Shattered Edge

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by A. M. Hargrove


  What a day. Justin just left. It was ten thirty and I had to get to bed. I had to be at work at seven thirty for our Monday morning team meeting. But, damn, he’d been gone for all of ten minutes and I missed him already. I was in deep dookie here. We’d had sex all over the place...in the bed, in the shower, on the floor, on the couch, on the kitchen counter and on the dining room table. The man was a master and insatiable. Of course, I guess I was too, ‘cause I’d initiated just as many sessions as he had.

  I had to hand it to him too. He hadn’t tried to hide anything from me. He answered every question and with great remorse. My greatest concern about him was that he wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself. He reminded me so much of Lexi after her fiancé, Peter died. When he’d been killed in that car wreck, she’d blamed herself for years. It wasn’t until she’d met Pearce that she was finally able to forgive herself and move on. I hoped Justin could do the same. The issue with the women was something I would have to work on. I couldn’t say he cheated on me. That was misleading. We never had committed to each other. Hell, we only had gone out a couple of times. He had every right to date who he wanted to at that point in his life. It was the fact that Lexi had caught him with two women. But when he explained it and how he needed help and wanted to get caught, it made so much more sense to me. I didn’t like it any better, but doing it as a cry for help did make sense. Why the hell couldn’t he have just picked up the phone and asked instead?

  Staying angry at him wouldn’t solve anything. We’d never get anywhere. The attraction between us was so thick you could almost touch it. If I hadn’t agreed to this six month trial, I would never have forgiven myself. I would’ve always wondered, for the rest of my life, if I had missed out on something big. If he was the one I’d let slip away. At least this way, I’d find out one way or the other. Yeah, I was taking a monumental risk and putting my heart on the line. But isn’t that what life was about? Putting your heart on the line? I either had to go with it or put it to rest. He’d haunted my dreams...waking and asleep for months now. At least I’d know after this.

  My head hit the pillow and I crashed.

  ********

  My phone bleeped, telling me I had a text. Grabbing it, I didn’t recognize the number. I slid and unlocked it and the words grabbed me. My stomach flopped and landed on my toes.

  J: Morning gorgeous. Sleep well?

  Me: Yeah. Just woke up.

  J: Me?

  Me: Yeah.

  J: Sorry :-(

  Me: Don’t be. Alarm was going off in 3 anyway.

  J: Miss u.

  Me: :-D Same here.

  J: I’ll call u later. I have some cases this a.m.

  Me: K. BFN

  My body was damp all over, and I mean all over. From a mere text. I wanted him right next to me so I could feel his warm skin beneath my fingers. I rolled off the bed and trudged to the shower. When I stepped inside, my thoughts went straight to the last one I had. It was with him. Damn, he put a whole new spin on showers for me. The things he did with that hand held shower head. I never knew.

  I had to get a move on here. I didn’t have much time before seven thirty would be here. Mitchell Properties, my dad’s business and the place of my employment was on James Island, but traffic could get really jammed up on Folly Road, the main thoroughfare on the Island. If I didn’t get out of my house by seven, there was a chance I’d be a few minutes late. Not good for the daughter of the owner and the one who was supposed to kick off the meeting.

  I pulled myself together and got to work on time, albeit a tad frazzled. I could only blame Justin. All thoughts centered on him and my body was reacting. Dampness under my arms, warmth spreading throughout my body, heartbeat ratt-att-tatting, and damn if my panties weren’t damp too. I was freakin’ aroused just thinking about him.

  I walked in the door and the office receptionist was at her desk. She eyed me like a hawk.

  “Good weekend, I see.”

  Now what the heck did that mean?

  “Yep,” I answered curtly as I tried to breeze by.

  She stopped me before I could. Then she turned me to face her and buttoned one more button on my blouse. “I didn’t think you’d want everyone to see that little mark you have there,” she said.

  Holy fire balls! Isn’t that just craptabulous?

  I blew out a lungful of air. “Thanks Alana.”

  “Any time Terri.”

  I marched to my office and dropped my stuff on my desk and then headed straight for the bathroom. Grabbing a wad of paper towels, I started to dab up the moisture that had formed on my body. This shit was not going to work for me. I could not go through life with perpetual sweat clinging to every inch of my body. I needed a cold shower.

  Damn! Why did I have to say the word shower?

  My body turned into a puddle of liquid heat. A fire started in my belly and traveled straight between my legs. I was panting. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened and I stood face to face with another agent. Angela.

  Oh God! Just what I need now.

  “What’s got you so worked up this morning?” she asked in that breathy voice of hers.

  “Traffic.”

  “Traffic? Where did you come from ‘cause it was easy peasy this morning for me?”

  “Yeah, well good for you,” I meowed.

  “Gee, someone is PMSing. You need to get laid honey.”

  I gulped. Hard. She heard me and looked at me.

  “I wouldn’t wait much longer or that thing of yours is gonna shrivel right on up from inactivity. You know, I heard that if you don’t use it, you lose it.”

  “Yeah, well, no worries for you then, huh?” I retorted.

  “I know, right? My little thingy is going to have her fun whenever she can.”

  My little thingy? What the hell!

