Belong

by Jennifer Foor

  We bought lunch from a street vendor and ate in the park overlooking the Washington D.C. Monument. I’d been there more times than I’d like to count, but I swore this was the most beautiful I’d ever seen it. I pulled out my phone and captured a picture of the girls laughing together. Then I asked a gentlemen behind us to take one of the three of us. It was something I knew I’d cherish, even if I lost my way and was forced to return to the life I no longer wanted.

  Rachel was quiet as we drove back to the mansion. She stared out the window, or sent emails on her phone, pretending to be busy to avoid me at all costs. I understood why. She was keeping herself occupied to prevent from losing her shit in front of Harper, but mostly me.

  Harper fell asleep before we reached the house. I carried her inside and placed her on the couch in the great room, turning on cartoons for background noise.

  Rachel remained in the foyer, and for a second I thought she was about to leave.

  I rushed in and took both of her hands in mine. “Come upstairs with me.”

  “Why?” A hint of a smile formed on her face for only a second.

  “Because I need to make love to you. That’s why.”

  “What will it solve?”

  “If this is your way of saying goodbye to me, it’s not going to happen. If today is our last, I want you to always remember where you belong. Be with me. Love me one more time, Rach. I can’t let you go any other way.”

  "Okay," she said while slipping her arm under mine. "For as long as this lasts, I'll stay with you, because the idea of getting in my car and driving away is impossible to fathom."

  We ‎made our way to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us. Rachel shoved me toward the bed, unfastening her pants as she stepped. I watched her walk out of them while tugging my shirt over my head. Her palms flattened against my chest as she pushed me down on the mattress. I leaned on my elbows as we kissed, her body climbing on top of mine. She tasted like heaven, her lips soft and alluring. I sat up latching my fingers around the hem of her top, removing it easily. Already fully aroused, Rachel's hands gripped my cock still inside of my boxers. Her palms, soft and small, gradually moved, playing tug of war with my appendage.

  Her seductive kisses were addictive. I knew with little effort she'd have me begging her to slow down. Nothing was ever easy with Rachel, unless we were in bed, and then it felt like the most natural and earth shattering experience a person could have.

  We straddled each other‎, her tongue still teasing mine as we adjusted. Rachel massaged my balls, cupping them while I leaned her back to take in her erect brown nipples. With one hand I grazed my fingertips between them, dragging across her ribs, and then back up to circle over each tit. With each stroke her body trembled, shaking as if my touch was ice cold. I bit down on my lower lip and took her in, examining parts of her I'd been thinking about all day.

  As she continued to rock her hips‎ to the same rhythm her hand rubbed my dick, I let my own dive down between those sexy thighs to sample her warm, welcoming pussy.

  I drove a finger inside of her, my cock jerking as the excitement shot to new heights. Her wet sex forced me to remember how many times we'd fucked‎, opposed to serious love making. The more she moaned, the harder it was to do things at a gradual pace. I withdrew my fingers, slipping them over the skin of her abdomen, between her breasts, and finally over her mouth. They separated, allowing me to course mine against her tongue. I licked my own lips, remembering the way she tasted when I ate her pussy, the smoothness of her skin, the way she became soaked from the passionate way I ran my tongue over her clit, repeatedly. My hunger for her was increasing as I recalled it with vivid detail. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Rach. Move back on the pillow, I need to taste you.” I rubbed my facial stubble over her nipple, getting a rise out of Rachel as her body moved. My mouth opened and coaxed around her hardened tit, finally sucking it hard between my teeth. When I let go, a red marked was left where I’d done it.

  Rachel lifted her hands over her head, gripping the headboard. She was stretched for optimal viewing pleasure, and I took full advantage of it, backing up and letting my poignant eyes follow every inch of her. I reached off the side of the bed and fetched her pants, splitting the legs and tying them around her wrists. With her bound to the bed, I lightly ran my fingertips over her lips, down her chest, all the way to her delicious pussy. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this to belong to me.”

