by Pamela Ann
So, in my champagne/tequila/vodka muddled head, I was owning Bass. Ah, being drunk, it’s the best way to dream!
These girls that were introduced to me by Bass earlier were actually fun, a dumdum kind of fun. All they talk about was Hollywood, plastic surgery, gossip and hot men. In my semi-coherent state, I don’t remember their names and yet I’ve been hanging out with them for two hours or so, I think. I just call them (in my head) the pretty blonde, hot brunette, so-so redhead and goldilocks.
My gurgling laughter died when my eyes darted across the club and saw a girl trying to get Bass’s attention. I didn’t think twice before I got up and excused myself and strode towards the ‘close’ duo. The woman looked like some hot vamped up Latina and the more I got closer, she was a knock-out. I fumed and stopped right in between them.
“Emma,” Bass uttered, a little surprised that I was being bold towards him.
“Dance with me Bass,” I ordered and grabbed his hand.
The vamped up woman pulled my hand away from holding Bass’s.
Nah, uh.
She. Just. Did. Not. Do. That! “Bitch! Back the fuck off! He’s mine!”
The stupid bitch smile, “No, he’s not. He’s single. I know this because we hooked up two nights ago.”
Sunday, the night where Carter handed me my phone back. The stupid bitch looked smug as hell when she saw how her words affected me.
Stupid bitch can go fuck herself! “Choose, Bass. It’s her or me.” I started tapping my foot again as I simmered some more. What if Bass chooses her? Ah, fuck. I didn’t think that far!
Before Bass could answer, the stupid bitch spoke, “Who the hell are you? Are you like some random psycho who wants to get it on with an actor? I think you should start with the Z-list ones and not head straight like a piranha with the A-listers.”
I was about to retaliate when Bass pulled me towards the dance floor, but before he did, he managed to holler at the stupid bitch, “Don’t ever talk to me again, Cassandra. Emma is not on any alphabetical list. She is on The List.”
Bass took me to the other side of the dance floor, and shoved me up against the wall. I knew the music was thumping but I had no clue what song was on or that there were a lot of people around us. The dance floor was packed, but all I noticed was Bass’s searing, blistering gaze.
“I think you should stop with the Mojitos, Emma. You’re clearly wasted already.”
I sneered, yes, I certainly did. “Well, if you weren’t busy flirting with all the women here, I wouldn’t have made a scene.”
He leaned closer, both hands on the sides of my head, as he whispered in my ear, “You’re off limits, Emma. You made it that way.” His hot breath made me shiver. I closed my eyes and devoured his scrumptious aroma.
God, help me. I didn’t know anymore.
Bass pressed his hot body on mine, his heart beating erratically against mine. I moved closer and nestled my nose on his neck. My nose slid up and down and I felt him shiver. Since I was going crazy, I went even further. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked the base of his neck and stopped in the middle and bit into it while my hand went inside his shirt and clawed his back, wanting him close.
“Emma…you’re killing me here,” Bass spoke in between hissing and moaning.
“How do you like it Bass? Hard and rough? Nice and slow? Or fast and delirious?” I whispered against his ear.
Yep! I am past drunk. This was ludicrous.
Bass groaned as he pushed his hardened state on my hips. “I want you… I want all of you. I want your hot body on my bed, wide open and ready. Your cunt will be annihilated. Your sweet little pussy will be destroyed. I will not stop until your tight pussy is ravaged and weeping with wetness…and you screaming for me to stop because you couldn’t take anymore.”
Need I say that my silk thong was soaked? Need I say that I am going bat-shit crazy with horniness?
“Bass…I want you.”
Bass pulled a bit away from me, body still connected to mine, while his eyes pierced mine. His azure eyes darkened as his saw my overtly wanton face.
“Be with me, then, Emma. Just say the word and I’m yours.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Nor will I ever be ready to be yours. With Carter, it’s lust and love. But with Bass, it’s lust…and…the entire goddamn dictionary. It’s complex and enthralling but it frightens me. I don’t know if I would ever be ready for that kind of terrifying possession.