  “Well, good for your little thingy Angela,” I squealed. That little thingy of hers had been all over hell and half of Georgia, and then some.

  She giggled and we both walked out the door. She thought I was on board with her. Who the hell calls their anatomy their ‘little thingy’ anyway? That woman was whacked. Too bad she was one of our number one agents. I had to wonder what the hell she did to her clients. I was worried about it but too afraid to ask.

  I managed to get through the meeting and the rest of the day with only three internal combustions. The first two occurred when I got two texts from Justin. Two very explicit sexts, explaining exactly what he wanted to do to me when he saw me later that night. I had to excuse myself from the lunch room after the first one and go sit in my car with the AC on max. After the second sext, I just rode the storm. The third time happened after a phone call. He didn’t even talk about sex. He called to tell me he was thinking about me. It was short and sweet, but that voice of his was so husky, sexy and full of promise. I decided afterwards that I was going to start carrying around several changes of panties. This was ridiculous.

  I had two showings that day. The first one was with a couple who was moving here from Seattle. They both worked for Boeing and decided to take the move to the East coast when Boeing opened up their newest facility in Charleston. I had three houses to show them in West Ashley.

  My second one was that afternoon with an older woman who was downsizing. Her husband had passed away recently so she was ready to move to something smaller that required less work. She wanted to look at some properties in Mount Pleasant.

  Both went well and I think I had potential sales for both.

  I got home around five and was worn out. I changed and headed to the gym. My phone rang on the way there.

  “Hey!” It was Justin. “You up for dinner later?”

  “Yeah, after my workout. Someone did a number on my body today so I need to work out some frustrations.”

  “What are you talking about?” He sounded totally confused.

  I laughed as I explained what I meant.

  “Well, I have a better way of handling those frustrations, you know.”


  “Oh yeah?”

  “Oh yeah!”

  “Well, I must work out. It’s not an option. I’ve been ordered to by my doctor, Doctor.”

  “Right. Okay, how about meet me at my place at seven thirty then.”

  “Sounds great. But I don’t know where you live.”

  I should’ve known it would be downtown Charleston, south of Broad Street, where all the wealthiest of the wealthy lived. He was, after all, a Middleton.

  “Terri, I could pick you up if you want.”

  “Justin, I’m not helpless. I can drive.”

  “Okay. Great. See you in a little while then.”

  My workout was fine. I had a weight routine that I had to do. The muscles in that right leg had weakened and I had to get them back up to par. Physical therapy had set me up on the right path and then they had recommended a trainer that I worked with. I was at the gym five days a week. I didn’t want to lose anything I had gained.

  I left there and on my way home Justin called.

  “Come straight here. You don’t need to shower. I have plans for you.”

  Well, didn’t that sound fun?

  “On my way.”

  I pulled into his driveway and sat and gazed at his beautiful home. It was a three story brick Charleston single house with a two story piazza that ran the length of the home. This was my favorite style of home so I chuckled to myself when I saw he owned one.

  And then he was standing next to my car and opening the door for me.

  “Hey.” His hand reached for mine and he helped me out.

  I went to return the “hey” but my mouth was captured by his in a toe clenching, tummy tightening kiss.

  As soon as I could, I broke away saying, “I don’t smell very good Justin.”

  “You always smell good to me baby.” And I was back to being kissed and caressed. I’d been holding my purse in my other hand, but I let it drop to the ground and wrapped that arm around his neck. My body melted into his as his kiss deepened and he backed me up against my Honda Pilot. Then he lifted me up on the hood of the car and my legs were around his waist. His mouth moved to my neck and he nipped and nibbled his way to my throat. An inferno burned within me and made a beeline straight between my legs. I scooted closer to his hips, wanting my body to touch him there.

  “I need you Justin,” I panted between breaths. “I’ve needed you all day. You’re all I could think of.”

  “Then let’s do something about that.”

  He bent down to retrieve my purse and then picked me up. My legs tightened around his waist. I wanted to feel that friction between us as he walked. I moved my hips around, trying to make the most of it.

  “Eager, are you?” he asked with a smile.

  “Oh yeah.”

  I was almost dry humping the man by now. He took the stairs two at a time and when we got to his bedroom it struck me that I was nasty from working out.

  “Shower first?”

  “No way, babe. I want you now. Just like this.”

  “But...”

  “Hush. No buts.”

  He tugged all my clothes off and my hands were shaking, trying to get his off. He finally brushed them aside and did it himself.

  When he was naked, I guzzled in the sight of him. Hot. He was so damned hot.

  “Terri, I want you to touch yourself for me. Now. Do it.”

  I had no will where he was concerned. I was so damned aroused, I would’ve done anything at this point. I did what he told me.

  “Tell me what you feel.”

  “Wet. I’m wet,” I murmured.

  “How wet?”

  “Very.”

  “Good. Now, what do you want Terri?”

  “I want you inside of me Justin.”

  “Is that all?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, you want me to slide inside of you and that’s all. Like this?”

  He put the tip of his thickness at my opening and ever so slowly, he slid into me. And then he didn’t move. Not one inch. He just stayed like that. I tried to move but he stilled me with his hands on my hips.

