Unbearable (Undescribable)

by Tessier, Shantel

  “Yeah. What a coincidence,” she replies dryly before a smile plays across her face. “Tell me, Sam. Have you been missing my messages?”

  I feel my blood run cold at her comment and I fist my hand down by my side. “Actually,” I start as I take a step towards her, “I’ve been meaning to ask you how you got those.”

  She lets out a laugh and then looks me in the eyes. “Let’s just say that you are not the only girl in town who has spent the night with Slade, but you know that.” She waves a hand carelessly in the air.

  I should have known she wouldn’t tell me but I had to ask. I let out a long breath as a thought enters my mind. “So, what you’re saying is, you’re the only one in town that he hasn’t fucked?”

  “You think you’re so lucky?” She narrows her eyes at me. “That you have him right now. Well, I’m here to inform you...enjoy it while you can because when you walk in on him underneath another woman, everyone in this town will once again be laughing at you for your stupidity.”

  I take another step closer to her and feel a small hand grab my shoulder. I shake it off. Nothing is going to stop me. I have been waiting for this opportunity. Hell, I even went to her front door hoping she was there. I’m going to take full advantage of this no matter how much it pisses me off.

  “I guess you don’t mind everyone laughing at you,” I retort. “With the constant phone calls you made, which just made you look desperate. And the constant pictures and videos made you look pathetic.” She gasps and her mouth falls slightly open. “Let me inform you of something since you can’t take a fucking hint. Give up! He didn’t want you then and he sure as hell doesn’t want your ass now. He’s never going to want you. Even if our relationship does end, it will not be an opportunity for you to get a piece of him,” I say flatly.

  She reaches up and slaps me across the face.

  It’s funny, that is the second time I have been slapped in the last couple of months. But this time feels different. My head doesn’t snap to the side. I don’t feel a sting or any pain. The room that was just filled with constant noise is now silent. All I see is Jessica standing before me with a look of hatred on her face. And all I can think of is just how much the feeling is mutual.

  I take all of that hate, the frustration over all the unanswered questions I have—how she got the pictures, what she thought they would accomplish—and decide this is where I’m going to funnel that negative energy. I never thought Slade would change for me, but he has proven to me daily that I’m the only one that he wants, and that is something I’m going to fight for. So, I’m going to beat her ass.

  She spins around, giving me her back as she goes to walk away. Her movement has me snapping out of my thoughts. I reach up and pull her hair. It snaps her head back and has her stumbling until her back hits the wall. I rear back and scream out as I punch her in the nose. She slides down the wall as her screeching voice now fills my ears. She holds her nose as blood runs between her fingers and down over her chin.

  I loom over, looking down. “You hit like the bitch that you are. If you ever touch me again, I’ll break more than your nose.”

  She stands and leaps toward me. I trip over our tangled feet and go down onto my back. The momentary lack of oxygen doesn’t’ slow me down. She lifts both of her hands to hit me and I push her chest, rolling her onto her back. I punch her nose again and she shuts her eyes, crying out as her hands start flying toward my face.

  I don’t even try to block them as I’m too busy hitting her. I don’t know how many hits I get in when I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist before I’m jerked away from her. I kick my legs out hoping to make contact one last time. I smile when my heel cuts the side of her arm. Out of the corner of my eye I notice the twins that I remember from the bar—the ones that offered to join Slade and I in bed—walk up and help her to her feet, just as I feel cold air on my skin and hear the door slam shut, cutting off my view of them.

  I quit trying to squirm when the arm tightens around my waist, and someone yells in my ear. “Stop.” I hear Slade’s voice come from behind me. “You drive,” he barks out before I hear a set of keys rattle.

  He opens the back door of the truck and tosses me inside before he climbs in beside me.

  The front doors open and Tate jumps behind the wheel while Missy gets into the passenger seat.

  “Why did you stop me?” I demand, facing Slade.

  He turns to look at me with a hard expression. “We are going to act like you didn’t ask that stupid question.”