He bit his bottom lip then looked to his right as he processed what I just told him. Bass huffed out a breath. Composing himself, he gave me a bright smile, “I just had to try one more time, I guess.” He gave me a quick peck and grabbed my hand, “Come on! Let’s go and join our party.”
And so we did party. The entire time Bass avoided touching me. When other random girls came up to get a picture with him, he obliged them. When they wanted to dance with him, he gladly went. When they flirted and touched him, he didn’t stop them. And so, the jealous biatch that I am (but have no fucking right to be) lavished on some delicious Mojitos. I wanted get drunk and just pass the fuck out. I didn’t want to think about Bass anymore. Of course, it was short-lived, but it was worth it.
“Can you manage to get out of the car?” Bass opened his door, stopping before getting out and asked me. We were back at his house and parked right outside his four-car garage door.
I just groaned. “Suure, I’m a pro. Just you watch.” Well, I haven’t been this drunk ever in my life, but sure? Why the hell not? It’s only walking, right?
I opened the door and stepped right out and my head started to spin. Whoops! I leaned over the hood of his sports car and took off my shoes. The engine was hot on my butt and I just wanted to stay there awhile. It felt good, I sighed satisfyingly. Drunk, tired, confused and so messed up, I laid my body back on top of the hot-hooded engine. I smiled as I closed my eyes. Yes, this feels definitely better.
I heard Bass’s footsteps and he stopped before me, somewhere close. He cleared his throat, “Em, you can’t sleep there. That’s not a bed.” Bass was clearly amused.
Whatever, go away! “I don’t like you right now, Bass-boy, Bass-kill, Bass-hole, Bass-tard!” I mumbled but cracked a small smile.
Since my legs were slightly parted, Bass swiftly planted himself in between them while both of his hands caressed my legs. Ah, damn it! “I love this drunk you. It’s very entertaining.”
Blah, whatever, just stop touching my legs will you…not?
I bucked when his hands went higher and his thumbs caressed the inner lining of my thong. Sweet…sweet mother of mercy…
“Can I kiss you?” Bass whispered to me. That certainly made my eyes snap open.
Oh.
Hell.
No.
…Yes?
Since I didn’t have the guts to look at him, I stared at the twinkling stars above me. Possibly asking for my mind back…or forgiveness? I wasn’t too sure. “Um, I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?”
“Not those lips, Emma.”
I think…I just lost my ability to breathe.
Did he just ask me…
If…
He could go down on me?
His thumb was now slowly lifting the side bands of my underwear. “Emma,” Hearing my name uttered from Bass’s lips with such raw intensity became my undoing. I let out a loud moan when both of his thumbs caressed my soaked mound.
“God, your cunt is drowned in your hot juices,” Bass hissed as his thumb slid up and down my folds while the other thumb rubbed my nub. I bit my lip and whimpered. Imagine my shock when he completely took those sinful thumbs away. I sat up, dazed and confused. My world stopped spinning when I found his eyes.
Bass gave me a devilish smile while he traced his thumb on his lips and licked it.
I swallowed. Hell, could he be any sexier?
“I want more of those succulent juices, Emma.”
Speechless, I stared agog. I stuck out my tongue and licked my sudden dry li
ps.
I want to…God, I wanted to say yes. But I can’t. Carter.
“You know I can’t, Bass.”
He grazed his thumb on the tip of my bottom lip. “You’re such a sweet temptation. You just have enough mixture of sweetness and feistiness. I can’t help but desire you.”
I touched his and cradled his palm and kissed it inside. “I like you too much, Bass. I feel what you feel. But in a twisted way, my heart is with Carter.”
“If Carter is the one that makes you happy then I wish you all the happiness, Emma.”
Why did I have the urge to cry? It felt like someone was pressing down on my chest and I was having a hard time breathing.
