One Night Stand: An Erotic Serial: Episode Three

by Robinson, Sarah

  “Who is that guy?” Jackson asked. “I get this weird feeling that whatever is happening over there...it has to do with you.”

  I ducked his gaze, taking a deep breath. “You wouldn’t be entirely wrong.”

  “Want to talk about it?” Jackson asked. “Or should I be rushing out there to break up a fight?”

  I shook my head. “No. Blake wouldn’t do that. He’s not the fighting type.”

  “Blake,” Jackson confirmed my naming. “So, who is Blake to you? Aside from your cousin’s date? Holy shit, Emma. Are you shtupping your cousin’s man?”

  “The exact opposite, actually,” a wry smile crossed my face, although happy was the last thing I was feeling. “Blake and I...we have a history. Long before Sandy came into the picture.”

  “Shit.” Jackson pushed his hands into his pockets. “That’s...complicated.”

  “You can say that again.”

  “I will completely deny this conversation if you ever tell anyone,” Jackson began. “But, I’ve known Dylan for a long time. He’s as good as they come. Truthfully, he’s the type of man I look up to and aspire to be. But the thing about Dylan is...he doesn’t give his heart easily. He’s guarded and cautious, and he has every right to be.”

  I let out a small sigh, wondering if I’d ruined things with Dylan now that Blake was back in the picture.

  “I don’t know what is going on between you two,” Jackson continued. “But I’ve seen a different side of Dylan the past few days. He’s more distracted, but he’s also...lighter. There’s an excitement in him that I don’t often see.”

  “You think so?” That sounded hopeful. That sounded wonderful, actually.

  Jackson nodded slowly, but he wasn’t smiling. “So what I’m telling you, Emma, is that you get one chance at this. At him. If you screw that up, well that’s on you.”

  I swallowed hard as Jackson walked away, joining another group of guests a few feet away. I knew he was right, but what I didn’t know was what the hell I was going to do about it.

  “Can we talk?”

  I whirled around to find Dylan standing behind me. And he looked fucking pissed.

  I felt myself shrinking slightly under his gaze, recoiling into myself with guilt. “Uh, sure.”

  “In private.” He began to walk away and I watched him for a second before realizing that I was supposed to be following him.

  Hurrying to catch up to him, I lagged a few steps behind. We exited the main reception hall into a side hallway toward where I knew the bathrooms were. He kept walking down the hallway until we came to a set of double doors. Pushing them open, Dylan stepped inside and held the door open for me to accompany him. I stepped into the dark room and he closed the door behind me, leaving us completely blind in total black.

  I heard him fumbling against the wall and suddenly the room was cast in light. I looked around to realize that we were in a catering kitchen. Stainless silver on every surface, the room looked big enough to be able to entertain a party triple our size. I knew for a fact that there was a closer kitchen that the caterers for Elise’s wedding had been using, so I was surprised to see this one at all.

  “I didn’t even know this was here,” I said, trying to break the tension in the room.

  “So I just had a fun conversation,” Dylan began, completely ignoring my small talk.

  “Oh?” I asked, not sure what I was supposed to say to that. Hell, I wasn’t sure what he actually knew at this point, or how much I should tell him. It’s not like we were dating. I actually had no idea what we were. And throwing Blake into the mix? I was even less assured of anything now.

  “Your boyfriend, Blake? He had quite a few choice words for me. Most of them around the fact that you’re his and I should stay the fuck away.” Dylan crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at me.

  “Okay, first of all, he’s my ex-boyfriend. And I told you about him,” I reminded him. “And for the record, I had no idea he was going to be here, let alone be at all interested in trying to win me back.”

  “Well, he’s here now.” Dylan looked down at his feet, but when he looked up at me, his eyes were softer. More vulnerable. “I need to know, Emma...am I wasting my time here?”

  I felt an aching in my heart at the way he spoke, his words gentle and worried. What had I been thinking? Why had I even entertained the idea of Blake when the man in front of me was offering me so much more than I’d ever gotten from Blake in the years we had been together.