  “It’s yours.”

  “Say it again, babe.”

  “It’s yours. Please. It’s all yours.”

  I liked it when she struggled. Her eyes were heavy, and the little squeals were enough to drive a man mad. I wanted to kick it up a notch, because I knew Harper would be napping for a while. It wasn’t every day that she tired herself out so much.

  With Rachel restrained to the slats in my headboard, I scooted off the bed and pulled a pair of trouser socks out of my dresser, tugging on one to stretch it out some more. Rachel gave me a inquisitive stare. “Now what are you doing?”

  I made my way back to hover over her naked, ravishing body. “Close your eyes and trust me.”

  I didn’t tie it behind her head since I was certain the knot would be uncomfortable. Rachel needed to be relaxed to absorb all the benefits. After tucking it between her head and the pillow, I waved my hands around to make sure she couldn’t see. I got up again, but this time it was to fetch something I could use to tease her.

  The first thing that came into view was a tassel hanging on a desk lamp from my college class. I chuckled as I walked over and grabbed it, running my hand through the strands. I’d always wondered what the hell I’d use it for except to collect dust. Now, nearly twelve years later, I had the perfect reason.

  When I got back on the mattress this time I moved like a predator, scoping out my prey starting at her weakest point. Her legs were moving around, so I realized I needed to tend to them first. I latched my palm over one of her ankles. Her mouth opened as if she were startled that’s where I’d begin.

  Slowly, just barely enough to graze, I drug the tassel across her toes. She wiggled her foot around. “That tickles. What is it?”

  “Relax and enjoy it. As long as it gets you off, it shouldn’t matter what it is. Let’s just say for shits and giggles that I’m putting my education to use.”

  An air-filled laugh escaped her sweet lips while I continued up her leg, making it to her knee without much of a reaction.

  Then I got comfortable, positioned to camp out between her long legs. The tassel circled above her labia in a hypnotic rhythm. I watched as her pussy contracted the instant the tiny shreds made contact. The material traveled down, tickling the lowest part of her ass. When she tightened up I knew I needed to continue the game.

  With her hands above her head, but not tight enough to cause discomfort, I flipped her body over, massaging both cheeks before adjusting my body for optimal viewing pleasure.

  The tassel dangled, running up the crack of her ass. Her muscles reacted, resisting the intrusion at first. As I continued she began to relax. Her tight ass loosened, her legs spreading apart. Elicited cries resonated from above, though I was too concentrated to respond.

  All I wanted was to give this woman the utmost satisfaction. I didn’t want her weak, it was quite the opposite. She needed more reasons to fight for us, for our love. The struggles we were about to endure would bring us closer than ever, if she’d only let them.

  I smacked her ass lightly, using my strength to lift it in the air. Her knees bent, giving me ample space to work from her crack to her slick, gaping pussy.

  My mouth came down to kiss over it, sledging deep into her channel with my tongue. My hands continued to massage her round cheeks, spreading her further apart for better maneuvering.

  I thumbed her asshole, finally needing to flip her back around and feast until the hunger was satiated.

  It probed around her clit, racing laps in a circular pattern. Rachel’s body reacte
d, arching and forcing me to go at it harder and faster. She was succumbing to an epic high, losing herself in an exquisite orgasm.

  Feeling as if I’d conquered my first task, I ran my whiskers over her spent pussy, my engorged dick pulsating like a heartbeat. Her pheromones sent me over the edge, my only option to take her right then. Rachel’s eyes, exposed from her turning, narrowed in on my face approaching hers. Our lips smashed together, her tongue licking off the remnants of her beautiful release.

  With insatiable force I plowed inside of her oozing channel, falling victim to the utter pleasure I got from her tight walls collapsing around me. She was coming again, losing it while I thrust faster. Our pace was unhinged, never meeting in a harmonious rhythm. Her clit slapped against my skin as we fucked, hard and rough. Then I felt it, right at the tip, a release to fill her to the brim. I lost it, imagining my load crippling her from the inside out.