  “What?” I yell. “I was standing up for myself. She—”

  “You want to go to jail?” He leans over getting into my face. “Because that’s what happens when you start a fight in a bar. Not to mention Missy was in there and she is underage,” he barks, pointing a finger at her, huddled in the passenger seat.

  Who cares about that? She didn’t have one drink. All she would have had to do was leave. “I’ve seen you get into a fight at a bar before. Hell, you even got in a fight at my mother’s funeral. So don’t act like you’re some saint!” I shout, pissed.

  He ignores me and leans up, pulling his ringing phone out of his back pocket. “Hello?” he snaps. “Yes. We are on our way to the house.” I sit back and take a few deeps breaths, trying to calm down.

  “Well make sure it doesn’t go any farther.” He hangs up and throws his phone down beside him as Tate pulls into our driveway. I get out of the car, slamming the door and storming inside, not bothering to tell Tate or Missy bye.

  I make my way to the bedroom, kick my heels across the room, and start stripping my clothes off. Slade storms in and slams the bedroom door.

  I go to walk past him but he grabs my arms and spins me to face him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  “Don’t touch me,” she seethes.

  I tighten my grip. “Just what did you think you were going to accomplish?”

  “You wouldn’t understand,” she spits out.

  “Try me.”

  “Let some guy come up to you and give you another mental picture of me fucking other guys and see how you react.” She tries jerking her arms out of my grasp, but she has no luck. “As if I don’t already have enough reminders already.”

  “Fuck,” I hiss, pushing her back against the wall. “Don’t say that to me,” I warn.

  Her eyes narrow. “Then don’t ask me for a reason. You don’t know what happened.” Her voice rises. “The bitch slapped me. I sure as hell wasn’t going to run away crying.” Her chest rises and falls quickly as her perfect, perfect plump lips suck in air.

  “She slapped you?” I lift my hands to cradle her face.

  She jerks her head from my grasp. “Like you care.”

  “Of course I fucking care!” I snap.

  She releases a hard laugh. “Oh, I can tell,” she says sarcastically as she once again tries to go into the bathroom.

  I walk up behind her, grab her again, and stomp over to the bed where I throw her down. She fights me but I push her over onto her stomach with ease. Once she is flipped over, I place my body on top of her while pinning her wrists down by her head.

  “I’m so tired of your smart ass remarks,” I grit through my teeth.

  She tries to wiggle her body underneath mine as she yells, “Stop, Slade!”

  “Not until you tell me what you mean by that. You really think I don’t care what you do? Or what happens to you?”

  “I’m just angry that the bitch had the nerve to piss me off. And that you made me leave when I finally had the chance to beat her ass,” she barks as she continues to fight me.

  I growl deep in my chest as she wiggles her naked ass against my jeans, making my cock harden. Her feistiness has always turned me on. “Well, I have an idea on how to release that frustration.” I tighten my hands around her wrists as I push my hips into her ass.

  She arches her back and lifts her head up off the bed. “No,” she hisses.

  I lower my head down to her neck and bite down
on it as she cries out. “We can play this game if you prefer, Angel.” I kiss the mark from the bite.

  “What game would that be?” she asks, sounding winded.

  I smile at her question. She does want to play. “Where you make me dominate you. Where you beg me to tie you up and fuck you until you beg me to stop.” She releases a whimper as she tries lifting her hips. “You want me to do that to you, don’t you?”

  She doesn’t answer as she breathes heavily. “I’ll fuck you until you have no madness left. You will be nothing but a shaking mess unable to think of anything other than my cock filling you. My body dominating you.” I lick my lips. “It has me hard just thinking about it.” I move my hips back and forth. “All you have to do is tell me, and it’s yours.”

  I watch her face as she closes her eyes and lets out a long breath. “Yes, I want that.” Her body trembles as she speaks.

  I smirk. “What is it you need exactly?”

