by Aria Ford
Still, though, once I did manage to continue with my life to some extent, the memories didn't stop tumbling back around in my head, cropping up at all the wrong times, and robbing me of any sort of peace of mind.
I'd really loved him, and the fact that he was now gone, without even talking things over with me or trying to help me come to terms with it.... Well, it was torture on many levels. I felt completely abandoned, unable to escape the memories made by the two of us during our time spent together.
I would have to try, though. That much I knew. I needed to move on, to look forward in my life instead of backward. I was young, attractive, but I wasn't getting any younger.
I had to get myself back out there.
I started going on dates, although my heart was only ever half into them, if even that much. The men I met were, I suppose, more or less okay. Nothing special, though, and nothing, I could always tell, that would even come close to comparing with that which I had shared with Jason.
There were ups and downs to this, of course. Some men, it was plainly evident from the very first meeting, from the looks in their eyes, had only sex on their minds, and had no greater intention for meeting me than that. Sometimes, I would even oblige them this, not caring, and thinking that maybe intimacy would get me a little bit closer to where I'd been before meeting Jason.
But it was the never the same as with Jason. No one could make me lightheaded with their love as he did. No one could make me dizzy, make me beg for more even as my entire body shook with my inability to stand such sweet, decadent pleasure.
None of it was the same as it had been with Jason, and it seemed so impossible for me to come to terms with that fact.
I eventually started seeing someone more regularly, though it was less because I felt any sort of genuine attraction to him, and more that I simply got tired of jumping from one bed to the next every night. Maybe some stability, I thought, would help me forget about Jason, and the life we might have had together, but no more.
Eric was a nice enough guy. At any rate, he was a far better partner than most of the other men I let myself stoop to in my time of need. He treated me with respect and seemed to genuinely care about me, and I tried to do so in return. But I just couldn't see him as anything more than the replacement he was, and no matter how I might have tried, thoughts of what I was missing out on continued to haunt me despite my best efforts.
I just couldn't deny it any longer... I missed Jason, and no one in the world but the man himself could fill the hole in my life he'd left in his wake upon leaving.
I didn't know what to do...
I felt like shit for leaving Eric when he'd been so caring and decent to me, but I knew there was nothing there, really. I would just be entangling myself in something without real substance, and I knew full well that it wasn't worth continuing.
I tried to let him down gently, and I could see the heartbreak in his eyes when I broke the news. But, like he'd been all throughout the course of our brief fling, he'd been very patient and understanding and the two of us went our separate ways without any indignity or protest on his part.
There was only one man I truly loved, and I wasn't going to let him slip away from my life as he had without at least putting up some semblance of an effort at winning him back.
In truth, I had no real idea where he'd gone, or at least not on any concrete terms. His disappearance had been random and unannounced, without warning even though the signs had been there for days by that point. Still, though, it wasn't especially difficult to make a few educated guesses as to his whereabouts, and though seeking him out may have presented its share of dangers and challenges, there was no doubt in my mind as to the fact that that was what I needed to do.
I would be lying shamelessly if I told you the prospect of returning to those woods wasn't an intimidating one for me, particularly after what had happened last time, with those two vicious werewolves, and the near fatal end I'd met at their hands.
This time, too, I would be without Jason to protect me should the enemy make it to me before I made it to him. I wished I had some means of protection, a gun or something, to keep me safe. But I didn't own one, didn't know anyone who owned one, and honestly wasn't sure that I felt like carrying one at any rate. My only weapon, then, was a canister of mace that I routinely employed in the city, which I knew would scarcely do me much good in the face of such fierce predators, but it was really all I could think to come equipped with.
I twisted my way through the forest, shaking slightly, not sure what I would find, and not convinced I would be ready for what I found either way when the moment came. Hell, even if I did find Jason, there was just as much chance that he would turn me away from the get-go, spurning my advances, and telling me what I already knew - that it couldn't possibly work out between the two of us, and that I'd wasted my time trying to come here and find him.
But I had to try.... I had no other choice but to do so, or else I would live with the uncertainty looming over me for the rest of my life.
A chilly wind blew through the trees as I went along, goosebumps prickling across my skin as I hugged my body for warmth.
There was no sign of him anywhere, or of anyone for that matter. I kept thinking I was getting myself more and more hopelessly lost and every snapping of twigs or crackle of leaves had me jumping out of my skin. I felt certain that an ambush awaited me around every bend in the road, and that at any moment the wolves from the camping trip would be on me, tearing me to bits, cutting my mission short in its tracks.
Suddenly, then, I found myself gasping.
He appeared out of nowhere, without warning, his big, furry bear self-emerging into the clearing. My heart seemed to skip a beat, and for a moment I second guessed whether or not it was actually him. What if this was just a regular, run of the mill bear, upon whom I'd intruded, and who seemed poised to attack at a moment's notice?
But then, his body shifted, and a human took his place - the very human for whom I'd been looking.