Out of the blue, Bass plucked me off of the hood and carried me towards the house. I was grateful that he did because I don’t have the energy to climb the stairs.
Once we got to his bedroom, he slowly undressed me. “Bass, I don’t know about this.”
“I won’t cop a feel, I promise. I just want you to feel comfortable, is that agreeable to you?” His eyes sought mine and I fought back the urge to capture his lips.
When my dressed was finally off me, I forgot to warn him that I didn’t have a bra on. The dress didn’t need me to wear one since it already had its built-in support.
Bass’s eyes became dilated and my nipples tightened at his scrutiny. “Bass? Can you hand me a shirt?”
He snapped out of funk and cleared his throat, mumbling an apology.
Once I was safe in the confines of the large cotton shirt, I slid inside his bed. I was tired and all I wanted to do was sleep.
After five minutes of not hearing any commotion, I sat on the bed and found Bass sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Baffled, I got off the bed and moved towards him. “Hey, what’s upsetting you?”
Bass shook his head. “I don’t think it’s wise to sleep next to you. I don’t trust myself not to touch you any further with what little you have on.”
Well, I knew he wouldn’t have sex with unless I chose him–and only him, so it was irrelevant if he slept in the same bed with me or not.
I tried to pull him up, but didn’t succeed. He stood up, held me and we fell on the bed together. He immediately nuzzled my neck in a ticklish way and I started laughing like a little kid.
That was all, and well, until his hand skimmed downwards, cupped my ass and squeezed it. I moaned when he softly bit my earlobe. HELL.
”Bass…no…”
His hands were drawing close inside my thighs. I wanted him to touch me so bad I felt like I was dying but I knew this couldn’t happen.
Not like this.
So, I took charge and rolled on top of him. “Let’s go to sleep. Playtime’s over.”
“The best and strongest attraction is unspoken…it’s that crazy chemistry where you don’t have to say a word.”
- Author Unknown
25
Bass nodded and got off the bed. He shifted his pants and from what I could see, he was hard. “I’m going to get us some water. I’ll be back.”
I dramatically sighed and let my back fall on the bed. If I thought my life was complicated before, I should think again. I looked over on the side table to check what time it was. Four-forty-five it said. I had to go see my parents before I go back to school.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Bass strolled in with a glass of ice water and handed it to me. He looked mighty serious. I bet he’s thinking that I’m a major tease or something along the lines. Or maybe he’s thinking…nothing.
“Thanks.”
I downed half of the glass before Bass took it and placed it on his bedside table. Without taking off his clothes, he lied next to me, pulling me to his chest. I heard him huff out a long sigh again he started to stroke my hair. Since I didn’t know what to say, I kept my mouth shut…as did he.
After ten minutes or so, he shifted to lie on his side, facing my body. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me close to him. I could feel his heartbeat vibrating against my chest. I kissed his neck and left my lips and nose there, nicely tucked.
No words were spoken…but we knew what was going on.
It was goodbye.
We fell asleep like this, holding each other.
No words were needed.
I woke up after an hour later from the uncomfortable position that I was in. When I tried to move away, Bass’s arms immediately released me. He was clearly in a deep coma. After the kind of night we had, I wasn’t surprised.
I stared at his sleeping face and felt my heart lurch and constrict. I am one confused woman. Loving one man and lusting/caring for another. I wanted to touch his face and caress it. I wanted to kiss those full lips of his and feel it their soft warmth, but I didn’t. I didn’t need another reason to muddy my mind up even more.
Sliding off the bed, I strode towards the foot of the bed where my thong and dress lie abandoned. The once soaked thong was now dry and I was thankful because it would’ve been uncomfortable to wear and I clearly didn’t need another reminder what I’d been up to all night.
With another lingering glance from Bass, I left his room. Sure enough, my keys were on the foyer table. I was surprised to even see my clutch and shoes were there too. Didn’t I leave my purse and shoes outside next to Bass’s car last night? He probably went to go and fetch them before he came back upstairs with ice water last night.
