Evil Of Love

by Echeverria, N. L.

  I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll have Thomas drive me if you let me know where to meet you.

  Talk soon.

  Steph

  Friends. I doubt this is possible. Her presence alone makes me hard. I’ll never forget the night she gave me her virginity. He skin against mine and the way she tasted in my mouth. After all the sex in the last ten years, no woman can even come close to the way she makes me feel. I’m dying to feel that again, to feel her again. I won’t force her, that I can promise, but I can’t give her any guarantees that this won’t be more. I don’t even know Travis, but what I am sure of is that he is an ass and she deserves better.

  Steph,

  Please let me pick you up. If your husband is at work I can swing by on my way. It’s easier and I will give Thomas the address while I’m there just in case you need him to pick you up.

  As far as being friends, the only promise I can make is that I will not force you to do anything you don’t want to. I hope that’s enough.

  Always more than friends,

  Eric

  Crossing my fingers she doesn’t turn me down I wait patiently for her to email back. After a minute or so the computer dings alerting of a new email.

  Eric,

  I think it would be best that you don’t come to my house. Too many times Travis comes home unexpected and I don’t know if I could deal with that kind of confrontation. But if you would like I can meet you at our little coffee shop and ride with you from there?

  P.S. You have always been more than a friend to me however I’m married to Travis which is why I need your promise but if all you can promise is that you will not force anything on me, then that will have to do because I don’t think I can say no.

  Steph

  Immediately I’m back at the keyboard typing.

  Steph,

  Sounds good! I can’t wait to see you tomorrow! I’ll meet you there at 12:45.

  Love,

  Eric

  I hit send shutting down the computer and drag myself to bed. I’ve got to get some decent sleep. The thought alone of having her in my truck has me heated and hard. I don’t know how much more I’m going to be able to take.

  Chapter Twelve

  The sex in the kitchen last night was amazing and Travis catered to all my needs causing me to climax over and over again, but for whatever reason I felt guilt once I was emailing Eric. I didn’t feel guilty for talking to Eric, I felt guilty for having sex with my husband. Is that right? I doubt I should’ve been feeling like that but I couldn’t help it. It’s because I know Eric loves me. It’s getting complicated which is not what I want, but at the same time what can I do? Not talk to Eric? To me at this point that’s not an option. Right now he’s the only one that I feel is good in my life. Yeah, we just met back up only a few days ago, but it feels like we’ve picked right back up where we left off. The only difference is I’m married now. Travis’ mood swings and constant controlling behavior is driving me insane, always has, but I figure I’ve got to deal with it. Travis was brought into my life for a reason and it’s because I don’t deserve to be with Eric.

  Looking in the mirror as I brush my hair I make a final decision. The decision that Eric and I are friends and it’s a friendship no one will ever know of and that’s all it can be. Putting on some lip gloss I take one last look in the mirror. I decided to go with shorts and a shirt today. Casual since I’m going to watch him train. My bruise on my cheek is going down, but I still have to apply extra makeup to cover it up.

  Regardless that I keep saying we’re just friends I still get butterflies in anticipation of seeing him. Just thinking about his hands on my hips causes my pussy to become moist. Maybe being there while he’s training will be good. We won’t be alone and I’ll be able to see what it is he does.

  Travis left early this morning explaining he had a meeting at eight to attend and shouldn’t be home till late. So I’m feeling good about today. I won’t be rushed to get home and the only alone time Eric and I should be getting is in his truck. I grab my purse heading downstairs and walking around to Thomas’ house and again he’s already out on his porch waiting for me. I called him from the house phone this morning after Travis left, asking him if he could take me. He was more than willing. I don’t know what it is but I trust Thomas. I trust him to keep my secret. I think he just knows how Travis is and doesn’t want to see me get hurt. There’s this understanding between us.

  “You look beautiful today, Mrs. Barnes.”

  “Stephanie, and thank you.”

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yep! I’m thinking you could pick me back up from the coffee shop about four. Does that work for you?”

  “Of course, Stephanie,” he replies nodding to me and stepping down from his porch. I follow behind him to the car.

  He opens my door allowing me to get in the back before walking around to his side. Right now I’m very thankful for Thomas. Without him I wouldn’t be able to see Eric.

  The butterflies don’t leave as Thomas drives me to the coffee shop and as we pull up I see Eric standing right outside, his mangled blonde hair lying beautifully and his tight shirt showing the ripples in his body. The butterflies intensify as a familiar feeling creeps down to my crotch. He smiles wide as I step out of the car thanking Thomas as I close the door. I turn to Eric who is still grinning and I can’t help but grin back just as big. I feel seventeen again when I’m around him.

  “You’re beautiful,” he states as his eyes move up and down my body. “I like you in these shorts.” His hand grabs my hip as he tugs on the loop of my shorts buckle pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around me. I hug him back taking in his masculine scent and my pussy throbs in response. He lets me go, but holds my hand, keeping our connection. “You ready?”

  “Yes,” I reply as I follow him. He walks me down the street until we get to a large black Dodge truck. Opening the door for me he helps me up into the passenger seat and as he does his hand brushes my bottom which causes me to tremble for more.

