by Edwina Fort
It's like trying to propose,
And I ain't got the ring.
Oooh, damn, I'm sorry,
Standing from his chair, he gently pulled me out of mine before wrapping his arms around my waist, bringing me closer. The whole time, his eyes held mine in that gaze that hypnotized me. I had fallen completely under his spell; whatever he willed, I knew that I would do.
But girl, I've apologized
A million times before.
He hit that note! Oh, my goodness! He was breaking me down swiftly. This wasn’t fair. It was not enough that he is the most beautiful specimen I’ve ever laid eyes on, but he had the voice of an angel. It wasn’t fair.
So here it comes again, for all the wrong I've done.
Here's one million one.
We began to sway gently to the song he weaved around us…
It‘s like stayin' out at night,
Had way too much to drink.
Damn, I'm sorry
It's like you change your hair,
And I don't say a thing.
Damn, I'm sorry.
It's like we're fallin' fast asleep,
With no kiss, and before we hit.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
And it's like I forgot your gift,
On 07 01 03.
Damn, so sorry!
He changed the lyrics to July 1… That was my birthday. He knew my birthday.
But girl, I've apologized
A million times before.
So here it comes again
For all the wrong I've done.
Here's one million one.
His beautiful voice trailed off and we just stood staring into each other's eyes. I was so gone, but the words he spoke next only sealed the deal.
“I don’t care if it takes me apologizing for the rest of my life, I’m willing to do that. I just want you to forgive me, Free, I was stu—” I put my finger on his lips, cutting him off before standing on my toes, replacing my finger with my lips.
At this point, I was past talking. His singing had been my weakness and I wanted him. I wanted him to make me feel good. It had been so long since I felt good.
That was all the urging he needed. His big hands palmed the sides of my face and he took over the kiss, ravishing my mouth as if he was a starving man and I was his drink.
“Damn, baby, I’ve wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you again,” he muttered in between kisses. “I missed stealing kisses from you.”
When his hungry mouth latched on to my neck, he awakened something inside of me that has lain dormant for fifteen years.
Passion…
I was not broken. Dillion called me cold, but there was my heat. There it was… And it was true, only Tuck could turn it on.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his lips back to mine. I know that I should be stopping this; it could be catastrophic for my career. Sleeping with a patient was the number one sin in my profession. Yet at this moment, I would risk anything to continue to feel alive. And the fact is…he is the only man that can make me feel this way. I wanted him so badly I was nearly climbing him like a tree. His masculinity was like a drug and I was addicted.
That night I learned something about myself. I am an extremely passionate woman, and I have needs that if gone too long without being fulfilled, turned me into something of a savage. I don’t know if I pushed him back in the chair or if he sat down, all I know is I ended up straddling his lap, kissing his lips, his neck…
He pulled back and I think I may have growled at him.
“Grrrrhhh!”
Biting his lip, he grinned in that sexy way that he does. I tried to kiss him again, but he only pushed me back a bit.
“Tucker!” This was too much. The bastard! How could he get my engines going like this only to stop? I swear I will never talk to him again.
“What do you want, Free?”
“I want you to finish what you started.”
He nodded. “I will, baby. I promise to give you everything that you need. But I need you to do something for me first.”
“What?”
“Take the f*cking bun out of your hair. I hate it…”
That made me smile as I reached up and pulled the pins out of my hair. “Why do you hate my bun?”
“It hides your hair. I’ve always loved your hair.”
“Really? You sure did pull it a lot.” Tossing the pins on the table, I pulled off the oversized scrunchie I used to keep it in a tight ball. As soon as I did, my heavy braid fell on my shoulder.
He reached up and helped me undo the braid before running his big hands through it, ruffling it up until it was a cloud around my head and shoulders. When he was done, he took my glasses off my face and placed them on the table next to the pins.
Sitting back in the chair he took me in. “There she is…”he whispered. “There’s the girl that haunted my dreams for the last fifteen years. The girl in the yellow dress.”
He brought his hand up and gently gathered a fist full of my hair in it before bringing his mouth so close to my ear the heat from his soft lips caused my eyes to shutter close.
“I’m going to pull your hair again, Freebie,” he whispered before his fist tightened in my hair, it wasn’t to the point of pain, but it did cause me to gasp. And that’s when his mouth took mine and he kissed me in a way that made my toes curl.
I moaned, trying not to be consumed by him, but it did no good. He consumed me, and I willingly gave myself to him. I can’t tell if it was he who reached for my shirt or me, but I can tell you it came off and my bra soon followed.
“Let me see…Let me see them,” he said, pushing me back so that he could see my breasts. Embarrassed, I palmed them, hiding myself. I am a full-figured woman. My breasts were not how he remembered them in high school.
“Why are you hiding yourself from me?” he asked, frowning up at me.
“Why do you need to see them?”
