The One I Love

by Mia Ford

  I shook my head and pulled my shirt off, unbuckling my belt and flinging my pants across the room. She giggled loudly as I raced toward the bed, wrapping my arms around her and taking her down into the soft covers below. Instantly, the playfulness began to dissipate as I ran my lips down her neck, and my hand slid up her thigh, cupping her warm mound and squeezing. She moaned loudly, causing my cock to twitch in my boxers, and the heat in my stomach started to collect. She lifted her head and pressed her lips against mine, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me over on top of her.

  My hands ran up her sides as our tongues connected, tasting the alcohol on each other’s lips. Her skin was so warm and so soft, and all I wanted to do was taste her and feel her body writhing in my hands. She spread her legs apart, and I moved to the side, looking her deep in the eyes as I pushed her panties over and dragged my fingers through her wetness. She arched her back and gasped, as if the warmth of my hands ignited that fire in her belly.

  This woman was going to take me down. I could just feel it. Before that, though, I was going to make sure she had the best sex of her life.

  Chapter 16

  Reese

  All the laughter and joking from the night had stopped, and in its place was pure, raw passion. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his big, soft fingers pushing through my juices and gently massaging my clit. Feelings of pleasure pulsed from my pussy and up through to my stomach where my orgasm was simmering quietly, waiting for its chance to begin to boil. Slowly, Blaine leaned his head down and kissed my lips passionately as he slid two fingers inside of me and began to move them in rhythm. In and out, he pulled and pushed, wiggling the tips of his fingers as he pressed deep inside of me. He scooted up farther and rose to his knees at my side, placing his other hand on my clit and massaging it.

  I screamed out, feeling the rush of pleasure move through my bones. He pulled his fingers out of me and pulled my panties down and off my body, tossing them to the side. Immediately, he went back to work, finger-fucking me softly and deeply while hardening my clit with his hands. I reached my arm up and grabbed his thigh before softly running my fingers up to his hard cock, trapped inside of his boxer briefs. I pulled my hand through his arms and reached down, sliding it inside of his boxers and grabbing firmly to his shaft. He growled and began to finger me harder, the passion from my grip pushing him.

  He lifted up slightly as I pulled at his boxers, yanking them down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, slapping against his belly, and I licked my lips, reaching for it with my free hand. I could barely concentrate with the feeling of his fingers inside me, but I looked up at him as I pulled at his hips. He smiled coyly as he followed my guidance, moving his body so that his head was inches from my pussy and his cock hovered in front of my lips.

  He buried his head between my legs. I reached up and grabbed his shaft, aiming it down and pulling my lips around the head. I could feel the vibrations of his groans on my clit as I bobbed my head upward, sliding his big dick deep into my throat. I could feel his shaft instantly get harder, and I pulled against it as he began to finger me again, this time vigorously.

  As I sucked his cock, the heat inside me reached a boiling point, and I arched my back, pushing my head deep against his body and taking almost all of his erection into my throat. I screamed out, tightening my throat around his shaft and then falling back down on the bed, feeling my orgasm explode inside of me. I reached up and gripped his dick tightly, moving my hand up and down as my body stiffened and my back arched, letting the waves of pleasure roll over me. He groaned loudly as my juices erupted and my grip on his cock got stronger.

  As I relaxed back into position, my legs twitching, he sat up and turned his body around, pulling me forward and unclasping my bra. I threw it to the floor and grabbed onto my own breasts as he reached over and pulled a condom from the bedside table and slid it over his cock. He picked up my hips and scooted forward, guiding his dick through my juices and then thrusting hard inside of me. I groaned and lifted my hips up farther, wanting to feel all of him inside of me.

  “Harder,” I moaned, the alcohol allowing me to let loose to the fantasies inside of my head.

  He grabbed onto my hips tightly and began to pound inside of me over and over again. His jaw clenched tightly as he rammed into me, bringing me pleasure I had never known before. He took in a deep breath and dropped my hips, leaning forward and pushing deep, rolling his hips against me and listening to me moan and whimper below him. My hands flew up to his shoulders and gripped down as I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around him, feeling the smoothness of his skin rub up and down me.

  I cried out as his hips dipped low again, rubbing my clit over and over until I could no longer hold back. My body stiffened once again, and I dug my hands into his shoulders as I erupted in orgasm, feeling my juices explode around his bulging cock. The vibrations of my pussy against his shaft threw him into overdrive, and I watched as he bore down, pushing as deep inside of me as he could and growling low as he came hard inside of me.

  Our bodies twitched and pulsated in unison, our orgasms matching one another and sending us both reeling. My thighs shook at his sides, but I couldn’t move for several moments, until the weight of my pleasure had begun to subside.

  Blaine and I both exhaled heavily as our muscles began to relax and tremble in our bodies. He fell to the side and laid there, his mouth just inches from my neck. I moaned as I tried to catch my breath, my body completely relaxed in his down comforter. I breathed heavily and smiled, laughing to myself as I shook my head back and forth.

