by Hope Ford
My face heats at her words. “I’ll have you know that is a classic. Plus I didn’t know what you liked to watch. There are some action flicks in there too.”
She just smiles and points me to the living room. “Pick a movie. Any movie. I’m going to get dressed and I will be right back.”
I put in Sixteen Candles and watch the previews while I wait for her to come back. When she sits down on the couch beside me, I feel that I can finally breathe again.
Sitting back, we watch the movie, but I’m fully aware of her next to me. She’s so close I can feel the heat coming off her body. I want to pull her into my lap, bury my face in her neck and not move for a week. Hell, I would be happy just holding her.
The next two days are the same. I show up, her mom disappears and we hang out and watch movies most of the day. I fight off the urge to touch her, no matter how much I want to hold her hand or kiss her lips. That’s not what she needs right now. But I can see the lust in her eyes, and unless I’m mistaken, she’s warming up to the idea of me and her with each passing day. Her headaches are getting better every day and as soon as she is better, I plan to make her mine.
On the third day after she got hurt, I show up at her house at the perfect time. She is packing her stuff and getting ready to go back to her house, much to her mother’s dismay. I convince her mom that I will spend the rest of the day with her and she finally lets us leave. Once I have her settled in the front seat of my truck, I drive across town to her house.
Pulling into her driveway, I can’t help but be a little surprised. She has the whole white picket fence, tire swing under the big oak tree and rocker on her porch thing. Everything looks so domesticated. So much so that a lesser man would run from the scene. But not me. I relish the vibe I’m feeling for her and I follow her to the door carrying her bags.
“Lane, I can’t thank you enough. For everything,” she tells me as I follow her into the living room.
“You don’t have to thank me. I wanted to do this. I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you.” I sit down on the couch next to her and we look at each other, our thighs and arms touching.
I take a deep breath, breathing in her scent of vanilla and sugar. I see the arousal in her eyes and I scoot closer to her so I can cup her cheek in my hand. “I had to make sure you were okay.”
Awareness flairs in her eyes and I pull her toward me until our lips are barely touching. “I told myself that I wouldn’t touch you. It has been the hardest promise I’ve ever had to follow through on.”
She doesn’t answer, just leans in until our lips mesh against each other. Her supple lips move against mine and I feel the stirring in my jeans. I’ve taken so many cold showers the last few days, trying to control the desire I feel every time I’m around her. Damn, every time I even think about her.
Our breath goes ragged and I pull her closer to me as I devour her mouth with mine. Pulling away, she asks, “What are we doing, Lane? What do you want?”
4
Lane
What do I want? I have a feeling if I tell her what I really want, she would run the other way and think I’m some psycho, because since I’ve met her all I have thought about is our future together.
I don’t want to scare her, so I simply state, “Well, I thought maybe we could go out on a date.”
She gets up from the couch and starts pulling her shirt off. I gasp at the sight of her full rounded breasts barely encased in her lacy bra. I see her nipples pressing against the cup and right now, in this moment, all I want to do is press my lips to one.
“I don’t date cops,” she tells me as she continues removing her clothes until she is completely naked standing in front of me. Her waist flares out to her wide hips. I stare at the juncture of her thighs, her bare mound in my face. She spreads her legs apart and I can see the moisture on her inner thighs from her arousal.
I put my hands on her, grabbing on to her hips and leaning into her. “Are you sure you are ready for this? What about your head?”
Her hands go to my shirt, tugging it over my head. “My head is fine, Lane. I want you.”
My mind fights with itself, wanting her more than anything right now, but also not wanting to take advantage of her.
She bends down and tugs my button loose on my jeans. Her bare breasts are right in front of me and all I have to do is move my head an inch forward and I can have my mouth on one.
She pulls back when I don’t move. “Unless I read this all wrong… and you don’t want this.”
I look at the uncertainty in her eyes and cup her face in my hands. “I want you too.” I get up from the couch and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a tight squeeze. I bend down and put one hand behind her knees, picking her up.
I carry her down the hall. She points to a door and I walk into her bedroom.
“You know, I can walk on my own,” she tells me.
Leaning in to kiss her, I tell her, “I know. But I like having you in my arms.”
I lay her down on the bed and finish undressing before lying softly on top of her. I position myself so that I’m between her open legs.
“If your head starts hurting, you tell me, Chrissy, and we’ll stop.”
She nods at me and then leans down to kiss me. Our tongues swipe against one another and my hand goes up to squeeze her breast. She moans against my mouth and, pulling away, I slide down until I have her nipple in my mouth… finally. I kiss each breast while her body rocks underneath me.
I kiss down her stomach until I reach her naked mound. My tongue goes to her wet slit, and I lick her from back to front, tasting her sweet honey. I’m addicted to her already, and I press my face into her, feasting on her swollen, slick lips.
Her hips are gyrating against me and I apply more pressure to her swollen clit.
