by T L Osborn
We arrive at the vet clinic and Riley’s out of the car before I’ve even put it in park. I climb the stairs, entering the vet clinic behind her.
“I can’t wait to see her,” Riley says.
“I can tell.”
Riley tells the nurse behind the desk we’re here to collect Poppy and the nurse disappears. A pair of doors swing open and out walks a man carrying one, very excited puppy in his arms. I’m expecting Riley to go running over, but she doesn’t move. It’s like she’s frozen on the spot. I look into her face.
Her eyes widen and mouth opens as if she’s seen a ghost.
I then notice she’s staring at the man holding Poppy.
Does she know him? If so, how?
“Dylan, what are you doing here?” she asks, finally finding her voice.
“I didn’t believe it was you when I saw the name of the owner. Seems you got your way, got the dog you pestered me for.” He smirks.
Prick! Who the fuck is this guy?
“I sure did.”
“You’re looking good,” he says, handing Poppy over.
“If you want me to say the same…you can get fucked. Can we just get the bill taken care of, please?” Riley asks.
Her tone is ice cold.
He must be an ex.
“Now, there’s no need for that language. Your mother would be appalled by your behaviour,” he scolds.
Asshole.
“My behaviour? I’m not the one who was married and hid it from me for three years.”
Yup, definitely an ex.
“You were never supposed to know.”
“We talked about having kids, you moron. I was building a life with you.” Riley’s voice begins to shake and I step forward, sliding my hand onto her back, then pat Poppy on the head. “Can we just do the bill now?” she stresses.
“Please, we have an engagement we need to be at,” I interject.
“This is none of your fucking business. I’m not finished talking to Riley,” he sneers at me.
“It is my business when it concerns my girl and the unprofessional way you’re speaking to her.”
Riley gasps, knowing I’ve just put a label on us. I’ll address that later. However, Poppy barks with her seal of approval. I’ll take it.
“Can we have the bill, please?”
“Total is eight hundred dollars,” he says.
“Did you add some kind of asshole tax to that?” I ask.
Riley snorts with laughter beside me.
“I’d like an itemised list of costs.”
“What are you, some kind of financial manager?”
“Maybe, but that’s not any of your fucking business is it?” I pull my credit card from my wallet.
“You sure know how to pick them, don’t you, Riley. First me, now this poor guy,” he says.
I’ve had about enough of this shit. If he doesn’t shut up, I’m going to jump this desk and punch the living daylights out of him.
The transaction goes through and he prints an itemised list of the costs. I glance over it, everything adds up and the most expensive part is because she had to stay overnight.
“Ready to go, baby?” I ask Riley while gathering the medication and things we’ve bought for Poppy.
“Please,” Riley says, turning on her heels without so much as a goodbye. I follow her outside and we place Poppy in the car before climbing in ourselves.
“You want to tell me what that was all about?” I ask as I begin driving towards her house.
“He’s my ex.”
“Yeah, I worked that bit out.”
“Okay, so I haven’t seen him since I dumped his cheating ass eighteen months ago. I was with him for three years, living in an apartment he paid for, using camera equipment he bought for me. Not the camera stuff we used yesterday; that’s a recent upgrade,” she stresses. “You see, the thing I didn’t know was that he was married with two kids. I was his bought-and-paid-for mistress. I thought he was sweet, caring and attentive, but I was wrong.”
“How’d you find out he was married?”
“The day I was getting ready to do a photoshoot for a family. They had two kids, with one on the way, so they wanted a family pregnancy shoot that involved the two older children which I thought was sweet. When they arrived, in walks my boyfriend, his wife, their two kids and she’s heavily pregnant. After the shoot, I went back to the apartment, packed everything I wanted, leaving behind everything he’d ever bought me and got the hell out of there; not leaving a note, nothing. I went to my sisters and ignored his texts and phone calls.”
That fucking prick! Selfishly I’m glad she’s not with him because now she’s mine.
“I bet your thinking I’m an idiot, right?”
“I’m not thinking anything of the sort. You were a woman in a relationship and in love. I was actually thinking that I’m selfishly grateful because now I have you and I want to keep you all to myself.”
“He honestly had everything set up perfectly. He’d come over on weekends to see me, never contacting me during the week. He’d always leave before four on a Sunday, and never arrived until after nine at night on a Friday. It wasn’t until I broke up with him that I realised all his flaws.”
“He sounds like he’d get along with my ex like a house on fire.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s your story?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Another time. For now, we need to get this sweet wee girl home and resting,” I say, hoping to distract her. To my surprise it works and she turns around to look at Poppy.
Drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, I sigh. I’m not ready to tell Riley my story yet and I don’t know if I ever will be. She’s the first woman I’ve let into my home and I’m now thinking about buying stuff for her dog.
Am I moving too fast?
Should I slow this down?
Do I want to take things slower with Riley? The pace is pretty great so far.
Turning to stare at her as we lock eyes, Riley’s innocent sweet stare is alluring, pulling me in and holding me prisoner.
Fuck, I’m screwed.
