Three Broken Promises

by Monica Murphy

  No way could I ever forget that night. It was one of those moments that’s burned into my memory forever.

  The night I realized I saw my best friend’s little sister as something more than a pesky girl trailing after us. The moment I realized that she was an attractive, desirable woman. Funny, how I immediately declared her off limits in my brain. I couldn’t fuck around with my best friend’s baby sister.

  And look at us now.

  Pushing the worrisome thought from my mind, I trace her collarbone, my gaze lingering on the necklace. “I like that you’re wearing it.”

  “I like that you gave it to me.” Reaching up, she touches the necklace as well, our fingers colliding.

  Before I say something completely out of hand, I lean in and kiss her, hot and hard and punishing. She yields to me as she always does, her tongue circling mine, her arms going around my neck, pulling me in closer. I swallow her soft, needy moans, touching her all over her body, touching her breasts, her flat stomach, skimming over her curves, until my hands are resting at her hips.

  I toy with the skimpy strings that supposedly keep the bikini bottoms on her body, tempted to give them a tug. Pulling away from her, I sit back, watching her. Her breathing is shallow, her chest rising and falling, her skin glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat mixed with sunscreen and lotion and whatever else she’s rubbed on.

  Damn, she’s pretty. I want to eat her up. Keep her locked inside my house for hours, days, weeks. Lose myself in her again and again until I can think of nothing else. Only Jen. Jenny. Jennifer.

  She’s all three of those women to me.

  Reaching out, I brush my finger over her hip bone, tracing it gently until I’m toying with the knotted bow that rests there. Slowly I undo it, watching the string unravel until it’s completely untied. I do the same to the other side, then slowly peel the front of her bikini bottom away, revealing her to me completely.

  Sweat beads my brow and I lick my lips. I could eat her up, right here, right now. She spreads her legs some more, revealing pretty, pink glistening flesh, and when I lift my gaze to her face, I find her watching me. Her eyes almost black with desire, her lips parted as if she might be having trouble breathing.

  I know I sure as hell am.

  “Like what you see?” she asks coyly.

  I don’t answer. Merely settle my hand over her, my palm brushing against her scant pubic hair, my fingers sliding in between her wet folds. She’s drenched for me, she’s always drenched for me, and the little whimper that escapes her at my touch sends an electric current straight to my dick.

  I’m hard as fuck and can’t do anything about it. I glance around, knowing the neighbors on both sides of my house work. There’s no house behind us since my fence butts up to the street. Yeah, there’s a two-story home two houses over with a stay-at-home mom of three who’s always there, but she wouldn’t be paying any attention to my backyard, would she?

  Maybe. But it’s a risk I’m going to have to take.

  “I’m going to make you come,” I whisper, my fingers delving deeper, slipping inside her body. “I want to watch you.”

  A hint of a smile curves her lips. “You always want to watch me.”

  True. “I’ve never seen you come outside. In the sunlight.”

  The smile grows, a soft sound of pleasure passing from her lips when I slip another finger inside her. “Is it your personal goal to see me come in as many places as possible?”

  “How’d you guess?” I kiss her again before I say something really stupid. Like how much I don’t want her to leave me. How much I’ll miss her when she’s gone. How unnecessary it is for her to go because I’m slowly starting to believe we can make this work. If she’d only let me in.

  I think I’m more than ready to let her in.

  Chapter 14

  Colin

  Within minutes she’s moaning, writhing against my hand, her teeth sunk so deep into her bottom lip I’m afraid she’ll draw blood. She’s circling her hips against my fingers, my thumb plays with her clit, and then she’s falling completely apart, her orgasm sweeping over her and taking over completely.

  I’m transfixed by the flush of her skin, the way her breasts heave with her labored breaths, how the inner walls of her sex contract around my fingers as the orgasm consumes her. Her pleasure gives me pleasure. With other women in the past, I was always eager to get off, too busy chasing my own orgasm. Rarely concerned if the woman I was with had come or not. So selfish, I know, but I’ve never denied that I’m a selfish guy.

