Contemporary Nights Volume One

by C. J. Ellisson

  “Weeks, not months, Amy Leigh,” her ever-annoying temporary husband reminded her. The entire time his lips quirked at the corners, as if he found the situation humorous.

  “What? Impossible.” Barbie gasped and threw herself at Trent. Her boobs flattened against him until they almost popped up and over her low-cut neckline. “You are going to stay married to that fat whore for weeks?”

  “Hey, I am not standing here to be insulted!” Amy Leigh stepped closer. “I am not fat. I’m the average size for an American woman. And Trent is more of a whore than I am. I’m not in a relationship and haven’t been on a date in over a year.”

  Trent looked down at the woman plastered against him and shrugged. “She’s right. Over a year?” He turned to her with raised eyebrows then winked.

  “Fuck you, Aymeelee,” Barbie was on a roll with the F-bombs and began to sob. Well, not really sob because not one tear fell, but she sounded quite convincing. Amy Leigh leaned closer to look at her face and sure enough she was accomplishing a great dry-cry.

  “Calm down, Miranda, don’t cry.” Trent patted her back awkwardly and looked to Amy Leigh who held her hands up in surrender. She drew the line at bringing tissues for her husband’s girlfriend, who just called her names. If anyone should be crying it should be her. It was an unexpected turn of events to come to spend time with her new husband and loose precious time watching drama unfold with his Barbie girlfriend.

  Miranda raised her head and glared at Amy Leigh then back to Trent. “I can’t believe you would risk losing me, for her.”

  “I can’t believe you actually think she’s crying,” Amy Leigh retorted.

  “Why are you still here?” the girlfriend replied glaring at her. “Can’t you leave and give us some privacy?” Barbie then pouted and attempted to frown at Trent. “Tell her to go away.”

  Whoa, wait a damn minute. Barbie’s forehead was frozen. Botox. Amy Leigh wondered if the crinkle between her own brows was deeper, thanks to this evening. “Good idea.” She turned to find a bathroom and find out.

  “Where are you going?” The higher octave of desperation in Trent’s voice stopped her.

  Amy Leigh lifted an eyebrow at him to show him that some women could. “I’m going to find a mirror and look at my forehead.”

  His lips quivered before he pressed them together. He was enjoying the drama. In his man’s mind, two women were fighting over his attention. “Amy Leigh, I apologize for all of this.”

  “What?” Bitchy Barbie shoved him. “Why the fuck are you apologizing to her? I’m the one you’re hurting!”

  When Amy Leigh rolled her eyes, she over did it and got dizzy. Her husband’s girlfriend was beginning to get boring. Besides it was her turn to drop an F-bomb.

  “Oh for fuck’s sakes, you can have him. I need fresh air.” She sped from the room hoping to find quiet and peace, and a nice cool, refreshing bathroom with a mirror so she could practice moving her eyebrows up and down in a sexy way.

  She stomped through a bedroom toward a door she hoped was to a bathroom and not a closet.

  It was a huge beautiful restroom decorated in soft hues of grey. Fluffy towels were hung from two different bars. Without bothering to close the door Amy stood in front of the mirror and took an assessment of her appearance. Her wavy hair fell past her shoulders; it was slightly tussled from driving with her Jeep top down, but didn’t look too bad. Her pale pink blouse was rumpled and there was a small brown stain on her left boob from a to-go Frappuccino. By the time her eyes met the ones in the mirror, they were shiny with tears. She couldn’t hope to compare to his girl. There was nothing perfect about her.

  “She’s gone.” Trent’s deep timber made her jump. He stood at the doorway, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “I’m sorry, I should have warned you. Miranda can be temperamental.”

  “Temperamental? Is that what you call it?” Amy Leigh lowered her gaze. “Actually, I understand. I’d be pretty pissed if you were my boyfriend and you married someone else. So I can’t blame her.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend.”

  “Is she the one that bought the puke green pillows?”

  “Yes. Before we broke up.”

  “If she’s not your girlfriend why did you let her insult me and throw a fit? I mean just saying, I’m your temporary wife after all.”