It was Jason, naked, and as devilishly handsome as ever. More so, perhaps, since his sequestering in the forest, given the mask of stubble now decorating his chin. And hell, it probably didn't hurt that this was the first I'd seen of him in weeks, so any sight of him at all was enough to make me swell up inside with desire.
“Jason….” I said, hopefully.
“You shouldn't be here,” he said, in even tones, but his voice was so flat that it almost made the impact worse.
I swallowed hard, blinking back tears, and tried to compose my thoughts. “I can't....” I said, not sure what I was trying to say. But I continued, “I can't be without you…. I just can't do it…. I tried, I really did. But I can't stay away…. You've been on my mind, all this time, and no matter what I try to do, I just can't get you out of my mind. I need you, Jason....”
“I'm sorry…. I really am....” he said, clearly not swayed in the least. “But you know that things can't possibly work between us…. I wish so much that it was different, but you've seen the danger yourself. I put you in that situation, I risked your life for my own selfish purposes, and I just can't live with that.”
“No,” I insisted, “No, Jason.... I'm a fully grown adult, and I knew that there were risks involved in us being together. I still know that, and I'm not fooling myself about it. But you need to respect me enough to let me decide whether or not to take those risks. And the truth is that I love you too much to let them stand in the way. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is…. And you can accept that or not, but that's where I stand. And I'm not going to let things between us end that easily without at least some sort of effort on my part.”
I was shaking by the time I finished my speech, and Jason was staring at me, nostrils flaring, clearly conflicted. I stared, long and hard into his eyes, steeling his gaze, and captivating him. I could see him, down below, growing aroused for me the longer we looked at one another, so that his intentions, his unmistakable desire for me, could not be ignored. A smi
le began to spread across my lips, and I could tell by the look on his face in that fraction of a second that I'd defeated him.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, we were flying to one another. Our mouths collided, and we began to kiss passionately, our tongues immediately beginning to gouge one another's cheeks, his hands on my body, pulling me deep into himself.
I loved the heat of his masculinity pressing up against me in his desperation, and I wrapped my hand around him, eager as hell to please him, stroking him longingly, craving him inside me, and savoring the sweet taste of his lips as the two of us kissed, long, hard, and slow.
He began to undress me, almost violently pulling me out of my clothes, desperate as he was for things between the two of us to begin getting underway. I moaned, and whimpered, with pleasure as his hands slid all over me, article after article of my clothing being cast aside so easily, the straps of my bra being slid from my shoulders, my breasts exposed, my panties melting down to around my ankles, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
I suddenly felt very self-conscious, as though everyone in the world could see my nudity and was judging me for my actions, even if, realistically, I knew the two of us were alone here. At any rate, he pulled me out of it easily enough, pressing his naked body up against my own so tightly that the two of us might have melted together, and thoughts of shame or decency went spinning off into nowhere.
We were animals, pure and simple, animals in our natural environment, doing what animals do, and loving every damn minute of it along the way.
He ravished my flesh, squeezing my breasts and suckling on my nipples, playing with my pussy all the while as I stroked the skin of his erect penis in my capable hands.
We kissed, and licked, and devoured one another, the heat between the two of us scorching, dizzying, and so perfect in every way that I could hardly believe it was true.
God, how I had missed this…. All of it…. His touch, his scent, his sheer, tender ferocity.
He pushed my body up against a tree, and I bent over for him, arching my spine and angling my body in just such a way that I knew it would be sure to agonize him. He leaned in over me, his cock cradled between my buttocks, and ran kisses along my splayed back, filling me with sensation, making me so hot, so wet that I couldn't stand it.
Finally, though, he reared back, mounting me from behind. He shoved his engorged purple tip through the moist lips of my femininity, and pushed himself inside, his member larger than I remembered it, filling me up to capacity, and sending such a dizzying swirl of sensations through my body that I actually shrieked with pleasure.
He began, very slowly, to thrust. It was so soft, so tentative at first as he churned me up inside, as though after having been away for so long he needed to make sure he still knew me like He remembered me. The tenderness, somehow, caused me to burn with an intense friction, and it only grew hotter and hotter as he progressed, driving me wild with desire, and bringing a series of tortured moans up deep from inside me.
Faster, faster, faster he pounded me, wrapping one leg around me and heaving his cock hard up inside me. Drilling me, jackhammering, fucking with a loving desperation, roaring as he annihilated me, and I shrieked, cried, moaned with pleasure all the while, unable to get enough, sweat rolling down along my body, and my head spinning, spinning, spinning….
“Oh God.... Oh God…. Oh fuck.... Yes.... Yes…. Yes….”
With a last, decisive blow, he heaved his way up inside me, and held himself pressed firmly there, my flesh squeezed beneath his weight, tension mounting, then bursting, and then every nerve in my body flashing into dangerous, orgasmic territory.
He filled me up with himself, coating me, after so long, with his perfect essence, pulse after pulse of himself drenching me and setting me over the edge in his abundance. A climax of the sort that I'd been missing for so long filled me up, driving me insane with pleasure as it vibrated through my system. Every muscle tensed, toes curled, hairs stood on end as that climax for the ages raced through my anatomy, and at last, at long, long last, I felt myself drifting back down to Earth.
