A Reckless Night

by Van,P. G.

  “I--I am not saying that, but I’m worried he will convince you.”

  “I seriously can’t believe we are having this conversation. How many times did he call you?”

  “I have been talking to him for the past week. He called me every single day of the week.”

  “Meena, he is messing with your head,” she said softly and added, “You know he does that and does it really well.”

  “True, but he was so convincing.” She knew at that point her ex was manipulating her sister.

  Varsha chuckled taunting her sister’s emotion. “The guy who didn't care for the mother of his child and decided to get married the day after the divorce was finalized and yes, I am sure his new wife left and that's why he wants to get back.”

  “How did you know she left him?” Meena was visibly taken aback.

  “Oh, I guessed, and I’m sure he told you it wasn’t his fault,” she said rolling her eyes.

  “He sounded so honest and got me thinking if he really is reformed,” she said her voice wavering.

  “I’m not surprised he called you. He knew we would have a conversation about him. This is the guy that convinced mom and dad that I had someone else’s child.” She wasn’t angry; she was concerned her sister was being affected by the emotional show her ex was putting on.

  “Why didn't you tell me he reached out to you?” Meena asked not letting go.

  “Because it's not important. Nothing is going to change.”

  “He wants to be back in your life, Varsha, and I am wondering if you secretly hoped for him to come back and that's why you don't want to see anyone else,” Meena declared.

  “Easy there, Dr.Phil. I have no desire to go back into that hellhole, and there is no way I am letting Myra go through it,” she snarled.

  “Myra is his daughter too...she might want her father in her life at some point,” Meena uttered the harsh truth.

  “Not according to him. Do you not remember the email I showed you where he claimed I was sleeping around, and I didn't know which one of the many men I slept with is the father?”

  Meena closed her eyes with disgust but could not let go. “Myra will want to know about her father.”

  “Meena, when she is old enough, I will tell her about her father and if she wants to meet him, I will take her myself.”

  “What about you? You don’t need a man in your life? You are barely thirty. Have you resigned to the fact that you are going to be single?” Meena was concerned about her sister.

  Varsha smiled and wondered how her sister would have reacted if she had caught her with Kris just a few minutes ago.

  “I need you to stop worrying about me. Okay?” Varsha said looking at her sister who was no longer listening to her and was looking over her shoulder.

  “Holy mother of gawd…who is that?” her sister squealed walking towards her to look out of the window.

  She turned to look wondering what had caught her sister’s attention. Kris was in his yard moving around doing something, and he had thankfully put on another t-shirt.

  “Is that your new neighbor?” she asked looking at me in disbelief and added, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Meena, I don’t know who that guy is. I am seeing him for the first time. He may be my neighbor’s gardener.”

  “Nope, I am pretty sure he is not the gardener.”

  “It doesn’t matter, Meena.”

  “No, I need to find out,” she said walking towards the sliding glass door to the yard and stopped short before stepping out.

  “Will you go on a date with him if he is not the gardener and if he is single?”

  “What is wrong with you, Meena?”

  “You need to start dating other dudes so your ex doesn’t think you are waiting for him to take you back,” she declared and when Varsha rolled her eyes at her, she came up with another idea.

  “I want you to go introduce yourself to that guy and get his information or you go on another date I set up.”

  “What the crap Meena!! Myra might wake up anytime so we’ll have to do it some other time,” she said looking out of the window hoping Kris was gone.

  “No, now. I will go get Myra if she wakes up.” Her sister was adamant.

  “Fine!!” she said walking towards her sister.

  “What? Wait. You can’t go out wearing this pathetic t-shirt,” her sister objected.

  If only her sister knew the real owner of the t-shirt.

  “I am not going to change for some random dude,” she snapped.

  “Okay, whatever. Just go before he disappears,” she urged literally pushing Varsha out into the yard.

  “This is so cheesy!!” Varsha complained.

  “Shut it and move your butt.”

  She approached the fence with all of her sister’s senses focused on her.

  “Hi there,” she called out to Kris as she got closer to the fence and saw the surprised look on his face.

  “Hello?” he said walking towards the fence.

  “I am Varsha, are you my new neighbor?”

  Kris looked at her sister standing at the door and smiled at her sister and whispered to Varsha, “she asked you to come talk to me?”

  “Yes,” she snarled under her breath.

  “Hi, I’m Kris,” he said loud enough for Meena to hear and lowered his voice, “she has no idea does she?”

  “Obviously not…”

  “She set you up on that date, didn’t she?”

  “Yes, but she doesn’t know anything about what happened,” she whispered.

  “Varsha, I think Myra is up. I am going to go check on her,” her sister squealed with excitement and stepped out of their view.

  “Myra is up already?” Kris scrunched his nose.

  “Nope, my sister just wants us to think she is not in the picture but she is watching us from the window. She can’t hear us, but she is watching us for sure.”

  Kris laughed titling his head back and said, “Unbelievable, but funny!!”

  “So Kris, tell me about yourself. When did you move in?” she winked.

