by Terra Kelly
What was it exactly about him?
I stood and walked back into my bedroom. There was only one person in my life who could help me. I grabbed my phone and called my brother.
“Well, I seem to be very popular this week,” Justin said with a sarcastic tone.
“Wait, have you been talking to Weston?”
“Of course.” He chuckled. “You okay?”
I groaned and fell back onto my bed. “What am I doing?”
“Well, since I live thousands of miles away I have no idea. What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for chocolate making 101 and then dinner afterwards with Weston.”
“You know I made you off limits with Weston.”
I sat up. “Yeah, I know. I’m a big girl now, Justin.”
“You are.” He sighed loud enough for me to hear. “Listen, here’s your chance to have what you obviously both wanted all along.”
“Why do you say it that way?”
“Because I’ve chatted with you both more in the last twenty-four hours than I have when we were all in one state together.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “You missed us. Admit it.”
“I do. That’s true.” He cleared his throat. “Go learn how to make chocolate and find out what you want. You’ll know.” He paused for a moment. “I think you already know.”
“You’re not mad?”
“If this was still high school. Fuck yeah, I would beat the shit out of Weston.”
“Justin,” I gasped.
“What? You asked.”
“I’m all grown up now.”
“Fine, I can’t kick his ass,” he chuckled. “I did warn him though.”
“Justin.” I sat up. “Thanks. I do know what I want, but I can’t wait another five years.”
“Tell him that.”
We talked for a few more minutes. Justin was always the one I could trust. I was twenty-three, it was a safe assumption I could discuss this topic with him. Plus, he was far enough away so I didn’t have to worry about anyone getting hurt. Well, unless that person was me.
Weston hated Columbia.
I loved where I lived.
It was time to find out his intentions.
“Welcome,” Weston said to the class. “Today we’re going to use gold paint and decorate our candies.”
I purposely showed up a few minutes late, so that I didn’t have to talk to Weston before class started. After talking to my brother I took a walk to clear my head. One common thought continued to replay in my mind, I wanted him. I just had to convince him to stay in Columbia, but how?
“You’re late,” Weston said from behind me, causing my body to jump.
“Yeah, traffic.” Which was a lie. When he walked around me he surprised me by brushing his hand across my ass. The touch caught me off guard and I yelped. I started to cough trying to hide my surprise.
“I hope you don’t plan to disrupt the rest of the class, Miss Nelson,” he teased. “We need to focus today.”
“I’m totally, one hundred percent focused.” I was telling another lie. He stayed rooted to the spot behind me, causing my insides to squirm. The man did things to me. After five years, my body was craving his touch. “Okay, maybe more like ninety-nine percent.” He finally stepped away chuckling.
We spent the first part of the class painting our molds. It was a tedious task because you had to get in every indent to ensure the image came through fully. Several of the students complained while trying to paint their molds perfectly. One woman was bitching about how ridiculous it was to use gold paint. She continued to mutter how people just want to eat the chocolate, they don’t care about the gold trim.
I wondered if Weston enjoyed his job. Dealing with the public was never easy.
“Okay, we’ll let the paint dry while preparing our chocolate.” He spent the next two hours helping us create the prettiest chocolates. Well, his were pretty. The rest of the class seemed to struggle with direction and preventing the chocolate from burning to the sides of the pan. When the class finally finished I pretended to have difficulty with reassembling the double boiler. “Need some help.” He stepped up beside me and held out his hand.
“Sure.” I passed the double boiler toward him. “I think I missed a step somewhere.” Grabbing one of my prepared chocolates, I hesitated before taking a bite. “Mine taste bitter.” I took a small bite and immediately regretted my decisions.
“Want me to show you again?” He moved over to my side of the table.
“Don’t you have to close up the kitchen now?”
“When I’m done.”
I finally looked up at his face. “Is there anyone else here?”
“It’s a mall, Rylee.” He smiled and turned my body to face his. “No one will be coming in here if that’s what you want to know.”
“Um, no, I was just curious.”
He reached up and brushed a strand of hair back behind my ear. “Rylee.”
I found myself fidgeting with a button on his shirt. “Yeah?”
“What is it?”
“Nothing. I mean,” I said and dropped my hands to my side. “I seriously suck at making chocolate. How is that possible?”
His eyes went wide. “You don’t suck. Well, I hope you do, but I’m not thinking about chocolate.”
I pushed at his chest. “You didn’t just say that?”
He threw his hands up and stepped back while laughing. “What?”
There was something about his smile. Damn the man knew how to make me melt. I shook my head. It was the chocolate that needed to be melted, not me. “Will you show me? Please.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this lesson?”
