whispers. The tone he’s using is so goddamn sexy. Like we’re whispering under candlelight.
“I want to go on top.”
He opens his eyes. “Your wish is my command.”
In some magical move, he grabs me by the waist and rolls me over him, without losing our intimate bond. “That was kinda cool.”
“Stick around.” He winks. His hands are still around my waist as he flattens his body and lifts his pelvis in time with my movements. “Oh, I could so get used to this, too.” He says, staring at my lips, lifting his head so I lean down to kiss him.
Our lips and tongues touch and part softly, several times, as we fall into a steady rhythm. Then he leans back so his head is on the pillow and he takes my breast in his mouth. It sends a huge wave through me, making me climb higher quickly. A gasp comes from my throat and then a moan as I fill myself with him deeply.
He lifts his pelvis faster, angling his body upward slightly as he sucks one breast and gently squeezes the other with his hand. My mouth opens wide as a huge moan comes out. Daniel grunts, exhaling sharply, making such a sexy sound that I take as him getting close. The thought spurs me on and I feel like the rush is seconds away. I give him a warning cry as I feel my thighs buck and Daniel’s hands grab hold of my hips and his thrusts get impossibly fast. Shouting loudly as I feel my orgasm pummel through me like a heavenly tidal wave, I feel Daniel’s chest lift slightly off the pillow as his back arches while he rides his release.
We’re a mess of panting, moaning and movement as we both come together under the throes of passion. When my aftershocks subside, I rest my head on his chest, which is heaving slightly. When he takes a cleansing breath, his hands leave my hips and rest on my back.
As h
is hands rub my back, I draw in a deep breath and bury my head deeper into his neck.
“Found a good spot.” Daniel says softly.
“They’re all good spots.”
He chuckles. His after sex chuckle is so friggin sexy I can’t stand it.
We lay there for a few minutes when he lays his hands flat on my back. “I should take care of the glove, babe.” He pats my back, indicating that I should get off him. Two minutes later I’m laying on my back, he’s on his side, tracing his fingers up and down my belly. “You think you’re satisfied for a bit?” He asks flippantly.
“Why, are you leaving me?” I play along.
“No, I’m not going anywhere. I was just checking in.”
“There’s no need to check in. Everything is great.”
“Mission accomplished.” He leans in and kisses me sweetly. He draws in a deep, satisfied breath and bends forward, kissing my belly softly. If I hadn’t just come five minutes prior, that would have set me ablaze.
“You have the softest lips.” I run my hand through his hair.
“Yours are like silk.” He leans towards my face and kisses my lips. The intense look on his face as he pulls back tears at my heartstrings.
“I’ll never get tired of that face.” I say, dragging a finger down his cheek.
He kisses my nose and snuggles in beside me. “We should get some sleep, baby.”
I roll over on my side so he’s spooning me. “I love you.”
He kisses my back. “Love you, too.”
I don’t know how my life will ever be the same after spending the night with Daniel. It’s tough to say goodbye to each other the next day. Especially difficult when I thought we had said goodbye, but two minutes later I hear a knock at the door.
Surprised, I see Greg’s face on the other side of the door.
Chapter 21
Daniel
We play ‘one more kiss’ for like an hour before I actually leave her. It felt so wrong leaving, but she felt bad for me already taking time away from work. Plus, she wanted to get her bearings back somewhat and go into work herself for a few hours. Remembering that we would be together tonight at class helped cushion the blow of leaving.
But the minute I arrive at home I’m reminded why I shouldn’t have left her. As I walk in the door, I see Christopher standing in the kitchen, flipping eggs in a frying pan. One look from him tells me he’s figured it out. I try but fail to keep my face impassive.
“There’s a look I haven’t seen in a while.” He says, his tone cocky.
I lift a finger at him. “Not one word or I’ll kick you in a place that God intended only to be treated nicely.”
“I bet your spot got treated very nicely last night, based on that satisfied smile on your face.”
I turn my back to set my bag down, hoping to hide the pink in my face. “Shut up.”
“And he’s not even denying it. Nice.” My immature brother says, pleased with himself. “I’ll bet you worked up an appetite. You want some eggs?”
“If that shuts you up.” I guffaw.
He sets a plate on the table for me and sits at the opposite end. We’re both quiet for a few minutes while we eat. “Didn’t her mom just croak? What are you doing banging her?” He asks conversationally.
“It wasn’t like that.” I explain with my mouth full.
“Really. How was it then?”
“None of your business.”
“Ah, so you stole her cherry, after all.”
“You’re about to get punched until you puke up your eggs.” I warn, giving him a look that should tell the tale.
“If the girl’s mom just died and you slept with her, man, you took advantage.” He declares. It gets under my skin and he knows it.
“She came on to me, man. And we love each other. So, you can shut the fuck up now.”
He laughs out loud, slapping his leg for annoying emphasis. “That’s rich. Who told who ‘I love you’ first? This, I gotta hear.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I said it first.”
“Oh, you must be hornier than a fucking rabbit, dude. You told her you love her?”
A ‘v’ forms between my brows. “I do.”
