A Life Like This (Life #1)

by Cs Jacobs

  “Am I that much of a certainty?”

  “A man can dream, Angelica.”

  “Well, your dreams are coming true. Now put that gorgeous dick inside of me.” He laughs a full-on belly laugh.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  I’ve never seen a man put on a condom so quickly. Before I know what he’s doing, he slams into me. I scream in pleasure at the feeling of him filling me. There is no room left. I’m honestly surprised he can fit.

  “I’m sorry, Angelica. I truly am, but I cannot take this slow.”

  “I want it hard and fast, Blake. We can cover slow later.” He moans low in his throat then starts to ram into me. He never relents. He’s pounding into me as hard as he can, as fast as he can. The feeling is exquisite. I want to scream, but I’m scared Roger is going to run in here and attack Blake. I find his mouth and kiss him deeply to busy my mouth. I feel his dick throbbing inside of me, and I know he’s close. He surprises me by rolling and taking me with him, placing me on top of him.

  “Ride me, Angelica. Make yourself come.”

  I don’t hesitate as I start grinding into him. It’s strange. No one has ever said that to me before during sex. Oddly enough, I have the best orgasm while in this position. As I’m grinding on him, he starts to slowly rock into me. My God, it’s like heaven. When I die, I want to feel this constantly. It doesn’t take long for the feeling to come, for the pleasure to reach its peak. I moan loudly as I continue to ride him. My orgasm seems to be never-ending. The anticipation of seeing him has turned this into an amazing fuck.

  As I am coming down, he rolls me back onto my back and starts fucking me harder. Jesus, this man can fuck. His body stiffens as his release begins to take over. As soon as I feel him come, I tighten my insides as hard as I can. He screams my name and I hush him with my mouth. After he’s finished and disposed of the condom, I pull him down next to me and cuddle into his chest.

  “Jesus, Blake.”

  “That name has a nice ring to it,” he sarcastically responds to my comment. I smack his arm, and we both laugh. Eventually, he gets up to get dressed as I lie there and stare. The man has a fine, fine ass. I never thought I was an ass kind of girl. “I know you’re staring at my ass. Like the view?” he calls me on it.

  “Very much, thank you.” I watch him until he disappears into the bathroom with his clothes. I eventually get up and get dressed in some yoga pants and a camisole and make my way to the kitchen.

  True to his word, Joey had bought everything I need to make enchiladas. Love that man. Only he can get away with this. I’m pulling out everything I need when Blake saunters into the kitchen.

  “Anything I can help with?” he asks from his seat at the bar.

  “Nope, I’ve got it, thanks though.”

  “Well then, I hope you don’t mind if I watch. I’ve never seen anyone make enchiladas before.” He sounds genuinely curious.

  “I don’t mind at all.” I smile back at him.

  I get straight to work boiling water to put the chicken in and roasting the chilies to make the sauce. All the while, I am in the zone. I forget Blake is even here. When I’m in the kitchen, it’s like when I’m running: I zone out. While I cook, I think how strange it was to hold Blake’s hand earlier. It felt good and strange all at the same time. Nice because I’ve always seen happy couples holding hands around Grand Central and I’ve envied them. Strange in the sense that it makes me almost feel claustrophobic. What the fuck is wrong with me? While staring at the blender as it chops up the chilies into a nice thick sauce, I notice Joey at my left staring at me. I scream and nearly knock over the blender.

  “Asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me!” I smack him in the chest then embrace him. His smell calms me.

  “I missed you too, bitch.”

  “Shut up, you scared me!” I smack him again for good measure.

  “Well, I was standing next to Blake for the last fifteen minutes wondering how long you were going to blend those chilies.”

  “It wasn’t that long, drama queen. You know how I get when I cook.”

  “Yes I do, but does that guy? Poor thing was just sitting there quietly staring at you. You’ve never been good at small talk.” I instantly blush. Fuck, I hadn’t said one word to Blake since I started dinner.