  “I’m sorry; I should have asked her to leave right away. But I wanted her to get it out of her system and not make a scene at Mother’s party. Please don’t leave.”

  Somehow that made sense.

  “She’s very pretty.”

  “Yes, she is.”

  This certainly wasn’t the time for him to agree with her. Men were so dense. Amy Leigh took a breath. “Is there a McDonald’s nearby? I need a fish sandwich or a Big Mac.”

  “I can cook,” Trent offered. “Are you crying?”

  “No. I have allergies,” Amy Leigh lied and slid her eyes away from him. She startled when he took her shoulders and turned her to face him.

  “You are not pretty like her.”

  Amy Leigh attempted to push him away. “Thanks.” Sarcasm dripped from her reply.

  “You are so much more beautiful and desirable than her and right now, I can’t think straight because I want you so much.”

  Maybe her husband wasn’t as dense as she’d thought.

  He’d thought of nothing else other than having her in his arms, against him from the moment she’d arrived that afternoon. For the first time in his life, Trent could barely restrain from touching a woman, the force of want slamming through him each time their eyes met. It was all he could do to hurry Miranda out the door so he could be alone with Amy Leigh again.

  Her rounded shiny eyes looked up to his and he was instantly hard. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Amy Leigh.”

  He took her mouth with his, gratified when her fingers weaved into his hair and she relaxed into him. The woman was a virtual stranger, yet he remembered every inch of her body, how the curve from her hips to her waist sloped under his palms, the softness of her thighs when he rested between them and the plush soft swell of her full breasts. Trent slid his hands down to take the orbs of her butt in each and he pushed his hardness into her only to almost fall back when Amy Leigh pushed away from him, her chest heaving with every breath. “Give me minute, I have to think and I can’t think when you’re...you’re so close to me.”

  She turned and went into the bathroom closing the door. “Can you hear me?” she asked from inside.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, well, umm, I really want to have sex with you.”

  “All right, you know where I stand...literally, on that.”

  “The thing is if we’re annulling the marriage shouldn’t we avoid sex?”

  “Amy Leigh, this has nothing to do with our marriage. It’s just us. I want to be with you and you want to be with me.”

  “That makes sense, I suppose.”

  “Are you going to Charleston with me this weekend?”

  “I guess I should since we lied to your mama and all.”

  “Sleep with me.”

  A thump sounded and he went to the door and pressed his ear against it. “Are you okay?”

  “Yep, this damn skirt is so tight,” her breathless reply confused him.

  “What are you doing?”

  The door opened and she stood in the subdued light of the bathroom wearing only bra and panties, her hair was freshly brushed spilling over her shoulders and she’d kept the heels on. “Getting ready for you.”

  Trent wasted no time going to her, his body humming with need. With each step he shed a piece of clothing until he wore only his boxers when he reached for Amy Leigh and pulled her body against his, pushing his tongue between her parted lips.

  Amy Leigh’s loud moan surged into him with so much force, his legs wobbled just enough that he broke the kiss to pull her toward the bed.

  They fell together into the soft plush comforter, sending pillows flying, some
landing on the floor. With her underneath him, the world outside ceased to exist. Trent looked at the beautiful woman beneath him, her curves more enticing than any woman’s he’d ever met. “I wondered how long it would be before I was able to seduce you.”

  A soft blush colored her cheeks and her long lashed eyes bore into his with surprising intensity. “I wondered the same, if we’d be together again...like this.”

  The soft flesh of her neck beckoned and Trent went without hesitation, his lips pressing kisses down the column, her thudding heartbeat fast under his mouth. Her breathing quickened when he covered her breast with his hand; the other pushing away her hair to allow him more access to her neckline. “Oh!” Her hips pushed against his engorged cock when he stroked her nipple. “Trent.”

  “Mmmm?” He continued the assault, her panting so erotic at his ear. “Talk to me, baby.”

  “I want you...you.” She stopped talking when he took her mouth again, this time both of their tongues twisting around each other.

  He pushed down her soft panties and pulled them off, his hands sliding over the newly exposed skin, his fingers seeking her center. Her legs parted enticing him to proceed. The moist folds invited him to push a finger into her, then at her cry, another.