He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me shaking his head a bit. “You still don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“How much I desire you. How much I’ve always desired you… Don’t hide from me, girl. I want to see every inch of you. Taste every inch of you…”
Biting my lips, I eased my hands away, allowing the plump globes to spill out. The need that appeared in his eyes ignited the fire inside of me. He carefully lifted my breasts in his strong hands, weighing them, squeezing them… a growl left his throat before his arm shot around my back, pulling me towards his hungry mouth. When his lips closed around my quivering nipple, I cried out as what felt like electricity shot from my breast to my center.
Clutching his head, I held him to me as his hands came to my waist and began to slowly rotate, causing my soft heat to rub against his hardness. The fire that he ignited was turning into a raging blaze in my core; my need was so intense it was blinding.
I can’t believe that I was already so close. My muscles began to tense as my body prepared for a release, and right when I thought I was going to burst, his mouth pulled away from my breast with a pop and his hardness left the cushion of my warmth.
I wanted to yell at him, my fists were balled in his tank top, holding him to me. But he stood with me in his arms, displaying his strength and slowly lowered me to the padded part of the deck floor. My skin was so heated that I barely registered the cold of the cushion against my back. He came down to his knees over me and quickly snatched his tank top over his head.
My, my, my…
Tucker’s body was a thing of art. I reached up to touch a scar on his muscled stomach.
“What happened?”
He looked down to where I touched. “Shot,” was all he muttered before his hands came to the waistband of the sweatpants I wore, with one yank he had them off.
“Sh*t, Free…” he hissed, staring down at my moist heat. “I feel like I’ve been hungry for you forever…” Spreading my legs, he lowered himself over me. For the second time in
my life, I found myself staring at a beautiful night sky as my world shattered into a million pieces.
I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then he was entering me. Tears burned the back of my eyes from the intense pleasure of his warmth filling me…stretching me. He proceeded to masterfully bring me to the edge again, then he would decrease his stroke before I could fall over, all while watching the sweet torture he was causing me play out on my face.
My nails clawed at his back and arms as I tried to urge him to put me out of my misery and let me shatter.
“Be a good girl Free, and come apart when I tell you,” he’d, say easily controlling me with his dominating touch. I didn’t recognize myself as I clung to him, calling out his name. I was completely wild and abandoned.
I loved it!
“What do you want, baby?” he whispered in my ear.
“I want to come!”
He grinned before taking my lips in a kiss that robbed my breath. “Say please…”
I know I growled at him this time. What was with him and making me say please…But then he slowed his stroke.
“Please!” I cried out.
“Your wish is my command…”
Whew, chile!!! When that man turned it on, he turned it on. A scream ripped from my throat as my world shattered in a way that made me wonder if I would be left handicap. Those tears that had burned the back of my eyes now streamed from them as I fought to come back to earth.
The both of us lay there on our backs, looking up at the stars, panting, me completely naked, and him in his jeans that were opened.
The longer I lay there, the more it became clear to me that I had just made a huge mistake. Not only had we just made our relationship more complicated, I could lose my license and my practice.
“I can feel you tensing up, Doc,” he muttered. Sitting up, I reached for the closest thing to me, which was his tank top.
“I’m so sorry for this. You’re my patient and I took advantage of you,” I told him, putting his shirt over my head.
He sat up on his elbow and I had to force myself to look elsewhere. Like I told you guys earlier, this man’s body was pure art.
“So, let me get this straight. You think that you,” he said, pointing to me. “Took advantage of me?” I stood but had to grasp on to the table because my legs were shaking so badly, I thought they were going to collapse from under me.
Goodness!
“Yeah, Tuck. I’m your doctor. You’re vulnerable. And I took advantage of that.” When my legs became a bit steadier, I began to look around for my pants.
Naphtali still hadn’t moved. He was trying to process what I was saying. “Hmmmm…” was all he settled on.
“Anyway, we can’t do this again,” I told him, gesturing between the two of us.
He thought about my words before muttering another, “Hmmmm…”
“What does hmmmm, mean? Please say more. I already feel horrible.” It’s amazing how much lust can cloud the mind. I can’t believe I had sex with this man. This man that has always made my life complicated. And what have I done? Gone and made it more so.
“You want to know what I think?”
I nodded, desperately needing him to tell me that we are going to be okay, and we can pretend like this never happened.
“I think you look good as hell in my tank top. I think you’ve made me hungry again and now you need to feed me. I think… you should take advantage of me a few more times,” he said before he moved so fast that a squeak of surprise left my throat.
One nanosecond, he was lying down there looking like the dark Adonis he is, and the next, he was up, coming for me. I didn’t have time to scream before I was up in his arms and over his shoulder caveman style. Carrying me inside the cabin, he tossed me on the bed, I laughed as I fought the covers to sit up on my elbows. And as I took him in standing at the foot of the bed, I realized that I wanted him again too.
“Naughty doctor. I’m so vulnerable right now. Shame on you for taking advantage of me,” he teased before he jumped on the bed after me.