Chrissy
Oh my stars the man knows what he’s doing. His mouth is pressed against me and I am so close. The firmer he presses into me, the more I moan his name. When my toes curl and my whole body tightens, my hips come off the bed and I can’t stop myself from screaming, “Oh, Lane. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
At my urging, he swipes his finger along my slit, pushing it inside of me. The pressure has built up and when I feel him inside me, I’m shaking and tremors roll up and down core at my climax. He doesn’t stop until I’m totally depleted and lying limp underneath him.
He climbs up my body, kissing a trail as he goes. When he reaches my neck and nuzzles me there, he pulls back. “How’s your head, baby?”
“Good. It’s good.” I kiss him, tasting myself on him. “Do you have a condom?” I whisper in his ear.
He pulls away from me and leans over the bed to grab his jeans, pulling a condom out of his wallet.
He sits back and I watch him as he wraps his hand around himself. Pre cum is leaking from his tip and it drips to the bed between my thighs. I sit up on my elbows to watch him and the head of his cock is purple and angry looking. I reach out to touch him but he pulls away. “Baby, I won’t last if you touch me now,” he huskily tells me as he stretches the rubber along his huge, hard length.
When he’s fully covered, he lines himself up at my center. The strain in his face is evident, but he stops before he enters me. With his tip at my entrance, he groans as I tighten around him.
“Oh, baby, it’s heaven. You’re so tight.” He enters me slowly and I open my legs wider, encouraging him to go deeper. He’s moving slowly, giving me time to adjust, but even though I’ve just climaxed, I am still wanting more. I want him… deeply seated inside of me.
I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips up to meet him. “Awwww.” He lets out a guttural groan and I smile up at him. Damn, he feels good inside me. He pulls back and then pushes in, moving with a steady motion, but each time the friction of him sliding against my inner channel has me begging for more.
He pulls my legs up and puts a pillow under my ass, causing him to hit me at a different angle. He rubs along the rough patch of my G spo
t and I swear I’ve never felt anything like it. Damn! I can’t move. I freeze and tighten underneath him as he works his way in and out. Sweet mercy, I feel like I’m dying as my heart pounds unsteadily. When I think I can’t take any more, he uses his finger to draw circles around my clit, causing me to thrash my arms and scream his name. He grunts over me and I feel his cock expand as he pumps in and out, giving me his release.
When we both are worn-out and useless, he pulls out of me slowly and lies down next to me. “How’s your head?” he asks me breathily.
I just smile at him. My head is fine, but damn, looking at his bright blue eyes, I am beginning to worry about my heart.
5
Lane
I can’t get enough of her. We barely slept the whole night. And I know she needs her rest. I know it. But when she wakes me up in the middle of the night with my cock hitting the back of her throat… I mean damn, what’s a man to do?
I grab her hair and hold her against me until I’m so deep down her throat she gags a little. She licks up and down my shaft and when she sees me looking at her, she smiles at me before opening her mouth wider and going down on me again. Damn, she’s perfect.
We ended up having sex three times throughout the night. By the third time, I was ready to confess my love for her. I knew I was hooked.
I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around her when the sun started to rise. A few hours later I wake up to an empty bed. Pulling the covers off, I tug on my pants to go on a search for Chrissy.
After a quick search through the house, I find her in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee staring out the window. Her blond hair is up in a ponytail and she has a robe on that shows off her curves. I stand there and take in the sight of her until I can’t bear it anymore, I have to touch her. I gather her in my arms, her back to my front, and kiss her exposed neck.
“You left the bed,” I whisper against her skin.
She pulls away from me and walks to the cabinet, putting distance between us. “Do you want some coffee?” She pulls a coffee mug down and starts pouring.
I walk over to her. “No, I want you, Chrissy. Let’s go back to bed.”
She looks almost panicked, staring back at me.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask her, putting my hand on her shoulder. I can’t be this close to her and not touch her.
“Uh, so last night was nice, but…” she starts and then looks away from me.
“But?” I ask her even though I can already tell where this is going.
“But… I told you I don’t date cops, so last night… Well, that’s all that can come of us, I mean you and me.” She still isn’t looking at me.
I briefly remember her saying that, but in my defense, she was also stripping down naked as she said it.
I take the steaming cup of coffee off the counter and take a sip. “Okay, why don’t you date cops?”
“Well, it’s a long story. And it doesn’t matter now. Nothing is going to change the fact that I don’t date cops.” She lifts her chin stubbornly.
I take a step toward her and try to make light of the situation, “Well, I’m not a cop. I’m FBI.”
“The principle is the same. I’m sorry, Lane. Last night was fun, but nothing is going to come of it,” she tells me and I see the stubborn set of her jaw. She’s being for real right now. I was planning forever, and she was wanting one night of fun. Fuck.
I take a good look at her and know with the stubborn set of her chin, there’s not going to be any changing her mind right now. I need to give her time, hell, I need to process all of this. I feel like all my neurons are shooting rapid fire. I just had the best sex of my life with someone I care about, someone I love… and she doesn’t want me.
I’m so pissed right now, I know I need to get out of here before I say something I might regret. I stalk back to the bedroom and pull my shirt and boots back on. I take one last look at the demolished bed and walk to the front door.
