Fallacy (Apprehensive Duet Book 1)

by Bracco, Kimberly

  I just stare in shock as Gram turns and slowly walks toward my cousin as if she didn’t just put Mom in her place. “You need to really let go of the idea of me getting married and having children. I’m not going to change my mind,” I reiterate to my mother.

  “I wish you would. You’re father isn’t too happy with your choice,” she sighs.

  This right here is why I don’t want to be like my mother. She never thinks for herself anymore. She doesn't ever have her own opinion on things. It’s all about my father and what he wants. I don’t want to have to hold myself back. I don’t ever want a man to affect the person I am. My mom doesn’t do a thing without thinking about my father first. She wants to be perfect for him. The perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect woman who is in complete control of her life. But she not. And my father’s not either. My dad only cares about himself. Does whatever he wants. The fact my mother knows this and still cares kills me. There will never be a time when I don’t stand up for myself. I won’t ever be a doormat for anyone. I won't ever let my life revolve around a man’s.

  Gram gives me a wink before she has my mother lead her off to other relatives. I can’t help but think that was her way of telling me she has my back. I take the opening provided and start my farewells. I made an appearance today, so at least no one can say I didn’t try.

  I say goodbye to those I believe warrant one before heading out to have the valet pull my car around. Shutting the door, I heave out a huge sigh. I don’t like feeling boxed in. In my experience, committing your life to someone else forces you into a box whether you want to be or not.

  Ugh. After that, I need a strong drink. And some cock. I don’t care it's only four o’clock in the afternoon.

  Driving through Hoboken, I stop off at the first of my regular bars I come across. One of the things I love about living in this little city is all the bars. Hoboken is a little over one square mile but has over fifty bars. It has one of the best night lives in northern Jersey. Having lived here since college, I’ve had plenty of time to vet all the bars and know where all the good ones are. And by good ones, I mean the ones with the best guys.

  Walking through the door, I find the bar decently packed. Then I remember it’s a Sunday, and thanks to Ashley’s new man, I know football season is underway. Perfect. More cock to choose from.

  I take a seat at the bar and notice Jimmy is working today. Jimmy is cute and fun to flirt with. I’ve never taken the man to bed, but if he ever left here, I totally would. Never fuck the bartenders. It’s a rule of mine. You know, don’t shit where you eat. I’d never be able to come back here after fucking Jimmy.

  Already knowing what I’m going to order, Jimmy places my dirty martini in front of me and smiles, “How’re you doing today, Quinn?”

  Groaning, I answer honestly, “I’ve had better. It’s been a rough day.”

  “Looking to relieve some stress?” he laughs with a knowing look in his eye. Jimmy has seen me leave with plenty of men over the years.

  “You know it,” I say raising my glass. “Looks like a younger crowd in here today.”

  “Isn’t that a good thing? Aren’t the young ones always eager to please? Like they have something to prove?” he asks wiping down the bar.

  “No!” I scoff. “They’re usually bumbling idiots. Whoever told you that?”

  “My ex when she left me for one,” he says sheepishly.

  I take a sip of my drink before touching that one. “Well, your ex is a moron. A moron for leaving you, and a moron for messing with inexperienced men.”

  “Thanks, babe. Good luck finding a decent one today. Give a holler when you need another,” he winks before heading to the other end of the bar to help customers.

  I spin around on my stool and survey the crowd. Most are younger guys in football jerseys. No, thanks. A few old burly men are occupying a corner table away from the crowd. Negative again. I’m about to give up when I spot a table with decent looking guys who look to be in their early thirties. I check them out for a few minutes before one of them glances up and notices me. We lock eyes for a moment before he slides his chair back and heads in my direction.

  He runs a hand through his sandy brown hair before stopping next to me at the bar. “Can I buy you another drink?”

  He seems like he fits the bill for today. Button-up shirt, nice jeans, and casual dress shoes. He’s got style, points for him. “Sure you can.”

  I watch his brown eyes take me in as he signals for Jimmy. “Another drink for the lady, please.”