Annnnndd, welllllll… I learned something else about myself that night. My body was completely incapable of telling Mean Tucker No…
In fact, it would fail to tell him no, twice more, once in his bed, and another time bent over the island in his kitchen; it was that time that took me out. I don’t remember him carrying me to his bed or putting me under the covers. I vaguely remember the sound of the powerful engine starting as he steered us back to the pier, or the feel of him sliding under the covers behind me, pulling me into his arms.
However, the one thing I do remember was how good it felt lying in his arms, the same way it had prom night, only this time, I didn’t wait for him to leave me the next morning. I slept for a few hours and then I eased out of his arms and his bed. Being careful not to make a peep, I dressed in the clothes he’d let me borrow and after grabbing my things, slipped off the boat.
And you know, guys, I didn’t feel that bad. I thought I would after giving in to him twice more, but surprisingly I didn’t. Rachel was right. It was time for me to do something for myself. Obviously, it has been a long while since I’ve enjoyed anything like I enjoyed Tucker's lovemaking. He was a master at it…making me want it every time.
The way I figured, if I promised not to do it again, there was no need to beat myself up. Everybody deserved to treat themselves to a triple scoop of sinfully delicious chocolate ice cream from time to time, right?
Right…
Yeah, I felt good. However, my joy fled like a thief in the night when I pulled up to my house and saw that Rachel’s car was still there.
Dammit!
It was one thing to indulge in a guilty pleasure when no one can see you. It was another thing to have a flashlight shined on the situation. How in the world was I going to explain this? I am the sensible friend. I didn’t do things like have one-night stands.
I looked at my watch… eight-thirty. Maybe they were still asleep. It was a really good chance if they drank that whole pitcher of margaritas. Oaklee’s liquor hand was heavy.
As I put my key in the door, I felt like a teen sneaking back in after staying out all night. That thought made me chuckled as I eased the door open. However, the smell of coffee and something cooking sent the message that I was busted.
I inhaled. At this point, it was nothing I could do but own it. So, I boldly walked into the house, shutting the door behind me and headed for the kitchen.
Rachel sat at the table nursing a cup of coffee. Her hair that was always immaculate was all over her head. Yes indeed, she looked as if they’d drank that whole pitcher of margaritas. Oaklee stood at the stove scrambling eggs.
With my head held high, I walked past them both to the coffee pot.
“Well, well, well… Where have you been, young lady?” Oaklee asked, spooning the eggs into a bowl.
Grabbing a mug, I poured me a big cup of coffee. “Ummm, a patient of mine had an emergency last night.”
“And was that patient’s name penis?” Rachel asked.
“Don’t be vulgar, Rach.”
All this I said without turning to face my friends. I've yet to make eye contact with them. Instead, I stirred cream and sugar in my coffee. You see, I knew that when I turned around, they were going to lay into me. So, I might as well be prepared.
Once I had my coffee to my liking, I took a deep breath and then turned to face them and just like I figured, they both stared at me as if I was a stranger, Rachel with a frown on her face, and Oaklee with that little impish grin on hers.
“B*tch, you had a booty call!” Rachel dove right in.
“It was not a booty call.”
“Oh yeah?” Oaklee asked. “Your hair’s all over your head, you have the look of a woman that has been well satisfied…oh, and not to mention the small fact that you’re wearing men’s clothing. What would you call it?”
“Okay!” I told them. “So, I had a booty call…so what?.”
Oakl
ee did a little dance of glee while Rachel shook her head in disappointment.
“Please don’t tell me you gave in to Dillion, Free,” she grumbled, managing to slam her coffee cup on the table without spilling a drop. “He’s just living the life, f*cking both sisters. Now, all he has to do is get Layla to get on board and he'll be in pimp paradise."
My mouth opened in shock. “What?! Dillion?! Heffa, are you crazy?”
When she realized it wasn’t Dillion I had sex with, her mouth snapped shut and the look of disappointment on her face was replaced by a grin that matched Oaklee’s.
“If you didn’t spend the night with Dillion, who did you spend the night with?” Oak asked as she took my hand, pulling me to the table.
I made them both wait as I eased down in the chair because yeah, I was a little sore, and scooped some of the eggs in my plate before grabbing a piece of toast. They were practically percolating with anticipation.
“Spit it out already!” Rachel yelled.
“Was it, Naphtali?” Oaklee asked.
When I didn’t say anything, both of their mouths dropped. “It was Naphtali?” Rachel screeched. I took a bite of my toast.
“Oh my God! You spent the night with Mean Tucker!” She jumped out of her chair.
“How was it?” Oaklee asked.
Rachel sat back in her chair pulling it closer to mine. “Yeah, how was it?”
They were both leaning into me, ready to eat up my words. I thought about telling them none of their business. Buuutttt…I couldn’t do that to my girls.
“It was…” My words trailed off as I closed my eyes, remembering how he’d bent me over the kitchen island with his hand fisted in my hair as he mercilessly brought me to a screaming orgasm.
“It was… everything.”
“Woooow,” they muttered, staring at the look on my face.
“Congratulations, Free!” Oaklee cried, taking my hand in hers.
“Yeah, baby…you deserved, everything,” Rachel said, taking my other hand.