Time To Learn (Believe Book 3)

by Karen Ferry

  I’m in Jessica and Jodie’s flat—a posh place in one of the best parts of Glasgow—nursing a beer on the couch as I watch them kissing, lying on their sides facing each other on the floor in front of me. The light streaming in from the big, Victorian windows casts a bright glow over their naked bodies as they caress each other, and I groan as Jodie begins to finger fuck Jessica.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Jodie coaxes at the sound of the soft whimper puffing from Jessica’s mouth. I can’t take it anymore. Consumed with lust, I stand up, take off my shirt and jeans at lightning speed and swallow the last of my beer before I take a step closer to them.

  Kneeling in front of them, I take a firm grip on the base of my cock. Jessica opens her eyes, and she smiles as she sees my piercing. Then she looks down to Jodie between her legs, moaning. My eyes land on Jodie, and I begin to stroke my cock harder as I watch her licking Jessica’s pussy.

  “Fuck, ladies,” I grumble. “You’re going to make me come before I want to.”

  In my beer-addled state, I’ve almost forgotten Laura—almost, but not quite. Maybe I’ll feel disgusted with myself when I leave the flat later, but at this moment, I don’t care. All I care about are the two blondes in front of me, and the mind-blowing sex we’re about to have.

  Jodie keeps her eyes on me as she licks Jessica’s pussy, making me hiss at the sight.

  “Oh God, baby,” Jessica cries out. I release my cock and bend to run my tongue over her nipples, licking and sucking them as I restrain her hands above her head. Her cries become louder, and I smirk as she thrashes on the floor in an attempt to free herself.

  “No, babe,” I murmur. “Let me watch you come.”

  She does as I say at once, and I smile at Jodie. Her lust-filled eyes meet mine, holding them in place. Again, I take one of Jessica’s nipples in my mouth, biting down hard as she whimpers.

  “Fuck me, I’m coming.”

  Her soft cries grow louder until she clamps her legs around Jodie’s head.

  “Finally,” I mutter, almost about to burst. “Time for me to fuck you, Jodie. Come here.”

  I lie down on my back next to Jessica as Jodie does as I say. On her hands and knees, she straddles me, but when she leans down to kiss me, I frown.

  “No mouth,” I remind her, my voice low but firm. “Remember our deal?”

  “I’m sorry,” she murmurs. I almost lose my concentration when her hands begin to wander on my body. When she glances at Jessica, I smile.

  “Feel free to kiss as I fuck you. I don’t mind—in fact, I insist.”

  As I watch the pleasure in Jodie’s eyes, I take a firm grip on her hips. My eyes flicker up at Jessica when she bends her head to tug at my nipple ring with her teeth.

  “Condom. In my jeans,” I tell her. She springs up, rummages through my pants and finds it quickly. “Put it on me as you kiss Jodie.”

  Fuck, these girls are like putty in my hands, never hesitating to do as I ask them to. Groaning, I brace my legs underneath Jodie as Jessica puts the condom on me, my hands moulding Jodie’s arse. I take a moment to enjoy the way the girls look above me, their eyes closed as they become consumed with each other, and my cock jumps at the sound of their moaning.

  I move my hands to Jodie’s hips and line up my cock at her entrance. When I push inside her, all thoughts evaporate with the pleasure of feeling her slick pussy.

  “Stop kissing,” I groan as Jodie begins to ride me. “Jessica, let me taste that hungry pussy—ride my face. Touch her tits as I lick you out.”

  “You’re such a dirty boy,” Jodie gasps as I tilt my hips, the apa hitting her in just the right spot.

  I grin at her. “I know.”

  Jessica kneels above my head and I lick my lips at the sight of her glistening pussy.

  “Mmm,” I hum as I push a finger inside her slippery heat. “It’s time to blow my mind, ladies. Are you up for it?”

  They giggle and as Jodie grinds down on my cock, all thoughts vanish from my mind. I don’t care about anything except getting my brains fucked out.

  Luckily, these girls seem to be pros at it.

  “Well, ladies, it’s been fun, but time for me to go now.” I grin at the sight of them lounging on their black leather couch as I put on my leather jacket.