  With Jen, I want to make sure she’s coming. Always. And that I’m the only one who can make it happen for her. Who can make it so good, she won’t want anyone else.

  “Every time I think it can’t get any better, it does,” she whispers, reaching for me. “I didn’t think that was possible.”

  Neither did I. I feel the same.

  I go to her, let her wrap her arm around my neck and haul me in as close as possible. She kisses me, her other hand resting on my chest. She slides her fingers down to skim across my stomach, drawing dangerously close to my stiff cock.

  “Take me inside,” she says, and I slowly shake my head, making her frown. “Why not?”

  “I’m going to fuck you right here.” I kiss her. “Right now.”

  “No.” She’s the one shaking her head now, all those stray strands of hair brushing against her neck. “No way. I’m not putting on a show for your neighbors.”

  “Hate to tell you this, but you already did, not that anyone’s watching.” Smiling, I kiss her when she tries to dodge me. “No one’s going to see, Jen. Trust me.”

  “But . . .” Her voice trails off as her gaze meets mine. “I don’t know.”

  “You’re the one who was lying out here half naked in the first place. You started it,” I point out, laughing when she slaps my shoulder.

  “I already told you I didn’t think you were coming home.”

  “So it’s okay for you to lie around with your top off but it’s not okay for me to want to have sex with you out here.” And I am so fucking her out here. She might try and keep up the protest, but I won’t let her. I’m already itching to shed all my clothes and get this party started.

  I sound like a cheesy asshole even in my head. This is what she’s reduced me to.

  She sighs, a soft little sound that goes straight to my dick. “I do want you to.” She kisses my lips, my cheek, along my jaw, down my throat, before she moves back up to kiss me right behind my ear. “Take your clothes off, Colin.”

  Fuck. Excitement rolls through me as I pull away from her and stand, shedding my T-shirt, jeans, and underwear as fast as possible. I don’t have a fucking condom, which really messes with my game, and her knowing gaze catches mine, saying she gets exactly what I’m thinking about without her saying a word.

  “I’m clean,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze so she can study her hands. “I’ve never had unprotected sex in my life. And I’m on the pill.”

  I’m shocked. And pleased. I want to be a first for her in at least some way. “Really?”

  She lifts her head so our gazes meet once more. “Really.”

  Well. We have this one thing in common. “Neither have I.” Meaning I’ve never, ever had sex without a condom either. I’m too fucking scared I might become a father to ever take that sort of risk. Look what happened to my parents. They weren’t supposed to get married. They weren’t even in a serious relationship when my mom got pregnant with me. She roped my dad in, and then they were stuck with each other.

  With Jen, for whatever crazy-as-hell reason, I want to say fuck it and toss all worry to the wind. I want to know what it feels like to be inside her with absolutely no barriers. Skin on skin.

  A shiver moves over me at the thought.

  She eyes me, her gaze wandering down the length of my now nude body, and then she’s standing, all that delicious, lean nakedness on display right in front of me. I love her body. Damn near worship it, really. Three day
s in and I’m ready to fall on my knees in front of her like some pussy-whipped asshole.

  For once in my life, I don’t really care.

  “Sit.” Sounds like she’s the one who’s in command now and I gladly give in, letting her take the reins for the first time. I’m curious to see what she wants. How she wants it.

  No matter what, I know I’ll like it.

  I do as she says, settling on the lounger in the dead center, straddling it as I face her. I’m naked and hard as steel, my cock anxious for her to join me. And then she is straddling me, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands clutching my shoulders. I can feel her, my cock is brushing against her wetness, and I’m desperate to thrust up inside her, drive in deep.

  She moves over me, teasing me, smiling when I groan. “Ssh,” she whispers as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock, taking me in, inch by excruciating inch until I’m completely embedded inside her body. “Oh God, you feel so good.”

