by Amber Lacie
"Always me, beautiful, always me. Never anyone else."
"Never." His fingers slide in and out of my pussy. Leaning down, he softly kisses my clit. His tongue swirls around my knot of nerves while his fingers curl and hit my nerves at lightning speed.
My back arches, my body is damp with sweat, and I lose control. Who am I kidding? I never had control. "Ahh! Theron!" My orgasm spreads through my body, consuming me. Slowing his fingers, he drags every last bit of my orgasm out of me and I revel in it. His fingers still, and my body twitches around them.
He slides his finger out and I feel an emptiness at the loss of his touch. His swirling eyes look up at me. I watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, making sure to consume every drop of my orgasm. He's fucking amazing.
Lifting me by my hips, he places me farther back on the bed. He's hovering over me on his hands and knees. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his face down towards mine. His lips are warm and salty from sweat mixed with my release. His love wraps me in a cocoon. I feel his hand move as he breaks the kiss and I look up. He stares into my eyes while he strokes himself before rubbing my clit with the tip of his hard cock. Watching him touch himself is so incredibly erotic.
A sexy grin spreads across his face. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream." Slamming his cock into my pussy, he lets out a moan. "Fuck!"
"Ahh!"
"You ready, beautiful?"
“Yes.”
He bends my knees and pushes them up to my chest. Resting his hands on the back of my thighs, he spreads my legs wider. He thrusts in and out of me, never taking his hands off my thighs. All his weight is hammering into my core. It's so deep, it's almost painful.
"Fuck!" I'm at his mercy and I enjoy every second of it. He slams into me again. My insides are building into a frenzied knot. Pulling his cock out of me, he grabs me by my waist and flips me over onto my stomach.
"Spread your legs." I do as he says, but I get a smack on my ass, making me moan. "Wider."
SMACK!
I spread my legs as wide as I can. Placing a hand on the base of my neck, he pushes me into the mattress. He braces himself with his other hand on my back, his fingers wrapping around my side. Theron slowly slides into me. I can feel every inch of him.
"You are so wet, baby. You feel like silk wrapped around my cock." He stills for a minute before picking up speed and ramming back into me. My walls clench around him. It's so rough, almost animalistic. I can hear his breath rough and fast in my ears. There's no way I can hold on. I'm absolutely lost with him.
"Ahh! Theron!" My orgasm hits me hard, sending my mind spiraling out of control. "Oh. My. Fucking. God. Yes!"
Tightening his grip around my neck, he increases his pace. He's relentless. "Oh, Fuck! Eve!" My walls spasm around him as I feel the warmth of his release filling me. His body collapses on top of mine completely covering me.
Gently pulling himself out of me, he rolls to his side. He wraps his arm around me pulling me into him. "Baby. There are no words."
I shake my head in agreement. Running my fingers through his damp locks, I push them out of his face. My hand skims his jawline, his dark stubble soft under my fingertips. Catching my thumb, he holds it to his mouth, kissing it. I softly smile.
My heart is completely filled with love for him. I never thought I could love someone so intensely, and so completely. Closing my eyes, I press my head to his chest. He rests his chin on my forehead as I listen to his heartbeat. "I love you, Theron."
"Beautiful, you have no idea what those words do to me. I've waited so long to be loved, and to be seen for who I am. I constantly have this dream where I fall in love with an angel who makes me feel needed and wanted. She makes me feel loved. You are that angel. I love you with everything that I am. I'm so incredibly lucky to hold you in my arms. I am never letting go. I am keeping you." Tears fall from the corner of my eyes as I tightly squeeze him and nuzzle into his chest.
Waking up with the smell of Theron wrapped around me, I open my eyes, but I find myself alone. His smell lingers on his pillow, and I bury my face in it taking a deep breath.
Stretching, I sit up. I feel completely worn out. It's a great feeling. I notice a pain pill and a glass of water sitting beside my sling. I roll my eyes as I pop the pill into my mouth and chase it down with the glass of water.
