Apparently those words are the magic ones, because his lips are suddenly on mine, and his hands are on my body. He trails his lips down my jawline and then down my neck, and I gasp as I’m hit with sensation after sensation. When he bites down gently on my shoulder, my back arches from the bed of its own accord, wanting more. Whatever he has to give, I can take. Our eyes are locked as he slides down each strap of my top, and they remain locked when my breasts are exposed. He kisses my lips first before paying attention to them, kissing one nipple and then the other, and then sucking on each in turn. Threading my fingers through his hair, I breathe heavily as his tongue peeks out to tease and torment me in the most delicious way.
“Sylar,” I whisper, licking my lips. He lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes the darkest blue that I’ve seen them. I lift my hips as he pulls down my pants and panties, along with my scrunched-up PJ top. Naked before him, I watch him take me in, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he looks me over.
“You are so beautiful. Perfect,” he says, then slams his lips back down on mine. I try and pull off his boxer shorts, and he ends up breaking the kiss to help me do so. Finally we are both completely naked, skin against skin, nothing left between us. I reach between us to stroke him, moaning at the feel of him in my hand. He is so hard, and so big. He’s going to have to enter me slowly, because it’s been a while, and he’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever been with.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks me hoarsely, kissing my neck.
“Yes,” I say, guiding him to the entrance of my pussy. “Is this okay?”
He nods and pushes forward, slowly sliding the tip of him inside. I wrap my legs around him and moan as he slides in, inch by inch, until he’s inside me fully.
“You’re so tight, Brielle,” he grits out, teeth clenched, as he starts to move.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. I’m wet and he’s hard, and when he thrusts it feels so good, I can’t help but make noises that I don’t think I’ve ever made before. He cuts me off with a deep kiss, his tongue mimicking the movement of his cock. When he reaches between us and starts to play with my clit, my orgasm creeps up, and when it hits me, it’s all I can do not to scream. Wave after wave of pleasure take me over, all the while Sylar whispers sweet nothings in my ear. When I come back to myself, Sylar pulls out of me and flips me over, my ass in the air, then slides back in gently, thrusting slowly. I bite down on the pillow as he grips my hips, fingers pressing hard but not hard enough to leave any marks. One of his hands gently pulls my head back by my hair so he can lean forward to kiss my lips. His finger again finds my clit, and I know he wants me to come again before he does.
I oblige.
I wish I could see him coming, but I feel his body jerking behind mine, the sounds he makes turning me on enough to want another round. When he’s finished, he pulls out and rolls me onto my back, peppering sweet kisses all over my face and neck.
“I love the way you look, the way you sound when you come,” he says, shaking his head, as if he can’t believe it. “You felt so good, Brielle.”
“So did you,” I say on a sigh, kissing his cheek. “Now come and cuddle me.”
He smiles at my order and pulls me into his arms.
This time, it’s he who falls asleep first.
Chapter Eleven
“Why does your brother watch you like he’s waiting for you to explode, or something?” I ask Sylar, sitting on his lap outside at his house.
“Because he knows me,” he replies.
I look at his face, and I realise that while his brother knows him, I don’t. I only know what he wants me to know, what he lets me see. He looks so relaxed right now, and I’ve never seen him like this. “Sex looks good on you,” I say, making him laugh out loud.
He moves quickly then, standing with me in his arms and carrying me inside the house.
“And where do you think you’re taking me, Sylar?” I ask, cupping his bearded face. “Didn’t you get enough of me this morning?”
After a long day of work, you’d think I’d be tired; instead, I can’t wait to have him inside of me again.
“Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he mutters under his breath, laying me down on his king-size bed. “You look so small on my bed.”
I move to the middle and lie there like a starfish. “This bed is ridiculously huge. Host many orgies?”
He smirks, pulls off his T-shirt, and joins me. “You’re the first woman I’ve been with in five years, Brielle.”
I sit up, stunned. “What? Five years. Why?”
And I thought my one year was bad.
“I don’t know,” he says, a distant look on his face. “Just didn’t connect with anyone, I guess.”