  Jimmy gives me a smirk knowing after this drink I’ll be leaving with this man. “I didn’t catch your name?” my stranger says while we wait on my martini.

  “It’s Quinn. And yours?” I ask, playing this little game for the time being.

  “Mike,” he responds, offering me his hand.

  “Live nearby, Mike?” I ask him as I shake his hand.

  “Just around the corner.” Perfect.

  “What do you say to getting out of here after this drink?” I ask getting right to the point.

  His face lights up before answering, “Absolutely.”

  I pull into a spot in front of the liquor store two blocks from my condo so I can grab a few bottles of wine before heading home. I’m in and out in less than five minutes, three bottles of chardonnay in my bag. I feel exponentially better after working out some of my frustrations on Mike’s cock. He was a good, but uninspiring lay.

  I got the feeling he just got out of a relationship. In my vast knowledge of men, I find the boring ones are boring because they just ended things with someone. Most of the time people break up it’s because the sex is bad. It takes them a little while to find their groove again.

  Throwing my bag and keys on the table after walking in the door, I yell out for Ashley, “Hey, bitch, you home?”

  “Yup,” I hear her call out as she steps out from her room.

  Walking into the kitchen, “I restocked us,” I say while holding the brown paper bag up.

  “Uh oh,” she says behind me. “That bad?”

  “It wasn’t as bad as I thought, but it also wasn’t a pleasure,” I answer as I begin uncorking the wine.

  Pouring two glasses, I hand one to Ash and head into the living room as I recap my afternoon.

  “Well, it doesn’t sound like it was as bad as it could’ve been. I’m shocked by Gram, though. I didn’t think she had it in her to get after your mom. I bet you were super stoked to see that happen,” she smirks, knowing how much I can’t stand my parents.

  I nod while I polish off the rest of my wine.

  “Want me to refill you?” I ask before getting up to head to the kitchen.

  She nods her head. “I’m guessing since you left the party hours ago and are just getting home now that you stopped off somewhere to have a little fun.”

  I laugh on my way to the kitchen; the woman knows me and my habits so well.

  When I return, our fresh glasses in hand, I see Ash’s head buried in her phone. “Superstar?” I ask, knowing there’s only one reason Ashley’s face lights up like that.

  “Yes,” she nods happily.

  “More dirty sexting?” I ask. I’ve helped to create a new sexual deviant, bringing my innocent Ash out of her Puritan shell.

  “No, actually,” she says, cocking her head, “He told me to invite you to hang out with us this weekend.”

  “What’s going on this weekend?”

  A huge smile takes over her face as she sets her phone down and starts explaining her plans. “Well, the team has a bye week, so Tanner and I decided to spend a full weekend together like a typical couple. You know, a couple whose schedule doesn’t revolve around football.” She rolls her eyes before continuing. “We’re going to a restaurant and bar on Friday and then to the festival at Jones Beach on Saturday.”

  “Aww, isn’t that cute,” I say in my faux swoony voice.

  “Well, then don’t come,” she snaps. She doesn’t like the fact I can’t get into the
romantic couple thing she has been enjoying over the last few weeks with Tanner. I don’t have time for romantic dates and spending the weekend together.

  “Why does he want me to come anyway?” I ask perplexed as to why he would want company on their first full weekend together.

  A scheming smirk slides onto her face as she raises her eyebrow and says, “Alex is coming along.”

  “A setup? Really? You know me better than that.” She knows damn well I’m not one to be pushed onto someone. Especially someone I’ve already fucked. But what a good fuck it was. I may just bend my rules for him.

  “Who said anything about a setup?” she questions, feigning her innocence by throwing her hair over her shoulder and smiling sweetly. Yeah, because I can't see right through it.

  “I’m not a moron, you know? But the man was definitely a good lay. Much better than the two-pump chumps I’ve been dealing with lately.” I laugh. I have to laugh, or it’s just pathetic. I’ve been with some real winners lately. This weekend could wind up with a good fucking for me if I play my cards right. Fuck my rules. I could totally use a good release, especially after boring Mike.