  “Wow,” I whispered. “That was intense.”

  “Mmm,” he growled, pulling me closer to him and turning me on my side.

  I latched onto his arms tightly and laid there, staring over at the wall beside the bed and regrouping myself from the intensity that just took over both of our bodies. As my heart began to slow, he stood up and walked to the bathroom, winking at me as he passed. A shot of electricity bolted through my chest, and I blushed, pulling the blanket up around me.

  Everything about our sex was completely amazing, and I didn’t want it to end. If I had my way, we’d do that over and over again, all night long. I knew, however, that between the alcohol and the fucking, Blaine would be asleep as soon as he got back into the bed. I doubted I would last much longer. I could already feel the exhaustion creeping over me.

  My feelings for Blaine were growing faster and heavier every time I saw him or even talked to him on the phone. The craziness of this relationship was a bit overwhelming, but in a good way. In a way that kept me up nights, wishing he was by my side. A way that made me want to make him smile, to please him, and to be tangled in his body whenever I had the chance. I loved the way his lips felt against mine and the way his hands knew just where to touch me. He read my body like a book, and that, in itself, was arousing. Just watching him run his eyes over my body every time I saw him set a fire between my legs and in my chest. His sweet caresses and his kind words, whispered gently in my ear, made my heart flutter.

  I knew that I was falling for him hard.

  Maybe that was exactly what I needed, a strong man with a kind heart to sweep me off my feet. The only thing that had me worried was the story that he’d told during dinner. He had been through something incredibly scary, and I didn’t blame him at all for not wanting to be around any dog. I knew that this was definitely going to cause an issue between us. I had never told him what kind of business I owned, and he had never asked. It hadn’t even been a thought in my mind until he told me the story about him as a child. Now, I was stuck in a position where I was holding a secret that may just break the bond that we had already built. I felt really uncomfortable with this secret, like I was lying to him in some way. Animals were my life, though, and I wasn’t sure how a relationship would work with someone who hated them.

  I listened as he continued to clean up in the bathroom, my spirit lowering. Suddenly, I felt completely u
ncomfortable, and everything in me wanted to leave. I couldn’t just leave, though. Not to mention the fact that I was still pretty drunk and couldn’t drive a car. It didn’t make me care about him any less. It just made me uncomfortable that I felt like I was lying to him, and I was afraid that when I told him the truth, especially now, it was going to ruin everything. This situation had gone from perfect to really complicated, really fast. Damn it, I should have known nothing was meant to be this good for this long.

  I looked up as he came out of the bathroom and smiled at me, leaning over and kissing me on the forehead. I turned over and sat up in the bed, leaning my back against the headboard. Now was not the time to tell him, especially since my brain was feeling really fuzzy from the wine and the sex. He walked around the bed, looking at me suspiciously before jumping in and scooting beside me.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just a bit drunk, that’s all.”

  “I can get you some water if you want some,” he said, rubbing the top of my head.

  “No, I’m okay,” I replied. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure,” he said happily.

  “Have you ever dated a girl with a dog?”

  “Oh, no,” he said, chuckling. “Why? Do you have a dog at your place?”

  “At my place?” I shook my head. “No, I don’t have a dog at my place. I was just curious.”

  In reality, I wasn’t lying. I didn’t have my own dog at my apartment. However, what I did have was a business centered around kenneling dogs, cats, and many other furry friends. I had a sanctuary where I went, and until I met him, they were my sounding board and the creatures that made me feel better anytime I was having a hard time.

  “So, tomorrow’s Sunday,” he said. “You want to have a lazy Sunday?”

  “Oh,” I said, feeling nervous. “I wish I could, but I have a whole lot of things I’ve been neglecting in my personal life. I think I’m going to take a ‘me’ day.”

  “Does a ‘me’ day mean I can’t call?”

  “No,” I said with a nervous laugh. “You can call.”

  “Good,” he said, satisfied with my answer. “For now, how about we switch on the television and see what’s on?”

  “Perfect,” I said, feeling a bit better that I could have some time to clear my head and think about this problem from a sober point of view.

  For that moment though, I snuggled up to Blaine and rested my head on his shoulder as he stopped the television on Demolition Man and sat excitedly watching. He was everything I wanted in a partner, but the fact that he hated animals was a huge issue for me. At the same time, I could see how the fact that I loved animals, and they were my life, would be a seriously huge issue for him. If it was just the fact that I was fond of dogs, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but I owned a business where I made dogs, and other cuddly creatures, my life’s work. I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to think it was possible that something like this could have such a massive impact on our relationship.

  I took a deep breath and snuggled down in the bed, deciding to put it out of my mind for that night and enjoy lying next to him in bed. I knew that there was a chance that this would be the last time I got to do this, and I wanted to remember exactly how amazing it really was.

