Lasting Attraction

by Ashley Beale

  She bites her lip for a quick moment then bends her finger in a come and get me way. "Hurry your sexy ass up, Pierce."

  I take a handful of her gadgets out of the drawer and toss them on the bed next to her. She puts her hands up at the headboard and allows me to cuff her, then I take what looks like a small purple vibrator and I turn it on. Its a velvet feeling and pretty small, so I turn it on a small setting and tease her pussy with it. She starts to move her hips but I growl at her not to. After making her spread her legs wider and getting both her pussy and this toy soaking wet, I bring the toy down to her ass and push it in without notice.

  She screams out in pleasure and her back arches, bringing her breasts into the air, and damn fine breasts at that. I need to remember to suck on those when I have a few minutes. I keep the toy in her ass, vibrating, while I bring my mouth to her pussy and start to taste at the entrance before focusing on the clit. I push two fingers into her pussy, rubbing her insides nice and deep. I can feel the toy vibrating near my fingers, and it turns me on more.

  Miah starts to buckle under me so I stop completely and pull the toy out of her ass. She whimpers and I swear she is actually about to cry. I look at what she has for toys and when I see nipple clamps, I look back at her with an evil grin. "Oh hell yeah."

  My mouth goes to her nipples and starts to taste one of the buds first, before going to the next. Her hips keep trying to grind against me but I push down on them with my hands, not allowing her to get off quite yet. When I have tasted those pink pebbled nipples, I place a clamp on each one. She screams softly, her mouth agape, then I place my fingers inside it, making sure she sucks all her juices off. God I can feel myself pre-cum just at the sight of it.

  "Do you have any condoms?" I ask, sort of killing the mood. She nods her head and I can see her look at the drawer next to her bed. I open it up and rummage through it until I find a condom. After ripping the foil and sliding it on, I go back to between Miah's legs and start rubbing my cock against her entrance, teasing her a little more.

  The same time I enter her, I pull at one of her nipple clamps, and I love hearing her scream. She fights the cuffs for a few moments before she gives into the pleasure of it all, I release the clamps and just pound into her, fucking her so hard. She squeezes around me as comes, and her screams echo through the room, telling me just how much she is enjoying my dick inside her.

  I rub at her clit when I feel myself coming close, and we start coming at the same time.

  "Fuck Pierce," she screams out, bucking wild against me.

  "Shit Cassie, that felt so damn good," I say before collapsing on top of her.

  "Fuck you," She seethes.

  A few seconds go by before I look up at her and cock my head. "That isn't a way to treat someone who just got you off the way I did." I try to give her a flirty smile but I fail miserably when I see her eyes starting to water.

  I reach up and undo the handcuffs. Before I'm finished with the second hand, she backhands me across the face.

  "What the fuck?" I scream at her, backing away from her and getting off the bed.

  "You should probably remember the name of the girl you're screwing."

  Shit, I think that just hurt worse than the backhand. I fucking called her Cassie! Shit... shit... shit!

  "You're a dumbass," Mason says to me after the third shot of vodka.

  I rub my hand over my face before looking over at him. "No shit."

  "So are you going to try to get back into your contracts?"

  "Fuck it, I can't. I'm done. I lost it all. I have to pay back over eighty percent of my earnings and I'm not allowed to work with any of the agents again."

  He shakes his head and puts to fingers in the air, indicating for the waiter to bring us two more shots. "That is fucked up. I'm sorry bro. Damn." He keeps shaking his head.

  Yeah, no shit its fucked up. I really screwed up. Absolutely everything has gone to hell. I may or may not be having a kid, I'm still in love with Cassie but I'm pretty damn sure after what happened today I finally stepped over the wrong line once and for all, and I lost everything I worked so damn hard for.

  "Want me to get you a job at the garage?"

  I think about it for a second and decide that yeah, that'd be nice. Any job would be nice. I'm going to need it, just in case. "Yeah, man, that'd be sweet."

  "Cool, I'll talk to Dublin tomorrow."

  "Dublin?"

