Falling In

by Hopkins, Andrea

  “Fuck, baby, I love it when you look like that. Like you want nothing more than my hands on you.”

  I groan as his hand moves back up to my sensitive breasts, rolling my nipple between his fingers, tugging it almost painfully hard before popping it inside his mouth, sucking the pain away.

  “Tell me, baby. Tell me only I can make you feel this way,” he says after releasing my nipple, only to move on to the other one. “Tell me,” he urges with my breast in his mouth, sending vibrations to my needing nipple.

  “Only you,” I breathe out. And with that declaration, he places his hands on my ass and stands up hastily, lifting me with him with ease. Then he gently lays me down onto the coffee table. I yelp from the rush of cold wood on my back.

  “That was the right answer. I think you deserve a reward.” He says, staring down at me with a smirk.

  “What kind of reward?”

  “The best kind. I’m going to eat your pussy like I’ve been starved for weeks. I’m going to re-claim what is mine, and make you remember why that is. I’m going to fuck you with my mouth and then my cock so hard, you’ll never forget whose pussy this belongs to.”

  My breathing goes haywire from his words, and my palms grow clammy. I can see it in his eyes. He means every word. He’s set on making me forget everyone else but him. He’s on a mission to remind me that it’s only him for me.

  He knows. Maybe not exactly what, but he knows something. But how? Am I really that transparent?

  Cole places his hands on my naked thighs, spreading them apart as wide as they can go, and then he just hovers over me for a few minutes, admiring my glistening pussy from all angles. He runs a finger up and down my open slit, teasing me before finally dipping down and making the same movements with his tongue. I prop up on my elbows and arch my back, shoving my pussy even closer to his face, needing more intensity, needing to find my release—fast.

  “Tell me I’m the only one who licks your pussy like this. Tell me I’m the only one who can make your body shudder uncontrollably with my tongue.” He commands as he assaults my clit, causing my body to do exactly what he says.

  “Only you,” I reply on a moan. “Oh god, Cole.”

  He hooks his arms under my legs, pulling me so close that I’m not even sure he can breathe. I can only see the top of his head, but damn, I can feel…everything. He flicks and sucks my clit, then rolls his tongue around it in circles, over and over again, until I’m smacking the table with my hands and bucking my hips, screaming his name. Digging his fingers into my thighs, effectively holding me in place, he rams his tongue inside me, sending me completely over the edge.

  “Fuck!” I scream out as my body convulses against his mouth. I’m still riding my orgasm when I hear the sound of a zipper, and without any time to recover, Cole thrusts into me. We both cry out from the welcome intrusion. Then he stills inside me and looks down into my eyes with a fierceness I’ve never seen before.

  “You’re mine.” He pulls almost all the way out. “This pussy is mine.” He whispers harshly before slamming his cock back into me, all the way to the hilt. I can only whimper a response, unable to form coherent words. He teases my core like this for what seems like forever, slowly moving out before shoving himself back in, until I’m begging him to fuck me harder.

  “Please, Cole.”

  “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll stop torturing you. I’ll fuck you however you want.”

  I know what he wants to hear. I mentally shake off the feeling that I’m somehow betraying Jake and summon the words. The words Cole needs to hear. The words that have always been true.

  “I’m yours. This pussy is yours. Only yours.” The last word comes out as a moan as he begins to pump into me, hard and fast. The sound of our skin slapping against each other fills the living room, along with our joined grunts and groans of satisfaction. He hooks my ankles around his neck, pushing deep inside me, and hits that special spot like he’s hitting the buzzer on the final round of a game show. I come loudly, squeezing my pussy tightly around his plunging cock, making him come right along with me.

  He releases my legs and collapses on top of me as I milk his cock for all it’s worth. We lay there catching our breaths, and neither one of us says a word. Cole finally sighs against my neck and pushes off the table, slipping out of me and sending chills down my body. But not in a good way. I watch him pull on his boxer briefs and right into his jeans.

