Fighting Desire (Bay State Series Book 2)

by Hachey, Tiffany

  I just nod my head. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Only one way to find out. “Okay, let's do it.” I say with a smile because let's face it, it does sound like fun. “Where to?”

  “Do you feel like taking a ride to Nashua? Pheasant Lane has all our favorite stores and a spa. Win, win.” She talking animatedly

  “Sure, but your driving.” I toss her the keys to my Fusion and we hit the road.

  Aeropostle was having a sale so now I'm loaded down with bags as we take our haul out to the car before hitting the spa. We signed in and were told it was going to be at least a half an hour until they could fit us in for the works. Hands, feet and waxing. Just what I need. “I'm going to call Brent really quick.” I let her know as we walk back towards the mall. I pull my phone out of my clutch and take a seat on the bench outside of the entrance.

  “Alright, I'll be in the spa waiting. Just meet me in there.” She walks through the door as it opens for her and I give her a quick wave of acknowledgment. His voicemail picks up and I leave him a short message letting him know I'll see him later and that I love him. Wonder why he's not answering. Surely he's back by now. I decide to send him a text letting him know I won't be able to answer my phone for a while, just in case he tries calling me back.

  “We are a couple of hot bitches,” Latasha says when we're done being pampered and I have to admit I feel a whole lot better. “So how are your online classes going?”

  “They're going. I think I'm going to take the summer off though. Being back at the office makes it hard to find any time when I'm not exhausted. At least when I was at home I had time throughout the day for it. Not so much right now. I'll finish eventually. I have a great job that I love right now so no rush.”

  We talk about her love life the whole ride home and I'm thankful for the spotlight to be off of me for a change. Pulling into my parking lot, I'm excited to see Brent's Mustang. “Nice ride.” Latasha lets out a whistle of appreciation and I laugh.

  “Yeah, my thoughts excactly, it's Brent's. It makes me hot just thinking about what I want to do to him in it.”

  “Holy shit! Are you serious?” She gets out of my car and walks a few circles around his.

  “Let's go. I want you to meet him.” She follows me up to my apartment. Well technically it's hers but she calls it mine too so I go along with it. For now.

  Walking in we find him on the couch watching the Redsox game. “Hey babe, this is my best friend Latasha that I've told you about.”

  He stands from the couch and wipes his hands on his pants before taking her hand. “Nice to meet you. I'm Brent. But I'm sure you already knew that.” He starts to laugh and she gives me a look that tells me she approves. He sits back down and continues to watch the game. It's the bottom of the ninth and the game's tied. The Yankees have runners on first and second with two outs. Stressful situation.

  We join him on the couch and watch the rest of the game. The sox come out on top going eleven innings and by the end of it our voices are hoarse and adrenaline high. “Holy shit! What a game. Sorry I wasn't better company. You know how it is.” He apologizes to us and we both just shrug.

  “Hey your not hearing me complain. I love watching my Sox play. Glad I caught some of it. I completely forgot we were playing tonight.”

  We said our goodbyes to Latasha and promised her I'd keep in touch. After closing the door behind her I turn to find Brent hunched over with his head in his hands.

  I kneel down in front of him, take his hands in mine and drag him off of the couch and into my arms. “What's wrong?” I ask, my voice laced with concern. He looks at me and I see there's moisture in his eyes. “Talk to me.”

  “I went to see your father today.”

  “You did what?” This time fury replaces the concern.

  “Don't worry it didn't come to blows or anything. I hate the way he treats you. We had a discussion as adults and I left there feeling better than I did yesterday. He loves you, he's just hurting. He doesn't know how to handle Luke, he's frustrated and sad. He also said he misses you. He broke down and started crying as we were talking. Part of me can understand his outbursts but the other part can't comprehend how he or your mother for that matter can take out all of their hurt on you.” He shakes his head and I squeeze him tighter as he shivers. “I'm sorry. I should have said something to you about my plans to visit him.”