Eight
Weston
“Stick your spoon all the way down and stir continuously.” I wrapped my hand around hers and pushed my body into her ass. For the last fifteen hours all I could think about was fucking Rylee. At this particular moment my mind continued to replay how I could pick her up and place her on the table. I glanced at the chocolate we were stirring together and wondered if we could cool it just enough to spread it all over her delicious body.
“Weston,” she said and inhaled sharply.
I cleared my mind and looked down at Rylee. “What’s wrong?”
“This.” She reached back and cupped my erection. “I can’t think straight.”
“What should we do about that?” I was prepared to break every health code violation just to be inside her.
“Well, we can’t do anything here.” She turned to face me. “So maybe we should clean up and leave. Plus, I thought you were going to wine and dine me first?”
“That was your rule.”
“Rules were made to be broken.”
“You were never much for following rules anyway,” I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the small office. “We could get creative.”
“In the tiniest space imaginable?” She pulled her hand away and stepped back from the office door. “We’ll injure ourselves before we even get to the good part.”
“Do you trust me?” I knew that was a loaded question.
“I never stopped.” She flashed her perfect smile.
Fuck. Why did I have to find every excuse to not call her for five years? I reached out and grabbed her hand to tug her close to me. “Come here.” I pulled her into the small space and closed the door. There would be just enough room to satisfy our cravings. “Drop to your knees, Rylee.” She actually licked her lips. “Rylee.”
She flashed her heart-stopping smile and knelt down in front of me. “Are there cameras in here?”
“If there are, they’re about to get a good show.”
“You haven’t changed one bit.”
“Are you disappointed?” She reached up to unzip and unbutton my jeans. When she pulled my cock out, I thought I would lose it right then and there. She started to move her hand up and down. A moan slipped from her lips as she wrapped her pretty little lips around the he
ad of my cock. “Fuck. I guess you’re not.”
“Nope,” she mumbled while moving up and down at a faster pace.
I let my body fall to the chair and leaned my head back. “Come on baby, go deeper.” I fisted my hands in her hair and guided her head in and out. I could hear her gag and I almost let go. Then I felt her hands tighten around my ass to steady her body. She was enjoying this, too. “I’m so close, Ry.”
The memory of when I experienced my first blow job came plowing through my mind. I thought Rylee would want to know when I was about to come so she could pull away. Just like all those years ago she tightened her hold and moved even faster.
“Fuck.” I finally let go in her mouth and I felt her moan with my release. “You really haven’t changed.”
“Not one bit,” she said and wiped her fingers across her lips. “Now tell me you have a condom in your back pocket.”
“I would never want to disappoint you.” I reached in my back pocket to pull out two condoms. “I haven’t changed either.”
“Thank fuck.” She stripped out of her clothes in record time. Then she sat down on my lap and helped me slide the condom all the way on. “Weston.” She placed my cock perfectly in her slick pussy and slowly slid down. “What is it about you? Everything I believe in goes out the window when I’m with you.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and arched her back. “For five years,” she said and started to breath heavily, “I’ve had sex maybe four times and each time was disappointing.”
“And tonight?”
“I can’t get enough, Wes.” She dropped her head and kissed me. “I need more.”
“I’m here.” Then I paused. How long was I here though? I had two months left with the tour, unless I could leave early. The thought surprised me. Rylee started to increase her speed. I was about to come for the second time in a matter of seconds. She was the only woman who had the ability to do this to my body.
I grabbed her head and pulled it close to my mouth. She didn’t hesitate. We took what we needed as we moaned our release. There was no way I could look at another office the same way again.
Her body fell against my chest. “Holy shit,”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” I wrapped my arms tightly around her body. We didn’t move for the longest time. “I’m sorry.”
She lifted her head up. “What?”
I kissed her temple and brushed hair away from her face. “I’m sorry I fucked up. I never meant to hurt you, Rylee.”
While still connected, she lifted her body to the sitting position on my lap. “I could’ve called, too. This isn’t all on you, Wes.” She reached forward and started to unbutton my shirt. “What if,” she said and bent to lightly kiss me. “What if we were supposed to be separated all those years.” She finished with the last button and threw open my shirt. “When you left, I felt lost. I had loved you since I was seven years old.” My body was starting to react to her movements. She rubbed her hands up and down my chest. “Then you left and I doubted my feelings.”
“And now?”
She grabbed my hands and pulled them close to her chest. “Everything I feel now, it’s exactly how I felt for you then.” Rylee wrapped her arms around my neck. “You are the one.”
I squeezed her ass. “You were always the one. I just needed to figure my shit out.”
She kissed me. “So, tell me.” She kissed me again. “Do you think you have it all figured out?”
“I think so.”
She leaned back slightly. The look on her face concerned me. “You think so. What does that mean?” She sounded worried.
“This mall tour.”
“Oh, don’t scare me like that.” She rested her head against my chest. “You have a commitment. I get it.”
