Changing For You: A New Adult Contemporary Romance (Anything For You Book 1)

by Hopkins, Faleena

  “Macallan 18! How ‘bout it! How you like me now?” a voice boomed.

  Brendan and I both looked to the sound.

  Holding a bottle of scotch, in walked a guy with the personality of five men. “You guys wanna play a game?” He had sparkling eyes, a lopsided grin, stood around 5’10,” and his body was obviously brewed by many, many hours at the gym. As soon as he saw me, his eyebrows sprang up and his smile faltered for a second as he looked from Brendan to me. I couldn’t help but think he was adorable.

  “Well, hello there.” Hand held out, he walked straight up to us. “Tommy.”

  I shook his hand, but I felt Brendan’s fingers wrap tight around my leg.

  My father always said, You’re a lady, Rebecca. And a lady can get away with anything. So I smiled and held my head high. “Rebecca. Nice to meet you. Sorry, I didn’t dress for company.”

  Tommy grinned. He threw a happy look to Mark. “I think she’s dressed perfectly. How about you?”

  Mark smiled with the patience of one who knows his friends very, very well.

  Tommy looked over to the sounds of battle coming from the T.V.

  “Highlander? This is a classic!”

  “You’ve seen it?”

  “Seen it? I own it! And yet still, if it comes on cable, even though I own it –”

  “—You have to watch it anyway! Me too!” I laughed.

  Then we both said the famous line at the same time. “There can be only one!”

  I glanced happily to Brendan, but the look on his face melted my smile away fast. I settled back against the back of the couch and leaned into him. His eyes were like stone, but his hand held my leg like I was his property, a noteworthy observation, I thought.

  Tension was high and Mark saved the day by grabbing his jacket from the back of a chair. “Let’s go to Knockout, Tommy.”

  Tommy’s surprised glance looped around everyone’s faces. “Oh right. You guys want to be left alone.”

  I explained, “It’s just I’m in town only for the weekend, so we don’t have a lot of time.” Brendan looked at me and I couldn’t read his face, so I squeezed his hand.

  Mark had already gone and Tommy was about to follow, but he turned around and slid his hands casually into his pockets. “Oh, hey Brendan, you know we’re meeting at the office tomorrow with the search engine tech guys, right?”

  Brendan searched his memory. “On a Sunday?”

  “Yeah. Noon. So don’t sleep in.” He flashed a charming smile. “Nice meeting you, Rebecca.”

  “You too.”

  As the door closed, I heard him crying out with a Scottish brogue, “There can be only one!!!”

  I smiled and looked at Brendan whose face was still troubled. “What was that about?”

  “What?”

  “You got so tense.”

  I watched him evade the subject as he slipped a hand under the cotton to caress one of my breasts, picking it up and massaging it as he looked at me, so handsome and yet so closed off. I leaned in to kiss him, our blending mouths taking no time in making us greedy for more. I started to climb on top of him, but he overpowered me and twisted me around to all fours. I grabbed onto the couch, gripping the leather tight, thinking, they could come back any minute. What if Mark forgot his wallet?

  Brendan seemed undisturbed by this possibility as he slid my panties down and gave my ass a firm slap. I arched my back, the sweet sting arousing me and I happened to look over and see our reflection staring deliciously back at us from a tall mirror that rested on the floor, eternally waiting to be hung. He was on his knees behind me, yanking off his sweats. He leaned over me, his chest falling on my back. My gaze raked up his naked body, up legs to his perfect ass, over the strength of his back and down the muscles of his biceps as he worked on my buttons, kissing my neck. He slid the shirt off my arms and threw it onto the floor, exposing all of me. The soft contrast of my breasts and curves against the hardness of every inch of him was sexy. I watched as he stroked his cock, staring at my ass raised up high in front of him. He looked over and caught my eyes in the mirror’s reflection. He was gorgeous and ripped.

  He reached over to the coffee table and opened a drawer full of condoms. I wanted to laugh at the fact that he and Mark kept condoms in every corner of the house; of course they would do that. But I didn’t want to think of what he did when I wasn’t there, and my laughter died before it even reached my lips.

