Fighting Desire (Bay State Series Book 2)

by Hachey, Tiffany

  “This?” He asks as he teases my nipple between his thumb and index finger.

  “Yes.” Gasping as he trails his other hand down my stomach and finally stops at my center to roll my clit as he's mercilessly working my other nipple, still licking and sucking on my neck as I writhe beneath him, silently begging for more.

  “How about this?” He inserts a single finger inside me as he slides his mouth down to replace his fingers on my sensitve peak.

  “Oh, yes.” I reach down to enclose him in my fist and earn a sexy moan from this equally sexy man. I release his erection to grab his hair in my hands and pull him closer to my breasts, never wanting him to stop.

  “Baby, I need to get a condom. If I don't get inside you soon I think I'll die.” He says as he tries to pull away from me and I reluctantly relinquish my hold on him. Watching his muscles ripple as he hops off of the bed to pick up his pants and retrieve a foil packet out of his wallet, I internally shiver. I know what's next and I can't wait. Opening myself wide for him, his eyes grow large as he takes me in. Quickly ripping the little square open, he has his manhood incased within seconds and climbs back onto the bed with me, settling between my legs.

  I pull his face down to mine and consume his lips as I feel him nudge my entrance. Lifting my hips, he slips inside slowly inch by inch, groaning as if in pain, when I know it's pure pleasure. I know because it's precisely how I feel in this moment. Nothing has ever felt so good. “Ahhh, you feel so good,” I whisper as he slowly starts to move his hips and I join in on the rhythm, creating a delicious friction.

  Raking my nails down his back spurs him on and he picks up his pace, throwing me over the edge. “Fuck, your gripping me tight. Feels so good baby, your going to make me cum.” He slows down trying to delay his release. Too bad I have other plans. Slamming my hips up connecting our bodies with a loud slapping sound, I can feel him swell inside of me and shudder as he climaxes, sending me into my second orgasm.

  I hold him tightly to my chest as our breathing evens out. I let out a soft giggle. “So much for getting to know each other.”

  Rolling off of me and turning me to face him, he pulls me closer and buries his face in my neck. “We are certainly going to get to know each other. I think it was inevitable that we'd end up here. We have plenty of time for catch up.”

  Pulling his face up to mine, I give him a tender kiss before rolling off of the bed. “Which way is the bathroom?” I feel completely comfortable in my nakedness. Although why wouldn't I? Shaking that thought from my head, I paste a smile on my lips and grab his hand, yanking him from the comfort of his mattress. “Are you going to sit there and stare at me all night or are you going to show me the bathroom?”

  He gets up and slaps my ass before walking out into the hall. “This way beautiful. Let's take a shower.” I follow him and by the end of our adventures in the bathroom my orgasm total for the night has doubled.

  *****

  The last couple of months have been better to me than I ever thought possible. Ilyanna seems to have put my brief attraction towards her now fiancé Braydon aside and we've become quite good friends. Her best friend Rachel has welcomed me into their tight knit circle as well and asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding next March. I'm truly excited for her. The three of us are going dress shopping as soon as Ilyanna's cast comes off in a few weeks. We were all so scared when we heard the news about the accident. Thank goodness they were alright. Learning the news of her pregnancy made the situation more stressful. Other than her leg she didn't suffer any other injuries.

  Working with Brent for almost a month now has proven a little difficult at times. Although wanting to climb him every second of every day makes the time when we finally do connect even more explosive. He's everything I could have hoped for in a man. Smart, compassionate, loyal and honest, or so I thought.

  Snuggled up on his couch, dozing off with post orgasmic bliss, watching some movie I can't even remember the name of, the doorbell rings.

  “What the hell? Better be fucking important at midnight.” He mutters as he gets up to get the door.

  I cover myself with the blanket I had draped over my legs. I'm not sure who's at the door, but I do know one thing, I don't want them getting a peek at me in my flimsy tanktop and panties.

