Fighting Desire (Bay State Series Book 2)

by Hachey, Tiffany

  *****

  As we cross the border into New Hampshire she turns towards me to ask the one question I've been dreading all morning. “So? What were you dreaming about that had you in such a panic?” Taking her glasses from her head, she holds one end in her teeth as she pulls her hair up into a clip, exposing her neck, making me want to pull over and distract her from her inquisition.

  I swallow hard, not really wanting to answer but knowing that I have to tell her something. “I couldn't find you, it was dark. When I finally found you, I lost you again.” I focus on the road in front of me, not wanting to allow her a good look into my eyes. I'm not lying per se, just omitting some details. Losing her is an understatement.

  She takes my hand that's resting on the shifter and pulls it into her lap, carressing me. “I'm not going anywhere.” She's turned looking at me and my words are stuck in my suddenly parched mouth.

  If only the reason she left me in my dream, correction nightmare was within her control I wouldn't be so hesitant to believe her. “I know.” I force out, my tongue feeling like sandpaper. I let go of her hand just long enough to take a sip from my iced coffee sitting in the console that I had custom made to fit my car. When I first had the stang fully restored I didn't think I could love anything more. I was dead wrong.

  “I love this song.” She yells and reaches to turn the volume up. Honestly all of this twangy country sounds the same to me but as I listen to the lyrics about knocking walls down and loving you like a wrecking ball I can't help but picture making love to this song. I'll have to somehow make that a reality. I make a note to download it to my phone for later use and continue to let her listen to this crap for the rest of the ride to the beach. She may not know it yet but the radio's mine on the way home.

  I check the forcast on my phone. If we're going to venture around I want to be prepared for cooler weather tonight. It's a sunny seventy one right now with a low of forty eight tonight. “Did you want to check in and change into some jeans, maybe even grab a sweater before we head out? It's supposed to get chilly later.”

  “That sounds good. I would hate to have to walk all the way back here later. What street are we on P? The boardwalk's a good hike.” I follow her to reception to get our room key and we make a quick trip to our room to get ready.

  “Walking by everything is half the fun. I love staying this far away. I feel like I'm not going to miss anything.” This beach is my go to place when I need to relax and forget about life for awhile, that's excactly what we need. A nice little getaway.

  She let's out a loud whistle when she makes it to the far side of the room. “Wow, the view from here is incredible.”

  I walk to the sliding glass doors that open up to a small private balcony and look out over the tops of a bunch of smaller buildings at the calming waves of the ocean. The beach itself is mostly deserted except for a few people that I can see in the distance. “Not as incredible as you.” I tell her as I take her in my arms. We stand this way for a few minutes and I reluctantly let her go. “Do you know what you want to do first?”

  I watch her as she shimmies out of shorts. She does so slowly, bending over taunting me. Damn she's insatiable. Right now I don't want to bury our troubles in sex. That's too easy. I want to spend some quality one on one time with her and I won't let her seduce me every time she tries. Righting herself she shrugs. “I don't know, I was thinking about checking out the casino ballroom and seeing if they're having a show tonight. It's off season, but maybe they will be. If not can we eat at the Purple?” She laughs while sliding on some jeans. “Damn. I can't remember the exact name of it, just that when I was kid I always wanted to eat there because purple was and still is my favorite color.” When she smiles at me like she is I'll do anything she wants. I'm putty in her delicate hands. “Anyway, I'll know it when I see it. Let's get this show on the road handsome, before I hold you hostage in this room.” She says it like it's a bad thing.

  “After you beautiful,” I say as I follow her out of our room. My eyes stay trained on her firm ass as we leave the hotel only to lose my view as she falls into step next to me and takes my hand in hers.

  Hampton has always been one of my favorite spots to visit. Before Sarah, it was to check out all of the chicks in their bikinis but now it's to admire the fresh crisp air and natural beauty it has to offer. I have all the woman I will ever need walking beside me. A group of kids flying down the narrow sidewalk on their bikes don't have enough room to go around us so our hands have to break free from each other and we seperate to part for them. A boy about thirteen or so apologizes as he breezes by and we just laugh at the freedom of youth and continue our journey to the strip.

