Lorenzo (Members From Money Book 12)

by Katie Dowe

  “Jeremy told me yesterday that I was not his type, he needed someone more career oriented,” Candace told them downing the strong liquor and almost choked in the process.

  “Oh honey!” Janice patted her back gently. “He is not worth you pining over him. I have been telling myself that since David left the house in a hurry. Let him stay wrapped up in his guilt for his dead wife. What do I care?”

  “Ouch sweetie, that sounds a little harsh,” Candace told her with a grimace.

  “I know and that is not me.” She downed the liquid in her glass and felt the heat go through her body.

  “Okay you know what?” Leah said signaling the waiter for another round. “We are here to forget about men and that is exactly what we are going to do.”

  They danced with some brothers who had been busily checking them out, and by the middle of the night they were comfortably drunk.

  “I can’t believe you are single.” His name was Derek and he was holding her way too close and his cologne was very overpowering. Her friends were dancing as well with two guys; it was obvious that they had come together.

  “Why is that?” Janice asked him faintly, she was finding it hard to breathe. His cologne combined with the heat of the club was making her dizzy.

  “You are one fine looking woman,” he said leeringly, one hand drifting down to her bottom.

  “Let your hand wander down there again and I knee you in the groin,” she told him grimly.

  “Okay baby, just checking out the shape.” He grinned at her and suddenly she felt sick, just wanting to get out of his totally uncomfortable embrace. The song ended just then and she pulled away quickly but he held on to her. “How about coming back to my place? I am willing to show you a good time.”

  “I strongly doubt that,” she told him sarcastically, pulling her hand away from him and walking away.

  “You don’t know what you are missing honey,” he called after her.

  “What was that all about?” Leah asked her as soon as she sat at the table. They had ordered something to eat to soak up the liquor they had been drinking. Janice dunked her fries into the thick ketchup and looked back at where her dance partner was over at the bar with his friends looking over at them.

  “He wanted to show me a good time at his place,” Janice said mildly. Her head was spinning and her stomach was roiling but she figured the chicken and chips would make it better.

  “And you let an offer like that pass you by?” Leah said teasingly.

  “Mine wanted to know if I was available for a ménage a trois,” Candace said with an irrepressive grin.

  “No!” Leah covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “I missed all the fun. Mine just wanted to hold my delectable body in his arms for the entire night.”

  They laughed softly at that and settled back to finish the meal.

  There was a dancing contest going on stage with two females and two males and the disc jockey played reggae music to start off the contest. The girls found themselves standing to get a better view and watched in wonder at the dance moves that were showed.

  It was the last round that did it. It was approaching eleven o’clock and they went back to the bar to order one last round. Their avid admirers had found other women and had not given them another glance. “Vodka and tonic, please,” Leah told the bartender.

  “I am not sure I can manage that,” Janice protested.

  “It’s the last drink for the night,” Leah insisted.

  They ended up having two drinks and by that time Janice’s head was spinning! Her friend’s helped her into the cab and told the driver where to take her.

  *****

  “It was almost midnight when she stumbled out of the cab and pulled open her gate. She made it to the porch before dropping on one of the chairs there, her head pounding. Oh God! She felt like she was dying. What on earth had possessed her to drink so much when she did not have the stomach for it? Fishing inside her pocket book she took out her phone and dialed his number. “Hello?” His voice sounded sleepy and she felt elated that she had woke him from his peaceful sleep.

  “Hi David.” Her voice was slurred and she struggled to sound normal.

  “Janice?” He sounded wide awake now.

  “I bet you are wondering why I am calling you so late. I bet you are wondering why I am calling you at all.” She bent her head and took several deep breaths. “I am just coming from – I was just at a club having a good time.” She laughed suddenly, almost hysterically.

  “Janice, are you drunk?”

  “Am I drunk? Let’s see,” she giggled. “I guess I am. I met some guy and we danced and he wanted to take me to his place to have sex with me.”

  He was wide awake now.”Janice, where are you?”he asked her urgently.

  “What do you care?” she asked him in an annoyed voice. “You are at home in your comfortable home wrapped up in guilt about your dead wife, so what the hell do you care?” Her lids were closing and her stomach felt queasy. “You are quite fine, David, you don’t need a real live woman beside you. There is your dead wife right there, so I guess, I mean I – You know what? I don’t know what the hell I am saying. Goodbye David, and have a nice life.” She hung up and allowed the phone to fall to the floor and rested her head on the chair, her eyes closing in drunken sleep.

  *****

  That was where he found her half an hour later. He had almost killed himself coming over and had wondered what the hell she had done to herself. He had not called her and had made sure he was not around when she came to replace the floral arrangements. But she was right. He was using Eileen’s death as a crutch for his guilt and because he was confused at the feelings she had evoked inside him, he did not know what to do. She was slumped over in an uncomfortable position on the porch chair. He stood there looking at her for a moment before climbing the steps and coming closer to her. He shook her gently and called her name, but she did not budge. It took him ten minutes before he was able to wake her and she stirred, looking at him crouched beside her. “David?” she murmured, one hand reaching out to touch his jaw. “Am I dreaming?”