  Alex

  “SO THAT WAS an interesting night,” I say as we head inside. I was surprised she even invited me back. Tonight was not the best night. I thought it was bad at Ashley and Quinn’s place before we left for dinner and drinks with all the yelling and crying, but the night took an even worse turn when Ashley and Tanner had an even bigger blow-up fight at the bar.

  “Tell me about it,” Quinn sighs. “I’ve never seen her like that. Ash is usually pretty laidback, but tonight her claws were out. She laid into me in the bathroom.” I find it odd Ashley and Quinn are even as close as they are. I’ve noticed tonight they’re polar opposites. I don’t know either one of them too well, but being the observant person I am, I pick up on people’s personalities rather quickly. Quinn’s open minded and says whatever she’s thinking, no matter what the topic. Ashley’s shy and reserved.

  “I’m sure Tanner will calm her down. If we’re still on for tomorrow, we’ll just apologize again and hopefully it will be enough for her to forgive and forget.” I imagine being on the outs with your best friend, who also happens to be your roommate, has to be uncomfortable. Tanner and I are guys, so we’ve never had a huge falling out. Usually, when guys have a disagreement, it’s settled with a few punches followed by a few beers. Men usually aren’t the type for drama, so shit doesn’t drag on, or at least, that’s how our group of friends is. Then again, most of us work together.

  “Yeah,” Quinn says without her usual bravado. Again, I don’t know her too well, but seeing her down isn’t something I like. One of the things I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I realized there was something about her is her “fuck you” attitude to the world. Quinn has this aura about her that screams “I don’t care what you think of me.” She’s a breath of fresh air from the usual type of the women I’m used to encountering. She’s not concerned with trying to do what she thinks people want her to do. She has no filter and isn’t bothered with trying to impress anyone. She’s just herself.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, trying to do the gentlemanly thing by offering an ear to listen.

  A smile takes over her face and the sass is back in her voice when she surprises me by saying, “No, I can think of some other things that would be a much more enjoyable way to spend the evening.”

  “Oh yeah? And what would those things be?” I reply, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. And my pants.

  “Well, first, we should probably lose the clothes,” she says before pulling her top over her head.

  “I like these ideas already.” This woman has fucked up my sex life for the past month. I need to get her out of my system tonight. Based on what Tanner has said about her, I probably won’t get a chance to fuck her ever again, so I need to make sure I get the most out of this night. That’s not going to happen if I come in my pants before I even touch her.

  “Well, then why are you still fully clothed?” she sasses while kicking off her shoes before slowly sliding her jeans down, revealing one of the most killer set of legs I’ve seen. Long and lean with flawless milky white skin.

  I can’t help but lick my lips when she gets her pants completely off and stands before me in a barely-there red lace thong.

  “Like what you see, handsome?” Damn, she’s fucking perceptive. Or it's entirely possible I’m drooling right now.

  “Damn right I do. I don’t think there’s a man alive, or dead, who wouldn’t enjoy seeing what I see right now,” I say, walking toward her.

  A devious smile spreads across her face as she steps closer to me, closing the distance between us, and grips my cock through my pants.

  I don’t hesitate to pull my shirt over my head, and Quinn doesn’t wait to start undoing my pants. Two seconds later, I’m standing in her living room in nothing but my boxers. I don’t stop there, though. To even the score, I reach around and unhook her bra. My cock throbs painfully as I slide the red lace down her arms, freeing her perfect tits.

  Quinn’s head rolls back, and an extremely hot moan leaves her mouth going straight to my cock as I palm both of her globes in my hands. I knead as I bring my mouth down around her stiff peaks, switching between sides as Quinn slides her hands into my hair. I’m taking the nails digging into my scalp as a sign she likes what I’m doing, so I test the waters and bite down gently.

  “Mmm…” she moans, obviously enjoying the sensations, so I give her a little harder bite.

  “Fuck,” she hisses. Her hand leaves my hair, and she slides it into her panties. “I’m wet,” she announces while rubbing her clit.

