by Dash, Jayson
She tossed and turned, thinking about the idea so hard she couldn’t focus on anything else. It wasn’t the fact that attending Carl’s wedding was important to her; it was the fact of the aftermath that would occur at the wedding. And seeing Carl marry so quickly after their breakup didn’t sit too well with Sabrina either, nor did it make her feel like she was doing any better without him, even though she was, which in Sabrina’s mind hardly made any sense and confused her.
She needed to make a decision and she needed to do it quick. She needed an outlet and found it in the form of running. She strapped up her Nike running shoes and went to the park with Brett and they ran at least three miles. Still feeling pressured, she ran a couple more miles without Brett.
Once she was finished with her last lap, Brett called her over with a concerned look on his face.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” said Sabrina coolly. “Why’d you ask?”
Brett looked up at the gray clouds that were beginning to form in the sky above them and looked back at Sabrina. He said, “You look worried. Like you have something on your mind that you’re not telling me.”
Sabrina paused and contemplated what she was going to say and how she was going to say it. She couldn’t believe how obvious she was and how easy it was for Brett to read her like an open book.
She looked at Brett and said, “Uh, actually, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you. But before I tell you what it is, promise me you won’t freak about it.”
Brett moved closer to her and replied, “I promise I won’t.”
Sabrina ignored the cold raindrops that were starting to fall form the sky and imagined how she thought Brett’s reaction would play out in her mind.
She said, “I know this is going to sound weird and if you don’t want to go its fine. But, um, remember the ex-boyfriend I told you about?”
“Yeah,” said Brett, ignoring the fact that the rain was beginning to fall harder. “What about him?”
“He’s getting married in a couple of weeks and I told him I was going to go and seeing as you’re my boyfriend, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to ask you if you want to be my plus one.”
For a moment or so, Sabrina thought about all the negative things Brett could have said and assumed the worse.
He waited a beat and said, “‘Plus one,’ huh?”
“Yeah,” said Sabrina. “As in my date, my new beau—”
“You want to make him jealous, don’t you?”
“Um, no. Not really. Can we talk about this on the way home? ‘The rain is really starting come down hard and I can’t afford to get sick.”
“Sure we can. Just answer the question and I’ll tell you my answer that’ll be the end of it.”
Sabrina gave in and said, “Okay, yeah I want to make him jealous just a tiny bit, but that’s not why I want you to go.”
He smiled and said, “You just want to show me off.”
Sabrina chuckled and said, “Hell yeah I do! You’re so damn sexy you don’t even know it.”
Brett moved her wet hair from her face and said, “You know what’s even sexier?”
“What’s that…?”
“This,” Brett said as he pulled Sabrina into him and began kissing her in the rain as the rain continued to fall on them, soaking their clothes.
Sabrina didn’t give a damn about her hair getting wet. She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that it was pouring and she and Brett were the only two idiots kissing in the rain like a scene straight out of some romance movie. She was so into Brett and the way he kissed her so passionately, that nothing else mattered.
Minutes later they were back at Sabrina’s place tearing each other’s clothes off and throwing them to the floor.
“I want you,” Sabrina whispered softly into Brett’s ear as they stood by the staircase leading to Sabrina’s bedroom.
“I want you too,” Brett whispered back. “But what about your two-month rule?”
“Fuck it,” Sabrina said and pulled him upstairs to her bedroom. Once there, she pushed Brett onto her bed and began to undo her bra and let them fall free from the cups.
Even in the nearly dark room she could see Brett’s green eyes staring back at her, his body still wet from his wet clothes, glistened.
He stood up from the bed and wrapped his arms around Sabrina, tunneled his fingers through her wet hair. He kissed the nape of her neck, and made a trail down to her breasts. He cupped her breast and began licking them, making her nipples hard.
Sabrina felt a sudden rush go through her body and immediately felt wet between her legs.
Brett dropped down to his knees, slid off Sabrina’s panties and threw them into a corner of the room. He stood up, did the same with his boxers and said, “Feel me,” as he took her hand and placed it on his thick flesh as it pulsated and began to grow.
She maneuvered around him where her back was towards the bed and locked her arms behind his neck and pulled until they both fell back onto the bed.
The feeling of his hard muscles under his smooth skin on top of hers made her tingle inside.
He lowered his head and began kissing her. She eagerly accepted his tongue as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She cried out in surprise as Brett slid into her slowly, then he thrust his hips to go deeper. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a soft scream. He plunged into her at a slow, but rhythmic speed that sent her into a hard climax so fast she had to grab onto the sheets to keep from screaming her head off.
She felt as if every muscle in her body was tensing and trembling all over. She knew it had been a long time since she had some, but never had she felt so far gone before.
“Oh, Brett…you’re driving me crazy.”
“I know, baby. It feels so good…you’re so wet…and tight,” Brett moaned as he sped up, giving it to her as good as she gave it to him.
She held onto Brett’s warm body as he sent her into climax after climax. The sensation she was getting was like no other and she felt as if she was beyond ecstasy and was experiencing a true outer body experience. His warm, lean body pressed against hers, their bodies soaked in sweat; she almost forgot how good sex between two people could be.