  Is he for real? No one has ever stood up to my father for me. “Thank you. You don't know what it means to me that you would do that for me.” I bring him in for a kiss and it's filled with sorrow. “Dinner?” I ask as I let go of him and walk into the kitchen.

  “What do you have in mind?” He asks and follows me, leaning against the counter. His hair is tousled and the color reminds me of honey. I want to run my fingers through it. Food. I came in here to make dinner. Not fondle him, although the thought is tempting, it's going to have to wait.

  “Something quick. I don't know, what do you want?” He comes towards me and I can't help appreciate the man before me. He looks so relaxed in his running shorts and tank top. His muscles toned but not ridiculously cut. Just the way I like them. When he reaches me he leans around me and starts to look through my cabinets.

  After his search he takes his phone out of his pocket. “Pizza or Chinese?” He asks while scrolling through his contacts. I see my favorite Chinese restaurant and point to it. “Why don't you go sit your sexy little self back on the couch and find a movie on pay per view for us to watch. I'll order the food and join you in a few. You want your usual?”

  “Yes please.” I lean in and give him a kiss, turn on my heel and go find us a movie to watch. I'm so thankful to have him back in my life. Wish I could say the same about my family.

  *****

  Work's been so hectic this week with both Braydon and John being out of the office. Thankfully John will be back on Monday. I miss my lunch breaks with Brent. We've both been working straight through to meet deadlines and when Ilyanna called me to see if I wanted to go to their place for dinner I was hesitant.

  I can't wait to start the weekend. Brent's making good on his promise and taking me to Hampton for some much needed relaxation time. But here we are pulling into their driveway. Maybe this time the night will end a little differently. I have no reason to believe otherwise.

  I feel his hand venture up my leg, not stopping until he reaches my slit. He runs his finger between my lips a few times then retreats. I glare at him and he chuckles. “All in due time beautiful. Just giving you a preview of what your getting later.” He winks and opens his door. Urgh. I hate when he teases me. Especially when I have to interact with our friends and all I can think about is what he could be doing to me if we were alone.

  I puff out a breath of air as he opens my door for me, takes my hand and helps me out of his car. “You don't play fair.” I pout and it makes him laugh even harder.

  “Oh baby, anticipation makes it that much sweeter.” He swats my ass making me jump.

  “You're so going to get it later.” I warn as we climb the stairs.

  “I hope so.” He says and knocks on the door.

  As we wait I take in my surroundings. I didn't really get a good look at them the last time we were here. Not the front of the house anyway. They have a nice small front yard, yet far enough from the road to be comfortable. What they lack for size up here they make up for in the back. Shrubs line the wrap around porch. It's beautiful but modest. You would never know a millionare lived here and I know that's excactly how Braydon wants it.

  Ilyanna answers the door looking cute in a flowing flower print sundress. “Looking good momma. How are you feeling?”

  “Eh, bored off of my ass, but good. Braydon won't even let me lift a finger. I have about three months left. If he keeps this shit up I'm going to lose my mind.” She gives me a drawn out hug then turns her attention to Brent, treating him to a more chaste one. “Thank you so much for stepping up at the office. Although like I said, your boss has been a pain in my ass but I lov
e him all the same. Come on in, dinner should be done soon.”

  The first thing I notice as we walk in is a loud throaty growl surrounded by what I can only assume is music coming from the kitchen. “What the hell is he listening to?” I ask making her laugh

  “I think it's Five hand dead slap.”

  Her answer sends Brent into hysterics. “You crack me up. The band is called Five finger death punch.” He continues to lose it, holding his gut. “Not whatever the hell you just called it.” He starts off toward the noise and yells out. “Hey man, your girl's in here completely butchering your music.”

  We follow him into the kitchen where Braydon's finishing up putting dinner onto plates. We all take a seat at the island. While we eat I fill them in about our trip to my parents house. Thank goodness he's turned that crap off. If I had to listen to it any longer I would have gotten a headache for sure. They sit and listen while Brent and I take turns telling them the sordid details from that day.