  “Dylan, no.” I stepped forward, placing my hands on his forearms. He relaxed his arms to his sides and pressed his forehead against mine. “Blake is in my past. I don’t know why he’s here. I wasn’t expecting him to be here, that’s for damn sure. I don’t want him here.”

  “You don’t?” Dylan moved his hands to my waist and pulled me against him.

  I shook my head again. “I definitely don’t. But what I do want...I want you.”

  His eyes hooded as he looked down at me, a low rumble emitting from his throat. “Is that so?”

  I opened my mouth to respond but he cut me off by capturing my lips with his. His hands snaked around my back and pressed me to him tightly. We stepped backward together until my back was against the stainless steel countertop. A chill ran down my back at the cold metal against my open-back.

  Dylan gripped my hips and lifted me onto its surface, then stepped between my parted legs. My skirt bunched up around my waist and I felt his length pushing against me. As many times as we’d slept together already, I still couldn’t wrap my mind around his size. The man was packing heat and I was more than willing to be his recipient.

  His tongue twisted around mine as his hands slid up my thighs. One hand circled around to my ass, squeezing gently, as the other slid between my legs and pushed my panties to the side. I groaned when he touched me, circling the small bundle of nerves that sent spikes shooting through my veins. When he slipped a finger inside of me, I melted forward, leaning against him for support as I begged him for more. Deeper. Harder.

  He was more than willing to oblige and made quick work of unbuttoning his pants. Pushing them down slightly, he freed himself. My palm wrapped around him, making quick work of bringing him to full mast.

  I scooted forward on the counter, lining myself up with him and wrapping my legs around his back. He pressed against my entrance and I held my breath, waiting for the moment when he would fill me to completion. But he paused instead.

  “I didn’t bring any protection with me,” he admitted, looking up at me.

  I shrugged. “I’m clean and on the pill. I think we’ll be fine.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Nodding, I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me, assuring him that this was exactly what I wanted. He was exactly what I wanted.

  When he slid inside me, it wasn’t slow and it wasn’t sweet. It was hard and fast and commanding. He took everything I was offering and came back for more. I moaned against his shoulder with every thrust as he nibbled on my neck and kissed his way back up to my jaw, then found my lips.

  “Look at me,” he said in a raspy voice.

  I lifted my drooping eyelids to find him intensely staring at me.

  “I want you to come while you’re looking at me,” he continued. “I want you to know exactly who you’re with. Exactly whose you are.”

  I gasped as his hand came down hard against my ass in that moment.

  “Tell me, Emma.”

  “What?” I croaked out, trying to keep my focus on him while also feeling my entire body nearing the brink of an explosion that I didn’t think I’d be able to control. Every part of me was tensing and building and I felt like I could barely breathe, let alone hold a conversation.

  He slammed into me harder, his fingers digging into my ass now. “Tell me that you’re mine. You...this...it’s all fucking mine.”

  My heart pounded in my chest at his words and I felt a fullness inside me that went way beyond the physical. I wrapped my arms around
his neck and covered his mouth with mine, kissing him long and deep. I groaned against his lips as he dipped his hand between us and rubbed my clit as he continued to thrust inside of me with his cock.

  “I’m yours,” I whispered against his mouth. “You can have me...all of me. Take me.”

  And I realized in that moment that I truly meant it. I wanted to be his. I wanted him more than just physically in that moment, or for that weekend. I wanted to feel him inside of me every day for the rest of my life. I wanted to be possessed by him. I wanted him to own me and teach me everything he knew about love and sex.

  “Say it again,” he commanded, speeding up the circles he was making across my clit.

  My body bucked in response, the beginnings of my orgasm spiraling through me. I kept my gaze on him as every nerve ending inside of me began to explode. “I am yours, Dylan. I am yours!”

  I screamed out the last part as I fell apart completely, my body shaking and trembling around his cock as I heard him groan and felt the hot rush of his own climax inside of me.

