Nomad

by Sam Crescent

  “I’m sorry.”

  Closing her eyes, she counted to ten before turning to him. The electricity from his touch took her breath away.

  “If you’re going to leave, then simply leave. Do not string me along making this out to be my fault. I own an apartment. I work at a bar, regularly, and I go to college. I’m more stable than you, and yet it’s my fault.” She shook her head, biting her lip.

  Her vision became blurry as the tears started to mask her sight.

  “Sandy, baby, please don’t cry.” He stroked her cheek, and she had to fight to stop the tears from falling.

  “Don’t touch me.” She pushed his hand away, opening her apartment door. Charging for the bathroom, she slammed the door closed. In the distance she heard him slamming the door closed and following behind her.

  “Sandy, where are you?”

  Taking several deep breaths, she tried to calm the pain inside her.

  He doesn’t mean anything. This is just sex.

  When her parents discovered her threesome and kicked her out, she wasn’t upset. Over the years she’d not cried over never seeing her family. They’d been controlling in ways she despised, and yet the thought of losing Cole was more devastating than anything she’d ever encountered. Pressing hands to her eyes, she felt the wetness of her tears.

  No, you’re not going to do this.

  Stay calm. It will all be over soon. This is not love. It can’t be.

  It is.

  Shaking her head, she stared ahead of her at the door. “I love him.” Sandy spoke the words quietly testing them on her lips. They didn’t feel strange or weird to her. The words actually felt right to her.

  “Sandy, open this door.”

  “I thought you were leaving.” The tears dripped down her cheeks.

  “I can’t leave. Not yet.”

  Getting to her feet, she opened the door for him to see the pain she was in. “I do not know what’s going on with me. I can’t stop this, and I would like for you to stop blaming me for what you’re going through.”

  He cupped her cheeks between his large palms. The heat of him did little to soothe her.

  “I’m sorry.”

  The words were not enough, and yet for now she was happy with them. Gripping the leather of his jacket, she pulled him into the bathroom. Pushing the jacket from his shoulders, she tore at his shirt. If he wasn’t sticking around, she’d still enjoy the feel of him surrounding her. His rock hard muscles, the tight abs, the strength vibrating out of him, surrounding her, leaving her feeling protected.

  “Sandy?”

  “No, no more talking. You can do whatever the hell you want to do tomorrow, but I’ve still got one night, and I’m going to take it. Shut the fuck up and stop spoiling my fun, or I won’t give you anything tonight and you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what you could have tonight.” She pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “No more talking, just feel.”

  He pushed the shirt she wore from her shoulder then removed her bra. Wriggling out of her jeans, she pushed them down as he finished with his own. She switched the shower on, testing the heat of the water. Cole wrapped his arms around her body, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. One hand delved to her pussy, sliding fingers into her core.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. I can’t wait to lick the cream.”

  Suddenly, he was on the floor, opening her legs. She looked down to see his mouth seconds before he sucked her clit into his mouth. Crying out, she griped the edge of the stall as the pleasure intensified.

  “Please, I need you inside me,” she said, begging.

  “Not until I’m ready.” He pressed two fingers inside her, spreading them open. Moaning, she pressed her head to her hand as the pleasure only intensified. With his other hand, he stroked her anus at the same time as he thrust his fingers inside her. The three sensations were amazing. His mouth, the fingers inside her, and then his touch on her ass were amazing.

  She held onto the door of the shower with all of her might to try to keep herself up. There was no way she could stem the pleasure. His mouth was wicked and should come with a warning. He continued to lick and suck at her pussy, swallowing down her cream.

  Glancing down she watched his tongue flick over her clit then circle it before he sucked the nub all the way into his mouth. Biting into her lip she tried to hold her screams in for as long as possible.

  “Come for me, Sandy. Give it all to me.”

  You’ve got everything, Cole. I love you. What more do you want?

  ****

  The turmoil inside her was clear to him. Cole felt exactly the same. He couldn’t think about the pleasure or the pain of what he was going to do. Nothing could stop him from leaving tomorrow night. Before he left, he wanted to experience one night of extreme pleasure. He was a nomad, and living on the streets driving from place to place he needed to have some memories to take with him.

  There was no way for him to survive the coming months without one last memory of her cries. Licking her pussy, he watched his fingers, slick with her cream, sliding inside her easily. She took the finger he gave her into her ass, and her screams went straight to his cock.

  Pressing a finger in her ass, he relished her startled moan along with the tensing of her body.

  Don’t leave her.

  No, he had to leave her. Staying would only hurt her by prolonging their time together. He wasn’t going to be cruel and hurt her in such a way.

  “Give me that cream, baby. Come on, come all over my fingers.” He was going to swallow every drop of her cream and relish the taste.

  “Cole,” she said his name on a whimper.

  Tonguing her clit, he felt her pussy clench around his fingers. The ripple of her pussy and her orgasm spilled over his fingers. He plunged his fingers in and out of her.

  She whimpered, and he licked the cream leaking out of her core. When she could take no more, he removed his fingers and licked the cream off. Opening up the shower door, he helped her inside, closing the door behind him.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, shaking.

