by Wilder, L.
“You know ... I shouldn’t even be sitting here with you right now. You kidnapped me and locked me away in that room. I saw what y’all did to my brother. And after all that, I should hate the very sight of you, but for some reason ... I don’t. I actually like being with you”—she looked at me, her eyes full of doubt—“much more than I should. How crazy is that?”
“I don’t think you’re crazy at all. Actually, I think you’re probably one of the sanest people I know.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing.” She teased with a giggle.
“Trust me. It’s a good thing ... a very good thing.”
She sat there, silently staring at me, and I knew then it was time for me to make a choice. I could take a chance with her or walk away before things got even more complicated. The decision might’ve been easier if she didn’t look so damn beautiful looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, waiting for me to make my move. So, I took a chance. I reached for Delilah and pulled her over to me, then pressed my mouth against hers. Drawing her in closer she didn’t resist, instead she kissed me back. Need surged through me like a fucking wildfire. I feared if I didn’t extinguish the burn, it would completely consume me. I knew she felt the same just by the way she whispered my name. “Zander.”
I stood up and turned to face the couch, then leaned forward to pick her up. My hands cupped under her perfect ass, and as I lifted her, she slipped her arms around my neck while her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. My breath caught when I felt her body pressed against mine. Damn. As I started towards her room, I had to fight the urge to stop and just take her right there on the fucking floor. When we finally made it to her room, I carried her to the foot of the bed and slowly lowered her feet to the floor. With her standing before me, I brought my hand up to her face, and ran the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. Her eyes flashed with desire as she whispered, “This is a probably bad idea.”
“Maybe, but it sure as hell feels right.”
“So, maybe I’m not that crazy after all.”
My eyes never left hers as she slipped her arms around my neck. She studied me for a moment, then drew me closer, pressing her mouth against mine. When we kissed earlier, it was soft and slow. This kiss was different. This was filled with a hunger that matched my own, and I simply couldn’t resist the temptation. Delilah’s body melted into me as her tongue brushed again mine—and then it was over. I’d had all I could take. I had wanted Delilah since the moment I laid eyes on her, and I was damn well going to have her. I pushed up the hem of her tank top, the tips of my fingers skimming over her soft skin as I lifted it over her head.
A soft whimper escaped her lips when I pulled her body closer to mine. My hand reached for the nape of her neck as I eased back and asked, “You sure about this?”
She nodded, then said, “I didn’t know it was possible to want someone like I want you right now.”
Her hands reached behind her back as she unhooked and removed her black lace bra, exposing her perfect, firm breasts. Damn. She didn’t shy away from me as I watched her loosen the string to her sweatpants and slowly inch them down her long, slender legs. She just stood there in a pair of black panties with her long red hair flowing down around her delicate shoulders. “So fucking beautiful.”
I quickly lifted my t-shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. I could hardly restrain myself with her standing there, watching with anticipation as I started to remove the rest of my clothes. I pulled off my boots and socks, and when I lowered my jeans and boxers down my hips, the tip of her tongue slowly dragged across her bottom lip.
Delilah stood there staring at me with needful eyes as I took my aching cock in my hand and gave it a hard squeeze, trying to relieve some of the throbbing pressure that had been building since the moment we’d first kissed. I could feel my pulse raging against my fingers as I slowly stroked it, groaning out a curse as I felt it continue to harden in my grip. Delilah stepped closer, her eyes totally focused on the motion of my hand before replacing it with her own as she took hold of my cock.
Her caresses were long and firm as she stroked back and forth along my hard, thick shaft, making it damn near impossible not to come right then and there. I wouldn’t let that happen though. When I couldn’t take it a any longer, I tossed her sexy little body onto the bed. Anticipation flashed through her eyes as her hands dropped to her hips. She quickly lowered her panties, inch by inch, down her long, sexy legs, taunting me. Once she’d kicked them off of the bed, she inched back, her gorgeous, naked body sprawled across the sheets. As I looked down at her, I couldn’t imagine a more stunning sight. Every fiber of my being ached for her. “You got any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
I didn’t wait for her to answer. I needed to taste her, to see for myself just how turned on she really was. I lowered myself down on the bed and settled between her thighs, then spread them wide as I raked my tongue firmly across her clit. Her fingers wound into the sheets, twisting them in her hands, as I continued to tease her with my mouth. I never took my eyes off of hers as I relentlessly licked and sucked, back and forth, relishing the way her body reacted to my every touch.
The warmth of her naked body enveloped me, and I could feel my need for her building, burning deep inside my gut. Fuck. My hands slid under her ass, pulling her closer to my mouth. Then, her fingers dug into my hair and she arched her back off the bed as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her sensitive flesh. She was close to the edge, and I couldn’t wait a minute longer. I had to be inside her, so I reached for my jeans and grabbed a condom out of my wallet. I rolled it on and hovered over her as I raked my throbbing cock against her clit.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Delilah, and when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you again. The question is, which way do you want it first ... slow and deep or rough and fast?”