My clothes have been neatly folded and are lying on top of the dresser. Grabbing my clothes, I head to the bathroom to freshen up and fix my hair. I've just finished putting on my lip-gloss when I hear a light tapping on the bathroom door.
"Come in."
Theron opens the door and takes a seat on the countertop. "How are you feeling? Is your hand sore at all?"
"A little. I took the pills you left me." I step between his legs, lay my hands on his knees, and run my palms up his thigh. It's like I'm under a spell and I have no control of my movements. I have to touch him, feel him.
"Beautiful?"
"Hmmm?" Fingers grasp my chin and bring my face to his. I melt into him as his soft lips press into mine. I've lost the ability to speak, but I want him to know how much I love and need him, so I pour myself into the kiss. His hands weave and wind into my hair. Tilting my head back, he breaks the kiss.
"I love you too." Softly placing a kiss to my forehead, he pulls me into his arms. His embrace swaddles me, capturing me in the moment, and making me want to stay there forever. "I was wondering if you were ever going to wake. You were sleeping so soundly, I thought you might sleep through the night."
"I can't help it. You wore me out."
"I noticed. It wasn't my idea, but how can I say no to you?"
Looking up into his eyes, I give him my best come-hither look. "You can't."
Theron tilts his head back, releasing a booming laugh. "You amaze me. Are you hungry? I was thinking we could eat some dinner. I kind of worked up an appetite."
"I could eat."
"Great. Your mom called a couple of times looking for you, so you may want to give her a call."
"Okay." I take a step back to give him some room and he jumps down. Our bodies are standing so close together, the electricity between us is undeniable. He holds his hand out for me, and a tingling sensation ripples across my skin as I place my hand in his. I follow him as he leads me through the kitchen to the couch in front of the fireplace.
"Sit." My body complies with his demands without thought.
He hands me my phone. "Call your mom."
Looking at my phone, I see I have three text messages and they are all from Kayla. Deciding to check them later, I give my mom a call.
"Hey, sweetie. Everything okay? How's your hand? What did they say? I talked to Robert a little bit this morning, and he assured me Theron was taking good care of you, but if you need me I'll come there, or maybe you could come here. When do you see the doctor? What kind of medicine did they give you for pain?"
Who knew my mom was an interrogator for the FBI? She must be some kind of mutant human. I don't think she is breathing between questions. Holding my phone away from me, I look over at Theron. He gives me a confused look. I tap the hold icon on the phone and start laughing.
"Can't you hear her? She hasn't taken one breath since she answered the phone. I'm adding this to my list of 'Things that are not a thing'. Number one hundred two; having a normal phone conversation with my mother."
"Wait, there's an actual list?"
"Well, I've never actually written them down, but it exists." Theron laughs at me as I tap the mute button once more and put the phone back to my ear. "Mom. Are you done?" She doesn't answer me, instead she just continues with her barrage of questions. "How can I answer or explain anything if you won't give me a chance?"
"Fine. What happened?"
"I broke my hand. Theron had Evan take us to the hospital. I had an x-ray taken and it turns out I have a boxer's break in my hand. They gave me some Vicodin and an anti-inflammatory. Everything is fine now."
"Everything is not fine, Evelyn. Did y
ou get a cast?"
"No, just a splint."
"Robert told me you hit Theron's father. Is this true?"
"It's complicated." I know this answer won't pacify her detective side, but I can hope.
"No, it isn't. You either hit him or you didn't. Which is it?"
"Yes, I hit him. There, now you have all the information." Twirling my hair in my fingers, I stand and start pacing around the room.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you hit him? Quit playing games with me. You will not avoid this conversation young lady, now answer me."
"Fine, he insulted Theron's grandma. For some reason, I decided the best way to defend her was hitting him in the jaw. Unfortunately, I don't know how to hit, and I ended up breaking my hand. I do believe I got my point across, though. Theron made him leave and then took me to the hospital. I don't know what my reasoning was. It was just an automatic reaction."