  Is he leaving already?

  “Cole?”

  “I’ve gotta get back to work,” he says emotionless as he pulls his t-shirt over his head.

  I just stare at him in disbelief while he sits in front of me, not giving me even one glance while he puts his boots on. What the fuck?

  He stands up with his back still turned to me and lets out a deep breath before walking away from the table and right out the door.

  No goodbye.

  No kiss.

  No ‘I love you.’

  Not even a ‘thanks for the fuck.’

  Nothing.

  I haven’t felt this cheap and dirty since that night. The night my innocence was robbed from me by the one person who was supposed to protect me. I let the tears run freely down my face while I gather enough strength to get up. Once I do, I reach down and grab my robe, pulling it on quickly, needing to cover myself up immediately. I also pick up my phone off the floor. It must have gotten knocked off the table during that—whatever that was. It’s flashing from a new message. I unlock the screen as I walk up the stairs and see that it’s a text from Jake.

  Jake: You haven’t answered my text but I need to see you. So I’m just going to come over anyway.

  Text? What text? I scroll up and find one that had already been opened, but I don’t remember reading it.

  And then I remember. Shit.

  When I came downstairs earlier from the bath, thinking it was Jake coming inside, Cole was looking at my phone with that look I couldn’t decipher.

  Until now.

  Suspicion.

  I read the text that he saw first.

  Jake: Hey. I’m sorry I walked out on you. I shouldn’t have. You were being honest and I was being a jealous asshole. I’m sorry. Can I come back over? There’s something I need to tell you but I have to do it in person. Now…before I lose my nerve.

  Double Shit. Cole read that. I mean yeah, it doesn’t say anything about kissing or touching—thank goddess. But it implies some things. And Cole doesn’t even know Jake and I have been hanging out, although I’m sure he’s been thinking that we might have. Which could be the real reason why he came home early. He never comes home during his lunch hour.

  He thought he’d catch something. Which also explains his douchebaggery, and all of that demanding I’m his while he fucks me. He needed reassurance. He needed to reclaim me. Show me. Remind me.

  Fuck.

  I reread the texts and it hits me like a punch to the boob.

  Jake said he was going to come over.

  I run back downstairs, barging into the living room. I swallow the huge lump forming in my throat. I’m looking at what I feared wasn’t true. The curtains are wide open for the whole world to see inside. Specifically, someone who could be out on the front porch. Possibly after seeing Cole’s truck, he decided that maybe he would peek in for the hell of it. Curiosity.

  Triple shit.

  Fuck.

  Did he see? Did he even come over? Maybe after seeing Cole’s truck, he just went back inside the house. It’s possible, and probably more likely to have happened.

  I’ll just text him.

  Evie: Hey. I just got your messages. Sorry. Cole came home for lunch. Did you come over?

  I wait.

  And wait.

  I sit on the damn couch for an hour. Nothing.

  Shit times four.

  ***

  I’ve got about a good ten minutes now before the kids come home. I’m pacing back and forth by the front door, so damn nervous I’m shaking. I don’t know if I can go outsi
de and face him. Something is up. I know it is. I can feel it. It’s been hours since I texted him. I’ve called him three times, leaving three different voicemails. And I’ve yet to receive anything back. He’s gone completely silent.

  This is ridiculous. I’m being ridiculous. I just need to put on some big girl panties and walk out this door.

  With a deep breath, I place my hand on the knob and turn, feeling the warm air hit my face as I step through the doorway. I know he’s not outside before I even glance over to his house. The connection isn’t there. It’s as if we’re out of range, too far away to feel each other. I sit on the steps and bring my knees to my chest, close my eyes, and just concentrate on breathing while the sun begins to calm my frazzled nerves.

  Until I hear it.