Riley
We arrive back at my place and find Courtney waiting for us.
“Oh, yay, she’s okay. I was so worried that I’d fed her something wrong, or she’d eaten something she shouldn’t have when I was in the shower,” she squeals as she hugs me.
“I’ll just take her into my room and let her sleep.” I place her crate in my room and spin around only to find myself in James’ arms.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, a little shaken from seeing my ex this morning, but I’ll be okay. Are you staying for a bit, or did you want to head home?” I ask.
“I’d like to stay if that’s okay?”
“Yeah, of course. You’ll have to possibly put up with my roommates being home.”
“No worries.” We head to the lounge.
“What was the vet like? Was he hot?” Courtney asks, plonking herself down on the couch. “No offence to you James, but I’m interested.”
“None taken,” James says, taking a seat.
“Want a coffee?” I ask them both. They nod. “Okay, I’ll get right on that.” I walk towards the kitchen.
“Well, tell me about the vet.”
“How do you even know it was a guy?” I ask, banging around in the cupboards for cups.
“Assumption.”
“Yes, it was a guy, and no, I wouldn’t recommend you go there either.”
“Why?”
“It was Dylan.”
“No. Seriously? Not Dylan the douche?”
“Yup, the one and the same.”
“I bet that was awkward.”
“Sure was. Now can we not discuss him while I’m sitting here with James?” I say.
“Doesn’t offend me. I wanted to punch him for the way he was speaking to you.” James chuckles.
“I like this one,” Courtney says, pointing at him. “He can stay, he’s protective of you.”
James
shrugs. “Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.”
I carry their drinks over to them and go back for mine. Taking a seat next to James, who wraps his arm around me, it makes me lean into his chest.
“Thank you, to both of you, for being there for me.”
“I was so worried,” Courtney says. “When I saw her vomit, I was like…’oh fuck, Riley’s going to kill me’.”
“Nah, I’m just glad you called,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
We sit, drinking in silence. James is awfully quiet; he seems to be deep in thought about something.
“Next time you’re in the gym can you imagine Dylan’s face is the one you’re punching?” I ask him.
“Anything for you,” he says.
“Come on, let’s take this to my room. I hear Poppy,” I say.
“Just don’t make too much noise,” Courtney says with a wink at me. “I hope you’re staying for dinner, James.”
“He’s staying for dinner. And we will make as much noise as we want. I sleep with headphones in for a reason,” I say, dragging James down the hall.
As we enter my room, his arms swim around me.
“I need to hold you right now, then we’ll tend to Poppy.”
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
“Yeah, baby, just fine and maybe really fucking horny.” He chuckles.
To distract himself, he goes over to Poppy’s crate and gets her out, cradling her on his lap with a towel. He settles on my bed, then signals me over with one finger.
Lying on the bed, I snuggle up next to them both. I really want to ask him what he meant by calling me his girl, but I also don’t want to push him.
One day I’ll get the answers, but for now, it’s all about Poppy.
Chapter Twelve
James
I’m sitting at my desk, busy as fuck going through the financial reports for the company, while trying to sort out the taxes and making sure all my ducks are in a row. I love coming to the end of the financial year; it’s where I put my skills to good use. Well, one of my many talents; the others are yet to be indulged in.
Picking up my cup of coffee, I go to take a sip only to realise it’s empty.
Damn it.
I could use the caffeine hit right now after staying up late last night.
Swivelling my chair around, I stand to stretch. I’ll make myself another coffee, then get back to work. I head into the tea room on our floor and make myself another drink. It tastes like crap, but it’s my only option since our machine is currently out of action and Simon has yet to replace it. Returning to my desk and settling myself back into work, my phone buzzes on my desk. Riley’s name flashes up on the screen.
Riley: Hey babe, what are you up to?
I’m smiling at my phone. She called me babe, and I like it.
Me: Hey gorgeous. Just working. What are you doing?
Riley: Lying here, horny as hell after writing a sex scene.
Me: Wish I was there. I’d make you feel better.
Riley: I wish you were too.
Me: Baby, just imagine my tongue licking your pussy, making you nice and wet for me.
I shift in my seat, my cock throbbing hard in my pants. Unable to concentrate on work, I lean back waiting for her response.
Riley: My pussy is so wet.
Me: Show me.
A moment later I receive just what I asked for—a wet cat picture. The cheeky little minx will get spanked for that.
Me: That’s not the wet pussy I want to see.
Riley: You asked for a wet pussy.
Me: Touché.
The next message I get is of my front door and the caption beneath it reads: Tag: You’re it.
That’s it. Fuck work! I’m going home to have sex with Riley.
Grabbing my jacket, I race out of my office, bumping into Simon at the lifts.
“I’m taking the afternoon off.”
“Where are you going?” he demands.
“Home. There’s a hot, horny chick waiting for me.”
“Does she know you only have one ball?”
“I might only have one, but your two are small and shrivelled.”
“I hope you don’t have performance anxiety.” He chuckles as the lift doors close. I know I don’t have a problem getting it up. Every time I think of Riley I have a hard-on and today, I’m going to give her a good time.