  “Who the fuck is she? Another one of your fuck buddies?” The statuesque blonde asks, peering over his shoulder. My jaw drops to the floor as I look up at her as she comes and stands directly in front of me, hand on her hip, tapping her heel on the floor and shaking her head. “Well? Are you? One of his poor deluded little sluts.”

  Who the fuck does this woman think she is? Does she even know Brent at all? He treats me like anything but a fuck buddy slut. “Who the fuck are you? One of those fuck buddies claimimg he's scorned you in some way?” I fire back with a raised eyebrow, standing to eye level with the bitch. Seriously, what a way to ruin a perfect evening. If Brent had some other chick surely I would know about it, we practically live together, not to mention that we see each other every day at the office.

  “I'm his wife.” She answers with a shit eating grin and I feel it like a punch to my gut. “I'm only going to ask you one more time. You are?” I look to Brent for a clue and he's standing there just as shocked looking as I feel at being caught. I have no idea how it was even possible for him to pull it off. But bravo, he deserves a motherfucking oscar for his performance.

  “Nobody apparantly.” I wrap the blanket tighter around myself, trying to show no emotion on my face as I flee to his room for some clothes. I need to get out of here with a quickness before I lose it. I still can't believe it. He's married? How could I have been so naive? I can hear yelling coming from the other side of the door and honestly I'm too pissed off to pay attention or even care at this point. I'm just so numb.

  They can sort this shit out without me. I'm out of here. I try to walk as fast as I can through the room but as soon as I'm in Brent's sights he rushes to me, grabs my arms and tries to stop me from leaving. “Get the fuck off me. Now!” I scream, trying to keep my tears at bay for just a bit longer. Five minutes maybe, I do know for certain I need to walk out of that door and never look back. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

  “Please Sarah? Let me explain? He begs and I feel like I'm going to throw up.

  “Oh? I think your wife,” I shoot daggers at her, if looks could kill, she'd be a bloody slump of flesh on the floor, “has covered it quite well, thanks, but no thanks.” Taking his apartment key I place it in his hand and walk towards the still open front door.

  “Sarah, please?” I can hear the tears in his voice as he pointlessly begs me to hear him out. There is nothing, nothing at all he could say to me right now to right this wrong. He continues to call out to me as I walk out of his apartment and out of his life. Carefully putting one foot in front of the other so I don't fall down, I fight the urge to turn around and slap him, or her, or both.

  I can sense him behind me before he speaks again. “Just go Brent, were done, over, through. Nothing you spew out of your mouth right now will save you.”

  “Sarah, I love you.” He sniffs as he makes his declaration.

  “Don't Brent, just don't.” I flee down the stairs and out of his building. Shit! What am I going to do about work?

  *****

  I have no idea how I made it home being such a wreck last night. Groaning I slowly open my eyelids to the blinding sun spilling through my window and look over to the half empty bottle of tequila on my nightstand. No wonder my head hurts so much. Also explains why I can't remember much after getting home last night. Checking my phone I see ten missed calls and seventeen texts from Brent. Without looking at them I delete them and his number from my phone. Holding the phone away from my ear, I erase his voicemails. I don't care about anything he has to say. Time to move on.

  After taking a long hot shower I decide to call Braydon to see if we can make arrangements for me to work from home until this all dies down. T
ime to suck it up and deal with this complication.

  Regrets

  As I watch her from across the room, she dances and laughs with her date, whom I want to go punch in the face if he puts it anywhere near hers again, I can't help but think of how I should have handled things differently.

  She looks stunning in her bridesmaid's dress. I keep imagining what she'll look like while taking it off.

  She hasn't spoken to me since that day back in December when Trisha, my bitch of an ex wife came to my apartment. Technically she wasn't my ex yet. Something I now regret not telling Sarah. She came over that night to give me the papers it took her six months to sign. Leave it to her to wait until she knew Sarah was there to stick it to me one last time. It wasn't enough that she constantly cheated on me. She didn't want me to be happy. I have no idea what I did to her to make her despise me so much. But she sure likes to remind me of the fact often.