  “No,” he told her tightly. “I need to get you inside. Where are your keys?”

  She pointed to her pocketbook.

  He found the keys and opened the door and helped her up, guiding her inside. She gripped his hands as she felt her head spinning and the nausea coming up from inside her. “I am going to be sick!” she gasped. He hurried with her to the bathroom and she collapsed in front of the toilet bowl and puked her guts out. He held her hair back, and when she was finished she leaned back against him weakly. “I am going to die.”

  “Alcohol will do that to you anytime,” he said grimly, helping her up and walking with her to the sink to rinse out her mouth.

  He guided her into the bedroom and proceeded to undress her. She put up a token resistance and he boxed away her hands and continued. “I don’t make love to drunken women Janice,” he told her tightly. She let him and dropped on the bed as he pulled a t-shirt over her head and pulled the sheets over her body. By the time he came back from the kitchen where he had made her a cup of tea, she was out like a light.

  He stood there looking at her. He had undressed her and had tried to ignore the tightening of his body as he stared at her generous breasts, the large nipples apparent in their lace casing. She had on matching panties and he had found himself aching to touch her there. Her skin was so soft and beautiful and he imagined himself tasting every inch of it. He had had to force himself from pulling her into his arms and kissing her. She was dangerous to his senses and that was why he had stayed away from her. He pulled up a chair and sat, deciding to drink the tea himself and stayed there watching her sleep until he drifted off.

  *****

  She woke up groggy and with a blinding headache. The sun was streaming in through the partially opened curtains in her room and she felt the light straight into her skull. It was then she smelled coffee. With a groan she tentatively got
off the bed. What the hell happened to her? And who was making coffee?

  He came in just then and Janice looked up at him in shock. What was David doing here?

  “I see you are up.” He brought in a tray with the enticing smell of freshly brewed coffee and two pills on a saucer. He brought them over to her.

  “What are you doing here?” she croaked, automatically reaching for the aspirins and popping them inside her mouth, using the coffee to swallow them down.

  “You called me last night and told me all about your night,” he told her coolly. He took the tray away and took a seat on the chair. “Do you often get drunk like that?”

  She shook her head and winced as the pain laced though her temple. “Never. What did I say to you?”

  “You told me that you met some man who wanted to have sex with you and I should stay home in my comfortable bed wrapped in the guilt of losing my wife,” he told her in a matter of fact tone, his eyes holding hers.

  “Oh Lord.” She closed her eyes in mortification. “I am sorry, David.”

  “I came over and found you spread out on the porch chair fast asleep.”

  “You undressed me?”

  He nodded.

  “Did we-?” She could not even bring herself to say the word.

  “You mean did we have sex?” he asked her with a tinge of amusement. “No, I don’t take advantage of incapacitated women.” He stood up then. “Are you going to be all right?”

  She nodded and noticed that the headache was wearing off.

  “I will be leaving then and if I may suggest, you monitor your intake of alcohol from now on.” He turned to leave.

  “That’s it?” She stood up a little unsteadily. “You are leaving?”

  “What do you want me to do, Janice?” His back was still turned to her. “You want me to stay and hold your hand?”

  “Damn you, David!” she cried in frustration. “Leave and don’t come back. Do what you know best, run away from what you are feeling because you are too much of a coward to acknowledge that you can actually feel.” The silence that followed her outburst was deafening and from the clenching of his fists she knew she had gone too far!

  He turned to face her and she saw his dark eyes flashing with anger. She stood her ground as he came forward, her body trembling slightly. “What are you doing?” he asked her softly, his hands gripping her arms with bruising force.

  “David-“ she began, putting up her hands to hold him off.

  “Damn you!” he muttered pulling her towards him. “Damn you.” His head came down and he took her lips with a hunger and force that took her breath away. She opened her mouth underneath his, her hands going around his neck bringing him even closer. His tongue invaded her mouth and he crushed her against him, his heart hammering inside his chest. She returned the kiss with aching ardor, molding herself to him as he plundered her mouth helplessly.

  With a swift movement he lifted her into his arms and bore her back against the bed placing her there gently. He released her lips and she moaned wanting to feel him. “Hush,” he whispered. He pulled the shirt over her head and then took off her bra and panties. He knelt there staring at her breasts with their generous nipples and knew he had to taste them. He bent his head and took a nipple inside his mouth, pulling it, his tongue swirling around it. Janice gasped and stiffened against him, the need racing through her already vulnerable body. He went to her other nipple and by the time he was finished she was a quivering mass of desire. He eased off the bed and hurriedly undressed leaving on his underwear but she could see his erection straining against the material. He opened her legs and used his fingers to open the lips of her vagina. His eyes captured hers as he put his finger inside her, thrusting slowly, watching her reaction. He used his other hand to release his erection and her eyes were drawn to it and she whimpered helplessly at the length and width of him. He took the finger out and rubbed it against the tip of him using it to lubricate his penis. He was still silent, still watching her and Janice found herself shivering at his look. He came onto the bed and guided his erection into her, his teeth gritted as he encountered her incredible tightness. He pushed further and her barrier stopped him. “You are a virgin?” he asked her harshly, making as if to pull out of her.