I watch him for a moment, wondering what he’s thinking. Then, feeling bold and wanting to pull him out of this mood, I sit up and pull my top off, and then slide my pants off. In my black lace bra and panties, I slide off the bed and stand in front of him. In a quick move, he spins me around so I’m facing the bed, his heat behind me. Pushing my hair to the side, off my neck, he kisses me there once.
“Your body is… exquisite.”
Fingers trail down my side, then run along my stomach, while his lips continue to kiss my neck and shoulders. I close my eyes, just feeling, and when his hand slides up my thigh and into my panties, I moan. When I open my eyes, I can see myself in the mirror on his wardrobe. I can see him behind me, his hand inside my panties, finger sliding inside my pussy, and I can see the look in his eyes as he too looks in the mirror.
Pure heat.
I’m pushed forward on the bed, on all fours. I think he’s going to slide into me, but then I feel his tongue there, licking my pussy from behind. I grip the sheets like a lifeline while his tongue flickers over my clit, making me cry out in pleasure.
He makes me come once, twice, until he stops and I all but drop onto the bed, my thighs shaking, no strength left in my body.
“I wanted to do that last time,” he says, tone deep and husky. “But I wanted to be inside of you too much. I was selfish.”
He totally wasn’t selfish. I want to say the words, but I can’t speak. He made me come twice last time, and that’s definitely not being selfish in my books. With a sudden spurt of energy, I push him back on the bed and straddle him. Taking his cock into my hands, I take control and slide him into me slowly. When I’ve taken all of him, I lean forward and slowly start to rock. He removes my bra with one hand, then lies back and watches my breasts and my face as I ride him slow and deep. His hands soon find my hips, and he starts to thrust upwards as he takes control from the bottom. Rolling me over onto my back, he slides in and out of me until he comes.
Then, he goes down on me once more.
*****
I’m at work when I suddenly feel heat at my back and my hair is swiped to the side.
“Hey you,” I say, smiling up at him. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please,” he says, giving me a quick kiss. “I’m going to mow your lawn and do up your garden this week.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I say, making his coffee quickly.
“I know. I want to.”
Christina comes out from the back and grins when she spots Sylar. “Hello. I hear you and your brother are cooking dinner for us tonight?”
“Yeah, which should be interesting,” he replies, running his hand down his beard. “We’re making the only thing we know how, meat and potatoes.”
“I love me some meat,” my best friend says, grinning. “We’ll bring some wine.” She pauses. “And something non-alcoholic for you.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Sylar says. “And we already picked up some wine for the two of you. So you both just need to show up.”
“Sounds good.”
I hand Sylar the coffee and he hands me the money, which I don’t take, so he leaves it on the counter.
“I’ll see you tonight then?” he asks, leaning over the counter to give me another kiss.
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p; “Yeah,” I say, smiling. “You will.”
It’s in this moment that I know I’m falling in love with him.
I realise how naïve I’ve been, thinking I’m strong enough to resist such a visceral reaction to this man. In my defence, I have never met a man like Sylar, so I didn’t believe this type of attraction actually existed. Until now.
He makes me feel. Everything. With him, I feel anger, pain, happiness, freedom, lust. But most of all, I feel love. I feel safe. And, for the first time in my life, I feel truly alive.
We say bye and he leaves, getting into his truck and driving away. I can’t wait to see him tonight.
“He’s got it bad,” Christina murmurs, shaking her head. “You must have a magic snatch.”
I slap at her arm playfully. “Don’t be so vulgar at work.”
“Fine, I’ll wait until we go home,” she grumbles, making herself a coffee. “Want one?”
I shake my head. “We can’t show up to theirs empty-handed. It’s kind of rude, don’t you think?”
“What else can we bring though? A bottle of tequila?”
“They have wine. Do you really need tequila?” I ask, laughing at her. “Drunk bitch.”
“It could be fun,” she says, shrugging. “We could play a drinking game.”
“A shot every time you say something inappropriate? I’ll be drunk within the first hour,” I say, leaning against the counter. I look at my watch. “Charlie should be here soon. I feel like we need to hang out with him more. Should we do a movie and dinner, just the three of us, this week?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” she says, nodding.