  My eyes threaten to cross when she starts to move. Slow and hesitant at first, I grip her hips, guiding her onto me. Setting the pace, keeping it leisurely at first, sliding her up and down the length of my cock, going a little deeper with every down thrust. Until we’re picking up the pace, both of us lost to the rhythm of our bodies. She’s snug and wet and warm, the sensation of her clenching tight around my cock threatening to send me straight into oblivion.

  “I’m going to—to—come,” she stutters out when I thrust deep with an almost manic pace. And then she is coming, shuddering all around me, pushing me straight into my own amazing climax.

  We cling to each other as we try to calm our frantically reacting bodies. We’re a shuddering, quivering mess, our panting breaths loud in the otherwise quiet of the late morning. I hear a bird chirp, the not-so-distant sound of a car door slamming, and that sound is the one that snaps her out of it, reminds her that yes indeed, we are a part of the land of the living and for a brief moment, we decided to close ourselves off to the world going on around us and do whatever the hell we wanted.

  But now real life intrudes and I’m bummed as fuck.

  “We should go inside,” she whispers close to my ear, her warm, shuddery breath making me harden all over again. She feels it too, I can tell by the way she shifts against me. Trying to get me deeper.

  “Take a shower with me.” I kiss her. We haven’t done that yet. Taken a shower together. I’m suddenly desperate to run my hands all over her soap-slick skin.

  “I don’t know . . .” Her voice trails off and I lean away from her, seeing the mischievous smile curving her lips.

  Without warning I climb off the chair and hoist her into my arms, ignoring her shriek, her hands slapping against my chest demanding I put her down. I carry her all the way into my bathroom, where I deposit her in my shower and crank on the water, slipping inside the glass enclosure so I can join her.

  Where I proceed to wash every inch of her.

  Jen

  I shouldn’t have taken a shower with Colin. Now I’m sleepy from the warm water, his warm, searching hands, and my third orgasm of the day. It’s barely noon and the man is some sort of lethal weapon. I don’t think I’ve ever had this many orgasms in such a short amount of time.

  We’re lying in his giant bed, our clean, naked bodies entwined around each other. He’s dozing, and I’m wide awake with my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It calms me, soothes me, and I wish I could lie here like this with him forever.

  But I can’t. I haven’t worked up the nerve to tell him I found a roommate yet. I don’t want to ruin the mood. My news will probably make him cranky and I’m just not ready to deal with that.

  So I lie here like a liar, pretending everything is fine between us when it’s so not. I knew this would happen. Having sex with Colin is just as good as I knew it would be. Maybe even better. We already share a past, a connection, and now that we’ve pushed our relationship farther, that connection has gone even deeper.

  At least for me. For him? I’m not sure.

  What’s amazing is that I’ve never felt this way about a man before. Sex was always a means to an end. It’s an act that could almost bore me if I was with the wrong type of guy. And I was with plenty of wrong guys . . .

  Resting my hand on his chest, I let my fingers drift down to skim across the muscular ridges of his stomach. We have to go to work in a few hours but I’d rather not. I’d love to stay here in this bed, naked with Colin, talking and laughing and having sex for however long we want.

  “Everything okay?”

  His deep voice breaks through my thoughts. I lift my head to find him watching me, those clear blue eyes locked on my face, pensive and seeking.

  “I thought you were asleep,” I say.

  “I was. But you’re tense.” Reaching out, he touches the side of my face, his fingers tracing down my cheek, along my jaw. “What’s bothering you?”

  That he knows something is bothering me shows just how well he understands me. I wonder if he even realizes it. “I have some news,” I say, ready to get it over with.

  Now he’s the one who’s gone tense. “What is it?”

  Taking a deep breath, I decide to just blurt it out. “I found a roommate.”

  His expression doesn’t change a bit. He doesn’t even bat an eyelash. “Really.”

  I nod, nerves eating at my insides. “The apartment looks nice and is pretty central to everything. It’s in the area I wanted to live in. I checked out the complex site online. She’s in college, she’s a year younger than me, and she works part-time at a clothing store in a mall nearby.”