"I see. What I don't understand is why his father would be over there causing problems. It's his family. I would think he would want the best for them."
"I thought so too, but I was wrong. Listen, Mom, I'm okay, but I'm really hungry. We are going to eat some dinner and head to bed. I have work in the morning."
"How do you expect to work?"
"Theron already helped me with tomorrow's logs, so I'll have a head start. It will be fine. I'm sure my boss will understand."
"Alright, if you think that's best, then I won't argue with you. I love you, Eve. Now, go enjoy your dinner."
"Okay. I love you too. Bye mom." I hit end call and look over at Theron in shock.
"What happened? You look like you have seen a ghost."
"No, not a ghost, but I'm in shock. My mom just told me she won't argue with me. Get a pen and write that down with the date and time. We need to record that as a first."
Laughing Theron says, "I'll get right on that."
I look back down at my phone as Theron gets up and walks into the kitchen. "I have three texts from Kayla."
"About what?"
"I don't know. I guess I'll find out."
"I know it's snowing out, but I thought maybe we could grill some chicken."
"It's snowing?"
"It's more of a rain, snow mix. It's raining slush." He shrugs his shoulders as I turn to look at him. It’s typical Chicago region weather. I'm starting to despise winter, or is it spring? Whatever it is, I hate it.
"Babe, please don't mention the 'S' word."
"What should I call it then? Because that's exactly what it is."
"Weather that shall not be named."
"I'm pretty sure that's Lord Voldemort."
"No, Voldemort is he that shall not be named."
"Right." Rolling his eyes, he turns around and starts prepping dinner. "So, what did Kayla have to say?"
I look down at my screen and glance at the three rather long texts. At first, she's asking about my hand and seeing if I need any help with work. I love her. She is my best friend. As I'm reading her text messages, my mood quickly changes from happy to confused.
What the hell is she going on about? She's saying, I sent Anne a message in the work chat telling her not to come in tomorrow and she won't be needed back. What the hell? I haven't talked to Anne since I saw her at the meeting. Besides I'm not management. I can’t let people go. Something is off.
I send her a quick text explaining I have no clue what she's talking about and another one to Anne to see what is going on.
"This can't be right." Chewing the inside of my cheek, I start trying to recall my last conversation with Anne. The last thing I knew was she was passed over for the management position that Bridgette took.
"What's not right?"
"Kayla said Anne got let go, and that I'm the one that sent the message, but I didn't. I sent them both a text trying to figure out what's going on."
The light bulb above my head turns on. If it's a work chat, then I can view the message.
Sitting down at the dining room table, I turn my laptop on and login to my work program. It takes a couple minutes for everything to load up, so I run my hands through my hair as I wait. I need to figure this out quick.
The chat box pops up on the screen and I open my messages folder. It's empty. Besides a few messages I sent to Bridgette regarding some accounts, and the random messages I sent to Kayla, there's nothing here from, or to Anne.
Grabbing my phone, I send Kayla another message explaining how there's nothing in my chat. Worry is now eating away at my thoughts. I'm using my fork to move my food around on my plate. Theron was sweet enough to stand in the slush to grill us some chicken, but I can't bring myself to eat much of it.
"I'm not sure what's going on, but you have to eat, beautiful. I'm sure there’s an explanation. When you get to work tomorrow, talk to your boss and find out what's happening."
He doesn't look up from his plate, not even when he calls me beautiful. Is he doubting me, or is he hiding his eyes from me? Not saying anything, I take a bite of my chicken. It's delicious, but I'm not getting the full enjoyment from it.
I check my phone for what's probably the fourth time, still no reply from Kayla or Anne. I have service so I don't understand what the issue is.
I'm clearing the table after dinner, when Theron stops me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Stop." He takes the plates from my hands, setting them in the sink. "Chewing on your cheek and worrying about this isn't going to help. I want you to go take a hot shower and relax for a little bit. Gram has some work I need to tend to, but it shouldn’t take me too long."