  The sunset casts a shimmering hue onto the crystal blue water and it's almost as breathtaking as the person sitting across from me. “Your quiet.” She observes as she finishes her dessert. Dinner was delicious and we're going to take a walk down the beach once we pay the check.

  “It's so peaceful. What I wouldn't give to have a house here. I feel like we can just be us and forget about everything else.” Her mouth turns up at the corners when she smiles at me and I thank my lucky stars once again that she's forgiven me.

  “It is beautiful.” She looks out the window overlooking the ocean.

  “I can think of something, or, I should say someone that puts this view to shame.”

  She looks back to me and her green eyes seem haunted almost. Like she's thinking dark thoughts. I don't know what put them there but I have no plans of them sticking around. “What are you thinking about?”

  “Luke.”

  “What about him?”

  “I hate the way he treats everyone. We were all so scared for him while he was really sick and this is how he repays us. It's frustrating.” She sighs and I don't understand it either and tell her as much. “I'm mad at myself for being angry with him. It's not right but I just can't help it. Does that make sense?” She pushes her plate to the middle of the table, signaling that she's finished.

  Placing my index finger to my lips, I think carefully before answering her. “Actually, it does. You didn't do anything to warrant his behavior. At the same time I think he's scared and he feels the need to push everyone away. At least that's what we came up with when I had my little chat with your father.” I sit here looking into her sad eyes and I can't help but feel sorry for her. I know she doesn't want my pity but the sacrifices she's made for her brother are not light ones. Worst of all, it's not information she can tell them. They're in the dark and I agree that it's for the best. Wanting to get off of the topic, I change the subect. “What do you want to do now? Arcade or walk on the beach?” The waitress set the check down on the table and Sarah reaches for it. “Umm, I don't think so. This weekend's on me.” I grab the paper and stand, holding out my hand for her.

  She takes it for a moment, releasing it to wrap her arms around my middle and leaning her head against my arm as we make our way to pay the check. “Thank you.” She says, standing on her tiptoes and kissing my cheek.

  I smile down at her. “Your most welcome.” Not sure what exactly she's referring to. Picking up the bill? This weekend? My advice? It doesn't really matter, I would do anything and everything for her. “Always.”

  We leave the restaurant, me wrapped in her arms and go hunt an arcade. It'll be fun to see her competitive side.

  “Dammit!” She pouts. I've beaten her at every game of air hockey we've played. Ski ball. Beat her. Even the racing game, sitting side by side, I was paying more attention to her crashing every five seconds and laughing at her than I was to my own screen and I still blew her away. Should I mention I spent most of my teenage years in the arcade at the mall? Na, this is way too much fun.

  “Mortal Kombat?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow in question and am rewarded with a devilish grin.

  “Ready to finally lose?” She asks and I can't help but laugh.

  “Sure.” Challenge accepted. “Bring it on baby. Do your worst.”

  She runs o
ver to machine to save our spot while I get some change. I've caught a few guys checking her out, whatever, she's with me. I grin at the thought. Damn straight she's mine and I plan on keeping it that way.

  “Shit!” She's won six straight fights. “I take it you've played before?” I ask, trying to hide my amusement at her victory dance.

  She wraps her arms around my neck, looking up at me seductively. “A few times.” She says and starts to giggle. A few my ass. I keep the last comment to myself, letting her think she's hustled me.

  “It's getting late. Let's walk up the beach back to the hotel. I have plans for you.”

  “Plans huh? Should I be worried?” She jokes, playfully running away from.

  “I will catch you.” I yell, as I start to give chase. She's fast, I'll give her that.

  We're both out of breath by the time I tackle her on the soft sand. I'm laying on top of her, eyes locked in a heated gaze. I lean in and kiss her, suddenly worried that we won't make it to our room. “I want to take you right here. Unfortunately, I really don't like the idea of getting arrested.” I give her a soft moist kiss and push myself up to my feet before doing something that will get us both in trouble. I need to get her back to our room where I can have my wicked way with her.