  He slid one on and stroked himself as I watched, glued to the reflection and shoving down my jealousy at countless unknown women. He pointed the tip of his full cock toward my ass as he met my eyes in the mirror. He stayed there for so long I almost moved, but I knew he didn’t want me to. His firm stare said that. He was showing dominance. I got that now. He didn’t like how Tommy had looked at me, and this was how he acted on that.

  Who was I to argue?

  I gasped as he leaned in to slide his tip around my wet pussy and showing special attention to my clit like the master he was. Pleasure built a sweet, slow flame inside me and the ache was so good I could hardly stand it. His free hand picked up my hair, the muscles in his arm flexing with the reach. He laid it along my back, spreading it into a wide fan as he pushed my legs open wider with his knees. His fingers pressed like claws until he gripped my waist. I moaned and he slid his cock into me a little at a time. I couldn’t stand it and tried to move, but his hand gripped and held me where he wanted me. This was his show. I was just a player on his stage. To turn him on more and make him give in to his body, I pushed my chest out, back arched, my hair falling to my sides in lovely waves. The effect worked. He growled and slapped my ass again. He slid in me deeper just like I wanted. I pushed up my hips to show him my ass like a cat.

  “You like to watch, Rebecca?” he smirked, slowly moving in and out and driving me wild. I could only nod, speech impossible. My body hummed, the increase of pleasure unyielding. He held my eyes, his growing darker and darker. He slapped my ass again and saw that I liked it. So he pinched it and pounded me faster.

  I lost all inhibition and whimpered, “Fuck me harder.” It was something I could never have said to my ex-husband. He would have laughed at me. So I said it again, louder, “Fuck me harder.” Don’t always give it to me gentle, I would have told him had I the nerve.

  He grabbed tighter onto my hips, pressing his fingers deeply in. I gripped onto the couch and lost myself grinding against him. He spanked my ass again and the sound was a tight crack of skin against skin, the feeling so hot. With a few more long strokes, I cried out, quivering into a place where the world no longer existed. Where there was nothing but my body and what it could do. How it could feel under the skillful touch of a man like him. How I wanted nothing more than to be fucked like this as often as possible for the rest of my life. Throw in some chocolate and some wine and I’d be set.

  We walked to Lolinda afterward because I said I needed some meat and their Filet Mignon was divine. The walk was nice, but we didn’t hold hands. And our phones were constantly going off with emails and texts that couldn’t be ignored. I teased him that we worked too much, that we couldn’t take a break even for a weekend, that something was wrong with us. He smiled because he knew I didn’t mean it. I loved keeping busy just as much as he did.

  At one point during dinner, he raised his hand to get the server’s attention.

  “Yes?” she said, her hands behind her straight back.

  “Can we have a bottle of Hermitage La Chapelle?”

  “2001 or ’99?”

  He answered without hesitation, “The ’99. Thank you.”

  As she left, I smiled. “I’m guessing that’s the better one.”

  Brendan reached out and took my hand. “Do you think I’d give you anything less?”

  The way my body melted was embarrassing. I was a grown woman and this younger man could break my heart in half. I nibbled on a roll, dipping it in the juices swimming on my plate. “Brendan?”

  He looked up from his phone. “Yeah?”


  “I’ve had a really good time this weekend.”

  His eyes lit up. “It’s not over.”

  I smiled. “I know. I just wanted to tell you.”

  “Get ready for some of the best red wine you’ve ever had.” Then his head dipped back into his phone and his thumbs typed away. I watched for a second and picked up my own to check if Connie had written back about the pet rescue place in Scottsdale, Arizona called Lucky Dog. She had and I loved that she was on board, so I wrote her back immediately. That email turned into another and soon the night disappeared before I even knew what had happened.

  When we lay in bed that night, I snuggled up to him. “Are you awake?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Who’s your emergency contact?”

  He turned to face me. “What?”