  The opening and slamming of a door. My eyes instantly go to him. My body comes alive: my heart speeds up and my skin prickles and heats, while my newly calmed breathing turns haggard. My eyes are locked on him like an expert sniper. And I know he can feel it, from the way his body tensed once he stepped through that door, to the clenching of his hands and tick of his jaw. But still, our connection doesn’t mean shit if he won’t even look my way, no matter how much I try to will it to happen.

  The bus pulls up between our houses, breaking my gaze for the first time since he came outside. Our kids are the last to come off, Dyl first, then Cady and Ben behind him. Dylan comes running up to me.

  “Hey Mom, can Ben come over for a little while?” he asks, as Ben and Cady give me hopeful looks.

  “Umm—”

  I look over at Jake and finally meet his eyes. The playfulness that is usually there has been replaced with anger in its purest form. He shakes his head slightly before returning his eyes elsewhere—anywhere but on me.

  I release a sigh before answering my puppy dog-faced children. “Not today, okay? But maybe tomorrow.” Doubtful, but I’m not going to tell my kids that.

  After a chorus of “Ah mans,” they make their way inside, Cady lingering a bit with Ben before he turns and runs to Jake. I stand there like an idiot looking at him, hoping, waiting for him to look at me before he goes back inside. Well, the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ definitely comes to mind, because he did look back at me—but it was so cold, it froze me on the spot, sending chills down my body. If looks could kill is right on. That one look felt like a vicious stab to the heart. I think I may have even stopped breathing for a moment. I was still standing there long after he went inside. Until Cole pulled up. I turn my body to face his truck, watching him climb out and take each step that brings him closer to where I’m standing.

  He stops right in front of me. I can feel the tears welling up, right on the edge of falling, of releasing every fucked up emotion I’ve felt all day.

  Cole must see it, because his eyes soften. “Evie,” he says on a sigh, hopelessly and maybe a little exasperated.

  A single tear falls down my cheek, but before another can fall, I’m pulled into his warm and safe arms. My protector. He squeezes me tightly, like he’s afraid I’ll bolt away at any moment. But right now, I don’t think I ever will. Ever could. He feels like home. And right now, after the twisted day I’ve had, I just want to forget everything that has happened between Jake and I and just go home. “Let’s go inside, okay?” he whispers into my hair.

  “Okay.”

  ***

  Jake

  Jesus Christ, I need to punch something again.

  But that’s not going to happen with Ben in the next room, drinking chocolate milk.

  Fuuuuuck, I was not ready to see her. And to see that wounded look on her face, her timid and scared, beautiful fucking face…

  No.

  She doesn’t get to be upset. She doesn’t get to look like I just kicked her fucking puppy. I get to look like that. I wasn’t the one that fucked her boyfriend thirty fucking minutes after fooling around with someone else. Fooling around with me. God, and I was going to tell her I loved her today. I’m such an idiot. A fucking lovesick-pussy-ass-idiot.

  I yank on my hair again, probably pulling some of it out from how many times I’ve done the same thing in the last few hours. Ever since I saw her. I can’t get the image out of my mind. It’s like it’s seared into my retinas. That body—that perfect, naked body, laid out on the table for all to see. Open for the taking. Only, I wasn’t the one taking. I stood there and watched him touch every part of her. Like those perky little breasts that I’ve been dreaming of caressing. I almost did a few hours ago, until he fucked everything up. I knew I shouldn’t have left earlier. If I hadn’t, he would’ve most likely caught us together, which means we finally could’ve had it out. Get it all out in the open.

  I would’ve claimed my love.

  Jesus, I sound like fucking Colin Firth right now. Whatever. She would’ve been forced to make a choice, or he would’ve flipped out. But either way, she quite possibly could’ve been in my arms—or bed—at this very moment, and what happened between them would not have happened. She’d be mine.

  Maybe.

  Anything is better than what’s happening right now. I’m sitting on the couch with my eyes closed and my fists clenched like I’m about to jump up and pop someone. Basically the same position I’ve been in since—well, you know.

  I really need to start boxing again.