  Chapter 17

  Blaine

  The sun was shining, it was an exceptionally gorgeous day outside, and I was shocked that I woke up without any hangover at all. For someone who helped down two bottles of wine and about half a case of beer, I assumed that I would feel like roadkill that morning. I walked around the house, whistling, and cleaning up from the night before. Reese was already gone, having left early that morning, and in a rather big hurry. She didn’t offer any explanation for the fact that she rushed out without even really saying goodbye, but I didn’t take it personally. I figured that she either had plans or it was something to do with her job.

  I stopped what I was doing and looked up, trying to remember what she actually did for a living. I knew she told me that she owned her own business, something she had started right after high school with her best friend, but I didn’t think she actually ever told me what kind of business it was. Either way, no matter what business a person owned, there were always unexpected things that occurred that forced the owner to rush off to take care of them. I shrugged my shoulders and continued cleaning up.

  It was going to be a long day if I didn’t keep myself busy, and since I rarely had time to really get in a good workout anymore, I figured that would be the first item of business on my agenda for the day. I loaded the dishwasher and threw on some tennis shoes, making my way to my home gym where I jumped on the treadmill and went to town, blasting the music through the house. Afterward, I headed over to the weight bench, realizing that I was going to need to start working out a little bit more. My arms were pretty weak these days. I had never been obsessed. I was never a gym rat, but I liked to stay in shape. It made my life easier.

  After the gym, I jumped into the shower and washed away the remnants of the night before, and all the sweat from my workout. The smell of my body wash filled the bathroom, waking me up further and adding to my happy-go-lucky mood. When I was done, fully dressed, and feeling clean, I headed out to the kitchen to make a smoothie and oatmeal for breakfast. I sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen and scrolled through my phone, looking at the different sensational headlines on the news. I closed out the news app and sent Reese a message, letting her know that I was thinking about her and seeing if she was having a good day.

  I continued through the day, deciding to catch up on some sports for a bit and just relax. I knew I had a ton of stuff I could catch up on with work, but I wasn’t quite ready to get to that yet. Staring at the television for a few hours definitely chilled out my mind, and before I knew it, it was lunchtime. I flipped off the TV and stood up, stretching high into the air and looking out at the Philly skyline. Reese crossed my mind, and I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone, realizing she never answered me back from earlier. I shrugged my shoulders and sent her another text before walking into my home office and sitting down behind the computer.

  I pulled up my emails, answered back several I hadn’t gotten to the week before, and started to catch up on some ordering I needed to make sure was completed. We had a new project getting underway soon, and some of the parts we used were on back order. It made me rethink the whole idea of building my own manufacturing plants instead of working through an outside source. I went to type a note to myself to look into it but was distracted as the low battery on the phone lit up the screen. There was still no answer back from Reese. I tried to shake the thought and continue on, but I was now completely distracted by that fact. I picked up my phone and looked at the messages I had sent her, making sure I hadn’t said anything offensive. They were both sweet and caring, and they were both marked as sent. I took in a deep breath and set my phone back on the table, shaking my head.

  I needed to focus on work, and I needed to get through the day without freaking out because Reese hadn’t answered me yet. For all I knew, she went home and crashed out, being hungover from all the alcohol she drank. Still, there was something about it that just wasn’t sitting right with me. I could feel a lump in my chest, and my intuition was telling me it was more than just a hangover or unexpected nap time. I tried to put it out of my mind several times, but finally, I just stopped working, sighing deeply and realizing I wasn’t going to feel better until I heard back from her. I picked up the phone and scrolled to her contact info, pressing the call button and holding it to my ear. It rang and rang in my ear, but shortly thereafter, it went to voicemail.

  “Hey, Reese,” I said, realizing I had no real plan if she didn’t answer. “It’s Blaine, and I was just calling to check in because I hadn’t heard back from you. Hope you are having a fabulous ‘me’ day. Call me back when you get this, or just shoot me a text so I know you’re okay.”

  I pressed the end b
utton and nodded my head, laying it back on the desk next to me. As soon as my fingers were poised over my keyboard, my phone started to ring. I jumped in excitement and grabbed it, fumbling it in my hands and almost dropping it on the floor. When it was solid in my grasp, I turned it around and looked down at the name on the screen. My happy face quickly faded away. It wasn’t Reese at all. It was Caleb. I tried not to be annoyed by it, but damnit, why wasn’t she calling me?

  “Hello,” I said dismally.

  “Well, you sound like a bag of sunshine,” Caleb said. “What’s wrong with you, dickhead?”

  “Nothing,” I sighed.

  “Bullshit,” Caleb replied. “Spill it.”

  “I thought you were going to be Reese,” I said. “She hasn’t texted me back or returned my call today.”

  “Uh oh,” Caleb said. “Did something happen last night?”

  “No, we had a blast together last night,” I said. “Then, after we had amazing, mind-blowing sex, she got a little distant, but I figured it was because she was drunk. She left in a hurry this morning, and I haven’t talked to her since.”

  “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Caleb said. “She probably had a mad hangover and raced out to go home and sleep. She’s probably still passed out and didn’t even see that you called. Either way, buddy, you need to relax.”