by T L Osborn
“Well then mister, best you pour us some wine because the sooner we talk the sooner we can start kissing and those fantasies may come true.” She presses one final kiss to my lips, her hands gripping my wrists tightly.
The pleasure that rockets through my body is unbelievable and I’m damn sure if it continues, I might need to have some self-relief before she leaves. She lets me go with a wicked lustful gaze in her eyes and I’m sure I woke the powerful woman within her. She walks away from me, her ass swaying as she goes.
I want to spank that.
Moving slowly into the kitchen, my cock literally strangled within my pants, I grab two glasses down from the cupboard and the bottle of wine from the kitchen bench. I carry them into the lounge and place them onto the coffee table, pop open the bottle and pour two glasses. Picking them up, I hand her one as I take my seat next to her on the couch. She takes a sip, closing her eyes to savour the taste on her tongue, as it then darts out to lick the liquid from her lips. I want to feel that on my cock and to watch those lips move up and down it as that certain appendage strains harder when she begs me for some relief.
“Start talking, gorgeous.” I sip my own drink, watching her intently the whole time.
She takes a deep breath. “So I decided after talking to Aria and Riley that seeing a counsellor might go a long way to helping. Basically, with everything that happened with Kyle and how nasty and controlling he was, I just wanted to get some sense of direction. Anyway, I told her everything, about my mum leaving, about us, then my dad and I moving away, how unhappy I was, and then meeting Kyle and feeling like he was my Prince Charming but how he turned out to be the opposite. I mainly talked about things with Kyle and how he called me a slut, whore, bitch and lazy. He’d say I was fat if I ate chocolate or ice-cream and he’d use sex to get what he wanted.”
I rest back against the couch. I knew there was something fucked up with this guy but now, I my instincts were confirmed.
“Toby, the counsellor suggested that I was so fearful about ending up like my mum and leaving a good man for a loser that I didn’t see the warning signs from Kyle and that I should have. I fell for his charm and what I thought was love, but the proposal at three months should have been the biggest warning. It was too soon. He was demanding money from my accounts as soon as we were dating like a month. I just–” Tears spring free from her eyes and she looks at me. “I feel so stupid. You were the good man I left. The one I should have stayed with, married and had a life with. When I found your promise ring was missing I cried for what felt like forever.”
She pulls out her necklace from beneath her shirt; on it is my ring.
I place my glass down on the table and take hers from her too, putting it next to mine.
“Come here,” I say as I manoeuvre her onto my lap so she straddles me. I slide one hand around her waist and my other to brush her hair away from her face. “Baby, you’re not an idiot, stupid nor anything else. You fell in love with someone who was a manipulative liar. Someone your dad thought I once was too. However, I do think there’s a reason we broke up in the first place and perhaps it wasn’t a bad thing.”
She pushes herself off me and stares into my eyes. Sadness fills hers.
I have to think carefully about what I say next because one wrong word and she will definitely be lost to me forever.
Sasha
Staring at Toby, I can’t believe I heard him right.
Does he mean he’s happy we broke up?
“Hear me out. What I mean is I’m not happy we broke up but I did often worry that although we were making all these plans to spend forever together that eventually I’d feel like I was holding you back. Everything we ever did we were always together. I wanted you to fly, spread your wings and all I could do the day I got your ring back in the post was hope you’d come back to me someday and you’re here now, where you belong. And this time, we’re older, wiser, stronger and ready to love with all that we have. So Sasha, will you be my girl?” he asks as I exhale a sigh of relief.
Cupping his face in my hands, I ask, “You sure?”
“With all of my heart, I’m sure.”
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the couch, flipping me over onto my back and hovers over me before he sets to devour my mouth with his. It’s hot and hungry; like he needs me to breath. He kisses in a way Kyle never did.
Stop it. Don’t think about him.
Footsteps on the stairs outside the window interrupts us as Toby pauses to listen but the front door opens and he quickly gets off me, but not quick enough.
“Toby, I told you if you and Sash were having sex to take it to your room,” Jake calls as he closes the door.
“We weren’t having sex little brother and it’s not like I haven’t walked in on you doing it.”
Jake grins at us as he pops open a beer from the fridge.
I sit up on the couch and straighten myself up. As Toby grabs our wine glasses and comes to sit next to me, he links our hands together.
“Aria, Simon, Charlotte, James and Riley are on their way here,” Jake says, taking a seat on the couch.
“What for?” Toby grumbles.
“Babe,” I warn. He turns to me, throwing me a grin. “What’s that goofy look for?”
“You called me babe.”
I roll my eyes as the front door opens.
“Uncle Jake, look!” Charlotte squeals as she comes racing into the room. As she turns the corner, she abruptly stops. “Why is my teacher here?” she asks, pointing at me as her face contorts to one of confusion.
“Well, sweetie, Uncle Toby and Sasha are friends but you must remember to call her teacher at school,” Simon tells her as he comes to sit down by Jake and pulls her onto his lap.
She stares at me curiously, her usually bright and happy face tormented by confusion.
“Daddy, will she be my aunty?”