  Jessica winks at me, Jodie cuddling up close to her.

  “Just text us if you want more, handsome. We’re more than happy to be of service.”

  “Enjoy your evening,” I tell them as I walk to their front door. I give them a half wave as I look back at them one last time. They giggle as they wave back, naked bodies on full display.

  I shut the door behind me on a heavy sigh, completely exhausted but wide awake at the same time.

  “Fuck, I must be getting old,” I mutter as I push the button to the lift.

  Now that lust is no longer clouding my head, I take in how unfulfilled I feel even though the two vixens did a good number on me. As I enter the lift, I take out my phone to text Alex.

  Me: Meet me at the pub?

  It’s Friday night, so I already know the answer. He may be a nag during the week, always talking about abstinence and keeping your head in the game, but come the weekend, and all his good intentions seem to vanish into thin air.

  Just as I open the front door and breathe in the summer night, he texts me back.

  Alex: Sure. Give me half an hour, and I’ll be there.

  Satisfied, I head to Oran Mor, glad that it’s not too far from here.

  I’m sitting at the bar, nursing a pint of lager as I feel a clap on my shoulder. I look to my left and grunt in greeting when Alex sits down next to me. He takes off his leather jacket and hangs it on the back of his chair. I chuckle darkly when I notice that he’s his immaculate self as usual—bow-tie, button-down shirt, and slacks.

  Weird.

  “Hey.”

  He jerks a chin at me before he flags down the barman, motioning to my beer that he’ll have the same. The pub is not that crowded yet, but you can feel the weekend vibe in the air.

  “So, what’s up?” Alex says, turning in his seat.

  I hardly know where to begin. My thoughts are all jumbled up, and I feel tied up in knots.

  “I’ve just left the flat of two very busty blondes—had the most mind-blowing sex—and yet I feel somehow guilty.”

  His eyes shoot up to his hairline.

  “Why, are you in a relationship with someone else?”

  “No,” I scoff. “You already know that. And if I was, I wouldn’t go astray.”

  He narrows his eyes at me as he takes a sip of his lager.

  “Right, I need more information before I can pass judgment,” he grumbles then.

  Sighing, I lean my arms on the bar, casting my eyes down.

  “You know that woman who came in the shop yesterday? The one wearing a flannel shirt and riding clothes?”

  His eyes light up in recognition.

  “Ah, so that’s what she was wearing—fuck me if I know anything about horses and shit.” He shrugs. “What about her?”

  “Well, I met her again today, totally by chance, and I can’t get her out of my mind. But, when I asked her out, she turned me down.”

  His frown deepens as I take another swig of my pint.

  “So?” he asks, clearly not following me.

  “So, when those blondes texted me, offering a threesome, I went to their flat, fucked them, and they did a good job of keeping me satisfied, but now?” I grimace. “Now, I feel guilty—as if I’ve done something wrong. What’s up with that?”

  Alex puts down his glass and leans closer to me. I raise my eyes at him in question.

  “That, my friend,” he says, “means that it’s not only your body that wants to get some action with that brown-haired lass. Your heart wants it, too, and that’s a whole other kind of disaster waiting to happen.”

  I sit up a little straighter.

  “I don’t have a heart,” I bite out. “My heart was lost some time ago, and it ha
sn’t returned to me yet.”

  Alex coughs once. “Eh, son, I hate to break it to you, but from the sound of it, your heart is no longer lost. What’s her name?”

  “Laura.”

  He hesitates. “This is probably going to sound stupid, but do you know why she has that scar on her cheek?”

  “I’m surprised you’d remember that,” I muse.

  “It’s hard to forget, seeing something like that.”

  “No, I don’t know anything about it.” I snort and shake my head at him. “I didn’t exactly want to grill her about that since I don’t know her. That would be fucked up.”

  He grimaces.

  “Well, yeah, I get that. Look, Kristian, I’m the last person to hand out advice—look at my own fucked up love life—but a woman whose scar is visible like that? There’s bound to be some kind of story in her past—an ugly one. Are you sure you want to get tangled up in all that?”