  “I’m sorry, Blake,” I say to him. “I kind of zone out when I cook.” I shrug.

  He smiles his charmingly perfect smile at me. “Don’t be sorry. It was fun to watch you get in the zone.” I blush some more.

  “Okay, enough you two. Who wants a margarita?” Joey holds up two bags full of liquor. I laugh at his discomfort. Joey starts making us all margaritas, not waiting for our response. I go back to cooking, putting the sauce on the stove to simmer and start shredding the chicken. Joey places my margarita next to me.

  “Wipe your hands and cheers with me.” I do as he asks. “To Angelica being back in the city where she belongs. Welcome home, baby girl.” I smile at him and we clink our glasses together.

  Twenty minutes later, we’re sitting at the table eating my hard work and enjoying margarita number three. Joey makes it so easy to have a fun, light conversation and I appreciate him for it. He’s right: I do suck at small talk, but Blake is fun to talk to. We talk of nothing of importance, just enjoy one another’s company. Once we’re done stuffing our faces, Joey tells me to perch my ass on the couch while he and Blake clean the kitchen. No way in hell I am going to argue watching two fine-ass men working in the kitchen. So I sit in the living room and watch them clean. Lucky for them and unlucky for me, I clean as I cook, so it doesn’t take them long. But I enjoy every second of it.

  “You know I should charge you for the show you’re watching so intently,” Joey says at me from his spot in the kitchen.

  “You could. It would be worth every penny. Now if you were both shirtless…” I leave the sentence hanging.

  “You wish, baby girl. I don’t think Blake could handle what I have going on under here.” Blake laughs loudly at that, and I can’t help but join in.

  “I’ve seen your naked chest all over the city, Joey. I think it’s mine you couldn’t handle,” Blake returns.

  “OHHHH!” I whoop from the kitchen. Joey breaks out in laughter, and soon we are all laughing. Joey, being the cocky and competitive fuck that he is, takes his shirt off and tosses it in my direction. He stands there staring at Blake, flexing his muscles. “Ha! Are you going to let him show you up like that, Blake?” Of course, I need to add fuel to the fire. Blake shakes his head then tosses down the towel he was using to dry the dishes and takes his shirt off. The end result is two shirtless men in my kitchen, two very fine, very muscular, shirtless men in my kitchen. Good God, I have died and gone to Heaven! If I was into threesomes, this would be my perfect scenario. Luckily or unluckily for me, I’m not. Nor am I willing to fuck Joey, because that’s just weird. I clap and whistle loudly and they both bow toward me. How perfect can my life get?

  We all end up in the living room drinking and talking about my trip. Both men are still shirtless and I am not complaining one bit. Joey is over the moon there are pies in the freezer for him. I tell them about riding and helping around the farm. They laugh when I tell them my bed had lace ruffles. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such a good time at home just hanging out. At about one am, I can’t hang any longer. Jetlag and the tequila have caught up to me. I’m worried Blake will try and stay the night. I don’t know if I am ready for that. But ever the gentleman, he doesn’t try. He and Joey leave at the same time, both kissing me goodbye on their way out. After they leave, I lock up the house and Roger and I head up to my room, where we easily fall asleep.

  The Texas time zone has stuck with me, as has my early morning ranch wake ups, so I’m up by four am. I have a slight hangover from all the margaritas, but decide a nice run will help rid my head of it. I quickly go pee and brush my teeth before changing into my running gear. I grab Roger’s collar, the sound al
erting him to my intention, and he runs to the front door. I latch him up and we are out of the door.

  “Which way, Roger?” He tugs me to the right, which must be his new favorite. We start with a slow jog then hit our stride into a full run. The fresh early air is colder than the last time I remember, but it feels good. At our three-mile mark, I start to feel the effects of my week off and I decide to head back. Roger, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be effected at all. If anything, he is more energized than ever. It must have been all that running around the ranch he did.

