by Blue Saffire
Hearing him say that he’s going back to her after all this makes me feel stupid. Somewhere along the line I started to fall for him again. The charities and time we’ve spent together have all allowed me to forget what’s real and what’s not.
It was stupid of me. They look fabulous together, the epitome of a power couple.
“Are you listening to me, Red?” Ethan asks while shifting gears.
“Sorry what were you saying?” I honestly don’t want to hear his words. I just want my bath and a glass of red.
“Want to go back to my place and eat? Or are we using the gift certificate from the auction?”
It shocks me how he speaks. He carries no remorse for his words. I thought we’d come to a mutual respect at the very least. His words replay, cutting deeper than I ever thought they could.
“Drop me home, please,” I request, trying to seem distracted and nonchalant by digging into my clutch.
“Home? As in you don’t want to have dinner with me?” he swerves the car a bit. I think I caught him off guard.
“Yes, home as in, I just remembered I’m a means to an end,” I snap at him.
“Red, I didn’t mean—”
I raise my hand to his face. “I know you. You mean most things you say. You meant what you said and you’re right.” My throat is tight. I refuse to cry in front of him.
He’s silent as he turns in the direction to take me home. Once we arrive, he parks the car in front of my Grams’ house. “How am I right?”
“This… whatever we’re doing isn’t real. You have a girlfriend back in New York you need to get back to. Besides, I’m helping with your goal for my own selfish reasons, nothing more.” I’m lying to us both, but I have to hold strong.
I get out of the car without looking back. I don’t want to see his eyes. I don’t want to see the look on his face.
“Goodnight, Ethan. Thanks for taking part in the auction.”
I head for my bath and wine. I’m not going to cry. How did Shakespeare say it? All the world’s a stage, and all men and women merely players?
Chapter 8
Sorry, Not Sorry
Ethan
After a run and round of boxing at the local gym, I changed into my suit. Next, I made a little stop before making my way to Red’s office. I fucked up.
She’s the last key to my revenge. I can’t mess this up. However, there’s more to it.
She heard what I told her father. What bothers me most is the thought of her thinking Larissa and I are still an item. It shouldn’t, but it does. In truth, I’ve been trying to ignore my feelings because I don’t know what they are.
This time with Red has blurred the lines. Being with her feels right. I hate that shit. I don’t know what to do with the shit building and crawling its way up inside me. All I do know is that I need to fix this. She plays a critical part in the upcoming campaign and I need to make this right again.
First, I have to make it through the receptionist, before I can make my way to the president’s office. There she sits, the she-dragon that’s Mrs. Beal. However, thanks to Jalyn, I found out that she loves donuts. Guess what I got for her this morning?
“Mrs. Beal, good morning.”
The she-dragon looks like she’s about to breathe fire, but I push the pink box right under her nose. She doesn’t even blink.
“Good morning. Are these for me?” she asks, creeping her little hands toward the box.
I look at her for the first time, and she looks younger than I thought before. She could be in her late forties. She has chocolate skin, high cheekbones, full lips, and slanted eyes. Hell, she’s beautiful. How didn’t I see this before? My goal last time was to get into the office without an appointment.
“You look lovely this morning. That pink dress looks stunning.”
She laughs. “You’re being ridiculous. She’s in a bad mood today. Proceed with caution,” she whispers with a wink.
I nod in thanks and tap the desk. Returning her wink, I push off and turn for Red’s office. When I get to the door it’s slightly open. I enter the office quietly.
There she sits behind her desk typing, oblivious to the world around her. I take her in. Even with her lips pursed tight and a frown on her face, she’s gorgeous. I love the way her lashes shadow her cheeks.
“Do we have an event to attend?” she asks, her voice hard.
“No, we don’t,” I close and lock the door behind me.
“I’m getting tired of asking you this. Why are you here?”
She has yet to look up at me. I move around her desk and I squat to reach eye level with her. I hold out my hand holding the flowers. “I got you these.”