  I frown.

  “What the fuck do you mean by that? Scars don’t define people, Alex. They don’t rule them.”

  “See, that’s where I think you’re wrong,” he deadpans, jabbing a finger into my chest. “Some scars run so deep that they do end up ruling the people who have them. Call them battle scars for lack of a better word. And that’s a whole can of worms you better be prepared to open if you want to keep pursuing her.”

  “Hold up.” I raise my palm at him. “Back up a step. All I asked was why I was feeling guilty about having mind-blowing sex with two very willing women? Why, when the one person I’m really interested in turned me down? I didn’t ask you for an analysis of human behaviour or why people act like they do.”

  He sighs, nodding. “Okay, fair enough. Do you know why she said no to going out with you?”

  “No. I just know she lied when she did.”

  He blinks. “How?”

  I stop with my glass halfway to my mouth, giving him a look.

  His lips twist.

  “Right,” he smirks. “I forgot who I was talking to,” he murmurs.

  “Trust me, she was interested.”

  Alex sits back in his chair and runs a hand through his hair.

  “How the hell do all these women flock to you like bees to honey?”

  I wink at him. “It’s the apa.”

  His wince makes me chuckle.

  “No way am I subjecting my manhood to that level of pain. How you managed to abstain from your playboy ways for six months is beyond me.”

  I shrug. “It wasn’t easy, but, Alex, the rewards? It’s definitely worth the pain.”

  He shudders.

  “Well, to answer your question,” he continues, “you’re feeling guilty because you couldn’t control your body, even though your heart is dead set on Laura. It happens to us all, my boy.”

  I clench my teeth. There he goes with all that mushy stuff again.

  “I just want the chance to get to know her, that’s all.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, but if you don’t believe me, then all I’ve left to say is this…” He raises his glass at me and smirks. “Good luck, lad. May the best man win.”

  Sighing, I clink my glass to his, hoping like fuck that he’s wrong about my heart. I don’t need any more heartache in my life. I’ve already had enough to last me a lifetime.

  8

  Laura

  “Trish, I need you to take me out tomorrow night,” I sigh to my best friend.

  “Well, that’s not demanding or anything,” she chuckles in my ear.

  I clutch the phone tighter in my hand.

  “Sorry,” I mutter, abashed. “If you have other plans, I understand.”

  “Just teasing you, gawgeous! I’m positively dying for a girl’s night out. You’re on!”

  Smiling, I sit down on my bed, drying my wet hair with a towel. I look out at the sunset, feeling happy with my decision to go out and live a little.

  “Thank you. It’s Ailith’s big day tomorrow, but if all goes well, Mum has promised to take her out to dinner and a movie, just the two of them. So I’ll be ready about five-ish—is that good with you?”

  “Of course. Do you want me to come by, pick you up? Then we’ll hit the pubs, get something to eat, and I can tell you all about my new boy toy.” Trish cackles loudly, and I can’t help but chuckle at her girlish excitement.

  Trish is my exact opposite, but come hell or high water, she’s always been there for me. Even when I pushed her away, her love for me didn’t waver.

  “Are you sure my ears can handle more of your stories?” I tease her. “I still haven’t recovered from you telling me all about the swingers club the two of you went to.”

  “Oh, my gosh, Laura, you’re too young to act like a dried-up spinster whose muff has been sewn together.”

  I gasp at her crudeness and push my palm over my mouth to cover it up.

  “Of course you can handle it,” Trish goes on in a lower voice. “In fact, Charles told me one of his friends from the club is looking for a lady friend, and…”

  “Don’t go there,” I interrupt her, my mellow mood taking a backseat. I don’t want to hear it.

  “Laura, please hear me out,” she pleads softly. “He’s not looking for something permanent or anything like that. He just wants to get a steady, err, well, fuck buddy.”

  I wince as dread of where this is headed settles in my belly.

  “Charming, I’m sure. Look, Trish, let’s talk about that tomorrow, yeah? I have to go down and help Mum with the books.”

  Her voice softens in my ear.

  “Okay, babe, but think about it, please? When’s the last time you got down on your knees and let a man fuck you into oblivion?”