  “We forgot our bags at the hotel. Being in such a hurry to get her home, it completely slipped my mind that we had dropped them off at the room before we went to their house. So I went to get them at the front desk the next day and paid her father a little visit.” I still can't believe he did that. But I'm glad that he did. He got to have a heart to heart with my dad.

  “Are you fucking serious?” Braydon asks him shaking his head with a smile on his face. “Do you have a death wish?”

  “Nope. I don't like the way they treated her and I wanted answers. I mean I knew to a certain extent but I wanted him to explain it to me a little clearer how they could treat they're daughter that way.” I loved him a little more then.

  After a couple more hours of catching up and listening to music more to mine and Ilyanna's liking we wished them a good night and went back to his place to pack a suitcase for this weekend.

  Having him all to myself this weekend has me thinking of all sorts of delicious possibilities. The only thing missing will be the sunblock. Even though we're going in the off season, I'm sure his hands will be mimicking the application process.

  I can't help but feel my face flush at the thought.

  Paradise

  Darkness consumes me. I can hear a loud beeping somewhere in the distance but I can't see a damn thing. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, the sweat dripping down my slick forehead.

  Where am I?

  Walking around blindly, I search for something, anything, a door, a window maybe. Suddenly blinded by the sun, I'm standing on the beach surrounded by my friends. Nameless faces smile back at me from the chairs scattered along the sand. Braydon, John, George and Frank all stand to my left wearing tuxedos. Latasha, Ilyanna, Rachel and some girl I've never seen before are to my right in short strapless purple dresses that flare at the waist, flowers in their hands.

  A piano that I can't see from where I'm standing begins to play and I look around for Sarah. My heart starts to pound again. Thump, thump, thump. I look all around me. Where is she? A sickening feeling settles in the pit of my stomach as all of a sudden the girl's dresses are no longer purple but black, tears streaking down their faces as they try to comfort each other. I desperately search my surroundings again and catch a flash of white in the distance. I break off into a run, screaming her name as she gets further and further away. As soon as I'm within a few feet of her my sight's gone and I'm pitched into complete darkness again with the beeping growing even louder this time. Taunting me.

  Where's Sarah? Why can't I find her? Light, I see light ahead and I start sprinting towards it, too out of breath for any real speed.

  It's getting closer.

  A door?

  I reach for the handle only to be thrust inside. I walk slowly in a daze to the bed where the love of my life lays sleeping. Only she's not. The beeping comes to a halt, bringing my attention to the machine next to her showing a flatline and I start to scream.

  “Sarah? Sarah?” I gasp as I feel around me.

  I feel her take ahold of my face, brushing my hair from my damp forehead. “I'm here baby, I'm right here. What's wrong?” She takes me in her slender arms holding on tight, still stroking my hair.

  “Just let me hold you.” I kiss her neck, making my way to her ear. “I just need to hold you.” And I do just that until my shaking subsides. “I love you.”

  “Love you too.” She whispers back before we fall asleep in each other's arms, and mercifully the nightmares stay away this time.

  Sitting at my kitchen table waiting for Sarah to finish her shower, I reflect back on my nightmare. I know it stems from my talk with her father. The cancer. The scene he painted for me when they thought they had lost Luke. I know we've spent every night together in the past couple of weeks since we've reconciled and I don't want it to stop . I have to come up with the perfect plan this weekend to ask her to move in with me. I know she told me Latasha owns her apartment so she won't have to give notice. Even still, it's only been two weeks. Is she ready to take the next step? I sure as hell hope so. Not sure what I'll do if she says no.

  Sarah walks into the kitchen looking sexy in her sheer cover up with bright pink bikini peeking at me through it, shades propped on the top of her head, wavy auburn hair draped over her shoulders and a devilish smile on her lips. Coming up behind me she puts her arms around my shoulders and bends to kiss my cheek. “You ready baby?” We were going to stay at her place last night and grab a bag from mine but instead we ended up doing the opposite. Latasha has a key to the apartment so she can feed Fenway while we're away.