Her eyes never left mine as she whispered, “Rough and fast.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, I slammed deep inside. A rush of air hissed through her teeth as I withdrew and drove into her again and again. I’d imagined the moment many times over the past few days, each time more detailed than the last, but never had I dreamed it would feel so fucking good.
“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight.” I growled and started thrusting harder and deeper with every drive, building up to a relentless pace. I wanted to see her orgasm take hold, to watch her body grow rigid as she found her release and screamed out my name. Her head reared back and her moans filled the room. That was it. That was exactly what I fucking wanted to hear. She dug her nails into my lower back as her hips bucked against mine, meeting my every thrust with more force and more intensity. I could feel the pressure building, causing a growl from my chest.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she tightened around me. She panted wildly, and her thighs clamped down around my hips when I tried to increase my pace. I knew she was close, unable to stop the inevitable torment of her building release. I lowered my hand in between us and raked my thumb across her clit, and that’s all it took. The muscles in her body grew taut as her orgasm took hold. I continued to drive into her, the sounds of my body pounding against hers and echoing throughout the room until I finally came inside her. With a ragged breath, I lay down beside her, after quickly tossing the condom in the trash next to the bed. I rolled to my side, pulling her over to me, and the room stilled as she nestled up next to me. We both lay there, staring up at the ceiling in a haze, and I’d barely had a chance to catch my breath when Delilah looked up at me with a mischievous smile. “You got something on your mind?”
“I was just wondering when I’m gonna get it ‘slow and hard.’”
Delilah
My night with Zander was incredible. My morning with him was more of the same, but as soon as he walked out the door, a wave of guilt washed over me. My brother was fighting for his life, and I’d just had sex with one of the men who held his future in his hand. To make matters worse, it was the best sex I’d ever had. When I was with h
im, I’d never felt so alive, so consumed by a man’s touch, and my body was already aching for more. Hoping I might come to my senses, I got up and took a long hot shower. Unfortunately, I was still thinking about him even after I got dressed and was on my way to my car. I even found myself looking for him as I turned into the parking lot of my work, but there was no sign of him or his brothers. The same held true the following two days. There were no calls, no casual check-ins, or so much as a drive-by since we’d slept together, and I silently cursed myself for being disappointed by the fact.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. It wasn’t like anything could’ve come from our night together. We were from two different worlds, and there was just too much for us to overcome. Sadly, the thought didn’t ease the tightness in my chest as I got ready for another day of work. I grabbed my things and headed to nursing home; once I got there, I wasted no time making my rounds, checking in on my assigned residents and making sure they had everything they needed. I was pleased to see that both Mrs. Rice and Mr. McClanahan were both in good spirits. It seemed that Zander’s visit with Mr. McClanahan had made a lasting impression. As I thought about it, I realized Zander had made a lasting impression on me as well. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about him or why I hadn’t seen or heard from him, so much so that Krissy called me out on it. She walked up to me with a look of pure determination, placed her hand on her hip, and snapped, “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing is up with me. I’m ... uh, fine.”
“Um-hmm.” She crossed her arms as she stood there studying me. “The other day you came in here practically glowing, and now you look like someone kicked your dog.”
“I never had a glow, Krissy.”
“Oh, yeah. You most definitely did,” she argued. “I kept thinking you were going to tell me about the guy, but nope, you’ve just been walking around here keeping your little secret all to yourself.”
“What makes you think there’s a guy?”
“Because I know you, and it’s written all over your face. Your cheeks were all flushed and you had a little sparkle in your eye. So, who was it? Cameron?” Without giving me a chance to respond, she shook her head. “No, you sent that douchebag packing months ago, so it had to be a new guy ... Oh! Was it that fine ass who came by here the other day—the one who won over Mr. McClanahan? Oh, my jeez. Please tell me it was him! He was some kind of hot. I would’ve climbed that man like a tree.”
Reading my expression, her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. “Oh, my god. It was him!! You banged the hot guy from the other day!”
“I have no idea who or what you’re talking about.”
“Oh please.” She shook her head. “I don’t know why you’re trying to keep it a secret. You know you’ve never been able to lie to me.”
“I know. It’s not that I’m trying to lie about it. It’s just ... It’s umm ... complicated.”
“Why is it complicated?”
“Because he isn’t a good guy.”
“All the better,” she snickered. “Bad boys are always good in bed.”
“Krissy, it’s not that simple.”
“It could be if you’d just let it.” Krissy crossed her arms and smirked. “Just have a little fun with the guy and leave all the complicated crap out of it.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible, Krissy. Not with this guy. Besides, I haven’t seen or heard from him since that night.”
“Maybe he’s been busy or ... he doesn’t want to come off too eager.”
“Um-hmm.” I rolled my eyes. “I doubt that’s the case.”
A warm smile crossed her face as she said, “I tell you what ... let’s go out tonight. We’ll have a few drinks, dance a little, and we’ll figure this thing out together.”