She felt Brett’s body tense up as he groaned as he slowed down and panted as he kissed Sabrina and rolled over onto his back. Spent, they took a moment to rest before Brett was ready to go again. Sabrina rode him until her body shook from ecstasy; Brett took her from behind, slapping her ass and gripping her hips; the sheer pleasure was out of this world. Finally, she was on her back, her legs on his shoulders, his firm, muscled body pressed against hers. He groaned as they reached their climax simultaneously. She held onto him when he tried to roll over. She liked him where he was, sweaty and smelling amazing.
“Sabrina,” Brett breathed against her naked chest.
“Yes?”
“Thanks for making met wait. It was totally worth it.”
Sabrina splayed her fingers over his damp bicep. “Totally.”
Listening to Brett’s breathing lull her to sleep, she glanced outside to the patio where it looked like the storm had passed and all was calm again.
Chapter Thirteen:
Out With the Old
Brett Deltour was the bomb hands down when it came down to pleasing a woman between the sheets; no matter how many times Sabrina replayed their night of passion over and over inside her head. The morning after was something like a dream when she woke up to the smell of something tasty in the distance. She went to the kitchen to see that Brett had whipped up a big breakfast for her and even made coffee, which Sabrina hardly ever drank, but it was the thought that counted, and amazed her at the same time.
“You did all this for me?” Sabrina asked as she sat down at the breakfast area and eyed the plate overflowing with breakfast food in front of her.
Brett smiled and said, “I sure did.” He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek and said, “I would love to sit and e
at with you but I have to head in to work early.”
Sabrina put on a sad face. “Can you spare ten minutes?”
He considered her words for a moment and said, “For you, I can spare twenty.” He laughed softly and added, “I’m the boss and I call all the shots.”
Sabrina giggled. “Get your sexy ass over here, boss man.”
After they devoured their breakfast and dressed, they headed their separate ways, promising to call each other once they were at their destinations. Sabrina headed off to work with a big smile on her face and no one could take it away from her. Not even Camille and her bitchy attitude could intervene with how amazing she was feeling.
“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Camille asked after Sabrina stepped off of the elevator and walked towards her office.
“Oh, nothing,” Sabrina said coolly, ignoring the weird look on Camille’s face as Sabrina continued to beam. “I’m just in a really good mood today.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” She looked Sabrina over and said, “You must be on a new diet…or maybe you’re on crack?”
Sabrina ignored the last comment. She was not in the mood for Camille’s bullshit. “Well, like I said, I’m in a really good mood.”
She turned onto her office, sat behind her desk and threw her feet up on the desk as if she was royalty.
Camille just continued to stare at her for a few minutes before walking and going to her own office.
Raquel strolled into her office, looking cheerful as always with a gigantic folder in her hand that she placed on Sabrina’s desk.
“Good morning, Miss Evans!” She eyed her appearance and said, “My, my. You’re looking chipper this morning.”
“Thanks for noticing, I guess.”
Raquel beamed. “So, you finally got laid?”
Sabrina bust out laughing. “Oh, my gosh, Raquel! Is it that obvious?”
“Yes, it is. I haven’t since you this happy since you started dating that guy.” She edged closer to Sabrina’s desk and quizzed, “So, how was it?”
Sabrina giggled and waved her off. “Sorry, but I don’t kiss and tell—you know its high school all over again around here.”
“Right. Well at least tell me some details. You know I would never spread any kind of rumors about you—no matter how much copying, filing and faxing I do for you on a daily basis.”
Sabrina chuckled and said, “Okay, okay. It was with Brett Deltour, the guy I’ve been telling you about, and Raquel, it was amazing! It was the kind of love making that makes your toes curl all the way until the very last minute. Like, earth-shattering sex you only read about in erotic books”
Raquel blushed and said, “Uh-oh, looks like Boss Lady is moving on—finally!”
Sabrina exploded with laughter. “Raquel, keep your voice down.” Sabrina laughed and added, “And I’ve been moved on, I was taking my sweet time.”
Raquel couldn’t stop laughing. She said, “Well, I’m not mad at that. But truthfully Sabrina, I’m so happy for you. You deserve to have a happily ever after. Speaking of which, isn’t Carl’s wedding coming up soon?”
“Yeah, it is. I’m, looking forward seeing that dumb look on his face. I’d be surprised if he doesn’t go into cardiac arrest when he sees me—the new me, that is.”
“Sounds good. But if you really want to make his jaw drop, you should do something drastic with your image. You know, spice it up a bit.”
Sabrina smiled. “You know what? I think I know exactly what you mean.”
Sabrina decided to leave work early and go home. She still hadn’t decided what she was going to do about her new image that she had in the back of her mind. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it for all the right reasons, even though it was nothing wrong with wanting to make an ex look jealous at his own wedding.
It wasn’t until a couple days had passed when she saw her favorite singer’s new video and the new short hairstyle she was rocking. Short hair was all the rage and just about everybody on TV was cutting their long locks and going for a short style. Sabrina didn’t think short hairstyles looked right on everybody. Camille for example tried to cut her hair like some female she saw in a hair salon magazine and not too long afterwards she was looking like a man in a dress. The only thing that made her look feminine was her fake breasts and big butt.