  “Sorry, it’s hard to keep my hands off you, but I’ll do my best,” he smirks and I blush in response. Closing my door he walks around to his side as I buckle myself.

  “Thank you Steph for coming with me. It means a lot.”

  “Of course. I wanted to come.”

  He shuts the door behind him strolling around to his side of the vehicle. My nerves are getting the better of me and I think I’m beginning to sweat. Just having his hand brush against me like that brings me back to the last night we were together. The night I gave him all of me. It’s hard not to think about that when I’m around him. It meant everything to me, he meant everything to me.

  He turns to me as he places the car in reverse and gives me a grin that lights up his face, but causes a strain in my gut. I have to keep this under control. I can’t let how he makes me feel get the better of me. I can’t react. I have to be around him to keep my sanity, otherwise I’d give up now. Just like ten years ago, he’s the only good in my life. He’s an angel that’s come to help me. Maybe if I’m happy with him, I’ll be more tolerant of Travis?

  As we drive away Eric’s hand finds my knee and he softly caresses it with his thumb; a sweet tender gesture that makes my heart beat speed up. It makes me nervous to have him touching me, but at the same time I can’t pull away. I’ve longed for him for too many years to run now. Even if we can only be friends, I’ll take what I can of him at this point. Maybe it’s selfish, but dammit I let him go so he could move on and it appears he never did, so now I’m going to take what I can of him. I need the happiness that he brings me. Without it I don’t know how long I can go on with Travis.

  It doesn’t take long before he’s parking the truck and strolling around to my door to let me out. Holding my hand in his he grabs his duffle bag from his back seat and walks me into what looks like a warehouse.

  “I know this can’t be much fun for you, but I’m glad you agreed to come.”

  “I like being around
you, Eric. I’ve missed the way I feel when I’m with you,” I say shyly and he stops before we reach the doors to enter and turns placing a kiss on my forehead.

  “I’ve missed the way you make me feel too.”

  With that he opens the doors letting me walk in front of him and his hand drops from mine, but quickly finds the middle of my back. Once inside I take in the massiveness of the place. Mats cover the entire floor and a ring sits off to the side. Punching bags hang from the tall ceiling and there’s a trampoline as well.

  “Eric!” I hear a voice coming from the other side of Eric and I turn my head and my eyes meet with a tall largely built darker man with brown eyes. He looks like he lives in this place with all the muscles that are rippling through his thin white shirt. “Ah, who’s this beautiful lady?” he asks, winking at me.

  “Marcus, this is Stephanie. She’s an old friend and well she came to see what I’ve been doing with my life. Stephanie this is Marcus; my trainer.”

  Marcus grabs my hand pulling me into his large hard chest and squeezes me as if he’s known me forever. “Any friend of Eric’s is a friend of mine. Especially since you’re the first woman he’s brought to training with him.” Marcus releases me and I smile at him before turning and frowning at Eric. How could I be the only girl that’s watched him train? Eric only smiles in return and grabs my hand pulling me back to him.

  “Well, let’s get started, Eric,” Marcus orders as he smacks Eric on the back.

  “Do you need anything, Steph? Coffee? Water?”

  “No, I’m fine.”

  “Okay well, you can pick anywhere in the gym to sit, but just make sure you’re in my view and if you need anything please let me know.”

  “Okay. I’ll be fine.”

  He squeezes my hand before letting it go and I find a place against the wall and take a seat on the mats that cover the floor. I watch as Eric and Marcus walk over to the middle of the room where it’s empty and Eric looks over at me. Our eyes meet and in this brief moment I imagine he’s mine. His gaze doesn’t waver as he grabs the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it off to the side. Instantly my eyes move from his face, taking in his chest and abs and finally down to where his shorts hang low exposing that “V” that makes women swoon. The tattoo that is on his forearm trails all the way up his arm and around his shoulder blade. The tribal design continues down his chest and covering his side until it stops just above his shorts. I want to trail my fingers along all the fine lines. He turns so that he’s no longer facing my direction and he has another tattoo that covers his other shoulder blade and this one appears to be several skulls with detail outlining it. They’re all so beautiful and they make it difficult for me to take my eyes off of him.

  His body moves as he stretches each of his limps and I watch as he bends in ways that make me burn all over. Once he’s limber he turns and winks at me before picking up a jumping rope. I think I watched him for half an hour using that jumping rope. It was exhausting just looking at him. Sweat drips down his forehead and the middle of his back as he jumps in a steady motion. Once finished he tosses the rope aside grabbing his water bottle that’s on the floor near him and pressing it to his lips. I close my eyes imagining those lips on me; moving along my skin as he presses soft delicate kisses down my belly. I shiver and turn my gaze back to him, our eyes meeting in this brief moment. I see the fire in him and know he’s having the same thoughts. I blush as if I’ve just been caught masturbating. Sitting here watching him has me panting and I know my underwear is already moist. His chest ripples with every movement he makes and the sweat beads up and slowly drips down his sun kissed skin. I tear my gaze from his taking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm the fire burning inside me.

