I was a little apprehensive setting her up with someone I had never even seen before. Truth be told Brea was pretty damn superficial and I knew that if she did not like what she saw then she would completely check out on me. Getting to know Brea over the last few weeks Julian fully registered the words and pulled up his friends Facebook page. Not only was he gorgeous but his name was Jonathan, a little tidbit of information I had left out when I asked her about dinner. Operation “Get Brea the Hell Out of Our Hair” was well under way.
“Seven o’clock.”
“What? Fucking hell Jem, that’s in like, two freakin’ hours!”
I could have sworn I told her already but Brea had a tendency to forget little tidbits like time. Especially when she was nervous and did not really want to participate in an event at the said time, if ever. It took me half a day to convince her to go on the blind date which she only agreed to after I threatened her with sex.
“Brea, if you don’t come with us I fear we won’t be able to keep our hands off of each other. You have been working so hard at keeping my panties on, I would just hate to have to take them off because you were not around to cock block Julian.”
The fact that she found me even remotely serious was hilarious. Julian and I were adults and as adults we were more than capable of controlling our desire to...oh never mind, who was I kidding? I needed Brea on this date as much as she thought I did. What was I going to do if she and Jonathan actually hit it off?
An hour and a half later I was ready to go. I sat down in the living room watching Brea, who ran around the apartment with one shoe frantically searching for its mate.
“Brea, you seriously need to chill out.” I yelled.
“Ugh! Don’t tell me to chill out. Not when you got me into this mess in the first place. Now can you kindly get up off that quarter bouncing ass of yours and help me find my other Steve Madden pump.”
I laughed “You mean this one?”
I pulled her shoe out from behind my back teasingly dangling it by the heel. She rolled her eyes at me and limped my way snatching the shoe out of my hand.
“Haha, very funny. You laugh but I haven’t had sex in a month, you set me up with a photograph, a hot photograph but a photograph none the less and I am going out with said photograph a raging hot mess of fiery loins and achy tits, dying to be fondled.”
I continued to laugh at the thought of her dragging poor Jonathan off to the bedroom the moment he stepped through the door.
“Awww, Bre Bre, has John Dong run out of batteries?”
She threw a couch pillow at me, I ducked and the side lamp went crashing to the floor as the doorbell rang and Julian came racing through the door like his ass was on fire. His face looked ready for a brawl, and Brea and I burst out laughing.
“What the hell was that noise?” Julian shouted.
And then in strolled Jonathan just as cool and collected as they came. The moment Brea caught sight of him she stopped laughing and began to choke.
I loved Julian but I would have been blind not to notice that Jonathan was a sight for sore eyes. He was a little bit shorter than Julian but not by much with olive skin, sun-touched eyes, full lusciously pink lips, a body to die for and a bulge in his pants that could be seen from a mile away. He was clearly a commando kind of guy and I could see on Brea’s face that not only did she notice but she didn’t care one bit.
It took a moment for Brea to register that Julian was trying to get her attention. Within moments of starting the choking had stopped and she turned into a gaping lunatic. I had never seen Brea react in such a way to a man before and it was interesting yet completely hilarious to see my best friend off of her game.
“Earth to Brea,” Julian said making a knocking gesture on her head instantly bringing her back to reality.
“Ow, you asshole!” she cried.
“Welcome back!” Julian laughed, taking her by the arm, leading her in the direction of an overly amused Jonathan.
“Brea Johnson meet Jonathan Briggs. Jonathan, Brea.”
Jonathan offered Brea her hand which she handed him without a moment’s thought.
“Damn Ford, you did not tell me she was a Goddess. Nice to meet you, beautiful.” Jonathan playfully exclaimed.
Jonathan held her fingers and planted kisses on the tips of her fingernails. I watched a long hard chill race down Brea’s arm across her bare back and down her right leg. All I could think of as Julian met my smiling face was “Set, match!” With any luck, tonight I would at least be able to kiss the man of my dreams without her breathing down my neck. I know she was just being the best friend she could be but there is such a thing as going too far.
“You look beautiful tonight sweetheart” whispered Julian into my ear as he cuddled up to me in the back seat. And I agree I did. I finally got around to wearing the strapless little black dress that I had planned on wearing weeks before. It was paper thin with a tight fitted underskirt, had a small hole cut into the area just below the middle of my breasts, the tiniest of neck straps and a wide shimmering belt that accentuated my bosom and rounded out my ass.
Julian figured it would cut a little bit of the sexual tension between Jonathan and Brea if Jonathan drove. Especially since I chose to be a bad friend and opted to sit with my man instead of next to her. He looked incredible enough to eat in his black pin striped double breasted suit and the closeness gave me the perfect excuse to accidentally rub my hand up against his crotch.
“You aren’t playing fair, my love.”
I looked at Julian innocently and leaned into his ear. “It was an accident and I didn’t realize we were playing a game. Does this game require panties because I am afraid I am not wearing any?”