  “I was thinking I’d like to be on your emergency contact list. If something ever happened to you, I’d like to know.”

  He frowned and stared at me for a while. I waited, holding his eyes.

  “Let me think about it.” He turned back over. I stared at his back, feeling irritated. Can’t you give me anything? I thought. It took me an hour of telling myself I could always end things if I couldn’t handle it anymore, before my eyes finally closed.

  The next day at 12:30 p.m., there was a knock at the door. Alone, with Mark having gone to the gym and Brendan to his meeting, I looked through the peephole to find Tommy on the other side. My mind raced to understand what he was doing there. “Hey Rebecca.” I opened the door with a confused smile and he looked inside. “Brendan here?”

  I shook my head, saying slowly. “No, he went to that meeting. Weren’t you supposed to go?” Tommy took a step forward to lean on the doorway. He was uncomfortably close. I hated to admit it, but he looked damned sexy. He was handsome, but all three of them were, with different things to offer. It occurred to me that together they must have desolated the female population in college.

  He inhaled deeply, his mind somewhere else. “Nah. I wasn’t supposed to be at this one. I’m newer to the company, you know. Brendan’s the guy. He’s got more time and people like him more.” He looked at me like he wanted to say something, but then shook his head a little and looked away.

  “What were you going to say? And did you want to come in?”

  He nodded and followed me in. I motioned to the couch but he opted for the big dark leather chair opposite me; Brendan’s favorite. I went to the kitchen to get him some ice water and he waited for me, asking how I met Brendan.

  “Oh we met while I was on vacation a long time ago,” I called out.

  “Yeah? That sounds nice. Where?”

  “Mendocino? Ever been?” I walked in and handed him the water.

  His eyes danced and he shook his head. “Thank you. No, but I’ve heard of it.”

  “It’s beautiful there.”

  “I bet.” He looks at me like he wasn’t talking about Mendocino.

  “So what’s going on at the company?”

  He began to speak, but then stopped himself. “It’s not important. How’s your visit been?”

  I tilted my head a bit and smiled. “Seriously, it’s okay. If you want to talk, I’m a good listener.”

  “You sure I’m not interrupting your day?” He made a cute face.

  “Nope. I was just reading a book, but it can wait.” I picked up The Vampire Lestat from the couch, held it up and laid it on the coffee table, next to Wired Magazine. “See? Book can wait. Stay there, Book.”

  His eyes danced more and he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped. “You’ve got it trained well.”

  “Took me years.”

  He laughed, but then his smile faded. “Well, the thing is, I don’t think Brendan’s gunning for me to do well at the company. He shuts me down a lot. I try not to let it get to me, but it does.”

  I thought for a moment. “Last night at dinner, he said you guys have been friends since college. That’s a lot of time, so I’m sure he wants what’s best for you.”

  Tommy looked away, eyes darkening. “I wish you were right, but I don’t think that’s the case. We all need friends in our court, you know? I’ve known these guys since forever, but it’s like I’m on the outside ever since they moved in together. I try to reach out.” He stopped and said on a laugh. “God, I sound like such a pussy.”

  “No, I like it. My ex and I never used to talk like this. This is nice. I like hearing what’s really going on with people.”

  “Yeah? Me too.” He searched my face, leaning forward again.

  “So, let’s connect,” I smiled, meaning it. “What are you going to do about this problem? Tell me what you think might work to fix it.”

  He sat back and played with his watch. It gave me a second to study him. He was dressed casually but with style. His jeans were dark and hung well. His sneakers were leather and hip. The T-shirt was tight, but not too tight. And his watch had a large, brown leather strap that screamed testosterone. His hair was cut short and looked great. He had a strong neck and jawline. He glanced over and caught me looking, and I blinked a couple times and turned my attention to the clock. It was 12:45 p.m.

  “I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing. Being cool, not rock the boat. Show up with a smile and hope that Brendan will take down that wall of his.”

  I laughed. “He does have a wall, doesn’t he?”