I always had a great time whenever I went out with Krissy, but I’d never been able to keep secrets from her, especially when I was drinking. I was scared I might say something I shouldn’t. “I don’t know. I’m really tired and—”
“No excuses.” She cut me off. “We’re going.”
“Ugh ... okay, fine.”
“Great. I’ll be over at your place around eight to pick you up, and wear something cute—maybe one of those little dresses you never want to wear.”
“You mean the ones that make me look like a hooker with my ass hanging out?”
“Yep.” As she started to walk away, she argued, “You don’t look like a hooker. You look amazing, and you know it.”
She disappeared into one of the resident’s room, and I didn’t see her again until our shift was over. As we made our way out to the parking lot, Krissy reminded me that she’d be at my place at eight, and before I had a chance to back out, she hopped in her car and started the engine. After she pulled out of the parking lot, I took a quick look around and checked to see if there was any sign of Zander. When there wasn’t, I grumbled under my breath and dragged myself to my car, then drove back to my apartment to get ready. Even though I was in no mood to go out barhopping, I took a shower, fixed my hair and makeup, and put on one of those little dresses like Krissy had requested. I’d just finished getting ready when she knocked on the door. As soon as I answered, her eyes widened with approval as she said, “Ooh, la la, mamasita. You are looking fine tonight.”
“I take it you approve?”
“Girl, you know I do. Give me a twirl.” I turned around in a circle, showing off the fitted red dress I’d only worn once before. It wasn’t something I would typically wear since it was so short, but Krissy clearly approved. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you. You look great too.” Krissy never failed to look incredible whenever we went out. Tonight was no different. Her blonde hair was pulled back, and she wore a black miniskirt with a sparkly halter top that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. “The guys are gonna be all over you in that.”
A mischievous smirk crossed her face as she said, “I certainly hope so.”
Once I grabbed my things, I followed her downstairs and out to the cab she had waiting for us. Once again, I saw no sign of Zander as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed downtown. We had the cab drop us off at a corner near one of our favorite little diners. After we were seated, we ordered a quick bite, chatted about work while we ate, then walked down to Music Row. There were several great bars along the strip, and as always, each one of them was packed. As we started making our way through the crowd, Krissy took my hand, and in a matter of minutes, we were sitting at the bar of one of the more popular places in town.
When the bartender came over, Krissy ordered us each two double shots of tequila.
“What the hell, Krissy!” I fussed. “I have to work tomorrow.”
“Oh, come on. When’s the last time you had a couple of drinks,” she argued as she handed me one of the tall shot glasses. “Live a little.”
“Okay, but no complaining when my ass is dragging tomorrow.”
“I won’t say a word,” she lied.
She tilted her head back, downing the double shot with one big chug, then watched as I did the same. Once we’d done it again with the second, she ordered us a couple of mixed drinks. After a little searching, we found a table in the back and quickly claimed it as our own. The alcohol was just starting to take effect when Krissy leaned towards me and said, “Tell me all about him.”
“Honestly, I don’t know much about him.”
“Well, you had to know something ... you slept with the guy.”
“Yeah, but I think we just got caught up in the moment or something.”
“That wouldn’t be hard to do, especially with a guy as hot as him.” She giggled as she questioned, “Where did you meet him anyway?”
I’d never been able to lie to her, so I tried bending the truth instead. “We crossed paths the night I went to check on Danny. I kind of thought he was an asshole at the time, but that day he came to work and talked to Mr. McClanahan ... I saw a different side to him, a side I really liked, but
like I said, I haven’t heard from him since we slept together.”
“So, he’s a player, huh?”
“I don’t know, but so far, he hasn’t proven otherwise.”
“Well, two can play that game.” Krissy slid my drink over to me and said, “There are plenty of hot guys here tonight. It’s time to party.”
“I think that’s a great idea.”
We both finished off our drinks, then headed out to the dance floor. It was the first time since the night we were together that I wasn’t thinking about Zander or why I hadn’t seen or heard from him. Instead, I danced with my friend and let go of all those thoughts that’d been weighing on me. The two of us had broken out in a sweat, so we went back to our table and ordered another round of drinks. We were just about to finish them off when I reached into my purse for my phone. I had no idea what had possessed me to check my messages, but I got quite a surprise when I noticed a text from a number I didn’t recognize.
Unknown Number:
What are you doing?
As soon as I read it, I knew it was from him. I don’t know how, but I just did. I also knew it wasn’t merely a simple message from a friend asking what I was up to. No. This message was entirely different, a warning of sorts, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to play into Zander’s hand. He didn’t have the right to question me in such a way, not after blowing me off. I considered responding with a chastising message, telling him to go to hell, but decided that ignoring him would be much more effective. Feeling confident in my decision, I put my phone back in my purse, finished my drink, then turned to Krissy. “Are you ready to get back out there?”
“Girl, you know it.”