He gripped me tightly in his arms, kissing me passionately, tenderly, ravishing me with his love, and our sweaty, naked bodies feeling as though they fit perfectly together in every way.
It was impossible to say precisely what challenges lay ahead, but I was confident that, as long as I faced them with him by my side, there was nothing that the two of us couldn't make it through together.
Her Baby’s Daddy
Chapter one:
“How dare you make me a fool, Lori?” Timothy was angry, and I could see the flush in his face and the way that he was now carrying himself with a fire that burned within him. “I just found out that your child is not mine. You are a cheating whore.” I was backing away from him, shielding my child with my hand to prevent certain injury. He was waving his hands in the air like a crazy person. I was worried he was going to do something that he would regret later. “I know that things haven’t been good, but surely we could’ve gone to therapy or done something other than fuck around behind each other’s backs.” He had just admitted without even realizing it that he had been doing the exact same thing that I was.
“I knew it. From the moment that I found that lipstick on your collar, I knew that you were doing something. You tried to play it off, but a woman has this natural intuition for these things.” I was two months along, and the man that had done this to me was a ghost. He had disappeared, and I had gone above and beyond to find him. I’d even hired a private investigator under the sly to do some very discreet digging.
“Fine, I found happiness with another, but at least I didn’t get her pregnant.” He was backing me into a corner, and I felt trapped and vulnerable. “People are going to laugh at me, and it’s all because of your stupidity. I knew that getting involved with you was wrong. My mother was right that you weren’t good enough for me. I thought that I could see past your limited education.” He was actually putting me down and making me feel like I was only two feet tall. He had his hands up on his head, squeezing his skull and touching his gel that was making his hair stand on end.
He had unbuttoned his collar and tossed away his tie in a rage that was now seeping through every word that he was saying to me.
“I think it’s time that I leave.” I took a step to the door, and he blocked me with his 200 pound muscular frame. That was one of the main reasons I had gotten involved with him in the first place. He was built, but he was arrogant enough to know it. He was intimidating, and he knew how to throw his weight around. I didn’t exactly know his business, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t legal. I had heard enough of some of his conversations to know that he was skirting the law. It was only inklings, but it was enough to raise my suspicion.
“I can’t let you leave here. People will talk and when they find out the truth, I will never be looked at the same way again. I would suggest paying you off and making you disappear, but I don’t think that’s going to work. I believe that I’m going to have to make your disappearance permanent.” Those words sent a cold chill down my spine. It was like somebody was walking over my grave.
I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly lashed my foot out and caught his family jewels by surprise. His eyes went wide with shock as he doubled over and fell to his knees, crying out in pain. I casually stepped around him and began to run down the hallway toward the stairs. I heard him grunting, and I peered over my shoulder to see that he was stumbling out in pursuit.
“You’re fucking going to pay for that… nobody touches me without consequences.” Terrified would not be the right adjective to describe what I was feeling. I needed to protect myself, but more so the baby that I was carrying. It was innocent and it didn’t deserve his wrath. If it was just me, I might have stood my ground and tried to reason with him. “That is the last thing that you are going to do. You and your bastard child will not see the light of day.” I remembered how gentle he was the first time that we were together
. That was a far cry from the man that I was witnessing coming after me with a vengeance.
“I won’t allow you to hurt this child. It may not be yours, but I intend to keep it and raise it on my own.” I knew that he had a gun stashed downstairs and maybe if I could get to it, I could use it to make him back down. Going down the stairs, I almost stumbled, but I was able to grab onto the railing for support. This was getting dangerous.
I got down and stepped onto the black marble floor, racing to his study, only to find that the door was locked. The gun was in the bottom drawer of his desk. He had explained that he had some enemies and business partners that might want to do him harm. He was just protecting what was his and, stupid me, I took it at face value.
I heard his labored breathing, and I saw out of the corner of my eye the key to the black Porsche in the garage. I snatched it up and pressed the button for the garage door. It was loud. He looked at me with realization before he suddenly started to run, despite the pain that he was currently in. He had his hand outstretched, and I placed my foot backwards to catch him with the door.
“Fuck me.” He was on the warpath. Kicking him in his balls and then trying to break his hand was only infuriating him further. I didn’t even have anybody that I could call. My parents were away on a cruise with no forwarding address or telephone reception. I had a couple of friends, but they had been out of my life for some time. Timothy had a way of keeping me to himself. I thought that it was in endearing, but now I realized that he was only trying to keep me from disparaging his name.
His idea of having a relationship was to have a woman to tend to his every need sexually and otherwise. He thought that I was a dutiful wife, but what he didn’t realize was that I had been looking over his books. Things didn’t make any sense, and I had purposely copied several of those pages. I don’t even know why I did that. I certainly didn’t think that I was going to be running for my life. Unfortunately, those pages were upstairs in a box in the closet. There was no way for me to get them. My only saving grace was that he didn’t know that they were there.