  “For tonight, you’re not going to get rid of me. You’re going to have to live with the fact I’m staying here, and you’re not getting away with what I want.”

  “It’s always about what you want. I can’t handle what you want anymore.”

  He wiped the tears spilling from her eyes. “I bet you didn’t even cry when your parents kicked you out, did you?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “If I can make you cry with you knowing me a week, how do you think you’re going to be if we make this last longer?” he asked.

  The sight of her tears was killing him. He didn’t want to be the cause of her pain.

  “I love you.” The words were a whisper as they came from her lips. She was glaring at him as she said them. Her lips wobbled, and he wrapped his arms around her.

  “I love you, too.”

  Sandy tensed, but neither of them disputed their feelings.

  He grabbed the soap and the sponge. Lathering up the sponge he took his time to wash every inch of her body. He memorized the flawless skin, the plump flesh, the curves he loved to feel against his own body. Cole wished he had a camera that could keep her whole person in this moment.

  Instead, he stroked her as he cleaned her, wishing with all of his heart he was someone else, someone she deserved rather than someone who didn’t deserve her.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Stop saying that. If you don’t mean the words then it has no meaning.”

  “You’ve got no idea how much I mean them. I love you, and I’m sorry that I hurt you. You’re a strong woman, and I hate to see you like this.” He tilted her head back, kissing her lips. She moaned, closing her eyes as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.

  “It doesn’t matter anymore. Whatever you do is going to hurt me.” She sank her fingers into his hair, tugging on the length. “The least you can do
is make me scream in pleasure one final time.”

  She slammed her lips down on his. Cole braced himself against the wall, drawing her between his thighs.

  “Fuck, some guy is going to be so lucky to have you.”

  It was the wrong thing to say. Sandy jerked back, glaring at him.

  “You’re one fucking asshole.” She drew back her hand and slammed her palm against his cheek. The pain was instant and deserved.

  Without waiting for him to respond she left the shower, and he watched her grab a towel heading into the bedroom. What he’d said was the worst thing in the world.

  Turning off the water, he entered the bedroom to find her sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked small, fragile as she stared in front of her.

  “I’ve never been in love with anyone. I’ve never made love as I’ve never wanted to. I don’t know why I’m saying this, but I think you need to know that.”

  Dropping the towel, he knew what he wanted to do. Taking her hands, he tugged her to her feet.

  “I know how to make love, and I can make it worth your while.”

  She bit her lip, nodding her head.

  He pushed the towel down her body, loving the flush of her breasts. Bending down, he took one hardened bud between his lips, sucking on the flesh. She moaned and grabbed his head, holding him in place.

  Running a hand down her body, he cupped her pussy. In slow movements, he urged her onto the bed, sliding her back until she lay against the plush pillows. Settling between her thighs, he rubbed his naked cock through her slit.

  If there was something he could give her, it was pleasure.

  “Open your thighs, wide,” he said.

  She slid open her thighs, and he reached for a condom. Tearing into the packet, he removed the rubber, leaning back to slide it over his erection.

  He coated the tip in her cream, watching her eyes widen as he bumped her clit over and over.

  Her body shook beneath him, and only when she was close to orgasm did he slide into her warm, tight cunt.

  “Cole?”

  “I know. Feel me, Sandy. I’m going to make love to you and show you what it means to be possessed completely by me.” He took hold of her hands, placing them beside her head as he filled her core. The heat of her surrounded his cock.

  Leaning down, he took possession of her lips, moaning as she gave him access to her mouth. Stroking her lip, he met her tongue with his, tasting her. Pulling out of her warmth, he thrust back inside her, crying out at the intense sensation that swamped him.

  “I love you, Sandy. No one else will ever come close to the kind of love I feel for you.” He whispered the words against her ear, plunging in and out, never letting go of her.

  She held him tightly. The snug heat of her sex felt like home, and part of him didn’t want to ever leave her.

  If you don’t go, you’ll regret it.

  Shutting off all the other thoughts, he thrust inside her, making love.

  “Please, Cole, please,” he said.

  “I know.” Reaching down, he fingered her clit, bringing her to orgasm. Within seconds she screamed, and he swallowed those screams down by kissing her.

  Thrusting inside her one final time, Cole growled. The orgasm was mind-shattering, and he knew it would be the last he ever felt again.

  Collapsing over her, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Sandy cried, and throughout it all, he never once let her go. He kissed her head, murmuring to her as she broke apart. Inside, he shattered at what he was going to do.

  All too soon Sandy fell asleep in his arms.

  Cole let the tears fall knowing she wouldn’t ever know that he cried. Pulling out from under her, he settled her back into bed with the blankets wrapped around her body.

  “I love you, Sandy. Never ever forget that.”

  He stopped at the thought of another man touching her, taking what was his.

  Move, get your ass out of there, now.

  Turning away, he grabbed the jeans from the bathroom floor. Once he was done, he left a letter and placed it back on the pillow beside her head. For another split second he was tempted to stay, but he stopped. Nothing good would ever come from him staying. In time he’d come to hate her, and she’d come to resent him.