  “I moved in a few weeks ago looking for my girlfriend, Lisa,” he taunted.

  “Kris, stop it. I seriously know nothing about you. I am hoping you are single.”

  “What do you think?”

  “Not funny, Kris!!”

  “I told you I have a girlfriend, and her name is Lisa,” he smirked.

  She looked at him her eyes boring into his and asked, “Have you been married before?”

  “Nope, is that a deal breaker for Lisa?” he winked.

  “You’ll need to ask her when you see her later tonight,” she smiled batting her eyelashes.

  “I want my t-shirt back, right now,” he said moving closer to the fence.

  “Kris, Meena is watching.”

  “Would she be amused if I kissed you now?”

  “No,” she said taking a step back from the fence.

  He laughed making her catch her breath and said, ”You can tell your sister I am not mad at her for interrupting us.”

  “Right, I will be sure to tell her that.” She rolled her eyes at him.

  “Will you also tell her that I am not available to date her sister because I am interested in this hot chick I met three months ago?” he teased.

  “Are you meeting Lisa tonight?” she asked huskily.

  “If she is available.”

  “Lisa will be free at nine if that works for you.” She smiled making him want to kick down the fence and take her right there in her yard in broad daylight.

  “I can’t wait,” he said his voice hoarse.

  “Lisa can’t wait either,” she chuckled.

  “I’m not going to stop even if we are caught butt naked by the entire neighborhood,” he declared.

  “Lisa wouldn’t want you to stop either,” she rasped feeling the heat at the apex of her thighs.

  “You are so fucking hot right now, I want to rip your clothes again.”

  She took a de
ep breath crossing her arms across her chest and said, “We have a lot of talking to do before you rip Lisa’s clothes off.”

  “What more do you want to know about me?” he asked.

  “You need to know things about me before I become Lisa…again,” she said softly.

  “I know everything I need to know about you baby,” he crooned.

  “You don’t and there are a few things that I know I need to deal with, and I could be a total bitch sometimes,” she warned.

  “I would love to get down and dirty with that woman,” he growled.

  She took a deep breath feeling her nipples harden and moisture surging into her folds down below.

  “I am so jealous of my t-shirt right now, you have no idea,” he grunted deep inside.

  “Kris…I will see you later tonight,” she smiled turning away from him.

  “Hey…change the darn code on your garage tonight.” His voice was gruff.

  She laughed feeling the heat on her cheeks. “I will power off the garage door.”

  “And any other door that people have access to,” he laughed.

  “I’ll see you at nine, or Lisa will see you at nine.”

  “What do you want to eat?” she asked sheepishly.

  “You know what I want to eat,” he said raising his eyebrow.

  “Food, Kris. I am going to cook.”

  “You are not, I am cooking, and you just let me eat you.”

  “Deal!!” she waved to him as she stepped away from the fence, her body hot and wet with aching need.

  Chapter Ten

  Varsha paced in her living room waiting for Kris wearing a silky mini skirt and a sweater; the sweater she had left the hotel room in after a heart-pounding night with Kris.

  It was ten minutes past nine when she heard the fence door open. She walked up to the sliding door that led to the yard and opened the glass door but left the screen door closed.

  “You are late,” she snapped looking at Kris approach her holding a bag.

  “Hey…I found my sweater. I can leave now,” he mocked.

  “You can’t have it back. It’s mine.” She ran her palms suggestively on her chest.

  “Are you wet already?”

  “You’ll never find out if you make one more smart-ass comment,” she snarled, gently leaning against the screen.

  She took her lips to the screen. “I don’t hear an apology for being late.”

  He set the bag down and ran his palms on the screen door and said, “The longer you make me stand here, the more you are starving yourself.”

  “Really?”

  He leaned against the screen and brought his lips to hers. She moaned feeling the warmth through the screen and shuddered at the feel of his warm lips against her through the sheer metal.

  She reached out to open the screen door and felt his arm wrap around her waist. She moaned melting against him, molding her yearning body to his rigid contours. She placed her palm on his cheek as he demanded her lips for a fierce and devouring kiss.

  He ran his palms on her bottom feeling the tease from the flow of silk.

  “I can’t wait anymore, and I am not stopping no matter who shows up?” he mumbled against her lips, sliding the door shut with one hand.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” she purred pulling back from him.

  “I don’t know what you have in mind, but I am all in,” he teased swirling his tongue along her jawline.

  She said his name, her voice quivering, and he moaned in response breathing fire on her neck. He ran his palms on her bottom and lifted her feet off the floor.

  She wrapped her long legs around him taking his lower lip between her teeth.

  “I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he growled carrying her up the stairs, his lips never leaving hers. She let out a suppressed yelp when he let her fall onto the bed with his weight crushing her to the mattress.

  “I miss your beard,” she said nipping his cheek and added, “I am wondering if you are the same sexy man I met that night.”

  “Give me a few minutes, and I will clear out any doubts,” he mocked against her earlobe sending tremors through her body.

  “Show me…prove to me you are the same guy from that night,” she said through gritted teeth wrapping her arms around his neck.