  “That’s good because I’m hard as hell right now. All I can think about is sliding my cock between these perfect tits of yours,” I say before filling my mouth with nipple once again.

  “What are you waiting for then?” she questions as she drops to her knees. She eases my boxers down my legs. Before I even have them kicked to the side, Quinn has the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat.

  “Fuck, angel,” I groan reveling in the wet warmth of her mouth.

  “We’re getting there, sugar,” she smiles up at me and then takes me back into her mouth. Damn, this woman gives some of the best head I’ve ever had. She doesn’t break stride as she reaches out to the coffee table and pulls open a drawer that houses a bottle of lotion.

  Letting my dick fall from her mouth, she flips open the top of the bottle and squeezes a generous amount between her tits. She smears it throughout her cleavage and proceeds by pushing them together.

  That’s an invitation if I’ve ever seen one, so I grip my dick in my hand and glide it between her tits. She pushes them further together, so they’re completely encompassing my cock and begins to move them up and down, stroking my dick.

  Now it’s my turn to moan as my eyes roll back in pure pleasure. Fuck, this feels incredible. I think I may have died and gone to heaven when I feel the warmth of her tongue on the tip of my dick. I open my eyes, look down and see Quinn’s open mouth waiting for my cock to make its way back into her mouth with every stroke. God damn, that’s fucking hot. This woman is pure sex.

  I run my fingers through her hair and grip, pulling her up, so she’s standing again. “As amazing as that feels, I won’t be coming anywhere before I’m buried in that tight little pussy of yours,” I tell her just before claiming her mouth. I kiss her fiercely, delving my tongue into her mouth, tasting every surface inside.

  Picking her up and wrapping her legs around my hips, I carry her to the couch and toss her down on it. I drop to my knees, yank away her panties and throw them over my head. I don’t waste a moment diving into her pussy. I lick her slowly starting at the bottom, dragging my tongue through her entire slit. I flatten my tongue the second run through to make sure I don’t leave a millimeter of her sweet pussy untouched.

  “Mmm …” she sighs as she digs her nails back into my
scalp. Fuck if that isn’t the biggest turn on.

  I let out a moan of my own, vibrating her pussy as I dip the tip of my tongue inside her dripping hole. I fuck her with my tongue before replacing it with two hooked fingers.

  “Yesss …” she cries as her back arches up off the couch.

  “Like that, angel?” I ask, pulling back to look at her face as she enjoys the things I’m doing to her body.

  “Yes, harder,” she moans. “I’m not going to break.”

  Harder, you say? I push the hand not in her pussy down on her lower abdomen and add a third finger to the mix. I add more force as I finger fuck her until her entire upper body bows off the couch and she’s screaming in ecstasy. I lower my mouth down and circle my tongue around her swollen nub.

  “Fuck! I’m going to come,” she squeals at the same time a gush of fluids coats my fingers and tongue. Fuck me, it doesn’t get any better than a squirter. I pull my fingers from her pussy and lick the sweet juices off of each and every one of them. I go back for seconds when I clean her pussy with my tongue.

  “You might be the hottest fucking woman on the face of the Earth,” I tell her as I sit back on my haunches.

  “And to think, we’re just getting started,” she grins as she slides from the couch to the floor. Sitting up on her knees, Quinn straddles me, reaches around to grab my dick, and pushes her snug, wet heat down on me.

  “Shit, you feel incredible,” I groan as I grip her hips and hold her in place, not wanting to blow my load like a virgin on prom night.

  The sexy little vixen on top of me isn’t having any of that, though. She grinds herself back and forth on me, creating what I’m assuming is enjoyable friction on her clit because she lets out a moan of her own.

  I release my grip on her and watch her magnificent tits bounce as she rides my cock. Quinn leans back, placing her hands on the floor while I watch my cock get lost inside of her over and over. I haven’t felt anything this good, ever. That’s when I realize it’s because I’m not wearing a condom. I’ve never not worn a condom.