I breathed out into his ear teasingly and then crossed my legs toward him, being extra careful to open my knees just a little too wide for my own good. With each movement of my body I watched Julian. His mouth was tight, his jaw twitched and his hands were squeezing his knees for dear life. I knew he could see every single underhanded card I played but he held his composure and kept his eyes in front of him not touching me again until he took my hand to lead me out of the truck.
I know I am playing with fire but all I can do is play so I might as well live it up. When our time is up I want him on his knees begging to have all of me. Julian thrilled me like nobody ever had before, I felt free and adventurous, I was alive for the first time in my life.
The Driskall Grill was beautiful and unlike any place I had ever been to before. I loved Brandon but he was more of a burger and fries kind of guy, not that there was much else in Taylor. Chili’s down the road in Hutto was about the extent of the area’s culinary offerings. The restaurant was situated inside a luxurious hotel on Austin’s infamous sixth street bar scene. It was dark and cozy with elegant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The waiters were exceptionally attentive and the food was something you would find at a restaurant in Paris not the middle of Texas. It was so artistically displayed that I was almost too afraid to eat it.
“Only the best for my girl” piped Julian.
I was his girl. I sometimes think about what Brandon had said to me when I called him in New York to set things right. He had been explaining to me that he could see how much I cared for Julian, no, how much he saw I loved Julian.
“…maybe all this time she had no heart to give and I just never fuckin noticed.”
Those words had not really sunk in until a few days after the conversation. I was so busy hating myself for hurting Brandon all over again that I didn’t fully register everything that had been said. But one night, after Julian had left the apartment Brea took a step back and told me that I looked like I was home when I was buried up in Julian’s arms.
“I haven’t ever seen you look like that before. It’s kind of like when you have been away from home for a while and you climb back into that old recliner, a recliner so comfortable that you would end up drifting to sleep in the middle of the best book of your life. You know the second
that you hit that recliner that you are home, that you are safe. Julian is like your old recliner.”
It was a strange way to put it but I fully understood what she was saying. Julian was my old recliner, he didn’t just comfort me but instead he healed the ache that had been pulsating in my heart since I was a little girl. He was my familiar, he was my family and yes, he was my home.
This was when I really and truly began to think about Brandon’s implications. The fact was that I had spent my life knowing Julian was out there somewhere and somehow I clung to his memory like a life line. I had lost something deep inside of me the day my brother died, even more so when my mother and father were taken from me. To keep from losing all of me, I gave my heart to Julian without even realizing it, hoping and praying he would bring it back to me along with the innocence that Ignacio Hernandez had stolen from me so long ago. Brandon was right, I had no heart left in me to return the love that he so willingly and freely gave to me. It was Julian’s, it had always been Julian’s.
Chapter Twelve
Julian
Damn this woman! I wanted her to know that she was mine without any doubts from either one of us. That she had become mine because she was in love with me not because she needed a good roll in the sack to heal her heartbreak. But she was making it really hard for me not to bend her over backwards and take her sexy perfectly sculpted ass anywhere and everywhere.
Her little show in the truck had set my pants ablaze. It wasn’t just the fact that I now knew I was going to have to make it through dinner fully aware that her sweetness was completely naked but because I knew just how wet she was for me. The scent of her boiling heat burned itself into my senses as she crossed her legs making my dick instantly hard with the assault.
It took everything in me not to play out the image of falling to my knees and burying my head between those pretty little legs. If it were not for that damn doctor I would have done just that, be damned the two people in the front seat. She was all that I wanted and thanks to her games I could not think of anything but my tongue putting out the fire that no doubt flamed inside of her delicate folds. Her games were going to be the death of me if I didn’t pull myself together. I decided that I was not going to allow her the satisfaction of seeing my desperation.
Instead I focused on the rear view mirror where I could see, judging by the expression staring back at me, that Jonathan had watched every second of Jemma’s show. I also knew that he knew that she had absolutely nothing on underneath the rather short dress she insisted on wearing this evening. My fists clenched up around my knees and all I wanted to do, best friend or not, was knock that crooked little smile off of his face.
To make matters worse Jemma felt inclined to run her bare foot up and down the length of my calf all through dinner. I was also fully aware at the careful way she placed each bite of food in her mouth, softly moaning with desire at each taste. Inside I was squirming but on the outside I help up my end of the conversation with the rest of the table.
As much as I wanted her, as much as I wanted everything she was doing to me, it was starting to piss me off because there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
“Can you excuse us for a moment?”
I had to end this game right now or I wasn’t going to last the rest of the night. I grabbed Jemma by the arm and she jumped up with an “oh” as I led her out of the restaurant in search of someplace more private.
“Where are we going Julian?” She asked innocently as if she had not been toying with me all evening but I ignored her and made my way through the crowd ducking into an empty banquet room. After closing the door behind me I whipped her around and carefully pushed her into it pinning her in place with my arms.