  We stilled for a moment, our foreheads pressed together as we both focused on trying to catch our breaths.

  Dylan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I’m not ready for this to be over, Emma.”

  His voice was soft and my heart pounded in response. “Does it have to be?”

  He shook his head, looking up at me. “Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But...what then?”

  I didn’t know the answer to that as much as he didn’t either.

  “We should probably get back,” he finally said.

  I pushed off the counter and pulled my panties back into place. “And I need to get cleaned up.”

  Dylan grabbed my arm and shook his head. “Don’t.”

  “What?” I furrowed my brow, confused.

  He offered me a conspiratorial grin. “I want you to spend the rest of the evening walking around with me inside you.”

  My lips twitched, not sure whether to feel touched or like a pervert. “Does this have to do with Blake?”

  He shrugged. “I’ll certainly enjoy seeing him hit on you knowing that I just made you scream with my dick.”

  I batted at his chest, shaking my head. “Oh my God. You’re ridiculous.”

  He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me toward the exit. “But you kind of like that about me.”

  He wasn’t wrong. Goddamn, I was screwed.

  Chapter Four

  Dylan

  I’m not entirely sure what had possessed me to fuck Emma in the kitchen only a few feet away from an entire wedding party. But one thing I did know? I didn’t regret it one bit.

  “Come on, Dylan. We need to hurry.” Jackson motioned for me to join him from the main exit to the reception hall--the same one I’d found myself outside of with Blake not too long ago.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, lowering my voice as I approached him.

  Jackson leaned in closer to me, lowering his voice as well. “Time to fuck up Mark’s car.”

  I crossed my arms in the sign of an ‘x’ over my chest. “Oh, no. I already fell for that once tonight. I’m out.”

  “You what?” Jackson scrunched up his face. “What are you talking about?”

  “Are you actually going to be doing something to Mark’s car?” I asked again, still wary about walking into the same trap twice.

  Jackson lifted a bag that he’d been holding and opened it up. Inside were cans of washable spray paint, cans, silly string, and a random assortment of other vandalism tricks of the trade.

  “Oh. Well, then, yeah. Let’s do it.”

  “You’re a weird dude,” Jackson said to me, then laughed as he turned to head outside.

  I followed him and we made quick work of getting Mark and Elise’s car decorated from hood to tail pipe. It looked absolutely ridiculous, but I was proud of what we had accomplished. We ditched the supplies in Jackson’s car and headed back inside, hopeful that none were the wiser.

  I looked around the room for Emma, but I didn’t see her anywhere. Frowning, I walked over to our table and noticed that Sandy was the only one sitting there.

  “Hey,” I greeted her. I didn’t really know the woman, but she’d seemed nice enough to me at first. Of course, now that I knew she would date her cousin’s ex, my feelings were beginning to wane.

  She just nodded, not even bothering to look up at me. “Hey.”

  “You okay?” I took my seat, which was halfway around the table from her.

  Sandy sighed and placed her elbows on the table. “I am just annoyed. I came here with a date and he’s literally been MIA all evening.”

  “Did he leave?” I hoped she would say yes.

  She shook her head. “No. The car we came in is still here. I just can’t find him.”

  That made me uncomfortable given the fact that I didn’t see Emma at the moment either.

  “I have to be frank with you,” I finally said, leaning closer to the table and lowering my voice. “What the hell were you thinking bringing Blake here?”

  Sandy’s chin jutted out as she lifted her head and huffed lightly. “Excuse me?”

  “You didn’t have a plus one on the invitation. You knew that Blake was Emma’s ex-boyfriend. Why would you want to date someone like that, let alone bring him to a party she would be at?”

  I knew I was coming at her kind of hard, and frankly, I had no idea how she was going to respond. She might be the type to fight back, or she could start crying. Neither option were favorable, so I really wasn’t sure what the fuck I was doing.