Simon is handed a beer by Aria and Toby has to spit his mouthful of wine back into his glass.
“Charlotte, how about we just let them be friends okay?” Simon insists.
“But why?” Charlotte asks. “I like my teacher.”
“Which we are very grateful for sweetheart but sometimes you have to let people do things their way. Life isn’t like your princess books, sweetheart.”
“But you and Mummy fell in love like a princess book.”
“Mummy got lucky,” Simon says out the side of his mouth.
“I heard that,” Aria pipes up. Simon just smiles at her.
I squeeze Toby’s hand harder now, very concerned Charlotte will say something to the entire class on Monday at school.
“So Sasha, how are things going?” Aria asks as she comes to take a seat on the couch next to Charlotte.
“Great, really great.”
“We see you took our advice.” Riley nods towards mine and Toby’s clasped hands.
“Why wouldn’t she? You two are the greatest advice givers around,” James says, taking a sip of his beer.
“How about you lot scram out to the garage and give us girls some privacy?” Riley says.
We all literally get up at the same time.
“You don’t need to ask us twice.” James and Simon both kiss Aria and Riley respectively and head out towards the garage. What I’m not expecting though, is Toby to tug me from my seat and place a big smooch onto my lips in front of everyone.
“Have fun in here talking about whatever you girls are going to talk about.” He winks at me.
“Oh, it will all be about how macho you guys are,” I promise with one last quick kiss, then I shove him away from me and he goes.
To my surprise, Henry doesn’t waste any time finding himself in my lap as Riley and Aria stare at me with their mouths open wide.
“Girl, spill the beans. How and when?” Riley asks.
“Well, literally just today, but we’ve been connecting a lot over the last week and I came to tell him about seeing the counsellor and things just happened.” I shrug trying
to act like this is no big deal.
“That’s awesome. So, now you can attend family dinners as his girlfriend. I was really hoping you two would get back together,” Aria says.
“I bet he’s a–” Riley starts to say, but Aria cuts her off and points to Charlotte who is intently listening to our conversation, her eyes wide as she stares at Aria. I realise she was about to make some kind of sexual comment.
The afternoon ticks by and we don’t see the guys until later in the day once the whiskey has run out and they’re all starving. We decide to all take a night off cooking and order some pizzas.
Sitting around the table, I feel like I’m home, the place I should’ve been all along. Once we’ve eaten and cleared away the plates, and the last of the wine has been drunk, Simon and Aria leave to take Charlotte home to bed.
“How are you getting home Sasha?” James asks me as he and Riley gather their coats.
“I-I…hadn’t really thought about it.” I hadn’t.
“You want a lift?” James offers.
Toby looks at me with a confused look. “I’m staying with James and Riley. Kyle doesn’t know them nor would think to find their house.”
“Unless you want to stay here.” Riley winks at me. Feeling my face flush, I can’t even look at her. “I’ll take that to mean we’ll see you in the morning. Come on lover boy, let’s go home and have sex everywhere.”
“Not in my room,” I holler as they exit.
“Too late.” James chuckles, slamming the door behind him as I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
Ew, I really hope they haven’t.
Suddenly, a pair of warm arms wrap around my body, pulling me in against a broad chest.
“So you’re staying, huh?” Toby whispers in my ear.
Spinning around, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Don’t get any ideas about sexy stuff happening. I’m not there yet, but more kissing is a must.”
“How about a little making out?” he suggests.
“We will see.”
He bends and lifts me over his shoulder.
“‘Night Jake,” Toby says as we enter his room.
He lowers me to the ground and walks over to his drawers.
“Here, I think one of my t-shirts will suffice for a nightshirt.” He tosses it at me. “I’ll be back, just gonna brush my teeth.” He exits the room and I change into his shirt before climbing into bed. When he returns he has a ginger fur ball with him. “Can’t forget this guy, though he won’t stay here long.” He removes his jeans and climbs into the bed beside me, making himself comfortable. “Come here.” He beckons me over with his finger. Moving over, his arms drape around my back as I make myself comfortable against his chest. I rest my palm upon it, feeling his heart beat beneath it. He places kisses on my forehead. “Thank you for telling me everything tonight.”
“Of course, there’s no secrets between us, right?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, only things like surprises and stuff like that.”
Snuggling in closer to him, I lay there awake for the longest time until I hear light snoring from above me and realise he’s fast asleep. Turning the light out, I join him moments later, not quite believing I’m here.
In his arms.
My true Prince Charming.
Chapter Twenty
Sasha
I wake with a start. My body is shaking and sweating, I feel nauseous and my heart is hammering hard within my chest, and the dream still vivid in my mind.
A warm pair of arms engulf me just as the tears are about to start.
It sends me jerking off the bed, turning to face whoever it is.
“Hey, it’s me,” Toby says.
My entire body relaxes and I move into his arms and snuggle against his chest.
“What happened?” he asks, placing kisses on my head.
“I had a bad dream about Kyle.”
“It was just a dream, Angel. I’m here.”