  “You haven’t met her.”

  “Well, I’ve talked to her on the phone. Sent her my deposit earlier this morning, too.”

  He’s still studying me with that eerie, immovable expression. I can’t tell if he’s happy, sad, pissed, irritated, whatever. “So it’s for sure. She’s your roommate. You’re moving in with her.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And you’ve never met her in person.”

  “Well, no. Of course not.” I throw my hands up in the air, irritated by his seeming nonreaction. “It’s not like I can ask you to drive me back and forth to Sacramento all the time, right? I don’t have a car and I have no other way to get there.”

  He ignores what I say. “Don’t you think that’s kind of risky?”

  “What? Handling all of this over the phone and internet?” I take a deep breath. This is turning into a fight, which is the last thing I want. But when is anything easy between Colin and me? The sex so far has been incredibly easy, but that sort of thing always comes with a price eventually. “I have no choice.”

  “So you’re still leaving?” He sounds incredulous now. Looks it, too, which just makes me want to punch him.

  “Yes. I’m. Still. Leaving.” I say each word carefully, wanting him to get the message. I’m out of here—but he can change that with a few simple words. He may not know everything that happened while I was at Gold Diggers, but he knows a lot.

  I need to hear him say it doesn’t matter. That he won’t judge me. I need to hear him say he cares only about me.

  Holding my breath, I wait for him to say something. Anything. I don’t want him to beg me—I know that’s not his style. But if he just said one word. One simple word is all it would take and I wouldn’t go.

  Stay.

  “I’ll hire you a moving truck,” he says, crawling out of bed completely naked and heading toward the bathroom. My gaze falls to his perfect butt like always.

  Right about now, I’d really like to kick it.

  Chapter 15

  Colin

  I’d come up with the perfect plan and I came home in the middle of the day to tell Jen, hoping like hell that she’d be receptive. Why wouldn’t she be? Last night we had the most amazing quickie non-fuck of my life in my office with a packed restaurant on the other side of the door. The way she was the one who sought me out, hot for me, coming all over my fingers, then
giving me a most enthusiastic blow job, will be one of my favorite memories ever.

  Finding her almost naked in my backyard earlier today felt like an all-time fantasy come to life. Sex outside by the pool, sex in the shower . . . yeah. Everything between us is fucking amazing.

  Then the magical moment was ruined by her announcement that she’d found a roommate. And like a dumbass, I said nothing. I offered to rent her a moving truck like some unfeeling asshole. That was my answer. That’s how I treated what was really a delicate situation. I’m a hopeless prick.

  She hasn’t spoken to me much since. Not that I can blame her.

  Why is she so hell bent on leaving? I know she craves independence. But I offer her stability. Maybe too much stability, but still. She doesn’t have to worry about finding a job or paying rent or buying a car. I provide all of that for her and more.

  Maybe that’s the problem, asshole. You completely take care of her, almost like you’re her sugar daddy.

  Running a hand through my hair, I let out a grunt of frustration. She’s into me. I’m into her. I’m offering her a better-paying job that’s in another town but still close enough that we could see each other. So what’s the big deal?

  Don’t forget her need for freedom.

  Freedom. More like she’s running away.

  I shove the nagging voice in my head to the back of my brain. I don’t need to focus on that shit tonight. I want to keep Jen in my life for at least a little while longer. A great job at a different location would give her a new opportunity, a chance to grow, to reach toward that freedom she’s always talking about, but still keep her close. Close enough that we could see each other on a regular basis. As in a real relationship.

  For once, that thought doesn’t freak me out. I’m eager to tell her. Spend time with her. Lie down in my bed at night and hold her, talk to her. Just be with her.

  Does she want to be with me? Does she miss me like she did last night? No surprise visits in my office so far tonight, which is a damn shame. I’d planned on bending her over my desk and fucking her fast and furiously until I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to stifle her cries when I brought her to orgasm.