Sabrina loved her naturally-long hair, although weave came in and picked up where she lacked. She always wanted long hair like other females and tried every trick in the book to try to make her hair grow but nothing ever worked and she was stuck with the realization that not everyone is born with long hair.
Weave was her best friend. That she couldn’t even deny. Sabrina was in love with her weave because she didn’t buy the cheap stuff that some of the other girls she used to grow up with used to wear.
Sabrina had no problem with her obsession. Cosmetics were a major part of a woman’s life and she liked to look good, even if she had top sacrifice some things. The good thing about wearing weave was that it looked just like real hair and no one could tell it was naturally hers, unless they were looking too hard and saw the weave tracks.
She never had a problem with guys and her hair and was always sure to tie it up so it wouldn’t get in the way during the middle of lovemaking. Seldom did she ever have to tell a guy to keep his hands out of her hair because her hair was “delicate” and couldn’t take pulling and being touched on all night.
Once she got home she took a shower and sat in her bed with a novel under her nose until Brett called her out of the blue and asked if he could come over. Of course she obliged to the idea and found herself straightening up her bedroom and fixing her hair a little bit.
When he came over he brought a bottle of wine with him and a large pizza.
“Pizza and wine—how romantic,” Sabrina said sarcastically. “Must be every girl’s dream to find this at their doorstep.”
Brett cracked a smile. “You’re mean.”
“Bite me.”
“Just say where.”
Sabrina chuckled. “Bring your sexy self in here and I’ll tell you exactly where.” Sabrina stepped aside and allowed Brett to come inside.
She directed him to the kitchen and grabbed wine glasses and plates out of the cabinet. She damn near dropped the plates when he snuck up behind her, grabbed her around her waist and began sucking on her neck.
“Baby, you smell so good,” he said and went back to sucking on her neck like a vampire.
Sabrina closed her eyes and groaned, “Gosh that feels amazing…oh man.”
In the back of Sabrina’s mind, she knew there were only a matter of seconds away from fucking and if she didn’t have a better mind she would have let him fuck her right there in the kitchen. She restrained herself and pushed the thoughts aside just as Brett pulled back.
“There. All done,” he said, smiling from ear to ear.
Sabrina smiled as she grabbed the plates and walked them over to the dining room table.
After they sat down Sabrina grabbed the first piece and bit off a large piece.
Brett chuckled. “Damn, baby. When was the last time you ate? Two years ago?”
Sabrina had to put her slice of pizza down and wipe her mouth. Feeling some embarrassment for eating sloppy, she avoided his gaze and replied, “Sorry. I didn’t eat lunch today.”
“I’m just messing with you, Sabrina. You can eat however you want around me.”
“Um, okay,” Sabrina said quietly.
An awkward silence fell between them.
More silence.
Sabrina finished her second and last piece of pizza and asked Brett, “Uh, thanks for dinner.”
“No problem. Thanks for the company.”
“Dido,” Sabrina said as she got to her feet and started collecting the dishes and hauled them to the kitchen and dumped them into the sink.
“Need any help with the dishes?”
“No, thanks. I think I can handle two measly dishes.”
“Okay.”
Brett poured some wine into the glasses on the table and offered one to Sabrina once she was finished washing the dishes.
“So, what’s for dinner this weekend?” Brett asked as they sat on the sofa and sipped wine.
“Is that a trick question?”
“Not really,” Brett said coolly. “It depends on what your answer is.”
She waited a beat and said, “You know I suck at cooking.”
Brett chuckled at the look Sabrina gave him. Then he said, “I know, I know.” He sat his glass of wine on a coaster on the nearby table and said, “I was thinking that maybe you could come over to my place for once and let me cook dinner for you.”
She giggled at the romantic gesture and asked, “You want to cook for me?”
Brett’s eyes lit up. “Yes, I do.”
“How sweet of you,” Sabrina said and kissed him square on the lips. “I think that sounds like a great idea.”
He kissed her on her neck and said, “Sure does.”
Seconds later Sabrina was on top of Brett, kissing the hell out of him. They went at it non-stop for at least ten minutes with no problem until Brett’s roaming fingers continuously found themselves in her hair—which was a big no-no as far as she was concerned.
She tried to let it slide and pretend it wasn’t bothering her for the first few minutes but after that it became annoying and she had to put an end to it. So she gently grabbed his hands and pushed them aside from her hair, thinking he would take the hint and leave her hair alone. But no. He kept on doing it.
Sabrina pulled away from him and said, “Um, Brett, I have a favor to ask.”
“What’s that?”
“Can you please keep your hands out of my hair?”
He stared at her for a quick second. Then he smiled and said, “Sure.”
That said, they went back to smooching, which inevitably led them to end up in Sabrina’s bed making love that was anything but quiet. It was beyond wild and once it was over they cuddled up in silence. Then the problem came with Brett and his damn fingers.
“You hair is so soft,” he said as he tunneled her wavy hair between his fingers and lifting a handful to his nose for a sniff.