  My body trembled as I came to a halt overtop of her. Our mouths never parted. “That will never get old.”

  “Chad,” she whispered against my lips. I noticed tears falling out of each eye. “I don’t want to lose you again. I love you so much it’s tearing me apart.”

  “We’ll figure it out. This can’t be a temporary affair, not this time. I won’t let it.”

  “Just promise me whatever happens you’ll tell me the truth.”

  “Always.” When I said it I meant it.

  Chapter 22

  Control.

  It's a literal word, a powerful weapon that allows us to have what we want and need in life. It's also the thing that breaks us when we've reached the point of no return.

  I'd given myself to Chad, in body and soul. I'd stopped fighting my heart and let myself fall, because I knew it was one of the only things I'd never been in control of. Coming down from that sort of high was like a truck driving straight into a brick wall. There was no possibility of surviving, at least not to be the person I was before.

  In a matter of days my life had become a travesty. I was desperate, grasping at straws to discover the road to resolution. How could I have him? How could we run away and leave the past behind us? How would we get through this latest locked gate?

  Control. I needed it; to be able to handle it, to ensure I got the results I yearned for.

  Until we knew what Chad's wife was up to, if her pregnancy was in fact real, we were stuck in a limbo state, afraid it would all come crashing down on us.

  We lie naked in his bed, our bodies tangled together‎.

  Was I hallucinating? Was this the man I'd waited so long to be with again, or was I having a terrible nightmare; one that would never warrant a happy ending.

  “What are you thinking about, Rach?” Chad asked while lacing our fingers together.

  I adjusted my body, resting my head on his broad chest. “I should probably head home soon. I can’t keep buying clothes. It’s important I stop by the office and pick up some paperwork.”

  He sat up. “After what we just did you want to leave?”

  “Well, I don’t want to leave, but we both have things to do, you especially. We can’t tiptoe around this, Chad. I like knowing things.”

  He nodded. “You’re right. I keep thinking it’s not real, but that would be too easy. I need to find out where Veronica is staying, and what she’s up to. It can’t be anything good.”

  I reached up and kissed him slowly. “If she’s still in town you should have her come over to speak to her in person. You have my number. It’s always been the same. Just call me when you know something.”

  “You won’t be back later?”

  I smiled. “Do you want me to come back?”

  He dug his hand in my hair and pulled my lips to press over his. When he backed away, I could barely keep my composure. Unlike Chad, I didn’t need a long break in between sexual encounters. I was ready and willing to be with him again. “Of course. I can’t force you to stay, but I wouldn’t mind it if you were here when Veronica comes. I’m not afraid of her. She’s been fucking her doctor friend for months. I think I deserve to do whatever the hell I want.”

  “You saw how she reacted at the funeral. This would set her over the edge, and I don’t want to be responsible for that if she’s carrying your child.”

  “Don’t even say it. It’s got to be a lie, some fabricated story to get under my skin. I don’t know why she thinks I’d want to come home and play house with someone I don’t want to be with. I’m tired of lying to myself. This is what I want; a life with you and Harper. Is it wrong for me think it can happen?”

  “No. It’s not wrong.”

  “Then promise to come back tonight. Let’s do this together. Be with me like you agreed to last night.”

  “I’m going to. I promise.”

  I started climbing out of the bed, gathering my clothes that had been strewn throughout the area.

  As much as I hated the idea of it, Chad agreed to take me down the road to fetch my car, so I could go home and get some things accomplished. In all honesty, I think he knew I needed some space. In spite of how quickly I'd ended up in his bed, I did want to move slow, at least where Harper came into play. She was a fragile little girl‎, vulnerable to what she witnessed. It was bad enough her parents were probably going to be involved in an ugly divorce, but I felt somewhat responsible.

