Naughty and Nice

by Sarah J. Brooks

  The car entered the driveway and came to a halt. “Here we are. I’ll see you back in Santa Cruz to finalize the end of our deal,” he said, keeping his eyes forward.

  “Aren’t you coming in?” she asked.

  “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

  Sensing his aloofness, she didn’t pursue it though she thought it silly that he was not staying. Where was he going in the storm? She worried about him. Instead, she unbuckled the seat belt and debarked the vehicle.

  The moment she pulled her luggage from the backseat and shut the door, he drove off, not bothering to stay until she was safely inside. When she met Gael, this was the man she’d pictured him to be, but as she got to know him, he was different. This behavior just now was not the man she dated for the past year.

  The front door opened and out came David in his Christmas patterned sweater and hat.

  “There you are!”

  “Hi,” she greeted, being embraced in a bear hug.

  “Who was that?” he asked looking after the SUV slowly making its way along the white path on the street.

  “Gael,” she replied, her voice strained.

  David looked surprised. “What? Why didn’t he come in?”

  “Why are you questioning her outside?” Marla came out and hugged her. “It’s cold. “You can ask her all the questions inside where it’s warm.”

  All three entered the house, but Zoe’s mind was left in the snow. After removing her boots and coat, she followed David, who was carrying her suitcase, up to the pink room.

  For the past year, she’d told herself that what she shared with Gael was just physical attraction. When she broke the relationship, it was hard, but somehow she’d taken it for granted that he wouldn’t care and that gave her the excuse she needed.

  Just now, in the vehicle and thinking of their encounter on the plane, it was different from what she thought. After leaving the restroom and returning to their seat, he’d become silent. When the flight attendant returned, he was cold to her that she hadn’t bothered to stop by their seat for the rest of the flight.

  He only spoke to her when the car arrived for them to leave and even then, his voice was devoid of emotion. His face was set, and his eyes hard as nails.

  A shadow came over her as a feeling of trepidation presented in the pit of her stomach. The more she thought of him, the worse the feeling became. The roads were treacherous. She worried about his safety driving in his current state of mind and the weather. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to him.

  Rushing back down the stairs, she grabbed her coat which hung by the front door. Quickly pulling on her boots, she hoped he hadn’t gone too far.

  “Where are you going, my child?”

  “I need to borrow a snowmobile,” was her answer to David’s question.

  “Yes, but be careful. The roads are dangerous,” he warned.

  She nodded. “That’s why I have to go after him!”

  “I don’t …” David began, but his speech was cut short as the door opened.

  Zoe turned to see Gael covered in snow. He removed his coat and stomped his boots. Relief washed over her, and she stepped toward him with a smile, only to stop short at his hostile stare.

  “I’m glad you came back,” she said while he removed his boots.

  Ignoring her, he placed the boots in the designated spot by the door and stepped past her.

  “What happened? You’re wet!” she heard David inside the living room.

  “The car broke down a mile away.”

  “How did you get here so fast?”

  “I ran,” was his curt reply. “I’m going to change.”

  Feeling disheartened at Gael’s antagonistic demeanor, she was still rooted to the spot near the front door. She held herself responsible for his behavior and needed a way to pacify him. It wouldn’t be easy now that he seemed to have decided she was once again the enemy.

  “What are you doing still standing there?” David asked. “Are you two having a fight?”

  She sighed, removing her coat and boots. “Yes, kind of.”

  “Why won’t both of you admit how you feel and get it over with?”

  “What do you mean?” she asked, following him into the living room.

  “It’s obvious you love each other, what else is there?”

  Love? That was the silliest thing she’d ever heard. But the word did bring warmth to her face and chest.

  “Pft!” she scoffed. “You are way off,” she added with a hollow laugh.

  They’d arrived at Central Avenue at around eight that morning. After leaving and returning due to the failure of the SUV to return him to the airport, he spent most of the morning in his room.

  He was angry and felt like he was living the nightmare he tried to avoid for the past two decades. Watching his mother walk out and later seeing his father’s wife walk out left a scar on his heart. He spent all his adult life avoiding committing to a relationship until he met Zoe.

  As far as he was concerned, the relationship was going great. That was until she dumped him. At first, he thought she was toying with him, perhaps a new game in their relationship. He never thought for a moment she was actually serious.

  What was it about the Matheson men that made their women leave them? Was there some inherent trait from his father swirling around in his blood that made women not want to stay? In any event, he was just waiting until he could get a service to retrieve the vehicle so he could leave.

  He eyed the jeans he was wearing which now hung over the closet door. Rising from his position on the bed, he walked over and dug his hand in the pocket, extracting a box with the gift he bought for her. He’d have to return it as soon as he got back to Santa Cruz.

  How foolish he was to want to surprise her. He stuck the box in the pocket of the pants he now wore and picked up his cell phone; the service was down. He knew the power was out because the house was now running on the generator he bought his father a few months ago. He left the room close to noon because he needed coffee.

