Forbidden Love

by Watson, S. R.

  Bailey sees me and I just want to wipe the smirk off her face. “I see you girls have made it. I took the liberty of getting us started with tequila shots. Oh, and I invited Vanessa because I think if we are going to get to the bottom of this, she needs to be here.” Jordan snarls and I can tell she is just as pissed as I am. “Please sit ladies.”

  I lead the way. I refuse to give them the satisfaction of having me walk out. Jordan follows suit. The other girls are clearly lost at the scene unfolding in front of them. I knock a couple shots back in rapid succession as I stare at the two of them sitting across from me.

  “Okay, well I’ll start us off. You ladies may not be aware, but Siobhan has been seeing my brother since last semester behind my back. She’s had plenty of opportunities to be open with me, but instead she chose to sneak around with him,” Bailey accuses. The girls look shocked at the news.

  “Wait, I thought he was dating you Vanessa,” Angie says.

  “We were fucking, yes. Dating, no. Grayson and I were best friends. We always hooked up between his temps. Still our relationship was special.” The girls turn to me for my explanation.

  “Oh, cut the shit Vanessa. I didn’t steal him from you. Look Bailey, I’m sorry I kept our relationship from you, but this is the very reaction I was trying to avoid. You all want the fucking sordid details, well here they are.” Jordan shakes her head to let me know I don’t have to tell them jack shit, but I’m fed up. They’re all sitting here judging me while Vanessa sits back and plays the victim. “Grayson and I met because I was his student. The attraction was both mutual and instant. When Liam cheated on me, I just wanted the hurt to stop so I indulged in this attraction. On Bailey’s birthday, we danced and that unleashed our hidden desires,” I explain.

  “He came to my party with Meredith. Jesus, you pulled him from her too?” Bailey interrupts.

  “Don’t be such a bitch Bailey,” Jordan sneers. “You fucking wanted us here to try and see if you guys could hash things out. Stop with the ambush or we’re leaving. And that is why I love my bestie. Bailey is shocked, but she shuts the hell up.

  “After Meredith left to catch her plane, he came over that night. He said nothing happened between them and that he couldn’t stay away from me. He left that night, but we agreed that I would call him the next day. From there we decided to enter into a casual, but exclusive relationship,” I continue.

  “Fuck buddies,” Vanessa offers.

  “Yes Vanessa, you could call it that. We couldn’t be seen together since he was still my professor.” I didn’t want to share that bit of info even though I’m no longer his student, but Bailey left me no choice. “Initially, I didn’t tell anyone because I couldn’t. After I got to know you girls, I didn’t want to share because honestly I knew he wasn’t mine. It was only sex. Well, that’s how it started off. I couldn’t help the feelings that manifested along the way. He told me that he and Vanessa were close, but he wasn’t seeing her. I was very aware that she hooked up with him between their ‘temps,’ as she put it. So you see, I didn’t steal him. In jest, I started a sexual relationship; my very single professor, who I in turn, fell in love with.” Bailey crosses her arms against her chest. She then closes her eyes and shakes her head— gathering her composure.

  “You could have been honest with me, Siobhan. The way you went about it was wrong. To make matters worse, you made him choose between you and a friend that has been there for him when he didn’t have his shit together. Vanessa was there when his engagement fell through. Did you know that? Did you know that he was once engaged?” Bailey inquires.

  “Yes, he told me about Celeste,” I spew. Vanessa cuts her off and I wonder what they’re hiding. Why is the whole Celeste conversation so taboo? “I didn’t make him stop being friends with Vanessa. The bullshit she pulled at the hospital put their friendship on the rocks. You didn’t share that bit information, did you Vanessa?”

  The horror stricken look on her face tells me that I’ve hit the nail on the head. The girls look at her for an explanation. “What is she talking about Vanessa?” Bailey asks.

  “That was a private moment between us. I did realize that you were eavesdropping,” she huffs, dodging Bailey’s question. I plunge ahead.

