Scandalous Past

by A H S Salt

  He hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath in “You didn’t go there to get back with him” The relief was there in the smile that was forming on his lips.

  I slowly shook head “I would never give up what we have for Elijah or anyone” I interjected. My heart ached that he would think I was capable of running out on him for a monster like my ex-boyfriend.

  He placed the phone down and rushed at me cupping my face in his hands and kissing me.

  “I thought I had lost you to him.” He whispered against my lips. I held my arms tightly around him as we got lost in a passionate embrace.

  We sat down next to each other on the Red velvet swivel seats, facing one another.

  “Cillian, you have nothing to worry about” I interjected, explaining myself further. “Elijah means nothing to me. I showed him the Jessica that I have become. He can’t have me. I belong to you.” Hoping those words brought him some comfort.

  Cillian frowned and shook his head.

  “I should have given you a chance to explain. I'm sorry” He said “I should have trusted you” he added.

  He had waited so long to get the woman he had always wanted, just to think he had lost me to a weak man.

  I tilted my head, studying Cillian “Trust me if it was the other way around I would have went bat shit crazy on your ass”

  A smile teased his lips.

  I stood and rounded the bar. I grabbed a handful of ice cubes and divided them between two empty glasses before pouring a shot of whiskey for us both.

  I slid a glass toward Cillian. He sat giving me his full attention.

  I held my glass mid-air “Here’s to a fresh start” I smiled.

  Cillian held his glass up “I’ll drink to that” We clinked our glasses together then gulped our drinks.

  “Since we are getting things off our chest” I abandoned my glass to the side, rested my elbows on the bar “I have something to tell you,” I said teasingly.

  “Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” He asked smoothly.

  My eyes glittered with happiness.

  “I’ve fallen madly, deeply in love with you”

  His mouth parted in surprise.

  Seconds passed and he hadn’t said anything.

  “Cillian?” I said softly. I joined him on the other side of the bar “Say something”

  “Jessica..” He stood gazing at me “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words”

  He rushed at me kissing me on the lips, along the jaw down my neck.

  I panted, flushed from his touch.

  His hands reached for the hem of my top.

  “Cillian not here” I protested, pushing him away.

  “Yes here” He murmured seductively.

  “What about David-”. The last thing I wanted, was someone walking in on us, but I desperately needed him to fuck me.

  “He won’t disturb us” He whispered against my lips. He pulled my top over my head, unclipped my bra, and dropped them to the floor. The wet slick trail of his tongue traced over my breasts, and down my stomach as he crouched lower to unbutton my jeans, pulling them off.

  He stood and dropped his jeans and boxers to his feet. His hand roamed over his thick, veiny erection. I didn’t need to be teased or touched to get moist for him. My panties were already wet from his kiss. My clit ached and pulsated at the thought of what was about to come.

  Cillian lifted me up in his strong arms and firmly grabbed my ass, I wrapped my legs and arms around his neck and waist.

  “Pull your panties to the side.” He panted, yearning to be inside of me. I reached down, moving the skimpy material to the side of my lips giving him full reign to do what he needed, my body was his to have.

  I bit out a crying whimper as he thrust greedily into me, my back pressed hard against the bar as he slid in and out of my sex with piercing blows. I released my hands from his neck and rested my elbows on the cold marble supporting my weight. He pushed harder, delving deeper within me. Feeling vulnerable and scorching hot for him at the same time, I melted into his passionate embrace.

  I needed him to take away my painful memories I had endured from today. As long as we had each other we would be okay. We needed us both to make each other safe from one another’s fears.

  “I love you, Jessica,” He whispered, as he fucked me. That was all I ever wanted, someone to love and cherish me, Cillian was helping me have faith in love once more and he was unaware of it.

  I knew it was only a matter of seconds, my body was tensing up as the sensitive tissue contracted tighter around his cock. I glanced at Cillian craving to look into his eyes. My hands reached around his neck needing comfort from him as he held me.

  “I love you too” I panted, repeating the words he had long waited for. He had my body surrendering to his soft luring touch. I rotated my hips grinding against his movement, he traced fingers over my erect nipples, forcing a tremor of excitement through me.

  Several pleasurable seconds passed before he withdrew, helping me to my feet.

  “To be continued” He teased, with a smile that promised to please.

  Tease.

  “Uh, uh” I moaned “You can’t just fuck me then stop”

  His brow arched “No?” he asked “Because it looks like I just did” A smug smile spread across his face.

  “You will finish what you started or I will” My hand slowly traced over my naked body, lowering towards my clit.

  Two can play at that game!

  “Is that a challenge Jessica?” The corner of his mouth quirked, his gaze lowered watching me getting closer and closer. I stepped forward, tiptoed up and gently pressed my lips against his.

  “You know you can’t say no to me Cillian Claremont. I always get what I want” I breathed seductively stepping back. Before he had a moment to disagree I batted my lashes and gave him a fuck me stare and a teasing smile before turning my back on him and bending over the bar face down, with my palms flat against the cold marble and legs wide apart.