  All I knew was that I felt protective of Emma for some reason, and this woman--her own freaking family--had purposefully set out to hurt her.

  “I didn’t know he knew Emma,” she retorted, pushing back in her chair. “And how dare you accuse me of such a thing when you don’t even know me!”

  I rolled my eyes. Okay, so we were clearly going with feigned innocence. “Whatever you say, Sandy. All I know is that if you ever set out to hurt Emma again, you and I are going to be having a much more in depth chat.”

  With that, I stood from my chair and walked over to the bar. The bartender was one of the best I’ve seen and had my bourbon poured and ready before I’d even gotten to him.

  “Thanks, man,” I said to him, leaving a tip in the glass jar on the bar top.

  “Appreciate it.” The bartender nodded, but then he paused and leaned closer. “Hey, your girl just walked out with that other guy at your table. She didn’t look very happy.”

  I lifted one brow. “She did?”

  The bartender nodded again, his expression a little more grave this time. I thanked him and placed down my drink, heading for one of the exits. I wasn’t sure which way they’d gone, but I figured I’d just try them all and see where I landed. This venue was a maze and had a lot going on behind the scenes that I’d only recently discovered.

  First, I returned to the kitchen where Emma and I had been not too long ago but I found no sign of her. I checked the bathrooms next and then wandered the halls, but they were still nowhere to be seen.

  Frustrated, I felt my mind wandering out of control with worries about what they may be doing. Did she still have feelings for Blake? Would he be able to convince her to take him back? After all, I’d only known Emma for three days. It was unrealistic to think that our short time together might mean more to her than the years she’d spent with Blake.

  Or was that crazy?

  Was it crazy for me to think that we really had something? I felt, at least, that we had formed a connection that I’d never experienced before. I’d been in longer relationships and even been in longer flings, but none of them had that same feeling I got when I looked at Emma. A part of me had known that for a few days now, but until today--until tonight--I hadn’t really focused on that and admitted that that was what was going on inside of me.

  But now--faced with the possibility of losing her--it seemed more obvious than ever.

  I was falling in
love with Emma.

  Chapter Five

  Emma

  “Thank you for agreeing to talk to me.” Blake turned to me from where he was sitting in the passenger seat of my car. “I think it’s been long overdue, don’t you?”

  I glanced over at him from where I was sitting in the driver’s seat. “I don’t really see how there’s anything else we have to say to each other.”

  Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I’d agreed to meet with him in the first place. He’d been so insistent, begging me to just give him five minutes and swearing he’d leave me alone forever after that. I’d caved, but I was regretting it now. I just wanted to be back inside with all my friends and family, and especially Dylan.

  “That’s not true,” Blake replied, angling his body to face mine and resting the side of his head against the car headrest. “Emma...it’s been so long since we’ve just been around each other. Don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss us?”

  I didn’t respond right away, turning his question over and over again in my mind. I wasn’t sure I’d have the answers he wanted. I wasn’t even sure I had the answers I wanted.

  Slowly, I nodded my head. “I think I do miss us--”

  “I’m so glad you feel the same way I do,” Blake immediately cut me off and reached across to grab my hand.

  I didn’t pull away. “You didn’t let me finish.”

  “Sorry.” Blake was grinning now, like a kid who’d just won a trophy. “Go ahead.”

  “I was saying that I do miss us...but not the real us.”

  He frowned and scrunched up his brow.

  “What I mean is, I miss the ‘us’ that I thought we were. The relationship and the person that I’d built up in my mind as perfect and beautiful and everything I ever wanted to find in love.” I was frowning now, and picking up speed as I spoke. “But that’s the problem--that was never who we were. That was never us.”

  Blake shook his head and squeezed my hand tighter. “We had an amazing relationship, Emma. The only problem was me. I didn’t know what I wanted--or who I was. I didn’t realize that I already had everything that I wanted right in front of me. You, Emma, are everything I’ve ever needed in my life. Being with you makes me a better man, and I need that. I need you.”