  We make it back home after a little over an hour. I feed Roger then hop in a nice warm bubble bath. While I’m in there, I realize I ran without fear of seeing Edward. This is a huge deal. Perhaps I am stronger than I give myself credit for. I need to just keep him out of my mind and focus on me. That’s my new attitude. I don’t have time to focus on what he may or may not do. That’s just it. What if he’s over me and is just moving back to his home city? Maybe I was being overly paranoid. Well, not any more. He will not take up a spot in my mind any more.

  After finishing in the bath, I quickly dress then call to make an appointment at my favorite spa. There’s nothing like a good pampering session before heading back to work. They have an opening in an hour, so I take it. I let Roger out back and then head out. It’s not a far walk and I want to hit up a Starbucks on the way. As I lock up the house, my phone rings, and the ring tone tells me who it is. It’s a song I heard when I was in Texas. Granddad only listens to classic country music and this Hank Williams Sr. song made me think of Blake. “Cold, Cold Heart.” He will never hear it, so I set it as my tone to remind me he is trying and I can’t let my past taint him. I let the call ring so I can hear the song;

  I answer quickly after the word heart because I know it will go to voicemail if I don’t.

  “Mornin’.”

  “Good morning to you, beautiful.” I blush at his kind words and the deep morning voice he’s using. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” I look at my watch and see it is just before eight.

  “No way, I’m an early riser, plus I’m stuck on ranch time. I was up at four.”

  “Wow, that’s early. I thought you might be paying for all those margaritas this morning. I almost was.” We both laugh.

  “I thought I was going to be as well, but the fresh air from the run this morning really helped clear my head of the fog.”

  “Wow, up early and a run. I envy your energy.” His morning voice is so deep and sexy; I’m instantly horny. God, I need to get a grip on myself.

  “I wish. I had to drag myself to do it.” By this point, I’m walking into Starbucks and, surprisingly, there is no line, so I walk right up. “One sec, Blake.” I order my normal grande skinny mocha with an add shot, pay the cashier, Sarah, and go wait for my drink. “Sorry, needed Starbucks in order to function today.”

  “Ha, a woman after my own heart. People don’t usually talk to me until after I’ve had my coffee.”

  “No way! Me too! My boss calls me an addict. It’s true, I am. I won’t even deny it.” I hear his laughter again and I’m now soaking wet. His deep voice is nothing compared to his sexy laugh. I walk up to the counter when they call my name and leave a tip. “Thanks, Daniel,” I say to him.

  “You know all their names? You really are an addict.”

  “I told you. I know their names at this one and the one by my office. Plus they wear name tags so that helps.” We both laugh as I head out of the coffee shop.

  “Anyway, I just called to say thank you for yesterday. I had a wonderful day.”

  “What are you thanking me for? I did nothing but cook for you.”

  “You allowed me the honor of spending the day with you and you cooked me an amazing meal.” I blush and shrug even though he can’t see me. “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long time. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Thank you again for picking Roger and me up.”

  “You’ve already thanked me for that enough.” I’m not good with compliments. By this point, I’m standing in front of the spa.

  “Well, I hate to cut your call short, but I’m about to head into the spa for a very long day of pampering,” I say around a smile.

  “Well then, I will hold you up no longer. Enjoy your day and maybe I will see you tomorrow morning for a run?” He leaves the question hanging.

  “Maybe.” It’s all I can think of saying. I smile at the idea of him wanting to see me again and not just to fuck. “Bye, Blake.”

  “Until next time, Angelica.” I hang up the phone and I sigh into my coffee as I head into the spa. I just might be able to get used to Blake.