He tilts my head upwards and gently places his lips upon mine. In almost an instant, the love and strength from this man has made me feel better, stronger and desired all in one breath. The rush of pleasure makes my vagina pulse with a need to be touched that I haven’t felt in a very long time. Toby, with one kiss, has turned me on as only he can. He rolls me on top of him so my thighs are straddling him and I’m leaning over him. He brushes his fingertips down my face as I crash my mouth back down to his, feeling his hips lift to mine and his rock-hard cock hitting my heated pussy. I grip his shoulders as we deepen the kiss and he runs his hands down my back as I rub his bare chest. His hands are cold as they hike his shirt up my back to collide with my bare skin.
“Babe,” I gasp.
“Sorry, honey,” he whispers in my ear only to distract me as he slides the shirt up over my head. My tits bounce into his face. He licks his lips before going for my nipples, then sucks one into his mouth.
Closing my eyes, I let the pleasure wash over me, and his other hand strongly grips my ass.
Suddenly, he rolls us over, then uses his knee to push my thighs apart. He continues to devour me as he links our fingers together.
I wrap my legs around his waist, silently begging him for more. He does things to me, makes me feel desired and sexy without needing to speak. His mouth, his hands and his tongue are talented at making me moan in pleasure.
“Do you want this?” he asks.
“Sex?” I reply as he raises his face to look at me. “Well. I-I do, but I don’t want you to feel pressured into it.”
He grins at me. “Are you sure? Look, I’m guessing Kyle held pleasure over your head and I don’t want that. I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure as I make you come any way I can.”
I bite my bottom lip as he lowers his mouth to mine. Only, before he can kiss me again, something ginger, furry and growly is attacking our arms; claws digging into our raw flesh as he bites us both.
“Henry!” Toby roars. He reaches over to pick him up.
“Don’t hurt him,” I beg.
“I won’t hurt him, but dude, you gotta stop eating me. I’ll feed you but all you gotta do is meow at me.” Toby places him on the bed beside me as he gets up, pulling on some pants. “I guess this means sexy time will have to wait, huh?” I chuckle as Henry snuggles into me, rubbing his head against my outstretched hand.
“Well it’s kind of a mood killer when your cat tries to eat you for breakfast but trust me, it’ll happen, and soon. In the meantime, do you want me to cook something for breakfast?” he asks. My stomach growls, making us both laugh.
“I’ll take that as a yes. What do you feel like eating?”
“Whatever you decide to make is absolutely fine with me.”
He leans over the bed and gives me a quick kiss before making his way out to the lounge with one last look back. “My cat stole my bed and my girl.”
“He is rather cute,” I say.
“Cuter than me?”
“No, but he’s close.”
Toby rolls his eyes and exits the room.
I get out of bed and pull on all my clothes before I tidy up his bed and make my way out to the lounge only to find him staring out the kitchen window curtain out to my car.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Umm, I don’t know how to tell you this but it would seem your ex has scaled up his stalking attempts.”
What is he talking about?
I approach the window and find my car completely spray-painted in fluorescent pink paint.
Slut.
Whore.
Fat bitch.
All scrawled across it. Blinking several times, I hope the words would magically erase from the car but they don’t.
“Well, this is just fabulous,” my tone drips with sarcasm. “I might have to borrow your Ute for work tomorrow. I can’t possibly be seen turning up at school in that.”
“Is it insured?” Toby asks.
“Sure is.”
“Is the restraining order sounding like a good idea now?�
�� Toby asks.
It sure does.
Toby pulls me to him. “We’ll get your car sorted out. I’m pretty sure Simon and James possibly have a car you can borrow.”
I really hope they do because right now, I don’t have much of a choice.
Toby
Sasha sits, moving her fork around on the plate, playing with her food like a child while she’s staring at it as if she’s about to cry.
I reach across the table clasping her hand in mine. “It’s going to be ok.”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s not. I put you and your family at risk, let alone James and Riley who have been so awesome to me, and this is how I repay them. I don’t even care about the stupid car but I put you all at risk and I shouldn’t have.”
“For all we know he’s only followed you here and still has no idea where you’re actually staying within Upper Hutt. How about we ring a lawyer and see if we can get something drawn up today.”
“Who’s going to be available to work today?” she asks.
“I know someone I can call.” She looks at my suspiciously and I realise she’s probably never met Simon’s sister. I know Mel won’t be able to take care of things, as it’s a conflict of interest for her but I’m hoping one of her colleagues will. I also need to ring the local police station and report this incident otherwise the restraining order won’t come into effect.
Sasha sighs. “I dunno, Toby, there’s really no way to prove that it is Kyle. It could just have been some local kids having what they thought was a bit of fun. We were young once too, remember?”
“After all he’s said and done to you, you’re still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt? I don’t like it.”
“You don’t have to. I just need you to support me in this.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know if I can. I want you to get a restraining order and that’s final.” Sasha looks at me as horror washes over her face.
She gets up from the table calmly and removes herself from the room, slamming my door behind her. In that moment, I realise I probably sounded exactly like he did: bossing her around because of something I don’t like.