  Her nails raked at his shoulders, then dug into his skin and he rubbed his throbbing length against her leg. She reached down and began to stroke him through the thin material of his boxers. The combination of her strong hold and the friction of the fabric made him groan into her mouth.

  “Fuck.” His hips pushed forward and pulled back allowing her hand to work him at the same pace his fingers moved in and out of her. “Yeah.”

  Somehow he managed to gain enough control to pull out of her hold and slide down her body pressing kisses her soft belly to her inner thighs. He looked up to the beautiful sight of her swollen lips parted, eyes closed—long lashes fanned down. She was lost in passion.

  Amy Leigh cried out when his mouth covered her sex, his tongue flicking her clit, his hands holding her open for him, until she quivered under him. Then her entire body tensed, her legs straightened and she let out a loud scream.

  He continued to stroke her while moving over her. Pride filled him when she whimpered and pulled at his hips attempting to move him to enter her. Yes, this was what a real woman felt like, open, passionate, not holding back.

  “Trent...now! I want you in me.” Her fingers dug into his butt and he grunted, guiding himself into her center.

  “Ahhh.” both moaned in unison when he pushed into her moist heat. The intensity of their union consumed him, and Trent allowed nature to take over, he couldn’t be gentle, not now.

  As if reading his mind, Amy Leigh looked up at him. “Harder.”

  The sound of skin slapping skin was loud as he pounded into her, unable to slow, as he was lost in her, lost in the force of what was Amy Leigh.

  She kept pace with him, her hips slamming up to meet his thrusts all the while her hands firmly holding his hips.

  “Lift your legs,” Trent told her, pulling them over his shoulders. “I want to be deep inside you.”

  “Oh god.” Amy Leigh began to flail, reaching another crest and he continued the assault, his own climax nearing.

  “Come with me, baby.” Her quiet command was not necessary; the peak came with guttural sounds from deep in his throat. When her muscles contracted around his cock, Trent came with so much force he feared he’d not be able to ever stop. His hips drove forward several times after he finally could not hold himself up any longer and collapse on her. “Holy shit.”

  Amy Leigh pressed kisses to his shoulder, her hands rubbing up and down his back, and Trent did not move, could not, his sated body not caring if he weighed too much, he closed his eyes and slid his hands down her sides.

  Soft lips fluttered at his ear. “You are damn good in bed.”

  At the sound of her soft chuckle Trent lifted to roll onto the mattress, pulling her onto his chest. “I was thinking the same about you.”

  Her fingers slid down his chest and encircled his flaccid penis. “Do you think he’ll wake up anytime soon?”

  Without waiting for a response her tongue circled his nipple and Trent closed his eyes. “Keep going, he might.” For the first time in a long time, he lay back and gave himself over, knowing she did not care about his money or social standing. He was hers for the taking; there was no fear she’d try to impress him in an effort to get something from him. So different.

  Her hands massaged his skin, moving over his chest down his stomach, heated lips taking up where they deserted. Sensations layered one over the other as she descended down his body, nipping, kissing and licking him, the entire time she spoke softly. “You’re a beautiful man, Trent.”

  Her mouth took in his cock, now hardened flesh engulfed between her lips. The pillow behind his head fluffed against his ears when threw his head into it, he grunted, holding back wanting it to continue as long as possible. Her fingers wrapped around his base as she worked him in and out of her mouth and with the other hand she cupped his sack squeezing it gently. She kept moving, the steady pace and the sounds of her suckling pushing him close to losing control. “Ride me,” he grunted not wanting to come yet.

  He lifted his head and watched his cock slide from between her plush lips and they curved up knowingly. “With pleasure.”

  She straddled Trent facing away giving him the vantage point of her well-formed ass and held his length up and slid onto it. Trent groaned and forced himself to remain still. Once fully seated in her, she rose and lowered continuing the pace she’d started. Their moves became more rapid and erratic and Trent grabbed her hips and pushed her forward to mount her from behind. Only moans and mewls came from her, incoherent words that he understood—the language of being lost in rapture.

  “That’s it, come for me, Amy Leigh.” Trent reached around her and stroked her only a few times and she screamed out his name sending him to come with her.