  “I want you…” I flashed him a smile over my shoulder “Right here. Right now”

  He stepped closer, dancing the tips of his fingers up and down my bareback. My knuckles gripped onto the edge of the bar in anticipation.

  “You’re beautiful Jessica” He whispered huskily “Every inch of you” Goosebumps erupted over my skin as he pressed a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

  “Told you I always get what I want,” I smiled seductively, gazing away slowly.

  “And what do you want?” Now he was humoring me.

  “You” I drawled. It wasn’t a lie. I also knew he couldn’t say no to me after that admission.

  He yanked my panties aside, gripped my waist, slamming fast into my swollen sex, banging hard against my rear end as he came closer to his orgasm, his fast thrusts had my clit throbbing, needing to release the build-up tension my body was holding onto. Cillian slammed faster with a groin matching mine, my body shook as an orgasm ripped through me.

  His orgasm rushed at him without notice, his body jerked “Jessica...” He growled, emptying warm spurts of semen into me. Pressing against me he traced his hands feverishly over my bare breasts lost in ecstasy, making sure every last drop had been deposited in me.

  He didn’t pull out straight away, his hand skimmed under my breasts as he held me close against his chest, allowing me to be held in a way that he knew I loved. I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes taking in his succulent scent I had become so used to smelling.

  It was a calming, heavenly scent.

  He pulled out slowly from me then pulled his boxers and jeans back up. My hands tugged at my panties, adjusting them.

  I grabbed my clothes from the floor, turning to admire Cillian as I got ready.

  His sleeves were rolled up on his Black long-sleeved t-shirt and his hair disheveled from our rather thrilling sex session. I was beginning to like his style - it was sexy and edgy.

  “You shouldn’t be out until we know it’s safe,
” Cillian stressed. I wasn’t sure it was going to be smooth sailing, but I knew Elijah couldn’t tear us apart. We wouldn’t let him. We could embrace our love without Elijah looming over us. He would be stupid to think he still had a chance with me. After all, I did manage in the end to stand up to the biggest bully I have ever come across in my life, it was time for me to be happy for a change.

  “I’m safe when I’m with you,” I whispered to him. It was the truth but I also suspected that my words comforted Cillian to know I trusted him to keep me safe.

  “Come on” Cillian smiled warmly “Let’s go home” He held his hand out waiting for me.

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  SCANDALOUS PAST

  CHAPTER 20

  The weeks rolled into months. Cillian and I grew closer, enjoying every waking moment with each other. We either watched box sets of our favorite programs at my apartment or added a pop of color to Cillian’s apartment with the help of a woman’s touch… My touch.

  It was finally beginning to look homey.

  I would go to the club some nights with him when he had to work. Offering to help around. I did enjoy offering free shots to the clubbers while enjoying a few myself. Ryan seemed pleased I was at the club often, he had become a flirt to the point of being a little creepy at times, but I brushed it off.

  I put it down to having mostly men working alongside him. It might just be the fact, he wasn’t used to seeing the girl who once flirted with him - hook up with his boss.

  It did take Cillian a bit getting used to finding my stuff strewn all over his apartment. He commented on how messy it had become, since agreeing to let me keep clothes and toiletries at his place, so I didn’t need to go back and forth to my apartment all the time.

  I hadn’t gotten any more random calls at all hours, and there weren’t any more Lilies appearing at my front door. I began to feel settled and content that Elijah was finally out of my life for good. We started spending more time with Macey and Riley, double dating. It was nice to see her slowly getting back to the old Mace I knew. The premises that my dad had planned for the salon had fallen through, so he was back to square one. He had Cillian looking into it, no doubt it would be at one of his many properties. I didn’t push it though, I enjoyed the free time. I had money left over from the court having agreed to a lump sum due to me from Elijah. I refused to allow Cillian to pay for everything, making sure he knew I wasn’t after his money like the ruthless bitches before did.

  “Have you seen these pictures of us?” I questioned “Keepers for an album!” Laughing, I passed Cillian the celebrity magazine that took a picture of us shopping the week before.

  I remember it clearly, they got a good photo of me pouting, looking up at Cillian. It was when I was trying to get him to buy more scented candles, he kept refusing me while maintaining a straight face. I tiptoed up to him, whispering into his ear, teasing him, telling him that I wanted lots of candles laid out, lit up all around us as we made love on his living room rug. They got a good photo of him carrying as many candles he could hold without dropping them - finally submitting to my demands.

  I sipped my milky coffee, and focused my gaze on Cillian, as he flicked through the mirage of photos of us. The nippy breeze brushed against my skin forcing me to tug at the matching bathrobe Cillian ordered for me, so I could stop hogging his.

  We sat on the rooftop, sprawled out on the lounge chairs enjoying the silence, autumn was drawing to an end and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we couldn’t sit and relax and take in the best view this apartment building had to offer. I loved the view from here, Cillian knew exactly where I would be if I wasn’t down in the apartment.

  “Cillian Claremont and girlfriend Jessica put on smitten display,” Cillian said, reading out the title of the headline above the photos.

  He gave an irritated sigh “I don’t understand why the paparazzi get all excited over these type of shots”

  I rested my mug down “Apparently they get paid thousands for the right picture” I informed him.