She keeps typing, like I’m a damn fly that’s bothering her. I inhale, I’m not apologizing. Yes, I need her for my plan, but she’s done a whole lot worse.
“Are you really going to be this childish?”
That gets her attention. She swivels her chair and faces me. “Are you here for an event?”
“No?”
“Do you have an appointment?”
She’s really pushing it. I tighten my grip on the stems of the flowers.
“No.”
“Are you here to apologize?”
“I came to bring you flowers,” I push them toward her one more time. She takes them and stares at me while she dumps them in the trash bin.
I stand. “I’m not apologizing.”
“Oh, well, you know, you’re the Big Bad Wulf of Penndel. You don’t have to,” she says.
I pace her office, feeling like a caged animal. “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to treat me with some respect.”
“Respect? When did I disrespect you?”
She snorts but doesn’t say anything further. Only pissing me off more. Un-fucking-believable.
“I was disrespectful by calling you a means to an end and let’s not even talk about Larissa.” I honestly just said those things to make her father angry. If I’m being honest with myself, I never wanted her to hear any of it, but she did.
She looks angry, staring at me in irritation. “Since I’m a means to an end, get out of my office and come back only when there’s an event I need to attend.”
“Fuck it, I’m gone.” I turn to leave. My stomach turns, and my mind shouts at me to fix this.
“Fine, that’s all you ever do, run away and leave,” she hisses as she walks behind me.
I bang the door with my fist, before I spin to look her in the face. Her lips part and she tilts her head back to look at me.
“What do you want from me, Red?” Shock paints across her features. “What do you want?” I’m calling her out. Her lips tremble. I begin to stalk forward with each word. “Tell me, Red. What do you want?”
I feel like my freaking last name. A wolf hunting its prey as I slowly back her up against the bookshelf. Caging her in, I look down at those sad eyes and everything in me melts.
This is what I’ve been trying to stop all these weeks. She’s been chipping away at my armor with every smile, every word, every soft look. While my hate festers, her presence has tried to blow it back.
“Tell me what you want, baby?”
A tear slides down her cheek. “I want you to apologize.” She quickly wipes her tears away. Everything in me is wound tight. It coils tighter with every moment that passes. “I want you to forgive me.”
I stop breathing. She’s asking too much of me. I narrow my eyes and place my hands on the bookshelf on either side of her head. I grasp the wood with my fingertips.
“I apologize about last night. Larissa and I aren’t even together any longer. I was trying to get a rise out of your father. I am sorry.” I grip the bookshelf tighter, needing something to hold onto. It’s like I’m losing an important part of me to this woman. I have no idea when it started to happen again.
Despite all of that, the next thing I say rings with nothing but truth. “But I have too much hate in me, I can’t forgive you.” She looks
down and her shoulders sag. “Unless you’re ready to tell me the truth? Tell me what happened that night?” I’m hoping that Soren is right, there was more to it.
With worried wild eyes she shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Tell me, baby.” She shakes her head again. If she won’t tell me, I’ll make her scream the truth out at me. I lean down and pull her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking it. Her arms wrap around my neck. “Tell me, Red.”
I kiss her deeply, squeezing her firm ass through her skirt. I press her against me so she can feel how hard my cock is.
Fuck, she smells like vanilla and cocoa butter. I loved that about her years ago. Her scent has me drunk and lost in her. I breathe her in with my kisses. I want it all. I want her pussy to drool. I want her nipples to ache. I want her to feel exactly how she makes me feel.
She moans my name into my mouth. I leave her lips and move to bite her neck. I lift up her skirt only to be greeted by a panty hose barrier.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
She nods as my fingers rob her of speech even over the fabric. I should allow her to take them off, but I want her now. I rip her stockings at the crotch.
“Ethan,” she gasps my name like a prayer.