  Tommy made a small noise that said yes without saying the word. He brought both hands up and clasped them behind his head, his torso spreading out as he leaned back in the chair. His T-shirt stretched tight against his chest and his legs opened comfortably in a way that said sex, sex, SEX.

  He glanced to my chest making me suddenly aware that my nipples had come to attention without my knowledge. I crossed my arms. “Well, about work and him not supporting you, I hope you’re wrong.” I was covering my embarrassment.

  “I hope you’re right,” he smiled.

  I stared at him. His eyes stayed on me. The charge in the room could have lit up the San Francisco Opera. I should ask him to leave. I glanced to my book on the coffee table, then back to him. He didn’t falter in his gaze and I felt him everywhere.

  After an electric moment longer, I heard myself say, “Tell me more.”

  He smiled. “I figure, if I stick around long enough, I’ll win in the end. That’s my plan.”

  “I think that’s a good plan,” I said, quietly. “Are we still talking about your job?”

  Then I heard the front door and before I realized who it must be, Brendan stormed into the room, looking from me to Tommy like we were both naked and fucking. I straightened up and greeted him a little too quickly. “Well, hello. You’re back early.”

  He focused on Tommy. “They moved the meeting to Monday.”

  “Oh yeah? That sucks you went all the way down there then.”

  I watched them, two men with pistols drawn, standing twenty paces apart.

  “Wait. What?” I was shocked. “Was there really a meeting?”

  They both looked at me. Brendan looked like he wanted to say something but Tommy chuckled and stood up. “Of course there was a meeting, Rebecca. What, dya think I set him up?” He held out his arms and looked from me to Brendan. “You two have a good day.” He grabbed the bottle of Macallan 18 he’d left on the table the night before. “Like you, B-man, I have a hot date tonight. That’s why I had to come get this, you see. Good scotch for a good woman.”

  “What’s her name?” Brendan shot at him, and there was a meaning behind his words that I didn’t understand.

  But Tommy did. He smirked and shook his head to himself. “It was nice talking to you, Rebecca.” He smacked Brendan on the shoulder and passed him. “You’ve got a good one here.” Behind Brendan’s back, he mouthed to me, yikes, like he had no idea why Brendan acted that way.

  I waited for the door to close before I asked, “What was that about?”

  “You two have a nice talk?” he growled and walked into the k
itchen.

  I stared after him, wondering if I should do something to make him feel better. But the jealousy was pleasing, so fuck it. I stayed put. Normally he acted like he could take or leave me, so I decided to let him stew in it. The key is to keep a competitive man on his toes. If a man likes sports, that means he likes the game. He needs to work for it. Who was I to deny him that charge? So, I stayed on the couch and picked up my book to ignore the banging kitchen tantrum.

  It wasn’t long before he came out and glared at me. I put the book down. “Yes?”

  “What do you want, Rebecca?”

  My eyebrows flew up. “What do I want? Well, you must know I’m looking for someone to share my life with, Brendan.”

  He was strongly taken aback by my frankness and it quieted him. “I didn’t know that, no.”

  I sighed. “Don’t get freaked out. You’ve made it very clear you’re not looking for that, but most of the world doesn’t think like you. Most of us want someone to share our lives with. That’s just human nature.”

  Frustrated, he leaned with his back against a wall. He couldn’t have stood any farther away. “Yeah, well, not me. I’ve got my friends. And I’ve got you.”

  I leaned my head and narrowed my eyes. “And how do you have me exactly?”

  Silence.

  “How exactly do you expect to hold people at a distance like this for the rest of your life. Like with Tommy.”

  He stiffened. “What about Tommy?”

  “Well, he says you shut him out.”

  Brendan laughed sardonically, and sucked on his teeth, his eyes on the floor. “He told you that, huh?”

  “He did. He talked to me. Which is more than you do, most of the time.”

  Brendan’s head flew up. “We talk.”

  “We talk, but we never talk about what’s really going on. How you feel about your job. Who this ex of yours was, the one who did such a number on you? Why you’ve held onto that, like it’s a badge of honor that you got hurt. You know we all get hurt, right?”