  "Yeah, that’s my boss." He shrugs his shoulders and when the shots are placed in front of us, we take another shot. "So what are you doing tonight? Going back to the apartment or somewhere else?"

  "I don't fucking know what I'm going to do. Tonight or any night."

  "I'd invite you to stay at my place, but..."

  I huff out a breath. "Yeah, I got you. No big. Don't want to upset the wifey."

  "What about Austin?"

  "Katie about lives at his house. We haven't even had much of a chance to catch up since I got back into town. I don't want to be around that evil bitch anyways. Best thing about not continuing the fighting is knowing she isn't going to become a celebrity off that damn tape."

  Mason starts laughing. "I forgot about that shit." He pounds his fist down a couple times on the table, laughing more than he should. If he wasn't the only person I seem to have in my life right now, I'd probably punch the fucker.

  Once he collects himself, I tell him we're both drinking and having fun- forgetting all the shit going on right now- or I'm leaving. He votes drinks and fun, so that is exactly what we do.

  Time goes by way too fast for the amount of fun I'm having, and when its time to call it quits, I'm extremely disappointed. And I'm in no condition to drive. I barely register Mason pulling out his phone to call Aubrey to come get him, and I have no fucking clue who I'm going to call. While sorting through my cell phone it decides to die on me and I shake my head. Of course it decides.

  "Dude, can I use your phone?" I ask Mason when he gets off. He passes it to me, and without a second thought, I dial Cassie's number. I tell myself its because I know it by heart and I'm too drunk to scroll through Mason's contacts for someone else, but deep down I know why I really am calling.

  "Hello? Mason? What’s the matter?" Cassie answers, sounding panicked.

  "Oh, um. Its me." Silence. And more silence. And even more silence. I look at the phone and she is still there, but she isn't saying anything. "Listen, I'm sorry Cassie." I think my words are coherent, but I'm not sure.

  Finally she speaks, but she sounds like she is whispering. Or maybe I'm really that drunk. "Avery, what do you want? Is everything okay?"

  "No, can you come get me? Please. I need you to come get me," I practically beg.

  "Where are you?" Her voice picks up and I can hear breathing pick up pace as if she is rushing around.

  I look around to see what bar we're at. I don't even remember if we stayed at the same bar or went to another. I focus towards the bar and see we're still at Nye's, so I tell her so.

  "I'll be there Avery. Please be safe. I'm getting in the car right now, so I'll see you in a few." Her words are rushed before it goes silence.

  I hand Mason back the phone and he is laughing again. I give him the finger before falling back down into my chair. "Fuck off," I tell him.

  He just continues to grin. "Just work shit out, man."

  "She is having a fucking kid and I don't know if its mine, dammit! And she's with Pierce." I'm sure I'm yelling at this point, but I don't even care.

  Mason doesn't flinch, he doesn't look away, he doesn't even change expression. He simply lifts a brow, and in that one little gesture, I can see he doesn't see where I'm coming from. There is no use explaining when we're both drunk, so I don't bother. I toss a beer cap at the floor and ignore the dagger he is tossing my way.

  "Hey." I look over and Mason put his phone to his ear. "Okay, I'll be right out." He looks over at me. "Got to go man, Aubrey is outside and pissed she had to come get me so late at night."

  "Alr
ight, see you later man."

  He gives me props and when he does he looks down instead of at me and says. "I get pissed the fuck off at Aubrey at times, and I can't imagine being in your shoes. But I can tell you right now, if you walk away from Cassie, you're going to regret it for the rest of your life. You need to tell her how you really feel man." He walks off without another glance in my direction.

  After a few minutes, I decide to head outside but before I get to the door, I spot Cassie running into Nye's, pajamas and all. She has the messiest bun with her hair matted on one side, and the side of her face is red from where she had been obviously laying down. I don't think I've ever seen her look so adorable. I walk straight to her, grab the back of her head and lay my lips on hers.

  The taste is the most refreshing thing known to man. I could devour her, right here, right now. I could kiss these lips for the rest of my life. I start to move my lips against hers but hers are locked in place. I pull back and she is just staring at me, confused and possibly pissed.