  Bad break

  “Where are we going?” I ask as we cruise toward the boardwalk.

  “I checked out while you were asleep. I figured we could park closer today and spend all of our time checking out the shops. I really want to have a caricature of us done. That might take a while.”

  It's cooler today and I'm relieved that I had enough sense to pack a sweater. Brent looks sexy in a snug long sleeve tee that clings to his muscular frame, making me want to go and spend the rest of the day in our room, which is sadly no longer ours. I voice my concerns to him with a pout, making him laugh.

  “You my love, are a sex fiend.”

  “I'm your sex fiend,” I reply sweetly, batting my eyelashes and licking my lips.

  “Damn straight your mine.” He grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth kissing each of my knuckles in turn.

  *****

  Feeling a little sullen, I watch as Hampton fades away in the side mirror and I think back on all of the fun we had this weekend. Which in my opinion went by way too fast. At least John will be back at the office tomorrow so Brent won't have so much resting on his shoulders. I know it's been stressing him out.

  I'm so lost in my own thoughts that when I hear a loud pop and his explicit “fuck”, I jump a mile, whacking my head on the ceiling. “What the hell was that?” I ask, rubbing my sore skull as he pulls the car over to the shoulder.

  “Sounded like my clutch. Shit!” He shouts the last word. I can hear him slapping something against the floorboard. “Yup, definitely my clutch.” Slamming his hands on the steering wheel, he flings himself back into the seat, tilts his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose. “This couldn't have happened closer to home?” He asks no one in particular.

  “So we can't get home?” I ask

  “What do you think?! I can't drive it if I can't shift!” He shouts at me. What the hell did I do?

  “Don't snap at me! Like I know anything about that. I asked you a simple question.” I cross my arms over my chest and stare out the window as he grumbles next to me.

  I don't think I've ever seen him this mad. Opening my door, I step out of the car and head in the direction of a store up ahead. Luckily we hadn't made it to the highway yet. Being stuck for any length of time without a bathroom really doesn't appeal to me. I think I just need to get away from him for a little while and let him cool off. No need for me to be on the receiving end of his anger.

  “Where are you going?” He asks, grabbing my shoulder, halting my steps and turning me to face him.

  “Getting away from you.” I shake him off and continue on my course.

  “Please? I'm sorry okay. I shouldn't have blown up at you. I'm just frustrated. We've had such a great weekend and my car decides it wants to fuck it all up by ruining it.” I just keep on walking with his voice growing quieter as I put more distance between us. Let him stew for all I care. He's not going to treat me that way.

  I make it to the store, successful in my attempts to not look over my shoulder the entire way. Honestly I thought the store looked closer. I feel like I've been walking for at least twenty minutes.

  As soon as I find the restroom I lock myself inside, lean on the door and steady my breathing. I need to get a grip before walking back. He has me so pissed off. Pushing away from the door, I walk the few steps to the sink and grip the edge. My face is flushed, either in anger or exertion from speed walking to get as far away from him as quickly as possible. I'm a sweaty mess, as cool as it is outside it's surpising. I splash cold water from the faucet on my heated skin, loving the refreshing feeling it leaves in it's wake.

  I jump when there's a loud knock on the door. “I'll be out in a minute.” I call out in answer.

  “Sarah, it's me, let me in.” Has he lost his mind? He thinks I'm letting him into a public restroom with me. Yeah, he's crazy.

  I open the door and start to leave when he abruptly pushes me back in the room. He closes and locks the door behind him, then turns to me, eyes blazing. I back away from him as far as this small room allows, nervously watching him as he stalks me. His phone chimes in his pocket, which he ignores and andvances on me until I'm pinned between him and the wall at my back.

  “We can't do this here,” I whisper, my irritation abruptly wavering and changing to passion for the extremely sexy man who has me immobilized by his hypnotic gaze.