  Janice wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him inside her. “I need this,” she whispered.

  With a groan he pushed against her, stopping again at her brief cry of pain. He pushed further and breached her capturing her cry inside his mouth. He waited until she had become accustomed to him before moving against her. She matched him, thrust for thrust, her arms around his neck, her body on fire for him. The sensation was incredible! David gathered her up against him and gripping her hips he increased the pace, his breathing labored.

  He had never before in his life experienced such a passion. It was overwhelming and threatened to tear at his control, a control that he had always exercised and always kept in check. He had known that she was different when he first met her but he had never dreamed of how much. He felt his penis burgeoning inside her, hugging the walls of her vagina and holding him to her, clinging and melting his reservations and the feelings of coldness and aloofness he had always had.

  Janice tore her mouth from his and with a sharp cry she came against him, her body trembling uncontrollably. He came with her, while she was in the throes of ecstasy and his fingers gripped her hips as he thrust inside her desperately, furiously, his body increasing the pace and taking over.

  They clung to each other as they rode the storm together still holding each other as they drifted back down.

  He tried easing out of her, but she would not let him, her arms tightening around his taut lean body as she placed butterfly kisses on his bare muscled chest.

  “Janice,” he groaned, moving inside her. He was still hard and he discovered that he wanted more, he had to have more of her, God help him!

  “I want you to stay,” she did not know what she as asking, whether it was to stay the day of for the entire time but she knew she could not let him go, not now, not ever.

  He bent his head and took her lips with his softly. She responded and tunneled her fingers through his soft dark hair as her tongue met his eagerly. She met his movements with hers and loved the feel of him inside her soaking wet vagina. The sun had gone behind a dark cloud and it had started raining but they did not notice, neither of them noticed or even heard the ringing of the phone as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies eagerly giving and receiving.

  *****

  It was David who woke up first. He had eased out of her when she had drifted off into an exhausted sleep and had gathered her close to him and gone to sleep himself. Her body was curled against his, her hand curled into fist on his chest. He moved away gently and looked down at her exquisite face still bearing the effects of their passionate time together. He had gone down on her, licking at her mound and pulling it inside his mouth until she had sobbed and asked him for release. He had used his tongue to give her release, thrusting inside her with an expertise that had had her panting. It was then and only then that he had taken her again, placing his penis inside her and screwing her hurriedly, his breathing harsh against her mouth. Just looking at her made hard and he wondered how on earth he could feel such intensity for a woman he had not too long met.

  He noticed how long her lashes were, and the shadows they made against her soft cheeks and her lips partially opened as she breathed evenly in sleep.

  He had wanted to leave and have nothing to do with her. What he felt for her was nothing compared to what he had felt for any other woman including the one he had married and it made the guilt inside him even worse!

  She stirred against him and opened her eyes. “I thought I was having a particularly erotic dream,” she murmured, lifting a hand to touch his jaw.

  “It’s very real,” he told her lightly, knowing he should probably head on home and run as far away as possible.

  “I know,” she reached bet
ween them and held his penis lightly, drifting down to the tip of him where she rubbed her finger over the slight wetness. “This is very real and I want more.” He had hardened visibly as she continued to stroke him and he could feel his body tighten in desire.

  “Janice,” he murmured achingly and sliding on top of her he entered her swiftly, going in deep.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, giving as good as she got!

  Chapter 6

  He did not call her the next day. He had left late in the afternoon after they had eaten and had made love again, his hands roaming her body feverishly, his lips touching hers and lingering. He had not promised to call her, but she had thought that after sharing something so unbelievably wonderful that he would have at least called.

  “Hi Janice, how are you today? I just wanted to check up on you after that wonderful and passionate time we had spent together exploring each other’s bodies,” she muttered, clipping the dried leaves from the dogwood tree. She had gone into the greenhouse like she normally did on a Monday and had left Maggie and Jake in the store to make deliveries and ring up sales. She needed to get her head on straight. Leah and Candace had finally called her yesterday after he had gone to find out if she was still alive and she had almost told them about the time she had spent with him. But it was too soon and too new.

  She had soaked in a warm bath for a very long time after he had left, closing her eyes and feeling his body on hers. She wanted to feel it again and he was not going to stop her.

  It was going on four in the afternoon when she decided to bite the bullet and call him. “Janice, how are you feeling?” His tone was polite, as if they had just met.

  “Oh no, we are not doing that, David,” she told him in frustration. “We did not spend one whole afternoon making love and you taking my prized virginity for you to be treating me like some damned stranger.”