  Not caring for the tabloid story but having appreciated the paparazzi shots, Cillian tossed the magazine down on the table before standing and offering his hand, saying nothing more on the subject.

  He had been in a funny mood all day. Silent, and in his own little world. I had put it down to staying up late with our nightly lovemaking marathons.

  I placed my hand on his allowing him to pull me up.

  “Maybe we should get the candles out.” He teased nuzzling close and pressing a kiss on my neck.

  “Sounds good to me” I giggled, leading the way to the elevator, both of us made out like a pair of loved-up teenagers as we entered.

  We had only passed a few floors in the elevator before it stopped for someone, forcing us to go no further with our wandering hands. The sliding doors opened to reveal a woman no older than myself.

  She looked up from her phone for a second to step in before doing a double-take and keeping her eyes firmly on Cillian. She was pretty without having to try- with an hourglass figure and her flowing brunette hair and piercing blue eyes she herself no doubt turned heads. Yet she stood, staring, captivated by Cillian’s’ robust and tall frame.

  The stranger marveled at Cillian. I was certain, she had noticed he was wearing nothing but his robe. I stood in front of Cillian, leaning my back against his chest, claiming him as my own. He slowly and possessively held an arm around my waist. As pathetic as it sounds – it kinda turned me on knowing women found Cillian as desirable as I did. His charming looks had women weak and breathless.

  He didn’t seem to notice the woman nearly dropping to her knees at how powerful and dominant he looked, he was too busy whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

  When the doors opened on our landing I grabbed Cillian’s hand’, leading the way to his apartment. He grabbed me from behind trailing kisses on the back of my neck.

  “Make love to me” I murmured, turning to face him and rushing up to his lips, the groan he released told me he wanted me too.

  “I’m going to make love to you over and over again until you can’t take anymore” Cillian panted. We bumped against the wall, stealing kisses from one another.

  “Hello, Cillian.” A soft voice had us pulling apart having just got caught making out.

  It was his mom.

  I blushed. Mortified she had witnessed such behavior.

  She was standing, holding her Cream Tote handbag with both hands in front of her. I looked up to Cillian.

  He gave her a cold stare- he clearly wasn’t pleased she had shown up unannounced again. It was a touchy subject, he didn’t like to talk about her. He didn’t know much about her to speak of he insisted. Cillian made his way to the front door. I followed behind him, saying nothing.

  “You need to go,” He said acidly “Leave!” He added, putting the key in to open the door. I sheepishly looked at her, she was so much frailer looking than the last time.

  “I just want a few minutes of your time, please,” She said softly.

  Cillian exhaled sharply “I have nothing to say to you”

  I just stared at his mom. Her skin was soft but with wrinkles that seeped in around her features. Her salt and pepper hair in a tight bun, her Beige flower print dress was far too big for her, but her knee-length jacket that matched the color of her dress had done a suitable job disguising it.

  She half smiled, nodding to me acknowledging the fact I had noticed her.

  Turning her attention back to her son.

  “Please” She begged, resting her hand gently on Cillian’s shoulder “I’m just asking for you to hear me out,” Towering over her small frame he shot her a look. She quickly pulled her hand away knowing she had no right to touch him. He opened the door and gestured for me to go first. I stayed where I was. Cillian looked at me with such an intense gaze as if he was warning me to stay out of it.

  I tiptoed up and whispered “Don’t hold grudges, baby” Repeating the same words he said to me when I fell out with my brother.
Hoping he would allow today to be the day to reconnect with his mom.

  I gave him a kiss on the cheek “I’ll go and make us all some coffee.” I stepped in and made my way into the apartment before Cillian could argue with me.

  It broke my heart to know he didn’t have a mom growing up. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had done the right thing - trying to get him to see reason.

  If my mom walked out on me, would I want to know her? I couldn’t put myself in Cillian’s shoes, but if I could bring them together and let him see it's okay to get to know her. Maybe they could try and salvage some sort of relationship. I took my time tinkering around the kitchen deliberately trying to stay out of their way while waiting for the kettle to boil.

  “You care a great deal, about my son,” She said catching me off guard. I turned, shocked that Cillian had allowed her in.

  Son! I wondered if she thought of him every waking day as a mother would.

  “I love him” I answered back simply. Cillian was quick to follow. I gave him a once over, noticing he had changed into his Black sweats and White peter pan collar t-shirt.

  There goes our lovemaking.

  His mom turned, admiring the colorful abstract artwork that I had bought on a whim. Mostly it was to add a little pop of color without putting Cillian out of his comfort zone. He protested it was far too loud when I brought some paintings home. He stood with his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side for a good five minutes the day I brought them home, trying to make sense of it. I loved the artwork. I loved the emotion behind each and every individual piece of art.

  Cillian ignored his mother and came straight up to me, his hands snaked around my waist as he hauled me close, his lips pressed firmly on my temple before tilting my chin to reach my lips.

  Leaving me in a dreamy haze he stepped aside and reached for the mugs. My cheeks burned, at him being so openly passionate in front of his mother, who was a stranger to him.