  “You allow everyone to paint you as the victim, but you fail to tell them that you came to harass me in the hospital when I couldn’t get away.” I turn toward the girls. “She warned me off Grayson and told me in so many words, how I meant nothing to him and that they had an unbreakable bond. She told me he was a sex addict that was using me to manipulate his therapy and how she was basically bidding her time until he was ready to be in a relationship again.” I’m ready to spill it all. My trusty truth serum, Patron, has kicked in and I’m in the I-don’t-give-a-fuck-mode. The girls gasp, but Bailey is shockingly silent. “Wait here is the best part. Grayson shows up and catches her leaving my room. She absolutely forbids him to see me, threatening exposure of our relationship if he took another step. He was pissed that she had crossed the line, but didn’t want to call her bluff so he left. He told her then that their friendship was over. So you see, I didn’t lay down that ultimatum, she did. It was either he left without seeing me or face exposure.”

  Vanessa stalks over toward me so I stand up. This in turn causes Jordan to stand up and an echo effect among the girls. She gets right in my face, undoubtedly embarrassed about being outed. “Fuck you Siobhan. He doesn’t love you. He loves the idea of you. You’re nothing more than a god damn stand in and you don’t even know it,” she rants. Bailey tugs at her arm to silence her, but it is too late. Inhibitions released, my hand flies and makes contact with her face. Damn that felt good.

  “You bitch,” she screams. She lurches forward, but I grab her hair and yank as hard as I can. She stumbles in her ridiculously high heels and knocks all the drinks off the table on her way down. Stay down bitch. Jordan and Angie pull me away while Bailey and Meghan help her up. The bouncers are at our table in seconds, but we assure them that we’re leaving. Vanessa is sporting a cut lip from the fall and my drunken spirit grins at the payback. I’m pumped up now. Jordan helps to hold me up as we exit the club so I don’t meet the same fate with the floor.

  “Come on Muhammad Ali,” she jokes. Huh, I just slapped her. I should have punched her sorry ass. How dare she get in my face? I wasn’t in a hospital bed broken this time. She should’ve known that smart shit wouldn’t fly twice. It’s been a long time coming.

  The crashing of pots and pans interrupts my plans to sleep through this hangover. I’m going to kill Jordan. She better be making my favorite crepes for the racket she’s making, ugh. I listen closer and I realize she is going on and on about last night’s events. God she must be telling Trevor about my finest moment. I can’t say I regret it, although I hate altercations. A sexy, raspy voice answers her and I nearly trip over my comforter trying to get out of the bed. Grayson’s here. My head throbs in protest at the sudden moment. I rub my temples and squint at the door. I need to get out there and shut Jordan up. My door swings open and my very own heartthrob is standing there looking like the Adonis he is. He looks yummy in his jeans and black fitted tee. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair and all I can think about is how I want to do that. “So, I heard I missed the showdown last night,” he grins.

  “Jordan,” I groan.

  “What?” She asks innocently standing behind him. “He had already heard about it, I just filled him in on some of the details,” she says sheepishly.

  “Yeah, Vanessa called me crying about it last night and Bailey called me this morning.”

  “She had it coming Grayson. I—” he cuts me off.

  “It’s okay baby. I’m not mad. Come here.” He reaches for me and pulls me into a hug. I wince from the headache.

  This doesn’t escape his attention. “Let’s sit you on the bed so we can work on getting rid of this hangover.” He asks Jordan to point him in the direction of where we keep the aspirin. He comes back with medicine and ora
nge juice in hand. “Take this and lay down while I fix you some breakfast. Jordan made vegetable omelets.” True to his word, he is back within minutes with a tray of piping hot coffee and an omelet. Jordan walks in and heads to my closet. I watch as she pulls out my carry-on luggage bag and begins to rummage through my dresser for clothes.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Ask your man,” she smiles. She continues on her quest of packing for me, but why?

  “Grayson, what’s going on?”

  “I’m taking you on a little overnight trip,” he winks. “Remember what we talked about last time I was here.” We talked about a lot of stuff. He is going have to be a little more specific, but somehow I’m guessing that is the point.

  “Enlighten me, old sneaky one,” I deadpan. He throws his head back and out comes the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard.

  “Your sarcasm is so endearing love.” He leans down and kisses me on the head, careful not to cause me pain.