  ‎Since we had to wait for Harper to wake up from her nap, Chad and I took a quick shower. Being close to him without clothes was impossible to ignore. He took me from behind after rinsing the shampoo from my hair. ‎Unlike our first encounter, slow and full of emotion, this sex was unhinged, ravenous even.

  Being a good lover was only one of Chad's amazing skills. I'd yet to find something about him I didn't like. My inability to say no to him had taken us down a road we knew too well. I'd been a fool to assume I could withstand his advances. Now I had to prepare for the letdown, because I knew it was coming.

  Chad didn't say much when he drove me to my vehicle. The long private road to the estate seemed shorter because I knew we were about to part. With Harper in the vehicle, I could hardly give him the kind of goodbye I would have liked to. He climbed out and walked me to the car, wrapping his arms around me in a friendly hug. His lips perused my earlobe as he spoke. "Don't keep me waiting. I'll leave the lock open for you to return. I love you."

  I looked him straight in the eyes as I replied. "I love you too. I'll see you soon."

  I don't think the door had closed before I lost it. Chad pulled away, leaving me sitting there to pout alone. ‎Maybe I should have trusted he'd handle it, but something told me I'd be spending the night alone. I couldn't explain how I knew. Beneath the beauty of our new chance at love, I knew there was a war brewing, and it wouldn't end without casualties, my heart being the first.

  It took me forty-five minutes to make it back to my house, and in that time I’d already received two messages from Chad. The first was telling me he missed me already, and the second was a message begging me to turn around and come back.

  As much as I wouldn’t have liked to, I didn’t physically have it in me. Being with Chad was exciting. I’d stop using my head and gotten caught up in the moment.

  Once inside of my quiet home, I kicked off my shoes and found my way into the living room. Surrounding me, on every wall, were memories of my life with Grayson. Thinking about betraying him hurt me, but finally, after two years of living alone, I felt like he’d want me to be happy. I hadn’t been unfaithful to my husband once our separation was over. When Chad left me that was it. We didn’t sneak around seeing each other, and I certainly hadn’t called him after Grayson’s death. We’d come together because of Charles and nothing else. What I hadn’t known when I walked into that hospital room was how my life would change in a matter of days. I’d assumed I’d could handle seeing him again, and be able to know when to walk away.

  Chapter 23

  As soon as Rachel left I felt incomplete. I couldn’t begin to show my emotions around Harper, especially considering I
still had more drama to deal with where her mother was concerned.

  While anticipating an ugly conversation, I was also incredulously worried about the outcome. Veronica was known for lying, or at least exaggerating the truth, but I doubted she’d lie about a child. That was the one thing precious to her.

  Gracie showed up as I was preparing to reach out to Veronica. She brought her grandchild, Trevor, along to play with Harper. They hit it off immediately, so I felt comfortable closing the office door to make sure I wasn’t overheard.

  During the length of my marriage I’d been understanding. While I waited for my wife to pick up her phone I knew she was about to get a taste of the man she’d made me become.

  “I was wondering when I’d hear from you. Are you enjoying your freedom? From what I hear, you’re making up for lost time.”

  “I don’t know where you’re getting your information from, not that it’s any of your business. Where are you? We need to talk, Veronica.”

  “We are talking.”

  “Face to face.”

  “That’s not possible unless you’re coming home,” she rudely stated.

  “I know for a fact you’re still in D.C. or somewhere nearby. There’s no use lying. Just tell me what five star hotel you chose and I’ll come to you.”

  The line was silent.

  “Veronica. I know you hear me. Where the hell are you?”

  “I’m not at a hotel. I’ve been staying with Gracie. When you told me to leave she was kind enough to offer her home to me, seeing as I was replaced so quickly.”

  “What? She wouldn’t.” Then it hit me. “Unless you told her something to make her feel sorry for you.” I could barely manage to keep my composure. “You need to come here now. I’m not messing around. This shit is going to get settled tonight, and then your ass will be on the next plane out of here. I’m tired of your damn lies.”

  “Fine. I’ll come to you, on one condition.”