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  Without a word, I slide her left hand up to the left side of the bed and reach for the fabric that hangs from the bedpost. I tie it tightly around her wrist. I then reach over to the other side and do the same. Placing my hands on her hips, I pull her further down the bed to where her arms are fully stretched.

  I get up off of the bed and walk to the closet. Returning, I straddle her back. “Lift your head,” I order.

  She raises it as much as her body will allow and I place the scarf around her eyes, tying it securely behind her head. “Slade?” she whimpers.

  I choose not to respond as I lift her hips, putting her ass and pussy up in the air. I sit back on my knees and look at her wet pussy in front of me. She moves her legs and pulls on her bound arms.

  Reaching down I grab my hard cock in my hand and give it a few long strokes as I continue to stare, knowing she is at my mercy, just how we both prefer it.

  “Please, Slade?” Her voice is desperate.

  I reach up and slap her across the ass, causing her body to jump. “Is that what you want?” I growl as I place my body up against hers. “Want me to punish you?” I spank her again when she doesn’t answer.

  She squeals in response. I reach down and grab myself and slide into her slowly. Her body relaxes with the relief my cock brings being inside of her. I pull out and go even slower as I enter her this time.

  “Is this my punishment?” She breathes. “You going slowly when you know I want it fast?” She moves her head side to side as she tries to remove the scarf that restricts her vision.

  I slide my hand up the base of her neck, wrapping her hair around my fingers. Pulling her neck back, I lift her head up off the bed, causing her to hiss in a breath. “I assure you, Angel, this is not going to be a punishment,” I growl and feel her pussy tighten around my cock. “It’s going to be just how we both want it…hard and fast.”

  I pull back and slam into her as her wet pussy allows my hard cock to slide in and out with ease.

  As I fuck her and her cries and whimpers fill the room, everything else disappears. It doesn’t matter what happens between us, this is where we can let go and forget everything else.

  “What happened?” I ask Courtney on the other end of the line.

  “What do you think happened? I threatened the bitch.” She all but shouts. “I told her that I had evidence of her slashing the tires on Slade’s truck and—”

  “You what? Courtney you can’t lie about that.”

  “Yes, I can. The bitch is fucking stupid. I told her that your boss had a camera on the back parking lot and that you didn’t turn it in because you wanted to use it against her.”

  I roll my eyes. “Well, I highly doubt she believed you, but thanks.” I pull the pie out the oven and turn off the timer. “Did she happen to mention how she got all the pictures and videos?” I ask, covering the pie to keep it warm.

  “Yep. Those two girls that are twins. The toothpick bitches, as I have decided to call them. They are Bridgette’s cousins. Bridgette sent them the pictures and they gave them to Jessica,” she explains.

  “But that one girl in the first video was a brunette. Bridgette wasn’t in that one.” Well, I guess she could have been behind the camera.

  “That was one of the twins before she cut and bleached her hair blonde. Who knew they weren’t true blondes?” she says sarcastically. “Anyway, if I were you, I wouldn’t worry about Jessica any more. And I’m pretty sure the twins are now scared shitless of you because they just stood there as you fought with Jessica.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Because we all saw it happen. Well, we didn’t see Jessica slap you. Missy came running back to the table. By the time she spoke and we looked over to you, you were pulling Jessica’s hair.” She laughs. “I swear I’ve never seen the guys move that fast,” she tells me through her laughter. “The twins were right beside you guys the entire time.”

  “Oh.” I never saw them. “I’m surprised the cops weren’t called.”

  “You guys weren’t on the main floor and Slade took you out the back. No worries about the cops,” she assures, sounding positive.

  “Well, I’m glad that that has come to an end. I don’t want to ever think about that bitch again.” I pull out a sack to load up some of the food.

  “Me too.”

  “I’m going to get off of here. I’ll see you in a little bit. And Courtney? Thanks for everything.”

  “No problem, sis. You know I got your back,” she says before hanging up.