  Marla and David were huddled close together on the sofa speaking in soft tones. The wind howled fiercely on the outside, and he knew in that instant that he wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Scooch, are you hungry? You haven’t eaten all morning.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “There’s hot spiced cider if you like,” Marla informed him.

  “Coffee,” was his reply.

  Marla rose. “I’ll fix it.”

  He stopped her. “No need. I can make it myself.”

  “Okay,” she said returning to her place beside her husband.

  Zoe was not around. Shrugging it off, he noted that it was no longer his concern where she was. He fixed the percolator and waited for it to brew. When ready, he poured a mug and sat at the kitchen table. A few minutes later, his father came in.

  “We need to have a talk, son.”

  “Dad, please. I’m not in the mood.”

  “It’s for your own good, son,” David insisted.

  “Dad, don’t mess this up between you and me with your lectures. After so many years, we’re finally getting along. I’d like it to stay that way.”

  “You need to fix what’s happening between you two. That girl loves you.”

  He jerked himself up from his seat, scraping back the chair and upsetting the table. The coffee mug jolted, splashing a small amount of the tablecloth.

  “Enough, Dad,” he barked.

  “Don’t raise your voice at me; I’m still your father. Now sit down and listen to what I have to say,” David commanded, facing him squarely. “Sit.”

  Gael returned to his seat while his father took the opposing chair. The tension was palpable during the few minutes of silence that ensued.

  “I know you are having a hard time dealing with relationships,” David started.

  “Dad, I really don’t want to do this right now,” he complained, though his voice had lowered.

  “I nee
d you to listen and listen carefully. A woman like Zoe only comes once in a lifetime. Don’t let what happened between your mom and me mess that up.”

  “I tried, Dad.” The dull ache in his chest became an open wound.

  “What do you mean?”

  Shoving his hand in his pocket, he brought out the box and shoved it across the table. “Her Christmas gift. But she broke up with me before I could give it to her.”

  David stared wide-eyed at the box and its content and then his face broke into a wide smile. “It’s not too late. Go to her.”

  “Dad, it’s over. She doesn’t want to be with me.”

  “Did you know what she was about to do before you showed up?” David asked. Gael stared at him with a frown. “She was going to search for you because she was worried that something would happen to you on the perilous roadway.”

  That would have been a stupid move, he thought. The idea that she would have risked her own safety to go out into a snowstorm only proved how unthinking she was. Maybe ending the relationship was for the better, he’d have less to worry about.

  The coffee was still warm, and he downed it in one gulp. He took the cup to the sink and started toward the door.

  “Think about what I said,” his father advised. “Just think before you do anything you may regret later.”

  He’d thought about nothing else since three thirty that morning. It was all he could think about. Zoe wasn’t willing to trust him, and he wasn’t sure he was willing to open his heart to have it ripped apart by any woman. He was better alone.

  He made his way back up the stairs, and as he reached his bedroom, the one across the passage opened. His heart raced at seeing her, but the wound of their ended relations grew wider.

  She glanced at him, and then lowered her eyes. But that brief moment told him a lot. Red, puffy, glossy eyes were what he saw, and he knew she’d been crying. She moved in the direction of the stairway, avoiding his eyes. He would have gone into his room; however, the idea that she was in distress jarred him.

  Grabbing her arm, he gently pulled her back. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

  Shrugging him off, she replied, “As if you care.”

  That biting remark stabbed at his already damaged core. He made to turn away, but the deep-seated need to make one last attempt won. This time when he grabbed her wrist, he didn’t quite care that she cried out in pain. The few purposeful strides to his room were done within the space of a couple of seconds. Pulling her inside, he slammed the door shut and turned the lock.

  “Let me go,” she cried.

  He did loosen his grip but did not let her go. “What is it you want from me?” he asked, his voice thick.

  “You’re the one holding me captive,” she retorted.

  “Why’d you break up if you were going to be like this?”

  With her eyes cast on the floor, she yanked her hand away. “Like what?” she asked, turning her back.

  He gripped her hand, pulling her back. Her body collided with his chest, and he held her against his body. She still avoided eye contact. Feeling her breasts crushing into his chest ignited the fire he was trying to quench. His heart pounded heavily as he studied her face.

  “Look at me,” he murmured.

  She gave her head a vigorous shake. “No.”

  “Why won’t you look at me?”

  “I can’t!”

  There was only one thing left to do, he thought; therefore, he did it and damn the consequences. He cupped her head with one hand while the other encircled her waist. He then kissed her forehead, then one cheek. She struggled to get free. He kissed the other cheek, and she closed her eyes. When he covered her lips with his, she groaned as her struggles lessened.

  He plunged his tongue into her mouth, half expecting her to bite him again, she didn’t. The kiss grew ardent, and soon he felt her arms wound around his neck.

  A tremor ran through Zoe as Gael’s tongue entwined with hers. This wasn’t good at all. They’d broken up. How could she still respond to him this way? Gosh, she wanted him.

  “Wait,” she whispered. “We’re not alone.”

  “Does it matter?” he responded, pulling up her woolen skirt and squeezing her ass.