  “Whenever you are.” I get up and walk to the door where my bag sits on the floor. Normally I would try to ravish her, wearing next to nothing but my nightmare's still fresh in my mind and honestly I'm not in the mood. “Let's do this.” We decided to drive my car. It's a perfect day to take the top off. The water is still way too cold for swimming so I know we won't be going in the ocean. I'm surprised Sarah has her suit on, considering it's only the middle of April. When I questioned her after seeing it laying on the foot of the bed she told me she's being optomistic. The sun's shining and that's all that matters. Even if we end up in the room most of the day and starting a fire on the beach at night, it will still feel like a paradise away from our worries. I have to agree with her there. We need a break. She starts to laugh at me still standing in the kitchen. “What?” I cock my head to the side trying to figure out what's so funny.

  “I need to change. You didn't really think I was going to wear this out of the house in April did you?” I think I glimpse a slight frown on her face as she turns on her heel and walks in the direction of my room. I'll have to tell her about my dream. I don't want to talk about it, but at the same time I refuse to let her think that I don't desire the hell out of her. I follow after her, caging her in from behind and burying my face in her neck.

  She starts to squirm in my arms, provoking me. “Let me help you with this.” I slide my hands under her wrap and glide my fingers up the soft skin covering her ribs to her bra, slipping a finger inside each cup. I lightly caress her nipples making her back arch and she lets out a small cry at the sensation. “We'll never get to the beach at this rate.” I tease her while biting the shell of her ear.

  She reaches behind her and grabs my cock as she replies. “The beach isn't going anywhere, but this will if I don't take care of it.” Giving me a tender squeeze, she turns in my arms and kneels down on the floor in front of me. I love my cock in her mouth. It's one of the best, if not the very best feeling in the world.

  She rubs me through my shorts, looking up at me and licking her lips. Fuck, she's gorgeous. I love it when she wears her hair down. Feeling her silky tresses run through my fingertips as she bobs up and down on me. Just thinking about what she's getting ready to do has pre cum leaking from my tip. I hope she hurries up so I don't embarrass myself. “What you do to me. I'm ready to explode and you haven't even wrapped your lips around me yet.” Needing no more encouragement she frees me and runs her tongue along my
length in one long agonizing lick. I hiss through my teeth when she finally sucks the tip into her mouth and makes a gentle suction. She's so fucking good at this, knows just how I like it. My body wants instant gratification yet my mind wants drawn out pleasure.

  She strokes my base, paying special attention to my balls with her other hand. Looking down at her I see my cock stretching her mouth, my shaft covered in her saliva. Pumping my hips, I drive myself deeper. She gags and pulls her mouth away, gasping for breath. Licking and sucking my heavy sack, she breathes, “You taste so good baby. I can't wait to feel you burst on my tongue.” I can feel the pressure building up in my shaft and it won't be long now.

  Grabbing the hair at the back of her head, I guide her back to take my hardness into that luscious mouth again and it only takes a few more trips to the back of her throat until I shout out. “I'm gonna cum baby. Cum so fucking hard in your mouth.” She moans around me and I watch as she pushes her panties aside and shoves two fingers in her pussy, rushing to completion with me. “I love the fact that sucking me off gets you so wet” I groan as I explode.

  Oh I can do better than that. Once I'm certain she's drained me of every last drop I bend down scooping her up and tossing her on the bed. If I spend the next hour with my face buried in her sweet cunt then so be it. We'll get to the beach eventually. Licking and sucking, making her writhe beneath me, I lose count of the times she's climaxed. I slick a single finger and bring it to her tight pucker, coaxing a high pitched yelp from her lips. “Oh my God, Brent, I'm so close.” Taking it as an invitation I breach her up to the second knuckle, effectively sending her flying over the edge as she bucks, pushing her pussy harder onto my face. I happily lap at her juices as they flood my mouth. My face is slick when I finally remove myself from the middle of her thighs.

  I watch as she lays with her arms flung over her head, a fully sated smile on her face. Why can't we just stay home all day? This is my personal paradise.