  “Don’t remember, and I don’t care. I’ve got my bullet to see to my needs.”

  She huffs. “Hmm, well it’s not the same as a big, thick, hard –”

  “Goodbye, Trish,” I sing into the phone.

  “Fine, fine,” she sighs. “But this conversation isn’t over, Laura. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  “Mm-hmm,” I murmur, already half regretting the fact that I asked her out.

  “I can’t wait to see you! Bye, darling,” she squeals in my ear. Before I get the chance to say anything else, the line goes dead.

  “Well, crap,” I mutter, tossing the phone on my bed.

  I get up from my bed and let the towel fall to my feet. Not in the mood to look at my body—to be assaulted with memories or the story it will tell—I avoid the floor-length mirror next to my bedroom door, turning my back to it. Quickly, I put on a sports bra, a black turtleneck, black yoga pants, and some woollen socks. Satisfied to be covered up, I turn to my nightstand, find a hair-tie and pull my hair back in a French braid.

  “Kiss me.”

  Kristian’s words from earlier today flash into my head, and I scrunch my nose, annoyed with myself. The arrogance of his dare fires up my temper again. I don’t understand why I seem unable to forget him—why I’m letting him get under my skin—and have thought about him every five minutes since he left with Lise.

  But who’s counting?

  “Go to hell,” I mutter.

  “Who’re you talking to, Mummy?”

  Startled, I jump as I turn around on the spot. Ailith is standing in the doorway, frowning at me.

  I put a hand on my wildly beating heart.

  “Oh, my gosh, sweetie, please don’t creep up on me like that.”

  “I wasn’t. I knocked before I came in.” She wraps her arms around her waist. She’s already in her nightgown, shivering a little. The warm summer nights are almost over now.

  I walk closer and stopping in front of her, I give her an apologetic smile.

  “I’m sorry, I must have been lost in my thoughts.”

  “So, who were you talking about?”

  Shaking my head, I hold my hand out to her and lead her out of the room.

  “No one,” I murmur as we take the stairs down. “Absolutely no one.”

  From Laura’s Journal<
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  Flirting with a man was something I excelled at once. I was a pro at ensnaring a man, keeping him for a while, and then tossing him away once I was done with him. The cat and mouse game was fun—letting a man think that he had worn me down was almost the best part—allowing him to believe that he was this big hot shot while it was my plan all along was empowering. I enjoyed it, too, and perhaps that was the reason for my downfall. I was too focussed on the game—the chase—that I became blinded by my own arrogance.

  Such a fool.

  Pride goes before the fall, as they say.

  And boy, did I fall.

  One day, I found myself on cloud frigging nine, soaring high in the sky. Invincible. Undefeated.

  The next, I plummeted to the ground, shocked to my very core. Beaten. Overpowered.

  Shivering in my cage, cowering like a dog whose heart and soul had been bruised by its master, I did not believe in a way out.

  Except…I found my way at last. And I had Ailith with me—that was all that mattered in the end. It still is.

  And now, when I think back on the three encounters I have had with Kristian, I remind myself of the past. I force myself to remember that letting down my guard—becoming consumed with lust or attraction or whatever the hell it is—will only bring me down a second time.

  That is unacceptable.

  I cannot let down my guard, not for a second. I just have to keep reminding my libido of that, and then life will go on as before.

  It has to be like this.

  It just has to.

  I wake up in the middle of the night, my heart pounding in my ears.

  My legs are tangled up in the blankets, and my breaths burst hard and fast from my lips.

  There’s sweat on my forehead, but it’s not the clammy kind brought on by a bad dream. So it wasn’t a nightmare that woke me up. But what was it?

  I disentangle my legs from my sheets and place a palm on my chest, trying to control my breathing. While my heart slowly ceases its relentless hammering against my rib cage, my breaths don’t slow down. I frown as I attempt to take stock of my surroundings—maybe Ailith woke up from a bad dream and called out to me. But she isn’t in my room, and if I squint hard enough, I can just make out the closed door to my bedroom in the glow from the full moon shining through my windows.