“And you’re sure she loves you? You sure this wasn’t just sympathy sex, and now you’re just the dude who bagged her when she was feeling down?”
“Not that I expect you to understand, given that the closest relationship you’ve ever had is with your car, but yes, we love each other, and I know it. You weren’t at the funeral, man. You didn’t know her mom. You don’t understand what this girl has been through.” I pause. “And if you say I bagged her one more time I’m going to torture you with household cleaning products.”
He cranes his neck and stills for thought. “I hope you’re right. Sometimes chicks have a way of sticking around to get what they want from you and then split. Girls can break hearts too, Daniel.”
“Are you suggesting that that sweet girl used me?”
He lifts one side of his mouth up into a condescending smirk. “Wait and see.”
“I can see talking to you is a waste of time.” I sigh, picking up my plate. I walk to the garbage can and scrape the last of my breakfast into it. I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.
“Like I said, man, I hope I’m wrong.”
“Do you think I’m honestly considering that an ounce of what you’re talking about could be true?” I’m flabbergasted. I walk past him and artfully tousle his scruffy hair. “Get a haircut.”
But I have to admit that I wonder. I can’t believe the little shithead got under my skin with his bullshit rationale. He knows nothing about Kayla and I. I shouldn’t have said a word to him. As the day passes, I try to keep my mind off Kayla. I manage to only send her a text message or two, but she doesn’t answer, which I’m only remotely worried about. I know she’s got a busy job, and probably a ton of other things to worry about. After all, her mother literally just passed away.
It’s not until I’m sitting in class, five minutes before it starts, that I begin to worry. There has been no word from Kayla all day and she’s not shown up for class. Maybe she’s let Gladstone know that there’s been a death in the family and that she can’t make it. I try to convince myself. But I offered to bring her myself. Part of one of the text messages I sent her today was asking if she wanted me to come pick her up and take her. Not a word in response.
Is Christopher right? Is Kayla sloughing me off now? No. It can’t be true. She was so excited to start this class. She’s waited years. As Gladstone walks in two minutes before class starts, he closes the door and my heart skips a beat. Rising, I walk over to him and ask if he’s heard anything from Kayla. I explain the situation after he’s told me that there haven’t been any messages today, and he responds with surprising concern. “I’m going to go by her place and make sure that she’s okay, sir.” I tell him. He gives me an approving nod and I leave.
As I drive to her house, my heart is pounding. Something is wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Kayla wouldn’t disregard me. She also wouldn’t miss class without good reason. When I arrive at her house, only to find that there is no answer at the door, I realize I’m sunk. I don’t have any contact information for Heather or Nana Mary, but I realize that I have all the classmates info for our project group. Maybe someone has heard from Kayla. I try them all with no luck. Duh. Everyone is in class. At least all except Greg was there when I left. Dammit.
In a vain attempt to find her, I start driving towards the local Walmart. Why am I here? This is stupid. I pull out and start driving aimlessly around her neighborhood. Just like the night I drove around and ended up at her doorstep with her crying on my shoulder. What brings me to Greg’s house is beyond me. He didn’t show up to class, and I have no idea why the two incidents would be related, but I find myself at his doorstep. There is no answer, of course, and I drive back to the main road, towards the Walmart again.
When I see a familiar figure walking out of
Walmart as I drive up to the first aisle in the parking lot, I still and pull over. It’s Greg. I watch him walk towards a car and open the door. Another car is beside him. The female passenger disembarks from the driver’s side and pulls a small child out of the back seat. Greg takes the child and embraces her like his life depends on it. This must be Shyla and Tina. Maybe he was unable to make arrangements to see her any other time this week, I think to myself, as his reason for missing class and doing this instead.
Pulling into a parking spot, I turn off the engine and walk out of the car. I yell out to Greg as he’s getting into his car, not even thinking at that second, since he doesn’t respond. Why is Greg driving? Better yet, what is he doing in a late model Lincoln? I shout his name again, but he doesn’t answer as he slides into the driver’s side and pulls out of the spot, pealing his tires in his wake. The young girl is tethering the child back into her safety seat when I approach.
“Excuse me. I’m a friend of Greg’s. I have a class with him. My name is Daniel.” I say, holding my hand out. She reluctantly sticks her hand out and shakes it. “You must be Tina, and this must be Shyla.” I say, gesturing with my chin towards the child. She’s playing with a toy and paying no attention to me whatsoever.
Tina looks at me and shakes her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Yes, I’m Tina, and this is my daughter, Shyla, but I don’t know who Greg is.”
A ‘v’ forms between my brows. “What do you mean?” I point towards the road, in the direction that he went in. “That’s Greg. The guy I called out to a moment ago. He didn’t answer me, of course, but—”
She interrupts. “That’s because his name isn’t Greg.” She’s annoyed. “And if you’re smart, you’ll stay the hell away from him.”
I lower my arm and my voice. “What do you mean?”
She glances at the child and slides her hand in to adjust the window, making sure that it’s closed, I’m guessing so she can’t overhear. She closes the car door. A look of concern grows on my face. She peers around to make sure that nobody else is in earshot before speaking.