  "I thought you were in danger or something, Avery."

  "Angel, baby." I reach out to tuck hair behind her ears but she swats at my hand. "Angel?"

  "Don't call me that Avery. Let’s go." She turns on her heels and walks towards the entrance, not impressed one bit by me. I walk after her, thinking of what Mason said to me. Something about telling her how I feel before I lose her for good. Knowing its probably not the best thing to do while drunk, I debate with myself if I should or not all the way out to her car.

  When I get into the passenger seat, I don't even have a chance before she looks at me and points a pretty little finger in my direction. "You're the biggest asshole I swear I have ever met, Avery Manning! You say all these mean things then take off from me, with my keys no less. You don't pick up your damn phone, and I'm lucky that Aubrey could get ahold of Mason to get them back for me. I'm barely able to sleep from all the fucking stress, and when I finally am able to sleep, you call me and get me all panicky thinking something is seriously wrong! Then you fucking kiss me and confuse me all the more. No! This is not okay, Avery, not okay!"

  I can see her finger shaking, and it breaks my heart seeing the tears roll down her face, but for some reason the only thing I can manage to say is, "Panicky isn't a word."

  She huffs and turns back in her seat, facing forward and starting the car up. "Don't talk to me," she mutters.

  We ride back to her place in silence and I'm actually honestly surprised she doesn't make me sleep at my dad's or someone else's house. When we pull into the parking spot, she barely has the car off before she is opening her door and climbing out, slamming the door closed behind her. I have to take my time getting out the car, being a little unstable.

  It takes me twice as long to get into the apartment and she kept all the lights off, so I can't even see the way to my room. I slide down on all fours, not wanting to risk falling and hurting myself, as I've done way too many times while drunk, and I crawl towards my bedroom. Just as I'm passing by the bathroom, the door opens up and Cassie walks out, tripping over me before I have a chance to tell her to watch out.

  "What the fuck," she yells.

  I quickly turn my body and pull her to me. "Shit, are you okay? Is the baby okay? Cassie, I'm sorry."

  She pushes at my shoulder and I can't tell if she is laughing or crying. "What are you doing, Avery?"

  "I didn't want to fall, and I couldn't see, so I was crawling. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you fall. Are you okay? Please tell me the baby is okay." I know I'm rushing out my words but I really am concerned.

  "I'm fine Avery. I just tripped, I didn't hit my stomach or anything." I can hear a thickness in her voice that wasn't there even a second ago, and I can tell she is holding back some serious emotion. I wish I wasn’t so drunk so it were easier to comfort her. Then again, her tripping sobered me up quite a bit.

  I start to stand and I pull at Cassie's arm so she stands with me. "Let's lay you down, angel."

  "Ah, ah- okay," she stutters.

  I start walking to the two of us towards my room. She doesn't argue but I can feel the her resistance, like she is unsure if this is where she should be going. I turn the light on and see that my bed has been slept in by someone other than myself. I clear my throat and look at Cassie who is currently chewing her lip and avoiding eye contact. Instead of embarrassing her, I walk with her towards the bed and pull the covers back, letting her climb in. I strip from my jeans and tee-shirt, plug my cellphone in and turn off the light, then I lay down beside her.

  "Avery, I really am not-"

  "Shh, I know, Cass."

  I wrap my arm around her, spooning her back side. Without too much thought, I start humming out a tune that I know she doesn't know. A song I've been working on for far too long. A song that I know is far from perfect, since I'm nothing close to a song writer, but a song written just for Cassie. For Cassie and I. For my angel. For the girl, who I'm not sure I have or that I’ve lost forever.

  "Mmm, because everything I need is... Oh, everything I need is... for you to know."

  "Know what?" Cassie whispers.

  I pull her closer to me and rest my hand on her stomach. "I'll explain tomorrow. Good night angel." I kiss behind her ear and close my eyes. "Goodnight sweet baby." I rub her belly softly before sleep decides to find me.