  They sat on the couch and ate fried rice and eggrolls, the only thing their addle minds could think of to order. Amy Leigh wore his t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants and he wore boxers. They’d remained in bed making out after the second bout of sex until they’d made love once again. When she finally got out of bed and pronounced she was starving, it was close to ten at night.

  “We need to talk,” Amy Leigh looked at him over her white box. “Did you get the pre-nup?”

  “Yes, I gave it to my lawyer.” Trent’s gut tightened. Had he been wrong about her? Was this the moment she’d ask him for money or some sort of settlement?

  “Good, I read it over twice and made some changes on it.”

  “What changes?” His food lost its appeal and he sat back waiting for her answer.

  “Didn’t you read it?” she asked. Her mouth open and eyebrows raised. “Seriously, you should have seen it, Trent, I lined out a bunch of stuff and initialed it.”

  “I trust my lawyer to review it and get back to me. I forwarded the signed copy you sent to him. He and I haven’t had a chance to talk yet.” His lawyer left a message to call him, but Trent had been too preoccupied with a delay on office furniture to get back to him. “What did you change?” He crossed his arms and waited for her reply.

  “You know that part giving me a certain amount of money if we get a divorce within a year?”

  “Yes.” His reply was curt. “What about it?”

  “Well, I think it’s crazy. Trent, I don’t know what kind of lawyer you have, but if you get a divorce from whomever you marry within even a few years, then she shouldn’t get squat. It’s your money, your family’s.” She huffed at him then narrowed her eyes. “Duh, no wonder women marry rich guys, it’s easier than winning the lotto.”

  “You changed the amount then?”

  Amy Leigh nodded. “Yep, to zero.” She reached for an eggroll and took a bite. “Not that it matters. I know you only did it so your parents wouldn’t stress out, well, and I suppose since you don’t rea
lly know me, it was a smart move. Besides, we’re getting an annulment, so it’s neither here nor there. If I were you, I’d talk to that lawyer about throwing money away. Aren’t you hungry?” She eyed his box of fried rice. “Eat. I need your energy later.” She giggled and he could not help but grin back at her.

  It did matter; she would have received a certain amount even for an annulment just to keep her from suing him later. “You’re so different from anyone I’ve ever dated.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  “Not at all.” If she only knew how refreshing she was and how much he was beginning to dread when their time would end and she’d return to life in her small town away from him. “Not at all, Amy Leigh from Sweetgum, Georgia.”

  “Maybe that’s why we aren’t dating. I’m not your type.”

  “Oh, you’re definitely my type.” He was gratified by her happy smile.

  “What do you do here in Columbia?” she asked digging back into the rice.

  “I have a PR firm. I do the marketing for Mulherin Industries as well as other clients. My main campaign right now is for a new flame proof material.”

  Amy Leigh leaned forward. “Will it help firemen?”

  “As a matter of fact, they are the main ones who will benefit from it.” Trent relaxed. He enjoyed talking about his work. “From the testing, a man was able to walk into a blaze and come out barely breaking a sweat.”

  The mood became somber; her eyes fell to her lap. “That’s great. I hope they are able to get it for every fireman, they should all have it.”

  Trent cupped her face and lifted it. “What’s wrong?”

  “My Daddy died as a results of burn injuries. He was a fireman in Sweetgum.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Her smile reassured him. “It was a long time ago. I was only five.” Her face brightened. “I have an idea. I’d like a fire suit if you ever can get one made.”

  “Whatever for, Amy Leigh?”

  “So I can go to hell and visit some of my relatives.” She burst out laughing and he joined her.

  “You’re crazy.” He laughed. “Tell me about your career.”

  She lifted her glass of water. “I am an event planner. Right now my mother, aunt, and I own ‘Party On,’ it’s small but does brisk business in our area. I want to grow the business. I’ve been saving up for it. Thanks to my dad’s life insurance, which Mama saved for me, I paid outright for my small house and the Jeep. So my expenses are pretty low. We also own the office building in Sweetgum. Anyway, I’d like to expand to a larger city, maybe this place?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “Maybe you can introduce me to your high-falutin’ friends.”