Putting my shoes on, I silently left his house. I strode towards my car and slid inside. I thanked my lucky stars that Bass had one of those automatic gates that had sensors which only opened for outgoing cars.
Joining the traffic of 101 Freeway and to the 118 W, my thoughts were troubled. I still had about an hour and forty minutes, give or take, before I got to my parent’s house to sort out my brain.
After a little over of two hours, I finally arrived. I sighed with relief when I turned into my parent’s lemon tree-lined winding driveway. I parked on the opposite side of the house because I didn’t plan to stay long. With my keys in hand, I strolled towards the Spanish-styled home. It was eight-thirtyish and my parents would be up and about already.
I was greeted by the smell of pancakes and I followed the smell like a hypnotized person. My stomach growled, loudly.
“Hi, Mom, Dad and Aunt Gem,” I greeted the trio who were about to eat by the looks of it.
My parent’s face looked at me odd. What?
“Where did you come from? Why are you all dolled up?” My mom asked with a worried expression on her face.
Oh, that! I forgot I was dressed in my clothes from last night.
“Yeah, about that, that’s what I came here to talk about.” I did wear this get-up to meet with Martin last night, so it was connected.
“You look stunning, darling,” My aunt Gemma came over and gave me a quick hug and pulled me towards the table and made me sit. In an instant, she placed three pancakes, three strips of bacon and three sausages. I smirked. I seriously forgot she has a thing for threes. Yup, she does everything in threes. She said it brings good luck, but I’m not too sure about that. I think it was just a habit that was hard to break for her.
“Where’s baby Joey?” I asked and saw my parent’s strolled to join aunt Gemma and I in the table.
“He’s in school, dear,” Aunt Gem responded before she took a bite of her pancakes.
I knew my parents were extremely worried now when Dad sat to my right next and Mom 0n the left. The last time they did this was the time when Lewis blurted out that he was leaving to study at Harvard. My parents sat me down and told me that I didn’t have to follow my boyfriend just because he was studying in another state. The funny thing was I didn’t even consider it. Sure, I thought about it, why shouldn’t I? But I knew following with my first love wasn’t the answer to my future.
“Spill it now, Em, you’re killing us here when you don’t speak up.” Mom pressed her lips as she stared at me, waiting.
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“You’re to be an actress, Emma?” Aunt Gemma asked but with a big smile forming on her lips.
After a few silent moments, both mom and dad cackled like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. I looked at both of them, baffled. Okay…were they laughing at me? Did they think I was joking?
When they both finished, mom and dad wiped their eyes. Laughing tears, great.
Dad spoke first. “And here we were thinking you were going to tell us you were pregnant or something.” My dad pulled me close and kissed my head. “You’re going to do great, kiddo. How did you manage to nab this role? You didn’t mention you were planning to be an actress.”
“Well, I wasn’t. The role was handed to me on a silver platter and I couldn’t pass it up. I really do think this it for me…to be an actress, I mean.”
Mom squeezed me tight. “I’m so proud of you, kiddo. Now, what’s the storyline about? A Lombardo film you said? I bet it will easily get an Oscar, don’t you think so, honey?” She looked towards my father and he gave her a great smile.
Clearly, they were still so in love. It was gross and at the same time endearing to me. I have my mother’s striking blonde hair and blue eyes, but I have my dad’s personality. You could say I was a daddy’s girl while growing up. I suppose, I still am.
“It’s about a married woman who cheats on her husband. When the husband finds out, he beats his wife up. When her lover finds out and sees her bruised, cut-up body, he kills the husband. The lover straps the dead body on the hook of a speed boat and dumps him in the Atlantic Ocean where he’s fed to the sharks.
It was much more than that but I gave them a quick summary. “Wow, that’s a pretty gritty story line.” Mom said as she took a quick sip of her coffee.
“Yes, it is but a bit on the erotic side too.” That…both got their attention again.