  He growled with primal hunger running his palms over her chest on his way down to the silken folds that yearned for his touch. She clenched her stomach holding her breath waiting for his touch; the touch she could not forget, the touch she longed for months, and the touch that brought her out of a sex coma one reckless night.

  “I want you…I want you now,” she demanded and pleaded at the same time setting his being on fire. He waited months for the moment and delved into the intensity of the moment taking in the raw pleasure. The moist warmth and her pure desire for him welcomed his fingers. She was ready for him, and he so badly wanted a release, his balls hurt.

  She reached for the bulge in his shorts as he dipped his fingers into her making them groan in unison. She rubbed his hardness over his shorts, her strokes matching the frequency with which he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

  “I missed you!!” she cried letting go of him and digging her nails into his arms as she felt her climb come to her.

  “I missed you too, beautiful,” he said against her lips, enjoying the feel of her inside, around his fingers. His thumb rubbed her swollen clit while his fingers found her sweet spot. She lay in front of him, her hair sprawled on the mattress, her eyes rolled shut as she delved into a whirlpool of sensations.

  “Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to look into your eyes when you come.” She responded to his command and looked into his eyes, and the look in his eyes made her catch her breath. It was the most intense, desire-driven, savage look she’d ever seen, and it ratcheted her need to release to an uncontrollable level. She moaned, and he felt the pulsation around his fingers when she screamed out his name making him blast off inside his shorts.

  He pulled his fingers out of her and took them to his mouth making sure she was watching him. She gasped at the sight of the slick juices seep into his warm mouth and felt a million orgasms rip through her with dirty pleasure. She was surprised at how her body reacted to the twisted sight and knew she wanted more, and he was the one who was capable of satisfying her needs.

  “Why do I get the feeling I am going to die every time you do something to me?” she gasped her lungs fighting for air.

  “You got to remember to breathe, baby!!” he teased kicking off his shorts and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

  She licked her lips at the sight of his virility wanting to touch and feel the velvety skin. She wrapped her fingers around the pulsating hardness as he came back to lie down next to her and said, “You are bigger than I remember.”

  “Are you complaining?” he mumbled running his lips on her chest before closing in on her pebbled nipples. She groaned, running her fingers through his hair pulling him closer enjoying the hint of pain every time he nipped on her buds.

  “Take me,” she gasped unable to handle the growing pain between her thighs as he continued to torment her nipples with his knife-edged tongue.

  “What do you mean, babe?” he teased.

  “Don’t make me beg!! Fuck me!!” It was an order.

  He dug his teeth into her breast one last time making her body tremble before getting up to bring the tip of his erection to tease her folds.

  She closed her eyes in anticipation of the thrust she longed for only to be commanded to open her eyes to look at him. She looked into his dark eyes as he inched into her with agonizing slowness. She moaned enjoying the stretching sensation as his shaft made its way into the depths of her pleasure.

  “You are so tight, I love it!!” His eyes were pools of lust, and the look in his eyes made her body turn to jelly. A raw form of pleasure and satisfaction washed over her when she realized she was the reason for his lust, she was capable of setting him on fire, and it was her abili
ty to please him that made him hungry for more; a feeling she never felt in her life until she met him. She wanted to give him more, she wanted more for her own delight and wanted him to look at her all the time, every time.

  She groaned gripping his arms as he drove in and out of her rhythmically, his hands on her hips, his fingertips denting her ass cheeks. Her teeth dug into her lower lip suppressing the need to scream her lungs out as he pounded into her, his flesh setting her clit on fire.

  “Holy fuck, Varsha.” He groaned deep inside as he drove into her with one final hard push and that did it for her. An orgasm blasted through her body with so much force it nearly made her pass out.

  He crashed onto her, his release raging through his body as if some potent drug stabbed into his veins, speeding up his heartbeat and clouding his mind. No woman had the capacity to make him feel at her mercy even when he was in the dominant position. He wanted her, he wanted to surrender to her and give her everything he ever had and more.

  She panted taking in his crushing weight and felt his warm release inside her triggering mini orgasms as her inner muscles milked him. He held her to him possessively and she enjoyed the thumping in his chest that matched hers and clung to him as they steadied their breathing.

  Kris grunted shifting his weight off her body without separating from her to plant a kiss on her sweaty forehead.

  “Don’t even think about leaving me alone in bed, I know where you live,” he chuckled.

  “Not funny,” she grumbled burying her face in his chest.

  “I am considering tying you to your bed so you don’t run away,” he teased running his arm around her waist.

  “I’m sorry I left. If it is any consolation, I was miserable for weeks,” she confessed her voice muffled.

  “Why did you leave?” he asked pulling away to look at her.

  “I was scared…I was scared of what it would be like in the morning and scared about every man being like my ex.”

  “I’m here for you, sweetheart.” His breath fanned her face as he cocooned her in his arms.

  “Should I be nervous?” she asked.

  She felt his breath hiss as his lips froze. He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his eyes burning into hers.