  “Shiv, where is your passport?” That gets my attention. What the hell? “Never mind, found it,” she says looking in the shoebox I keep in the top of my closet. My curiosity has definitely been stroked.

  “Grayson, are you seriously not going to tell me where we’re going?” He had my apt attention at Jordan’s mention of passport. I hate flying. I know I have better odds of being in a car crash, yada yada, yada. But seeing as though, I’ve already done the car crash thing, I think my odds of being in a plane crash have increased. Irrational fear, I think not. Now that the coffee and aspirin have helped to ease my headache, I get up to see what Jordan has picked out for me. She informs me that we will discuss last night’s events when I get back. Oh yay!!! While Grayson is busy bringing my things to his car, I use this time to shower and brush my teeth. I don’t have time to dry my hair so I wrap it in a bun. I struggle with pulling my jeans on with the dampness of my skin and my ass that should have its own zip code.

  “You need some help with that love?” I startle at Grayson’s presence in the doorway. He saunters over and caresses my ass before slapping it. “What are you trying to do to me?”

  “You’re getting yourself riled up. Help me with my jeans perv,” I joke. He slides my jeans over my ass with one deft pull. The heat from his fingers causes a tingle down below, but I do my best to ignore it. Starting something now will ensure that we don’t make it to our intended destination. I put on a red cable knit sweater and ankle boots and I’m ready as I ever will be for this flight to God knows where.

  We enter Grayson’s private jet and I’m not surprised by its opulence. Leather recliners line the path on either side with wood grain trimmings and plush carpeting throughout. I take in very little of it in though, as my nerves begin to get the best of me. Grayson’s perceptiveness has him ordering us a glass of wine from the flight attendant.

  “I’m going to need something stronger,” I say taking a seat in one of the recliners.

  “You have me,” he winks. How cute. He doesn’t understand my fear of flying, but he will. He takes a seat next to me and places a soft kiss to my temple. He buckles us both in and I pout.

  “I want you lucid, not inebriated because once we reach our cruising altitude I going to induct you into the mile-high club,” he teases. Leave it to my sex-crazed boyfriend to use this as an opportunity to have sex. Who am I to argue? The pilot comes on over the intercom to announce our departure. He gives generalized information regarding our flight duration, weather conditions, and our anticipated arrival time. He leaves out the actual destination, courtesy of Grayson, I’m sure. The plane begins taxing down the tarmac and I turn to grab Grayson’s arm. Wait, where is my wine?

  “Grayson, the flight attendant didn’t bring my wine.”

  “I know love. We were running late so we missed our chance to unwind before take-off. She’s buckled in now. We’ll get you a drink as soon as the seat belt light turns off.”

  “I needed it now,” I murmur. I bury my head in his chest as we take flight. He strokes my hair and it’s soothing me somewhat. Before I know it, the pilot is announcing that we are free to move about the cabin. Grayson clicks open my seat belt and pulls me into his lap. “Oh baby, come here.” He pulls my bun free from its elastic and my red tresses tumble down past my breasts. “I’ve been meaning to do that. I told you, I like it down. You hair is so beautiful,” he smiles. He signals for the flight attendant and she promptly brings our drinks. I feel myself relaxing into him more as the wine starts to do its job. He quirks a knowing eyebrow at me. He stands up, pulling me up with him. He guides us to the back of the plane and I know it’s time for my induction.

  We walk into the private bedroom and I’m speechless. It is gorgeous. The platform bed is obviously the feature piece. A mahogany headboard with several built-ins, acts as a divider for the room. The dim recessed lighting lends a romantic vibe along with the fireplace on the opposite side of the room. Damn, this is his life. I’m so out of my league.

  “What are you thinking about?” he says from behind me.

  “All of this,” I say while motioning toward all this luxury surrounding us.

  “It’s just things love. You are what matters.” I turn to face him to give a smart-ass remark, but the hunger in his eyes has me distracted. “I need your clothes off, now!”