I open her silk blouse and the sight of her black lace bra makes me harder. She’s so proper on the outside, yet her lingerie is all sexy. Her nipples bead as I lick the lace covering, then bite her peak before I blow on it.
“Oh God, Wulf, baby,” she cries out.
I pull her bra aside without hesitation and take her breast into my mouth. She locks me tightly to her breast with her hands in my hair.
Letting my palm travel lower, I squeeze her thigh before creeping my hand to where I want to be. “Fuck,” I shudder as I feel how wet her pussy is.
She cries out when my fingers curl inside her, finding that spot that makes her pussy cream more. Shit. I let her breast go. She looks at me puzzled.
“I need to taste you.” She inhales as I kneel, placing her leg over my shoulder. I tear the hole in her stockings wider and I pull her panties to the side. Her pussy glistens. I lean in and caress her clit with my nose. I can’t hold back anymore. I take my first lick. I suck on her nub and she instantly shoves her hands into my hair. She starts to ride my face slowly; her breathing becomes erratic.
I dive further in with my tongue. “Right there, baby, please.”
I’m eating this pussy, making sure it remembers exactly who I am. She rides my face harder, her juices run down the side of my face. I fucking love her taste. She tastes of vanilla and musky spicy.
“Please, baby,” she moans. She doesn’t need to ask me again. I hold on to her clit with my lips. Her walls tighten around my fingers.
“I’m coming. Oh God, baby.” She throws back her head against the bookshelf, her body arches as she comes. Her body convulses, causing books to drop around us. She tries to push my head away from her.
I’m not moving. I keep sucking. I want every pulse of her pussy against my tongue. When her body goes limp, I lift her and carry her to the white leather tufted couch.
As I hover over her, I pull at my belt, but she slaps my hand away. Slowly she undoes it for me. I kiss her as she works, giving her a taste of herself. Letting her know what she tastes like when she needs me.
Amelia
Pushing Ethan back I rise from the couch to come face to face with his crotch. I found his zipper and bite it, pulling it down with my teeth. My hands flat on his thighs.
When I lift my gaze, I find his green eyes are serious, his face taut. I keep my gaze on him as I dip my hand into his pants and wrap my palm around his cock. He’s warm, hard, big and veiny. Satin and steel, that’s what comes to mind.
I lick the head, causing it to twitch. It bobs at me, his pink head oozing out pre cum. I lean forward just enough for my breath to tease his skin, not touching it.
“Red,” he warns.
I finally place my arms behind my back and settle my butt on the heels of my feet. Ethan takes off his jacket, folding it and placing it on the arm of the sofa. His deliberately slow actions prove that he’s in full control of his body. I want to break that control. He takes his shaft in his hand, bringing it to my face.
“Lick it off.”
I stick my tongue out and lick the salty pre cum as the taste dances on my tongue. My pussy clenches. I’m so ready.
He holds my head. “Suck it,” he commands. I open my mouth and suck him in. He smells of clean linen. “Suck it harder, baby.” He moves my head up and down his length.
“You like that, don’t you?” All I can do is moan. Shit, my juices start to drool down my leg.
I place my tongue under his tip, guiding it to the roof of my mouth, then proceed to take all of him down my throat.
“Take it all, baby.” He pulls in a breath. “That’s a good girl. Let me feel the back of that throat.” He starts to fuck my face slowly. My eyes water as I greedily take him to the back of my throat again. “Shit.”
“Fuck, you’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Red?” I release my hands from behind my back and I start to jerk him off as I suck.
He grips the sofa, his knuckles turning white. “Yes, baby, suck that cock.” His thighs stiffen, he’s ready to come. I apply pressure to his balls, and slurp on his tip.
“Shit. Fuck no. I’m not coming in your mouth.” He pulls me up and repositions himself on the couch. I straddle him. My skirt is gathered at my waist, my blouse gapes open and my breasts spill out.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, his face becoming strained.
“I’m on the pill,” I reply.