  The next four hours are spent in pampering bliss. I’ve been waxed to perfection. My hair has been freshly dyed, nails perfectly polished, and skin smooth after my oil massage. It’s heaven. This salon is big on minimal talking. It’s so different from your normal salon or spa where all you hear is women gossiping about everything and anything. I never did understand how women and some men could talk to their hair stylists as if they were therapists. Are people so desperate for someone to talk to? I just don’t get it. Here there is nothing but silence with a hint of calming music in the background. Joey and I stumbled upon this gem a few years ago and it’s the only place we go now. Joey hates to be noticed, and in here, they either don’t know who he is or they pretend they don’t. Either way, it works for us. Once I’m finished paying my hefty bill, it’s worth it for the quiet, I head out into the chilly NYC streets.

  The streets are crazy busy. The cars are loud and the smell is unique. Being in Texas, I almost forgot how hectic it is here, but for some odd reason, I love it. On the walk home, I head into a local deli and grab a turkey club and some chips. I spend the rest of my afternoon eating and prepping for the week. I get my clothes in order, make a grocery list, and then get to work on a few upcoming projects at work. At around seven pm, Joey calls and tells me about the drama that unfolded at his last photo shoot. Model drama will put any common person’s drama to shame. They are some catty bitches. After complaining about a serious diva who wouldn’t shoot without the right light on her and a new male model on the scene who demanded retakes constantly, he informs me he just finished fucking them both. Fucking sicko. That man has more testosterone than I think humanly possible. All he does is fuck constantly. He fucks bitches too and I hate that shit. I wish he would find a nice girl or guy to be with already. He says I have commitment issues. He should look in the mirror. After that, I decide to call it a night and hop into bed. Unfortunately, my mind is on overdrive thinking about work, the trip, Edward, Blake, Joey, and so on. It’s nonstop. I head into my bathroom and decide a Xanax will help me sleep, so I take one and head back to bed. Ten minutes later, I feel myself relax and I’m able to happily drift off to sleep.

  I wake up feeling refreshed and excited. This is new, but I’ll take it. I go pee, brush my teeth, and then get ready for my run. I check the clock and it says four forty-five am. I’m right on time for my five am run and Roger is already at the door waiting.

  “Hey, big guy, you ready to go for a run this morning?” I squat down next to him and give him a big belly rub before hooking him up to the leash. He barks at me, clearly excited to head out.

  I grab my keys and head out of the house. As I’m locking up, I feel someone come up behind me and I scream. Roger starts barking loudly at my side.

  “Jesus, Angelica, it’s just me. It’s just me.” Blake’s soothing voice calms me. I turn around and meet his gorgeous light blue eyes. He looks panicked. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

  “Fuck, Blake, you scared the shit out of me.” I rest my hand on my heart as if that will somehow make the beating regulate itself again. Roger is still barking, so I squat down next to him. “It’s okay, buddy. I’m sorry, enough barking.” He licks my face and sits next to me.

  “I’m sorry, Angelica. I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you saw me when you opened your door.” He sounds so concerned; I fee
l bad.

  “I didn’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scream. I just wasn’t expecting you. What are you doing here anyway?” He looks down at his shoes, looking embarrassed.

  “I was thinking I would go for a run with you this morning, but if you’d rather run alone, I understand.” He sounds so unsure of himself. I’m so used to him sounding so confident; this is different.

  “I don’t mind at all. You ready?” I smile up at him, trying to reassure him all is well. He smiles back at me, and then we head off to the left, following Roger. Blake stays with us the whole time, never running ahead even though he easily could have. At about the four-mile mark, I stop to catch my breath. I didn’t even realize how far we had gone until I stopped. Blake makes me sit on a bench while he runs to the nearest store for some water. After a quick water break, we head back to my place. We run in silence and it’s oddly comforting. The only sound is the rattling of Roger’s leash and our shoes hitting the pavement. Even though we are not talking, his mere presence is reassuring. It’s safe, if that even makes sense.

  As we near my house, I see Blake’s town car waiting at the curb with Adam standing next to it. I slow my pace to try to get a better view. Blake breaks my trance.