“Do you?” I could feel myself start to get hard again. “Are you sure?” I pushed her body back and forth over my ever-growing erection.
She moaned. “I’m very sure.” She began to help and pushed harder against my body to deepen the movements. “Fuck, why are you so addicting?”
“Um, how am I supposed to answer that?” I fisted my hands in her hair and pulled her head back.
“Don’t say anything.” She moaned and arched her back. “Just fuck me, Wes. Over and over again.”
I planned to do that.
The mall tour was becoming less important by the minute.
Rylee Nelson was my everything. She always was and always would be. It just took five years for me to get that through my thick head. Now I had to prove to her I wanted this. I wanted us.
Nine
Rylee
Two weeks later…
“What are you doing?” Ally said and dipped her finger in the melting chocolate.
“Attempting to make a couple of the chocolate candies I learned how to make in the class.” I pushed her hand away. “I promised my mom I would bring a dessert for our Easter dinner.”
“Is that gold paint?” She lifted the bottle to inspect the outside.
“You’re nosey, you know that?”
“You’re adding gold paint to food. You’re weird.”
“I’m weird until you try the dessert and discover I’m a fucking genius.”
She burst out laughing and walked over to the kitchen table. “So, any word?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer her question. After the wild night in the tiny office with Weston, he left two days later to finish the mall tour. A part of me wanted him to stay. The other part knew that only happened in fairytales. He had a job. The fact that I wanted him to just stop everything was unfair.
“We’ve sent a few text messages back and forth.”
“That’s it.”
I joined her at the table and leaned my forearms on the wooden surface. “Maybe it was a one-time thing.” I combed my hands through my hair. “I’ve wanted to be with Weston Gray since I was a child. Maybe I’ve been living in a fantasy world all this time. He’s busy. I’m probably being too hard on him.”
Ally reached for my hand. “You’re my best friend. I just hate seeing you like this.”
I stood and walked back to where the molds were all laying out on the counter. “Like what? I’m fine.”
That was a lie. I wasn’t fine, but making chocolate always made me feel better.
“What are you watching?” Julia, my other roommate stepped into the living room and plopped down on the couch. She reached into my bowl of popcorn which was sitting on my lap and popped a few pieces into her mouth.
“Pretty Woman for the millionth time.” The movie was at the end where Richard Gere climbed up the fire escape to Julia Roberts. My friend didn’t know this, but I had rewound the scene fifteen times and continued to replay it. Something about their life rang true in my mind. Well, except the part about being a prostitute.
My family always struggled. Dad worked two jobs to ensure my sister and I could go to college. Mom stayed home with us even though money was tight. My parents believed in a strong connection between family. Money wasn’t important to them.
Weston’s family did well. His father was a CEO of a fortune five-hundred company. The fact that Weston was able to go to a top culinary school in Paris was damn impressive.
I chose to stay in my hometown and go to a community college. There was no reason to spend all the money on room, board, travel, when the community college provided everything I needed for a strong career.
I leaned up and watched Julia Roberts flash her amazing smile and wrap her arms around Richard Gere. What if I wasn’t good enough for Weston? Maybe he wanted something more?
For the last two weeks I had created a million scenarios in my mind for why this wouldn’t work between Weston and me. I managed to think of all the bad reasons. It seemed easier. Right as Julia and Richard kiss at the end of the scene, my phone pinged with a new message.
Weston: Can you talk?
Me: Sure.
I grabbed the bowl of popcorn and sat it on Julia’s lap. “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t rush on my account,” she winked and continued to eat the popcorn.
I stepped into my room and closed the door. “Hi, is this a bad time?” Weston said.
“No, I was watching a movie with my roommate, Julia.”
“Anything good?”
“Nah, just some sci-fi bullshit.” I’m not sure why I lied. Why would he care if I was watching Pretty Woman? “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I have my first break in several weeks and wanted to hear your voice.”
“You’re calling me.” I sounded shocked, but was really only teasing him.
“I know, I know. I figured I should turn over a new leaf or something.”
“How is the tour going?” It felt good to hear his voice. My body reacted every time he laughed. I missed him. “Chef working you to the bone.”
“Yeah, the usual. He wants to start planning another tour for next year.”
I lost my voice for a moment. I knew this had to be too good to be true. “Oh, that’s awesome.”
“Ry, you okay?”
I was trying to keep it together, but with each passing second I was finding that more difficult. “Totally. Listen, I have a date with Ally and Julia. I’d better go.”
“Rylee, wait.”
“Have fun. I’ll talk to you soon hopefully.”
Before he had a chance to say another word, I hung up.
I knew it. I let myself get caught up in the moment. Just like back in high school, I found it difficult to keep my hands off of him. I let my pussy dictate my actions instead of my heart. Now my heart was breaking just the same as all those years ago.
How could I have been so stupid?