  “I need you. Besides, we have plenty of time. The tow truck won't be here for at least an hour and Braydon's going to be even longer.” He sighs into my ear. “Please? I'm so sorry about earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

  I'm speechless so I just nod my acceptance. He roughly grasps my hands and pulls them above my head as he runs his nose along my neck, gently sucking and licking when he reaches the other side, sending shivers down my spine. Holding my wrists together with one hand, he glides his hand down my front, avoiding where I need his touch the most and stopping at my pants.

  “This is going to be quick baby.” He unfastens them and forcefully pulls them down to my ankles, never loosing his tight grip on me.

  All I can do is moan as the air hits my overheated skin. I watch, transfixed as he releases his erection and suddenly I'm facing away from him, the cold concrete surface of the wall, almost painful against my cheek. I feel his cock rub my ass and I can't help the harsh breath that leaves me and I rub shamelessly along his length. His tip teases my already wet and ready slit and I feel like I could erupt before he's even inside of me.

  “Please?” I beg. No longer ashamed of our surroundings, only needing him to fill me.

  He slams home in one swift move and stays buried for a few seconds, panting in my ear as he hisses. “Yes. Fuck you feel so good wrapped around me baby.”

  “Please move Brent, I need to feel you.”

  He grinds his pelvis against me before he sets a punishing rhythm. I feel myself quickening and try to keep myself as quiet as possible. I hear his drawn out moan at the same time I feel him burst in my womb and I explode around him. “Mmmmmm,” I mumble and hear his chuckle behind me as he pulls out and I immediately miss his intrusion when he seperates from me.

  “Amazing.” He tells me as he brushes my hair from my shoulder and places a few sweet kisses there before straightening and releasing my wrists.

  After making myself presentable, I leave the bathroom first, telling him to wait a few minutes. We don't want to make it too obvious. As I'm waiting for Brent outside the store after paying for my stuff, I hear my text message tone. Seeing it's Ilyanna and she's worried about us, I text her back right away.

  { We're fine, thanks. Clutch is broken or something like that. Brent snapped, pissed me off, but all is forgiven. Lol!! Hopefully the tow doesn't take too long. Bored out of my mind. Than
ks for checking on me. Did Braydon leave yet? }

  Peeking into the store, I see Brent standing at the counter and the young female clerk shamelessly trying to flirt with him. He looks in my direction, catches my gaze and rolls his eyes. I'm glad he finds it amusing. I want to go claw her eyes out. Smirking at him, I notice her trying to get his attention and I nod my head to the side so he can finish up. I receive another text and check my phone.

  { Good. Hold tight, we're on our way. I insisted on coming for the ride. I need to get the hell out of the house. Going stir crazy. See you soon. }

  Can't say I blame her. I would be going nuts.

  Brent makes his way out of the store and comes to stand next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Hungry? We can grab a quick bite next door.”

  I hold up my chips and drink. “I was just gonna eat this till we get home, but if your hungry I'll grab something small.” I bridge the distance between us and give him a kiss. So what if I'm putting on a show for the store clerk. He's mine and everyone needs to know it.

  “Yeah, save the chips for later. I've worked up quite an appetite.” He winks at me, takes my hand in his and starts to walk towards the sub shop in the next building.

  An hour later we're sitting in the back seat of Braydon's truck, heading back to Boston. Luckily the owners of the tow company have a shop too. They said it should be ready Tuesday, depending on the availability of parts and would let us know. I wait for a break in the chatter and turn towards Brent. “Do you want to stop at your place and grab clothes and then go to mine?” It seems to be the only logical solution since my car's there.

  “That's probably a good idea. I was going to suggest it anyway. I bet Fenway misses her mommy.” Shit! I forgot all about her.

  Brent's phone starts ringing, he looks at it and puts it back in his pocket, choosing not to answer it. “That's the second time today that number's called but I don't recognize it.” He shrugs his shoulders. “It never fails to amaze me, if they want me to call them back, leave a voicemail.”