"Okay."
Spinning me in his arms, he gently takes ahold of my broken hand. "Do you need me to wrap this for you?"
"No, I'll be fine. I'll keep it out of the water, I promise."
He places a soft kiss on my forehead before he returns to clearing up our mess.
It's dark as I reach my hand out to feel for Theron, but his side of the bed hasn't been touched. I grab my phone, swiping the screen to see what time it is. It's a little after midnight. I can't imagine what kind of work with his Gram would keep him this late. Maybe she's hurt again. I quickly dismiss the thought. I don't want the idea to take root and cause me any more worry.
Beside my phone, I notice some pills lying next to a glass of water. I know he's at least been here to check on me. It offers me a little comfort, but not much. I take the pills gulping them down with the water. I try wiggling my fingers, they feel better, but they are still very sore.
Laying my head back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling, it doesn't take long for the medicine to kick in and I drift back to sleep.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm. Sitting up, I grab my phone, shutting off the annoying sound. Theron's pillow is smashed down and wrinkled along with the blankets on his side of the bed. He came to bed at some point, but I wish he would have stayed a little while longer. I don't like going to bed alone and waking up by myself. Knowing he's been here and left already isn't helping. My feet drop to the floor; looking over to the nightstand I notice a note on it.
Saddened I only had a note to greet me and not Theron, I get ready for work. I've showered, dressed, and had some fruit for breakfast. I'm just about to leave when I have a sudden feeling I've forgotten something. Heading to our bedroom to take a quick look around, I notice the note. It brings a soft smile to my lips. I quickly grab it, and drop it into my purse. I'm forgetting to say goodbye to Theron.
I scroll through the contacts in my phone as I walk outside to my car. Slipping into my car, I find his name and send him a quick text.
Dropping my phone into my purse, I start the car and head to work. I get to work about fifteen minutes early, the parking lot all but empty. It's just Ben's and Bridgette's car today.
If I can clock in and make it back to my desk before Kayla gets here, I might be able to pull Bridgette aside and let her in on what's going on. I'm sure it's just some kind of mix up. Anne is a great employee and friend. I don't
want to lose her over a miscommunication.
The office is eerily quiet this morning. I feel like I'm the only one here. Setting my purse under my desk, I slide into my chair and turn on the computer. It only takes a few seconds before I'm logged into the program.
I check my work chat messages again, and there's still nothing to, or from Anne. I hear my phone vibrating in my purse. Quickly glancing outside of my cubicle, I check to see if anyone else is around. With no one in sight, I open my phone. It's a text from Theron.
I always have my phone on me. It lives in my purse. What kind of reports could he be waiting on and more importantly, why would it concern me? I send him a quick reply.
"Eve, is that you, hon?" Shit! I drop my phone back into my purse quickly and kick it farther underneath my desk as Bridgette approaches. "Oh, good it is you. I just wanted…Oh my! What happened to your hand?" She places her hand on her hip and her mouth falls open. If I didn't know better, I would say she's putting on an act, but there's no way she knew about my hand.
"I broke it messing around in the kitchen. I'm not the world's greatest chef. I did my accounts for today from home yesterday, so I won't fall behind with my work."
She stares blankly at me, assessing me, trying to decipher if I'm telling the truth or not. "Yes. I noticed that. I was just coming over to thank you for taking the initiative. I've been going through your file. You don't have very many errors, and those you did have were corrected in a timely fashion. Your attendance is astounding and your work is always finished ahead of schedule. For those reasons, and the respect you receive from your coworkers, I've decided to promote you to Team Manager. I hope to have the office repainted and set up for you by the end of the day. I have a crew in there now. So please forgive me for the delay, but you will need to continue at your desk for the day."
BOOM!
I feel like my chair has been pulled out from under me, sending me falling into a never-ending abyss. The position of Team Manager only confirms Anne's termination. I do not want to be the reason she was let go. This looks awful, there's no way I won't look guilty now.