  I wake up before Avery and climb out of bed, even though it was the last thing I actually wanted to be doing. I just couldn't hold in my pee any longer. I was seconds away from wetting the bed. With Avery's hand on my stomach all night, no matter which way I turned, it just put too much pressure on my bladder and I woke up sweating, with the need to pee. It's the first time I felt pregnant, minus the sickness.

  Tomorrow Pierce is supposed to come home, but who even knows since he hasn't even called me. I haven't called him either, but I'm still angry that he hung up on me. Not only that, but spending time with Aubrey yesterday was the best thing I could have done. She and I together decided what needed to be done. I need to leave him. He isn't who I want to be with for the rest of my life.

  Although, I do want to spend forever with Avery, I'm not sure that will work either. I don't know what is going on with his fighting, whether he really quit or if he got himself back into the qualifying. I'm not sure if he is planning on sticking around or leaving to go somewhere else. I know he seems connected to the baby, he showed that last night, but if its not his, I'm not sure if he will change his mind and it'll be too much.

  I've started to not care who the father is, although deep down I've been hoping it's Avery. What I really care about is having a healthy pregnancy and a healthy baby. I care that no matter who the father is, that they're involved in his or her life. That the baby is cherished, loved, and taken care of forever. That as parents, whoever the father is, that we can get along for the babies sake, whether we're together or not.

  So my decision is not to make a decision. To break it off with Pierce, and keep my distance the best I can from both guys. At least until the paternity test. But I'm not going to jump into a relationship because of who the dad is or is not.

  After my coffee and shower, I get dressed and call my mom to see what she has been up to today. I need to tell her and dad the news still, but I've been nervous. Aubrey cried, but I wasn't sure if they were tears of happiness or sadness. She said she can't wait for me to experience the first time I hold my child, and that she better be there for it. Of course she will be. We may have become distant since she became a mother, but not enough for us to not still be like sisters.

  My mom answers the phone and says that she is going to be home all day, so I tell her I'll be over for lunch. Next I call my dad, even though I'm still angry with him- and yes, I know I need to get over it, but he is my father and hurt both my mother and I, so its been hard to just accept what he did. He answers and says he would like me over for dinner with him and Trish. Oh, and he said they would like Avery to attend since he is in town for only a few more days.


  I'm still unsure if he has decided to go back to fighting, or they just don't know he quit. I want to climb back into bed with him, since it's still pretty early in the morning, but at the same time I know maybe its for the best I don't. He was drunk, I was vulnerable and upset, so last night was under different circumstances. If I went and climbed into his bed right now, I can imagine that it would just make everything worse.

  Netflix until its time to go to my mom's it is.

  As I'm sitting on the couch, engrossed in some Hart of Dixie, Avery comes stumbling out of the bedroom, mumbling about his head hurting and needing coffee. I'm hyperaware of him but I keep my focus solely on the TV, as if he doesn't even exist. Minutes later he is sitting on the other end of the couch with a cup of coffee, watching the show with me but not saying anything to me. He still hasn't slid on any pants or shirt, so he is just hanging out in his boxer briefs, and I can't help the fact its turning me on greatly. Again, I do my best to ignore him, and the feelings taking over between my legs.

  When the show is finished, I look at the time and see its nearing on lunch and I don't have time to start another episode. I look over at Avery and try not to laugh at the fact he looks like the hottest mess I've ever seen. He looks over at me and smiles softly but doesn't say anything. I stand up, step over his legs, and walk towards my bedroom to get my shoes and purse. When I'm heading towards the door, he turns his body and faces me.

  "Where are you going?"

  I look over at him and my heart rate speeds up. "My mom's for lunch, to tell her about..." I look down at my stomach for a second then back to him. "The situation."

  "The situation?" He lifts a brow and snorts out a dry laugh. "How about, the pregnancy."

  "Well, it is a little bit more than that."

  "Only when you make it more than that," he throws back.

  "Not knowing the father. Plus, being with one and in love with the other. Sorry, its a situation." I don't realize quite what I say until after it slips out and Avery starts coughing, as if choking on his coffee, although he didn't have any in his mouth. Shit. "Pretend I didn't say that." I walk out the door before he can say anything to me.