  “I suppose not,” she said with a whimper.

  Backing her up against the wall, he pulled her skirt high on her hips while unbuckling his belt. With deft movements, he released his already hard cock and pressed himself into her. She responded by saddling him with her thighs. Parting her panties, he slid into her already wet pussy, groaning as her hot wet flesh closed tightly around him.

  What started as slow, smooth strokes quickly picked up speed to hard rhythmic pumps. Her moans and groans increased his pleasure as his cock swelled even more. Each massage of her walls on his cock sent fiery ripples of excitement through his body.

  “Oh God!” he grunted as her sweetness threatened to madden him.

  “Harder, Gael, I’m coming!” she said. “Ahhh,” she screamed as his lips covered hers, taking her tongue.

  His explosion was long and powerful. He felt as though his entire body melted. His head swam before the implosion in his belly. He thrust harder and harder as his cock swelled bigger and bigger before his final moments. She clung to him as her body continued to convulse while he completed his mission. They both held each other, not wanting to part.

  Chapter 19

  It became awkward standing in that position after some minutes. Not wanting the moment to end, they moved to the bed in the same position and dropped themselves onto it. He cradled her in his arms and held her close while her arms remained around his neck.

  Zoe was afraid. She was scared of her own feelings. When she saw Gael dining with the pretty accountant, she got scared. She’d never felt jealousy in her entire life until she met Gael. Seeing him with other women made her blood curdle, and it scared her.

  After all, he was the man whore who screwed women on planes. What did she have to offer a man who had everything and could have any woman he desired? All she knew was that she didn’t want to be just somebody’s booty call.

  In the year they dated, he had never once defined their relationship, and she had no clue where they stood. What she was certain of was that she did not wish to be one of his women. If they were dating, it should be her alone, no one else. In this regard, she was scared that if she told him how she felt, he would choose the lifestyle of which he was accustomed instead of committing to her.

  “Zoe,” he mumbled sleepily.

  “Hmmm?” she answered.

  “I don’t want to lose you,” he half whispered, and she knew that he was falling asleep. “Stay with …” his voice trailed off as he gave in to sleep.

  “I don’t want to lose you either,” she whispered, choking back tears.

  Eventually, she drifted off only to be awakened some time later by someone nibbling her ear. They’d slept for about three hours. By this time, she was famished, having not eaten all day.

  “I’m hungry,’ she declared, not wanting to get up.

  “Me too. Let’s go down; Dad must be worried.”

  It was with reluctance that they both made their way down to the kitchen. Gael gripped her hand when they left the bedroom and did not let it go. As they descended the stairs, she leaned on him so that their steps were in synch.

  When they reached the landing, Marla accosted them. ‘There you both are!” She looked from one to the other, and Zoe blushed wickedly as she thought that Marla might have suspected what they were up to.

  “Oh, my God, congratulations!” the woman exclaimed.

  A little bit confused, she looked at Gael who had an abashed expression.

  “Where is it?” Marla asked, her disappointment showing.

  “Honey, leave them alone will you?”

  “What’s going on?” Zoe inquired, noticing the look father and son gave each other.

  “Yes, what happened Gael … didn’t you …?” Marla started to say, but her husband pulled her a
way.

  Zoe turned to Gael. “Why is Marla acting so strange? What were you supposed to do?”

  “Let’s talk in the kitchen,” he replied, pulling her in that direction. As soon as she closed the door behind them, he pulled her close. “I wanted to surprise you, then you broke our relationship, and I wasn’t sure what to do,” he said.

  They were so close that she felt the drumming of his heart against her chest. “What is it?” she asked, curious about the surprise. “Are you talking about our contract? Did Marla think I was signing it?”

  “No,” he replied, gripping her shoulder and stepping back.

  He then reached into his pocket and brought out a small square gift box with a red bow on it, similar to the small boxes containing earrings and necklaces in some stores.

  “This is your surprise,” he said. “I was supposed to give it to you on Christmas, our one year anniversary.”

  “That’s why you followed me to New York, to give me this?” her heart thumped.

  “Yes, take it. If you don’t like it, you can always exchange it for something else,” he said. I didn’t know what to get you. I’m not good with buying gifts. But when I saw this, I thought, that’s it.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered taking the box, a lump forming in her throat.

  “Open it,” he urged.

  She lifted the top half which separated easily, expecting to see her gift. There inside was a small red velvet box. Her heart stopped as she fumbled with getting it out. She made such a fuss that Gael had to help her. When he took the box from the container, he snapped the lid and presented her gift.

  Her mouth fell open at the platinum and solitaire diamond ring staring at her. “This … is this … what …?” she babbled, unable to express a coherent thought.

  He cupped her face. “Will you wear it?”

  He was proposing, in his own way, asking her to be his wife … right? She wasn’t sure. But the ring … what else could it be?’

  “Are you saying you want to marry me?” she asked, assisting him with getting it out.

  “Yes, what else?” He chuckled. After a moment’s silence, he asked. “Will you?”