  If I could just get Sarah to talk to me so I can explain. My divorce was final a few weeks ago. I don't want anyone who knows the situation to talk to her for me. I'm biding my time. I want her to miss me but I have no way of knowing. The girls have been pretty tight lipped about the whole thing. Telling me she's just fine, or she'll come around, just give her time. Well fuck! How much time does she need? Till this douche gives her what I couldn't? Maybe she wants a man with an untarnished past? Be his one and only? I would give her anything she wants within my power. I can't stand it. Watching her with him, it's like a knife through my heart. I fell fast and hard for her and nothing's changed. I feel the same now as I did three months ago, completely in love with her. I'm going to try my hardest to get her to feel the same about me. I just need to figure out how to do that.

  I've caught her looking at me a few times tonight and everytime our eyes meet she looks away but not before giving me a small smile. That has to count for something right?

  She immediately stopped coming into the office. Whenever I would ask Braydon about it he would tell me she asked for personal time to work from home. I didn't pry. Chances are she didn't tell him anything. The girls on the other hand must know everything. The looks they all gave me in the beginning were all knowing.

  The need to go to her keeps pulling at me. I don't want to cause a scene today of all days so I keep my ass firmly planted in my seat. John and Rachel's ceremony was beautiful. I'm truly happy for them. I can only hope I have a chance at a real marriage built on love. Unlike my pressured wedding to Trisha because she forgot to take her pill and ended up pregnant, only to miscarry halfway through her pregnancy. It still kills me to think about our baby that we lost. Point is, I should have never had the shotgun wedding at twenty one. We stayed together and supported each other for seven months before I had to file for divorce. I couldn't do it anymore. She didn't want me, was never home and I would find messages from countless men on her phone. I have no dilusion that she was faithful to me. The destruction of mine and Sarah's relationship was meaningless to her. To this day I can't understand her motive.

  I'm taken from my reflection by Frank and George who are being tailed by a petite blonde. I'm guessing from her platinum hair, she must be their sister Tanya.

  “Hey Brent, we wanted you to meet our sister. This is Tanya.” George indicates with a sweep of his hand.

  “Tanya, this is Brent, one of my good friends from work.” Frank finishes the indroduction before taking a seat next to me.

  Extending my hand, I take hers lightly, briefly shaking it and bringing my attention back to Sarah, who is now in Mr. no name's arms and his hands are extremely too close to her ass for my liking. Quickly looking away before I end up getting in this dude's face, I release her hand. “Nice to meet you Tanya. Are you all done with school?” I ask her as she smiles, tilting her head to the side in question but otherwise mercifully ignoring my distraction.

  “Yeah, I have a few interviews next week with some broadcasting companies. Hopefully one of them picks me up. That would be so awesome.” Nodding her head towards the dance floor she asks, “Lady troubles?” So maybe she's not going to let me off the hook that easily.

  Laughing at her assertiveness, I play it cool. “Something like that, no big deal really.”

  “Ah huh, well I'll talk to you later, my date's waving me over.” She points to the bar where a good looking kid with daggers for me is waiting expectedly for her. “It was nice meeting you Brent.”

  “You as well Tanya, enjoy yourself.” I tell her as she walks away towards tall, dark and broody. I only have eyes for one woman. He's got jack shit to worry about from me. The fucker with his hands on Sarah's ass is another story.

  I get up from my chair ready for a fight when Frank grabs my arm. “Come on buddy you need to chill. Flipping your shit here won't do you any good. Let's go grab a drink.” He guides me towards the bar and finds a seat where our backs are to the dance floor.

  George joins us and we grab three beers. “Do you want to to talk about it?” He asks slapping me on my back.

  Sighing I place my head in my hands, scrubbing my face a few times before turning to him. “Not really. I don't see what good it will do. The only person I can talk to and make any sense of this is her and she won't talk to me.” I turn and look out onto the dance floor and can't see them anywhere. Flinging myself from my seat I go in search mode through the venue, ignoring the yelling coming from the guys.

  Just as I'm rounding the corner into the hallway she comes out of the bathroom, bumping into me. I hold my arms out to steady her and the electric charge that flows through me is undeniable. “Sorry.” She apologizes and tries to move away.