  “Is this all you want Terri?” he teased.

  “No! I want you to move. In and out. Fast and hard.”

  “Ah, I see. Like this?”

  And then it started. He drove into me and pulled out, hard and fast. I cried out. He did it again and again. I thought I would go crazy. My heart was pounding, I arched my back, trying to get every last bit of him...his fullness deep within me. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better than this, he looked at me under heavy lidded eyes and said, “Terri, I’m going to make you come now. And when you do, you’re going to scream baby.”

  Good lord, I was already screaming! Could I scream any louder? What will the neighbors think?

  He took the pad of his thumb and pressed it hard against my nub of sensitivity, barely moving it. He held me like that and within seconds I was falling off that proverbial cliff, screaming out his name, over and over. My fingers were digging into his shoulders and seconds later, he was right there with me. It took a few minutes for everything to settle down between us.

  “Holy hell Justin. No damn wonder I get my panties all wet when I think of you!” I felt, rather than heard his laughter. I opened my eyes to see his face right above mine and him laughing.

  The next thing I knew, his hands were underneath my ass and he was picking me up. My fingers were still clenched on his shoulders and I asked, “Is this how we’re going to eat dinner?”

  He let out another loud bark of laughter. “Only if you want. I had something else in mind at this time though.”

  We walked, or rather he did, lugging me around his waist and still inside of me I might add, through his bedroom and into his bathroom. I spied the shower so I had an idea of where we were headed. My oh my, this was going to me a very nice evening.

  An hour later, we emerged all nice and clean.

  “So, are you hungry?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.

  “Well, what do you think?” I sassed back.

  “I hope you are because I have some good stuff for us to eat. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and I stopped him.

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  “Nope,” he said with a smirk.

  I didn’t have any clothes. He tossed me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I put on the shorts and was happy to find the drawstring on the waist. He tugged it tight for me and tied it up.

  “You look very cute and sexy in my clothes Ms. Mitchell.”

  “Er, thanks I think. But I can spot a bull shitter you know.”

  “Terri, that stuff is still on your eyes.”

  I moaned. “I know! I can’t get this crap off. And my eyes are getting redder and they’re so itchy. Look.”

  He bent down and really inspected them. “Honey, I think you need to see a doctor about that.”

  I poked him in the ribs. “Will you be serious?”

  “I am.”

  “You are a doctor.”

  “I’m a surgeon. You need to see a dermatologist. I don’t know a damn thing about this kind of stuff.”

  “What is it with you doctors anyway? You only know certain things?”

  “That’s right. It’s called being a specialist.”

  “That’s so annoying. You all should know everything.”

  “Honey, that’s ridiculous and you know it. That’s like saying a plumber should be an electrician too.”

  I grumbled at that but he had a point. “Whatever. I don’t have a dermatologist.”

  “Jackson’s wife is one. Do you want me to call her and get you an appointment for tomorrow?”

  “Could you?”

  He grabbed his cell and made a quick call. Then he gave me a number to call and told me it would be set up and all I had to do was call her office in the morning. I hoped I still had eyelashes in the morning.

  We went down to the kitchen where Justin had prepped everything for the meal before I got there. He wa
s cooking salmon on a cedar plank, orzo with grilled vegetables and a salad. He poured me a glass of pinot noir and got to cooking. Forty minutes later, we were eating a scrumptious meal.

  “Wow, that was really good. I didn’t know you had these hidden culinary talents,” I marveled

  He laughed. “Pearce and I used to have cook offs. We’d make our friends judge our meals. We thought we should be on Iron Chef or something, I don’t know.”

  “This was probably the best salmon I’ve ever eaten.”

  “Probably? Probably?” His chair flew back and he grabbed me. I was lifted off of mine and thrown over his shoulder in a flash. “Remember what happened the last time you made a comment about me like this?”

  “Oh yeah. I ended up giving you an amazing blow j...”

  “Okay, stop. You win!”

  He slung me around until we were face to face.

  “Will the sexual attraction always be this intense between us?” I asked. The question had been on my mind, but I had no intention of asking it. I was shocked I did. My hand flew to my mouth and I covered the O it had formed.

  He put his hand around my wrist and pulled it away from my mouth. In that deep and husky whisper of his, he answered, “I don’t know, but God I hope so because it’s a staggering thing.” Then his mouth was on mine.

  Not much later, he walked me to my car. He tried his best to talk me into staying the night, but I decided it wasn’t the best idea. Everything in my body begged me to stay. My tingling nerve endings, my pounding heart, the way my heart shifted when he touched me. But I also wanted to have some rationality about this whole thing too. When I was near him, all rational thought developed wings and was out the window like a damn bird.

  We kissed, soft, slow and easy.

  “Think of me, how I am when I’m inside of you making you come, when you’re all alone in your bed tonight Terri,” his breath tickling my ear as he whispered to me.

  My belly flipped and landed on my clenched toes. All other thoughts were pushed out of my head by that one he just slipped in there. I had that vision of the two of us now, imprinted on my mind. I wanted to speak, but my breath was locked in my throat.

  He kissed me softly again and ran his tongue along my bottom lip before stepping back to open my car door.

 

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