“What are you...” I buried my lips into hers cutting her off before she could ask the question she was fully aware of the answer to. Our kiss deepened and I moved my hand between her legs over the thin piece of fabric keeping the world at bay, cupping her heat just hard enough to feel her desire seeping through the dress. My shaft twitched at the low simultaneous growl that escaped her lips upon my touch. I knew as much as she had been torturing me it was torture for her as well.
“You have to stop this sweetheart. You are driving me crazy.” I whispered into the nape of her neck kissing the burn that my breath had caused.
“I don’t want to, please take me Julian. I don’t care about the stupid deal I made with Dr. Schneider.” she cried.
“Well I do care. Close your eyes Jemma.” She did as I said. “Listen to me very carefully.”
She nodded as the grip between her legs got tighter.
“My dick is hard for you.” I flipped her around facing the door, never once moving my hand from the position between her legs. “Use your imagination sweetheart, feel me.”
Her legs quaked as I lifted the back of her dress and pressed my hips into her bare ass allowing her to feel just how hard I was for her behind the walls of my pants.
“Imagine me unzipping my pants and pulling out my raging cock, your hands slide over it taking hold and easing me into that sweet beautiful hot wet pussy that I can barely live without. I am thick and full of cum waiting to shoot off inside of you but first you have to feel me. I slowly slide my dick in and out of you...” She sighed, pressed her ass into me harder and cupped the hand on her crotch. “My speed increases with each moan, you cry out my name. Say my name sweetheart.”
“Julian!” she quickly whispered with desperation.
“Come for me Jemma.” She squeezes my hand tighter around her as I move my hips deeper into her ass. “Can you feel me, baby? I am moving deeper harder along your walls, so deep you can feel the head of my cock hit your sweet spot. Tell me it feels good.”
“Julian!” her breathing increases and she begins to grind into my hand as her ass moves up and down my shaft.
“It…feels...so...good.” she barely manages.
“Oh God!” she screams. Finding her release she digs her nails into my hand and I have to fight off the urge to jerk them away.
“I don’t know if that counts sweetheart. But for the next five weeks that is all you are getting.” I whisper into her neck. “You will stop teasing me or I will walk out the door and you won’t see me again until those 5 weeks are up. Not seeing you would drive me nuts but I need to know there are no doubts in that pretty little head of yours. Do you understand me?”
Still trying to catch her breath she pulled my hand from between her legs and turned to face me.
“You would leave me?” she asked.
“I would never leave you sweetheart. I know that I am in love with you and I want you to know that you are in love with me without a shadow of a doubt. If you had any idea how hard it is for me not to fuck your hot little pussy right down to the core you would not be taunting me like you have been all evening. But if it comes down to not seeing you for 5 weeks or having to live with my own doubt for fear that you have doubts then I take not seeing you. I don’t want to live like that and I certainly don’t want to live with a stiff one for the next five weeks of my life.”
I pressed my lips to hers. “Now that is out of the way, how about you go keep our friends company while I go relieve some of the pressure you have been putting on me all night? I am pretty sure they have noticed our absence by now”
Chapter Thirteen
Jemma
“I can’t take it anymore Dr. Schneider! I know we agreed on sixty days but I am not going to be able to make it another three weeks.”
I cannot believe the great Doctor just laughed at me. Were doctors supposed to laugh when their patients behaved like sex crazed teenagers?
“You have come this far Jemma, I am sure the two of you can get by another few weeks without incident. Many people in the world have gone a lot longer than sixty days without sexual relations you know.”
Well obviously those “someone else’s” did not have a Julian at their beck and call.
“How about we change the subject? How long h
as it been since you saw your father?”
Not since the day he was walked out of the court room after sentencing. Why did he want to know? The last thing I wanted to talk about was my father but in the end he was one of the reasons that I walked through that door every week.
“I know this is something you are not ready to discuss but your Aunt called me the other day to let me know that your father was being moved to the state penitentiary. She wanted me to tell you that he wished to see you. Apparently she has tried to call you and you haven’t returned those calls, she was worried about you.”
I had received several messages from my Aunt over the last few days but the moment she mentioned that she needed to speak to me about my father, her brother, I couldn’t bare the thought of calling her back. She had been visiting my father in the hospital once a week since the first day he was admitted. At first she had tried to speak to me about his condition but I refused. I would put my hands to my ears and storm out of the room every time she made an attempt, eventually she stopped trying altogether.
“I don’t want to see my father, she knows that!” I screamed out in frustration.
“You don’t have to but I think you should consider it. The anniversary of your mother’s death is coming up and I think it might help you to see that he isn’t the same person.”
I shook my head.
“No, I just can’t Dr Schneider.”
I paused, waiting for his response, but he continued to sit in his chair, quietly bobbing his leg up and down. There was a tiny part of me that wanted more than anything to see my father. Even though he had tried to kill me after taking my mother’s life there was still a piece of me that saw him as the loving daddy figure he was before losing Nicolai. That part of me wanted to run into his arms and tell him that I forgave him. I know that he was no longer in control of his actions that day but it didn’t make the fact that he put a bullet in my mother’s head and with fail attempted to damn me with that same fate any less true.
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