  I place my phone in my back pocket and take a drink of my coffee, putting Jessica and last night behind me. Well, everything about last night except for Slade and I in bed. That I want to remember forever. It’s crazy how that man knows what I want without me having to say it. Although he does like to hear me beg for it.

  I have been going nonstop since six-thirty this morning. Today is Christmas Eve, and we are going over to the Longs’ this evening. They wanted to have Christmas with the family tonight. That way everyone can stay at their own houses tomorrow morning since we all fly out tomorrow night. We’re supposed to have a mini blizzard late this evening, so Vivian didn’t want anyone to have to go out in that in the morning.

  “Are you almost ready, Angel?” Slade hollers from the bedroom.

  “Yes,” I answer.

  “Good,” he says now standing right behind me. “Because I need to give you something.” He smiles.

  “Tonight? Don’t you want to wait until tomorrow morning?”

  He shakes his head. “Come here.” He takes my hand and pulls me into the living room. “Have a seat and wait right here.” He guides me to sit with his hands on my shoulders. “Now close your eyes.”

  “Slade.”

  “Close your eyes, Angel.”

  I let out a breath and close my eyes. I open them as soon as I hear the front door open and shut. “Slade?” I call out to a quiet house. “Slade?” I stand to look around the living room. I walk into the kitchen, down the hallway to our bedroom. Nothing! “Slade?” I call out louder.

  I hear the front door open again and I run into the living room and sit down, quickly closing my eyes.

  “Are your eyes still closed?” he calls out.

  “Yep,” I reply with a smile.

  I hear him walk into the living room before he speaks. “Okay. You can open them.”

  I open my eyes to see him on his knees before me as he holds a huge pink box with a big silver bow in both of his hands. “What is in that?” I ask with a little laugh. I have never seen a box so big in my life.

  “Open the lid.” He lifts the box a bit, as he arches his eyebrows.

  I bite my bottom lip as I lean up and lift the lid. I gasp when I see what is inside.

  “Slade,” I squeal looking up to him. “He’s beautiful.” I look back into the box and smile at the little fluffy puppy that is staring up at me. It’s white and black with the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen on a dog before.

  I reach in and pick it
up out of the box. I place it in my lap and it instantly starts to lick my face.

  Slade laughs. “He is a she,” he corrects me, “and she is an Alaskan Malamute.”

  “I love her.” I lift her up so she is face to face with me. “You’re so pretty. Yes you are,” I coo as her tongue licks my nose.

  I giggle, gathering her back on my lap. “What made you get a puppy?”

  “Well, funny story.” He gives a little laugh as he reaches over and takes her from me. “I had lunch with Dad and Micah last week. While I was walking to my car, we passed by a pet shop. This little girl was in the window.” He rubs the top of her head. “It was love at first sight.” He looks up at me with a serious expression on his face. “Just like how it was with you.”

  I give a little laugh. “Love at first sight? With me?” I arch an eyebrow.

  He leans down and places the puppy on the floor. She lies down at his feet, looking up at him with those adorable puppy eyes.

  He turns to face me and places his hands on either side of my face. “Do you remember that toast I made, ‘life after you’?”

  I bob my head. “I remember asking what kind of toast that was and before you could answer the blonde girl showed up.”

  He frowns confused.

  “You know the one that had the friend who was a gymnast?” I roll my eyes. “The two you took home that night.”

  He lets out a laugh. “Angel, I didn’t take anyone home that night.”

  “I heard you tell her that was the best night for you.”

  He shakes his head. “I made that toast because I knew the second I saw you that my life was never going to be the same. I promise I didn’t take her home. I did, however, drive you home and place you in your bed.”

  I smile and lean in to kiss him. Just as our lips touch, the puppy barks. I pull back with a laugh. “Oh, do you want to give him kisses too?” I lean down and pick her up. “Give Daddy kisses.” I place her in front of his face, and she starts licking his nose and lips, making him laugh.

  I place her on my lap and look up at him. “I love her. Thank you so much.”