  Fuck. It doesn’t even matter if my eyes are open or closed. All I see is her with him. Trailing down her curvy body, spreading her legs when he gets to her sweet spot. And hot damn, did it look sweet. I bet it tasted like vanilla cupcakes. Exactly how she smells. And that look…that look of pure ecstasy when she came. Her face was flushed with the perfect shade of pink, and she had this small smile that just radiated total fulfillment. She’d never looked so beautiful. But it wasn’t for me. It wasn’t with me. It was by sheer force of will that I left before I saw what was coming next. That would be a whole other kind of torture. I don’t think I could take watching him claim what should be mine. It’s bad enough to imagine it, to assume that it’s happening. I do not need to see it. I start rubbing the area over my heart. Something I’ve also been doing since ‘the incident.’ I’m having some weird form of heartburn or something.

  Whatever it is, it fucking hurts.

  “Uncle Jake?” I look up to find Ben staring at me with a concerned look on his face. Shit. “Are you okay? You look weird.” he says, walking over and sitting right in front of me on the coffee table.

  “Yeah, kid, I’m fine. I just have heartburn or something.” I try to sound convincing, but I’m not sure it worked. I hope like hell it did, though.

  “Your heart hurts?”

  “What? No. I mean—well, yeah. Sort of, I guess.”

  He doesn’t say anything for a minute. Just looks like he’s contemplating something. What, I have no idea.

  “Is it because of Miss Evie?”

  “What?” I think my eyes just bulged out of my head. What. The. Hell?

  “Miss Evie, you know Cady and Dyl’s mom? I don’t know. It’s just, um—you guys are always smiling at each other. And I saw you hugging and holding hands once. You look like me when I look at Cady.”

  “And how’s that?”

  “Like you love her.”

  He just shrugs like it’s no big deal. Damn, is this kid seven or twenty-seven? I forget how perceptive he is. He’s quiet, but he sees everything. It’s always the quiet ones you’ve gotta keep an eye on. Shit. I’ve got no one else to talk to, might as well use the one person that’s here for me, regardless if he’s a second grader.

  “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

  “But she’s with Cady’s dad.”

  “Yep, that would be the problem.”

  He pauses again before bestowing an answer on my poor, dumb-ass self.

  “Does she love you back?”

  Now it’s my turn to shrug. “I think so. Sometimes. But honestly, I don’t really know.”

  “That is a problem.”

  “You’re telling me, k
id.”

  Again he goes silent, and actually taps his finger to his lips while he works this all out in his head. Or at least I’m hoping that’s what he’s doing. Yeah, I’m a great uncle. Depending on my seven-year old nephew to sort out my love life.

  “I think you need to go over to their house when Mr. Cole isn’t home and tell her you love her.”

  “Yeah, I tried that earlier. It didn’t work out so well.”

  “Do you love her?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then you try again and again until it works. But if it doesn’t, I’m sure we can find another mom for you.” He pats me on the shoulder after he gets up. A pity pat. Then he sits down next to me and turns on the TV, changing it to Disney XD. So, for the next hour, we watch The Ultimate Spiderman while I think about what Ben said.

  Maybe this little dude is right. I just need to keep trying, because in the end, I fucking love that girl. And that’s all that matters, right?

  Of course, that’s all good and well until that damn image of Cole going down on her pops right back into my head.

  And now I’m pissed off all over again.

  Fuck.

  I’m so fucked.

  ***

  Evangeline

  Well, it’s looking like tonight will be another glorious sleepless night. I’m lying on my side, facing Cole, watching his chest rise and fall and thanking goddess he’s asleep. Tonight was awkward, at best. The unsaid words just lingered around us, the tension so thick I had to leave the room every twenty minutes, fearing that I would choke or worse, breakdown and speak what I am sure he already knows. At this point, we’re both just waiting with bated breath for one of us to pull the cord. Of course we put on a great show for the kids. I’m positive that they don’t suspect anything is wrong. I hope not, at least.