  He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Using one hand, he pulls my sweater over my head. His fingers trace a trail between my breasts until he reaches the clasp at the front of my bra. “Best fucking invention ever,” he swears. He springs them free and immediately takes a nipple into his mouth. He walks us over to the bed and lays me down. He rids himself of his clothes and I watch like it’s my very own striptease. Every line etched in his muscled body acts to prime me. I just want to lick him. He winks when he catches me ogling him. “Like what you see?”

  “Yes,” I say boldly. I start undoing my own pants, but he stops me.

  “Let me,” he insists. He pulls my jeans and panties off so I’m completely naked. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He crawls onto the bed and puts my legs over his shoulders. His tongue parts me and I bite my lip to keep from squealing. He makes a twirling motion to my clit that drives me insane. I look down at him and he is watching intensely just how wild he is driving me. It is so fucking sexy. I grab his hair and ride his face. He is nibbling and licking and I can’t hold back the scream that rips from me as my orgasm hits. He continues his tongue acrobatics, lapping my juices with enthusiasm. A wicked smile forms on his gorgeous face as my legs begin to tremble.

  “Hmmm, that’s what I was waiting for. I want you vocal baby. Don’t hold it in.” Shit, I just let the entire flight crew know that we’re in here fucking. They probably guessed as much, but still. Maybe the room is sound proof. “Get out of your head sweetheart. I know what you’re thinking. The fact that we’re no longer out there, tells the crew what we’re in here doing. I’m determined to get you over that sexual shyness of yours.”

  “You did that on purpose. You made me forget where I was. You and your wicked orgasms.” He chuckles at my assessment.

  “Now may be the time to share something with you love,” he says cryptically.

  “Okay.” What the heck is he going to tell me?

  “You remember you wanted me to let you in? You wanted all of me, including my brand of kink,” he says reminding me of our conversation.

  “I remember and I do.” He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue.

  “I’m an exhibitionist love. I like to be watched. I want the person watching to see my lover in the throes of passion, as I bring her orgasm after orgasm. The more vocal you are, the harder I get. That is why I don’t get off watching porn. I’m not a voyeur. I’m a hands on, watch me bring her to her knees, kinky motherfucker.” Holy shit. What the hell have I just asked for?

  “Shit, I don’t know what to say. That is so out of my comfort zone. You let people watch you have sex?” He smiles as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

  “Not
how you think. I don’t just pull my dick out in public and fuck. It’s been a while since I’ve indulged in this fantasy. I’ve suppressed this aspect of myself because I didn’t want to just experience this with anyone.” He’s said a mouth full and I don’t know how to process it all.

  “So when was the last time you uh, did this in public?” I don’t know if I want him to really answer that. Is this what he did with Vanessa? Is this something I could ever give him?

  “I don’t make it a practice to fuck in public sweetheart. I’ve done it, but it was more of an adrenaline rush of not getting caught. When I indulge in exhibitionism, I fuck freely and openly. This is done in a club setting.”

  “Oh. My. God. On the dance floor? Where?” I’m a glutton for punishment. He chuckles as my naivety.

  “Not a regular club. A sex club with like-minded individuals.” Oh my. “We’re heading to Puerto Morelos, Mexico baby. I have a club there where select VIP members get to act out their fantasies. I want to bring you over to my world. I haven’t shared this side of myself with anyone since Celeste,” he explains. This is a lot to consider. I don’t know if I can. Shit, this is the beyond the sixty he warned me about.

  “Grayson…I—,” he cuts me off.

  “Shhh, it’s okay love. There’s no pressure. I will take you to the club tonight, but we won’t do anything you’re not ready for. And if you’re never ready, that’s okay too,” he reassures.

  Although, I hate hearing that he shared this with Celeste, she is his past and I’m his future. Hopefully. This is the first time I’ve allowed myself to visualize a future with him. It makes my heart happy that he hasn’t shared this piece of himself with Vanessa. I want to share this with him, I just hope that I can. Grayson’s light kisses to my neck pull me out of my reverie. He is a master at pulling me into the moment with him. My trepidation is forgotten as the ache down below makes itself known. He throws my leg over his hip before he plunges in. Damn, he feels so good. Little whimpers escape my lips as I do my best to silence my pleasure. Grayson grabs my hair and gives it a small yank. He’s already figured it out that I like it rough.