  He moves to the far end of the room where there is a bag hanging from the ceiling. Marcus is speaking to him, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. Eric nods to Marcus and begins pounding away on the bag. Kicking, hitting the sand filled material and it’s brutally sexy. My insides twist and turn over his every movement. I’m not sure how long he pounds on the bag, but I’m enjoying every moment of it. As soon as he stops he looks over at where I’m sitting giving me that grin that makes my thighs tighten.

  I look up at the clock on the ceiling and time is already passing quickly. I know Travis won’t be home till late, but I really don’t want to take any chances. I’ve got to be out of here in at least an hour. I stand up, but notice Eric already walking my way. Sweat glistening on his skin and his muscles are tight from the workout. He walks up to me removing the tape he has around his hands and it takes all I have not to run my hand down his chest.

  “Do you need to go, Steph?”

  “Uh, oh… no not yet, but I need to be leaving in at least an hour.”

  “Okay. Well normally I would train in the ring for a bit, but I want some time with you before I take you back. Here follow me,” he says holding out his hand and I grab it in mine, instantly warmed and comforted by his touch.

  “I’m done today, Marcus,” Eric yells behind him as he grabs his bag and leads me out of the main gym.

  We walk around the corner and down a long hallway until we stop at a door that has a sign on it that reads ‘locker room’.

  “I’m going to clean up and get changed. Do you want to wait here or would you prefer to come in? No one else is here,” he whispers and I know he’s joking about me going in with him, but a huge part of me wants to follow him through that door. I don’t know how to respond. Instead I look up into those stunning emerald green eyes inwardly questioning myself. He doesn’t say anything; just watches me as I stand here motionless.

  “Okay,” the word escapes his lips and I don’t know what he means, but with my hand in his he turns to the door pushing it open and pulling me through with him. Once inside he turns the lock on the door and flips the light switch above which flickers before fully turning on. I hold my breath as he drops his bag to the ground. His hands reach up to my cheeks and I don’t pull away. He pauses, as if giving me the moment I need to retreat, but I don’t, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. He moves in and his sweet hot mouth meets mine. I’ve longed for this kiss and have been dreaming of it for so many years now. He tastes better than I remember. His tender lips press gently against mine, but only for a moment and too soon he releases me.

  “Come here,” he grabs my hand and walks me around the lockers to an open area full of shower heads. He turns one of the silver knobs running his hand under the water checking the temp and then turns his attention back to me. I know what’s coming and I know I should say no and run out of here, never looking back, but I don’t. Instead I stand in place allowing him to make his next move. He grabs the bottom of my tank pulling it up over my head, eyes not leaving mine. Goosebumps run over my skin and I take a deep breath in an attempt to relax, but it isn’t working. My heart racing and hands trembling he tosses my tank to the side and his eyes move to my chest where my black see through silky bra is barely covering me. My nipples are already erect and craving attention. Any thoughts I may have had of this not being right are gone as Eric’s hand grabs my bare waist pulling me into him.

  His lips first find my neck as he kisses the spot behind my ear and as he moves down to my collar bone he unclips my bra from the back, slowly moving it off my shoulders and it falls to the ground. Not being able to contain it anymore my hands find his stomach and move up his chest and around his neck. His lips collide with mine and the urgency swarms inside me. I need him! I press myself to him and my nipples finally get some stimulation as they rub against his bare chest.

  Instead of picking up the pace he gently pushes me back as our mouths disconnect and he smiles at me with the cutest lazy grin that has me squirming for more.

  “I want to feel every part of you Steph, taste every inch of you,” he whispers into my ear as his hands unbutton my shorts. He slides them down and as he does he lowers down to his knees. I step out of them one foot at a time and then he rubs my
thighs, moving his hands up until they reach my black silk panties. Before removing them he places his palm over my sweet spot and runs his fingers over the silkiness that’s now drenched with my wetness. My clit throbs under his touch, but I don’t move. He grabs my panties sliding them down my legs and I step out of them and as I do he also removes my shoes as I hold onto his shoulder for support.

  Now completely naked he runs his fingers over my skin as he stands up. I look up at him and he gracefully bends removing his shoes, socks, and basketball shorts but leaves his boxers on.

  “Can I wash you?” he asks.

  I only nod in response afraid that if I speak all my common sense will come rushing back to me and I’ll run out of here. Holding my hips he walks me over to the running water and it’s already steaming up the shower area. He again runs his hand under it first and then gestures for me to step in. I move under the shower head and the hot water hits my shoulders and back, the sensation soothes my burning desire; relaxing me a bit, that is until I feel his soapy hands running up my arms. From my arms he moves to my neck and then trailing down to my breasts. Tugging and pinching at my buds as he goes and a moan escapes my lips as the pleasure reaches my crotch. Slowly he moves his hands down my belly soaping every part of my skin until he reaches my toes. He lifts one foot at a time caressing each until he’s satisfied. He stands and the water still running over me washes away all the suds. I in turn grab the soap and pour some into my hands.

  “Here,” I say stepping out of the running water and he moves under it. I return the favor and run my hands over every bulging muscle, trailing over his tattoos, admiring the design. With his boxers still on I don’t get close to what I want to truly see. I give them a tug, but he stops me shaking his head.