Charlie arrives, and the three of us get through the rest of the day, then close up and head home. I want to take my time getting ready, to try and look nice for tonight. I pick a red wraparound dress that is perfect for a dinner, not too dressy, but still nice and clings to my body.
Sylar is going to love it.
When I ring his phone to tell him that we’re about to come over, though, he doesn’t pick up.
“Can you try Spencer?” I ask Christina, who immediately grabs her phone and tries to call him.
“He’s not picking up either,” she says, sounding annoyed. We wait a little while and try again, but no one answers, so we get in my car and drive there.
“I love this song,” Christina says, turning the volume up. It’s “New Bae” by Vic Mensa. She sings along with the high parts, making me wish I’d brought some earplugs. Luckily the men only live down the road. When I pull into their driveway and don’t see Sylar’s truck, however, I begin to wonder if they went out to pick up something last minute. One of them would have stayed home knowing that we’d be coming over though, right? Spencer’s car isn’t visible, but sometimes he parks it inside the garage.
“Spencer might be here,” Christina says, reading my thoughts. We both open our doors and walk to their front door. I knock a few times, but nothing. What the hell is going on?
“What should we do?” I ask her, wrapping my arms around myself.
“I’ll try calling again,” she says, taking her phone out of her jeans pocket. “Otherwise, let’s just go home and wait. I don’t know where the hell they are.”
They don’t answer, so we head back home and wait.
Nothing.
Christina falls asleep and eventually, past midnight, so do I.
*****
By morning, we’re both starting to get worried. Christina does another trip to their house while I get ready for work, going through all the worst possible scenarios in my mind. What if something bad has happened? What if one of them got hurt? Should I call the hospital?
I don’t know what to think, do, or say.
I try his phone again, and send him a quick message telling him to call me as soon as he can, then I go outside and wait by my car for Christina. When she comes over to me, I know something is not right.
“They left a note,” she says, looking angrier than I’ve ever seen her.
“What does it say?” I ask, my eyes on hers, and she hands it to me.
I read it once, and then I read it again.
It’s not in Sylar’s handwriting.
Christina and Brielle,
We have a family emergency and have to leave town. Don’t know if or when we will get back.
We’re sorry.
We’re sorry?
We’re sorry?
So fucking sorry that I wasn’t worth a phone call, or even my own note?
I share a look with my best friend, and I know she’s as hurt as me. This is fucking why I don’t let people in. They will always hurt you, in one way or another.
“Fucking dickheads,” she mutters, taking the note from me and rereading it. “They couldn’t drop by and say bye? Nothing? This is all we get? I thought….”
She trails off, and I know whatever she thought, I thought too.
I don’t get it.
I don’t get them.
“Let’s go to work,” I say, getting into my car.
I wish I had never met Sylar.
Epilogue
“What the fuck am I going to do?” I ask Christina, pacing back and forth. “Oh my God! How did this happen?”
What am I going to do?
“Well, it happens when a man puts his dick inside you without a condom,” she replies, shaking her head at me.
“I’m on the pill.”
“You must have missed one.”
“This is fucking bullshit,” I fire back.
“This is now your reality… our reality,” she says, smiling gently. “It’s going to be okay, Bree.”
“I don’t know anything about having a kid,” I say, covering my face with my hands.
And I was doing so well trying to forget Sylar.
I buried myself into work.
I distract myself every day. With anything. Running, shopping, drinking.
Anything.
I even went on a date with that creep, Paul, just to try and get my mind off him.
Desperate fucking times.
And now? Now I’m carrying his baby.
His.
The man who left without a word and whom I haven’t heard from in two months.
“What am I going to do, Christina?” I repeat, on the verge of hysterics.
“I have no idea. Sylar is a ridiculously tall man. His baby is going to be huge. Good luck giving birth to that loaf of bread,” she says, eyes wide and unblinking.
Loaf of bread?
Oh my God.
“You’re not helping,” I say, sitting down and staring at the wall.
It takes me a few hours, but I finally let it penetrate.
I’m going to be a single mother.
I wonder if my parents are going to be happy about this. It’s still a grandchild, right?
Right?
The End of Part One
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