  Letting out a breath, he left the room, closing the door silently behind him. Climbing onto his bike, Cole felt like the worst kind of bastard in the world. What kind of man ran from a woman like Sandy?

  Cowardly. It was the only way to describe his actions.

  Tears falling, Cole gunned the engine of his bike and took off without looking back.

  Chapter Nine

  Stretching out her arms, Sandy looked toward the window in her bedroom to see the rain pouring down the windows. For the past few days she’d not given the weather much of a thought. If it rained she couldn’t recall. All she could remember was the feel of Cole beside her. Reaching out, she felt his side of the bed cold to the touch.

  “Cole?” She called out his name in the hope of hearing him respond. Nothing.

  Turning over, she saw the envelope on the bed, and dread filled every corner of her soul. Picking up the white envelope she knew he’d used the ones from her own set of stationary.

  Licking her lips, she tucked some hair behind her ear before sitting up in bed. Turning the white crisp envelope in her hands she wondered what he could have said. The eerie silence was the biggest sign for her that he’d gone. He’d been in and out of her life like a fleeting whirlwind.

  Hands shaking, heart breaking, she pulled out the single white sheet.

  Sandy,

  As you read this I know you’re going to be pissed. You have my heart, and because of how much I love you, I’m walking away. This is for the best. You’ll see. In time you will see how much you hate me. I’m walking away before that can happen. This past week has been unlike anything in my life. You are truly special. I thought so when I saw you wiping your hands after serving every customer. I will take our memoires with me always. Live your life and love. I will never find anyone as good as you.

  All my love,

  Nomad. (Cole)

  His name was scrawled in brackets as if she hadn’t come to know him like that. When she dropped the letter onto her lap, the tears started to fall. She missed her morning classes, and the classes went into the afternoon. Getting up out of bed was a struggle, but she got moving by going to the fridge and getting a whole load of chocolate ice-cream. The pain in her chest was unbearable, and she couldn’t see it stopping any time soon. Her phone rang, and she left it for the answering machine to pick up.

  Wrapping her arms around her body she stared at the television hoping for these feelings to disappear. Never before in her life had she been in this much pain because of someone leaving her. Cole had come into her life, turned it upside down, and left just as quickly, only this time he was taking a part of her with him. Wiping under her eyes, she stared out of the window and saw the sun going down.

  Banging on her apartment door interrupted her thoughts. Biting her lip, she did her best to ignore whoever was out there.

  “Sandy, open the door,” Rick said.

  Closing her eyes, she counted to ten, wiped her eyes, and climbed off the sofa.

  “I’m not feeling well today. I’m not going to make it into work.”

  “Don’t give us that crap, babe. Let us in.” This time Trey shouted.

  They wouldn’t go away until she let them enter her domain. Running fingers through her hair, she winced as she caught a knot.

  Don’t let them in.

  Grabbing the door handle, she wrenched it open to see her two bosses standing in the doorway.

  “Hey, honey, you look like crap.” Rick moved in, tugging her into his arms.

  The moment she was in his arms, she broke apart, sobbing against his chest. “I’m in love with him, and he’s gone. Cole is never coming back.”

  They moved her back into the apartment. Both of the brothers sat either side of he
r as she cried against them. Rick and Trey were her bosses, but in that moment they were her shoulders to cry on.

  “It’s got nothing to do with you. Cole’s an asshole. He doesn’t know a great thing when he’s got it.”

  She wiped the tears from her eyes and stared at the television. “You’re going to be late for work.”

  “The bar can close tonight. I’d rather be with you than be at the bar worrying about you.” Rick pushed some hair off her face.

  “Then I go into work.” She jumped up off the sofa. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.” Charging into the bathroom, she ignored her reflection and turned on the shower. After a quick wash, she dressed in jeans and a shirt, binding her hair above her head.

  You can do this. Cole is not special.

  The words were all lies, and she didn’t believe a word she said. Entering the bar twenty minutes later, Sandy pushed herself into her work. Rick and Trey stayed close by her side for the entire night. She didn’t mind their comforting presence. If anyone said anything she was going to fall apart.

  They took the female customers while she dealt with the male ones. She had several offers of marriage from drunken men, which she refused. All the time she kept looking at the door to the bar, hoping with all of her might that he’d come in. By the end of the shift she was close to falling apart again. Trey walked her home even though Rick wanted her to stay with them. The kiss they shared was still with her, and she didn’t want him getting the wrong impression. With Cole out of the picture she wasn’t going to start jumping them. Neither man inspired anything other than friendship within her, and that’s how it was going to stay.

  At the door to her apartment, Trey stopped her with a hand on her arm.

  “He’s an asshole for leaving you,” he said.

  “It doesn’t matter what he is. He’s still gone, and I’m never going to see him again. He’s a nomad, Trey.” She shrugged. “It was fun while it lasted.”

  “Rick and I would never do this to you.”

  She let out a sigh. “I love you and Rick but as friends not as anything more.” Sandy cupped his cheek. “Thank you for walking me home. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”