  I back her up against the wall, pressing myself into her as I drink her in. The top of her breasts are accentuated by the snugness of her dress. Her hair is pulled up into some kind of twist with loose curls framing her beautiful face. I lean in to kiss her lips and she turns away. Burying my face in her neck, I plead with her to hear me out. “Will you please talk to me? It's not what you think. I'm absolutely miserable without you.” Kissing her neck I pull away to search her gaze for any sign of compassion for my feelings.

  She tries to break free from my hold. That's so not going to happen. If she won't listen willingly, then I'll make her. “I don't know what you want from me Brent, it's been over for three months.” I see the tears falling from her eyes and I bring my hand up to wipe them away.

  “I just want you to listen to me. I love you, I've never stopped. Just please agree to hear me out. It doesn't have to be here. I want you to give me a chance to tell you everything I was too stupid to before. I'm sure people are wondering where we are so I'll let you get back, but I do want to talk.” Looking into her glistening green eyes I feel like I'm home.

  Reluctantly letting her go, I follow her back out into the party. Rachel waves us onto the dance floor and I allow myself some enjoyment, letting go of my misery for the first time today. Feeling somewhat hopeful when a slow song comes on and Sarah turns to me, I open my arms in invitation and she accepts, folding her arms around my waist and laying her head on my chest. I pull her chin up so she's looking into my questioning eyes and raise an eyebrow. “Jimmie went home, he has work early in the morning.” She tells me, answering my unspoken inquisition. “I love this song and wanted to dance, and for some reason I can't explain, I still feel safe in your arms.” Placing her head back into it's previous position I start to stroke her hair, careful not to make a mess of what looks like took forever.

  She lets out a long sigh and I never want this moment to end. “Do you love him?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

  “Who?”

  “Jimmie.”

  “No, he's just a friend.”

  “What?” I pull her away from me, searching her face. “Why did he have his hands all over you? For the record I want to break every one of his fingers for having them on what's mine.”

  Shaking her head, she lets out another sigh. “That's just it Brent, I'm not yours. Not anymore.”

  Swall
owing the lump in my throat, I pull her close and settle my hands on her lower back, the material of the dress, smooth under my fingertips, reminding me of her silky skin. “Let me take you home.” I can feel her silent sobs as I clarify. “To talk, I promise nothing more until your ready. I just need you to hear me.”

  “I'm not sure if I'm ready to hear you. You successfully ripped my heart out, leaving a gaping hole in my chest. Your married, or you were, so I hear. You should have told me. That's what hurts the most. You lied to me.” Hearing it from her lips brings to light how bad the situation really is. It was a shithead move, honestly with Sarah I never had a single thought of Trisha on my mind. That's how I wanted it. I erased that part of my life the minute I walked out the door, never looking back.

  “Do you want me on my hands and knees begging you? Because I will. I will do anything for you to forgive me Sarah. I haven't so much as looked at another woman. You're all I want. Please give me a chance?” Looking around the room I notice a lot of eyes trained on us. Rachel and Ilyanna wearing matching, knowing smiles, both giving me a thumbs up. Resting my chin on the top of her head, I wait patiently for my answer. The song ends and she releases me. I immediately miss the contact, the feel of her in my arms.

  Taking my hand she leads me to the head table, grabs her drink and walks to a secluded section in the corner of the room. “I miss you too Brent. God, I miss you so much it kills me.” Makeup streaks down her cheeks from the moisture leaking from the corner of her eyes. “I've been waiting for you to make me listen. Honestly, I couldn't bring myself to go to you. You did wrong, not me. I'm not going to be the one doing the chasing.” She lets out a small laugh as she sniffs and brings a napkin up to her eyes first wiping one and then the other, trying to clear the smudges that have taken up residence on her beautiful skin.

  Taking the napkin from her, I reach up to get the spots she's missed. “There, perfect,” I tell her. “I've tried so many times to talk to you. Why now?” I need to know, what's so different now? Has something changed?