The look on his face causes a part of me to break because I understand it. The look of fear in his eyes. I quickly get up, walk to my desk, pull the cupboard open and take out a box of condoms.
He laughs. “You have condoms in your desk?”
“I’m president of a pro-life organization, of course I have condoms. This stash is from our last school sex ed class.”
Walking back to the sofa, I open the packet with my teeth, pull out the condom and ease it down his veiny shaft. I straddle his lap once more, pull my panties to the side and slid down onto him slowly.
I hold onto his shoulders as he pulls me down. I close my eyes. It feels like home. He captures my lips and my pussy instantly grips him. He smacks my ass.
“Ride me.” I raise my hips and drop back down. The sound of flesh slapping echoes through the office. I cream all over him.
“You feel that, baby?” He holds my hips as his pace increases. My sex squeezes around him.
“I need more, shit, Eth.” I don’t have to ask again.
He lifts me and turns me around, my back against his chest. My breath whooshes out as he reenters me. Grabbing a hand full of my hair, he pulls my head backward. He sinks his teeth into my neck before licking the sting away.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” He isn’t trying to make me come, he’s trying to snatch my soul.
I moan, refusing to surrender. He reaches around me for my clit and squeezes lightly. I whimper out, between him ramming rhythmically into me, and the pressure on my clit, I want to explode. Yet, he’s holding it just outside my reach.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he breathes harshly near my ear.
He squeezes my clit harder and bites down on my neck again. Well, shit that does it. “You, it belongs to you. Let me come.”
He adds more pressure to my clit and increases his speed. “Who does it belong to?”
My body trembles as I fall apart. “You, fuck, baby, it belongs to you.”
I jerk away trying to find a reprieve, it’s too much. A yelp leaves my mouth as I start to tumble to the floor. He follows me down relentlessly.
He grabs my waist and raises my ass in the air, entering me again before I can catch my breath or my bearings. My heart is racing. He’s awakening my pussy for another orgasm.
The carpet bites at me knees, while he pounds me from behind, drawing
my body into his. My back to his chest as he takes control of the pace. Locking eyes with him as I look over my shoulder to find him looking down at me, I get lost in his gaze. We kiss and he deepens it.
“Come in my pussy, baby,” I plead. He wraps a hand around my neck and grunts.
With a roar he comes and shudders. We both collapse on the rug. I don’t think I can move a muscle. He pulls out, but the condom is stuck inside me, cum eases out onto my leg. I love it.
We both lie panting. My body feels alive for the first time in years. All of my nerve endings are tickling. A phone rings somewhere, but I’m stuck in this blissful fog and I don’t want to come out.
Ethan shifts at my side. “Hello,” he says gruffly into his phone. “Calm down and tell me what’s wrong.”
He rises, slowly sitting upright. “Tell me, Jay… Yes, I’m hurrying.” Suddenly, he starts to adjust his clothing franticly. “Give me five minutes. I’m coming.”
He hangs up and gets to his feet. So much for me basking in my afterglow. I get up to fix my clothes as well.
“If you press a lever at the left of the bookshelf, a door will open. It’s the bathroom. You can use it.”
He grabs his jacket. “I have no time.”
He expression is tight, something is terribly wrong. “What happened?” I walk toward him as he pats himself down, most likely searching for his key. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, when I get time, we’ll talk.” He kisses me and then he’s off.
I look around my office. It looks like World War III just took place. My inner thighs are sticky as I walk to the bathroom. I attend to the condom, only to realize it’s broken.
My heart rate increases. I’m on the pill, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t become pregnant. God what would Ethan think? I close my eyes and calm myself. No sense in getting worked up over nothing.
I take a look at myself in my bathroom mirror. I look refreshed, relaxed, and alive. He and Larissa are over. That’s a good thing, right?
I’m not going to get my hopes up. Ethan hasn’t come back for me, he’s here for his revenger. I can’t let myself get caught up.