Jumping into my car and racing home, my heart’s pounding in time with my cock. I’m hoping I’m not too late, and she’s still waiting for me.
Riley
This is the craziest idea I’ve ever had, but damn it, I’m horny and the only person who satisfies my needs is James. Sex hasn’t happened so far and I can’t take much more. I need to have sex with him, to feel his cock filling me. I bite my lip as my temperature spikes out of control while I lean on his door. My entire body is alive and on fire just thinking about him.
Yet, I’m filled with guilt. Guilt because I was sexting him at work. Guilt because I’ve interrupted his work day; all because I need him here. Maybe I should text him and say I’ll come over tonight, however, I’m too slow as the lift doors ding, indicating someone’s coming.
My heart swells full of hope.
Is it him?
The doors open, revealing James. He’s wearing a dark grey suit, black shirt and a purple striped tie. His eyes are smouldering as he stares at me. He licks his lips as a soft smirk crosses his face. He stalks towards me like a lion hunting its prey. Without warning, he grabs me, lifting me into his arms and crashes his mouth to mine as he slams us into his door.
Dragging my hands up his biceps and onto his shoulders, I begin to remove his tie as he makes his way up my t-shirt, his hands grabbing my breasts with hungry desire. He rips his mouth from mine and I moan as I grind myself against him.
“First, I’m going to make you come with my hand, then my tongue, before I finally fill you deep with my cock until you’re screaming my name,” he whispers against my neck as I unbutton his shirt.
“Please…just fuck me,” I beg as I slide my hands over his chest.
“Such a dirty mouth. I have a use for that.” He grins. “But first, we’re going to take this inside because no one is getting a show.” He unlocks the door and we almost fall inside. He kicks the door closed and locks it as I literally rip his shirt from his body. His mouth finds mine as he pauses, kissing me into a frenzy as he pushes me against the wall. He slides his hands up my skirt, gripping my ass, causing me to moan, then slides his fingertips beneath my panties. He lowers me to the floor. “You don’t need these anymore, remove them,” he demands.
Slowly and seductively, feeling bolder, I remove my skirt, followed by my panties.
He slides one hand between my legs. “What have you been writing? You’re soaked.”
“Sex, and a lot of it,” I reply, dropping to my knees in front of him.
I undo his belt, and yank on his pants and boxers, bringing them to the floor, allowing his cock to spring free from his pants. I lick his length, then around his head and back down. He groans as I lick up and suck him deep into my mouth.
“Riley,” he moans.
I use my hands, and suck him deep as I look up at him. Sliding my other hand over my pussy, I’m desperate.
“Stop!” he commands and I pull off him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No, but your hand is inside your pussy, and that pleasure belongs to me.” He pulls me up and pushes me backwards into the bedroom until my knees hit the edge of the bed. James removes his pants, only he wobbles and falls over, causing me to howl with laughter. Staggering to his feet, his face bright red, he tries to hide his embarrassment. “You’ll be getting spanked for laughing at me.”
“It was funny,” I reply as he kneels between my legs, beginning to torture me with his tongue, licking me up and down. I groan in pleasure. He licks continuously until I’m literally riding his face, except he stops as I’m about to come. “No!
What are you doing?”
“Sweetheart, I want you to come around my cock, not on my tongue.” He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a box of condoms from inside the top drawer. He slides one over his cock.
“Come here, big boy,” I say as he moves towards the bed. He grins and climbs onto the bed, pulling me towards him and he lays me down, sliding one thigh between my legs as he runs his hands up my sides. “James, please…”
He leans down, pressing his lips to mine and uses his thighs to spread my legs wide open for him. I feel his cock at my entrance.
He takes it slow as I lean back and cry out.
“You okay?” he asks, concern washing over his face.
I nod. “Yes, take it slow, please.”
He lifts my legs to allow me to open wide for him, then he leans over, licking my nipples as he thrusts inside me again. The more he moves, the better it feels. Fuck! It really has been a while since I last had decent sex.
My body adjusts to him quickly and we begin to move as one. I grip his shoulders as his lips graze my neck. His cock is filling me deeply as if it’s made for me.
“Fuck, Riley,” he moans.
I lift my hips and thrust against him, my body shaking. He slides one hand around to my ass, gripping it tightly as he begins to fuck me harder.
“James, I’m going to come,” I moan.
“Yes, baby, come for me.”
I groan loudly in his ear as my orgasm washes over me. James thrusts once, twice, three times as my pussy clamps hard on his cock. He lifts his head to look into my eyes as I watch his face twist when his climax rocks through him.
“Fuck!” he growls as I feel his cock thicken within my walls.
I dig my nails into his back while he grips my ass tightly. There’ll be bruises there tomorrow. Once we finally stop moving, he leans above me, placing light kisses on my lips as he pulls out. James slides off me, then removes the condom. I run my hand down over my pussy; I’m not finished having sex and I hope he’s not a one pump chump.
“You want more, beautiful?” he asks, putting on another condom.