“I’m sorry, Lane.” She stops me as I have one foot out the door.
I look back at her and try to commit her face, her beautiful face, to memory. “Yeah, me too,” I mutter before shutting the door behind me.
Chrissy
A few days go by and I can’t get the images of Lane out of my head. He’s called my mom every day since then to check on my head. He’s driving me crazy. I know that forgetting him will be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. That night after we had sex, I woke up early in the morning happier than I’ve ever been. I lay next to him for the longest time, staring at him, thinking about him and how much he has come to mean to me in such a short amount of time. But all of a sudden, all my happiness went away. I started thinking about how happy my mom and dad were and how my mom fell apart when he was killed. I promised myself then that I would never marry a cop. I would never put myself through what she went through. It almost killed her.
The doorbell brings me from my thoughts. I take one last look in the mirror and try to smooth the lines around my eyes. I’m going on a date. A date that I had completely forgotten about. My sister-in-law set this up almost two weeks ago and I can’t back out now. She assured me that I would like him and said he even has a safe job; he’s an accountant. When he picks me up we go to the Italian restaurant downtown and have a pleasant meal. He’s nice enough, and probably a week ago, I would have liked him. But now, after Lane, I can’t imagine anything coming of it. I don’t know if anyone will ever compare to him. We finish our meal and he asks me if I want to walk around for a while. I tell him no, feigning a headache because really, all I want to do is go back home.
The drive back to my house is quiet and I don’t even try to keep up any small talk.
When he walks me to my door, he kisses me on the cheek and walks back to his car. There is no talk of another date. Honestly, I should apologize to him for being such bad company. As soon as I get inside, I slip my shoes off, and there’s a knock at my door.
I open it, expecting it to be him, but I’m surprised to find Lane on the other side of the door. He looks tired, but good.
“Lane, what are you doing here?” I ask him and step back when he walks in the house.
He backs me against the open door, pressing his body against mine. “I missed you, Chrissy. I came by to see you and saw your… friend bring you home.”
My body trembles, as if remembering his touch and what it’s capable of. Even though I shouldn’t, I can’t stop the guilt that comes over me. “Yeah… uh, it was planned a few weeks ago.”
The shame I feel surprises me and I can’t bring myself to look at him.
His hand cups my jaw and pulls my face up to look at him. “Are you going out with him again?”
I shouldn’t answer, I shouldn’t give him hope, but looking in his eyes, I know I have to tell him the truth. “No. Tonight was it.”
A look of relief flashes across his face before his eyes close and he leans his head against mine. His lips touch my forehead and I savor his touch, even that brief kiss on my head that almost brings me to my knees.
He strokes the side of my cheek. “I came by tonight to tell you that I have a case I have to go on. I know I’m not what you want, but I didn’t want you to think I just gave up and disappeared on you.”
I pull back from him. “Where are you going?”
Shaking his head, he says reluctantly, “You know I can’t tell you that.”
I nod. “Right, right, I know. So I guess this is goodbye?”
His lips have been hovering over mine until finally he presses them to me briefly. “Not goodbye. I’m not giving up on you, Chrissy. I couldn’t… even if I wanted to.”
A tear escapes from my eye. Man, I wish things were different, I wish I was different. I know we could be good together, but I’ll never get the chance to find out. I just can’t.
The pad of his thumb wipes across my cheek. “Take care of yourself, baby. I will see you as soon as I get back.”
And then he kisses me and I can’t resist
putting my arms around him and pulling him to me. When he breaks away, he stares down at me like he’s looking for something. I can’t take my eyes off his. I want to beg him not to go, not to leave me, but I don’t. I watch him walk out the door, and I am sure a piece of my heart goes with him.
6
Chrissy
The next two weeks go by slowly. Thankfully, I finally got released to go back to work, but I was only released for desk duty. Since I’m still having headaches, I can’t work the field yet. Which sucks, because working a desk gives me plenty of time to get lost in my own head. All I can think about is Lane, wondering if I made the right choice, if I did the right thing and if he is okay.
My mom has been calling me every day, checking on me. When she shows up at the end of my shift one day, she takes one look at me and tells me it’s time we talk.
I follow her back to her house and even then my thoughts go to Lane.
Sitting on her couch, she asks me, “Okay, honey, I try to stay out of you and your brothers’ business…”
I snort. I can’t help it. “Mom, you are always up in our business.”
She just shrugs her shoulder. “Okay, so, what is going on with you? You are a mess, honey.”
I know she’s looking at the stress lines on my forehead and the sadness in my eyes. Things you can never hide from your mother.
“Lane… uh Lane,” I stutter.
She throws her hands up in the air. “I knew it, I knew something was going on with you and Lane. What did he do, honey? A handsome man like that… what did he do to you?”
Frustrated, I finally snap. “Nothing, Mom. He didn’t do anything. I don’t know how to put it…He wants more from me than I’m willing to give. That’s all.”
Confusion is etched on her face. “I thought you lost your virginity back in college?”
