Sleepless Fate

by Janae Keyes

  “You’re so tense Baby. Come on, you need a hot shower,” he murmured. He took me by the hand and pulled me into the bathroom.

  Another favorite feature of his bathroom was his large shower with multi shower heads. I watched him strip his clothes off piece by piece and once he removed his boxer shorts I blushed. I’d never seen him fully naked before. He disappeared behind the frosted glass of the shower and I could hear him turn the water on. I took that as my cue to follow suit. I slipped my panties down my legs and kicked them off before unhooking my bra and sliding it off my arms.

  I was engulfed in the steam as I entered the shower. I spotted Patrick right away, giving me a smile. Going to him I allowed the hot water to relax my tense muscles. Veronika’s stunt had thrown me for a loop. I felt Patrick come behind me and run his hands down my curves before he settled them on my hips. Once again, his mouth was on my neck, planting kisses and nipping at my skin.

  “I’ve wanted all of you since that first day. When you came into that lecture hall dressed for the job you wanted and showing off your immense knowledge. I was so turned on by how smart you were, that still turns me on.” I smiled to myself as I thought about how he didn’t just want me for my body, but wanted my brain and all of me that came with it. He was one of a kind. He brought his lips to my ears, “Now Babe, if you remember, I told you that the day I finally had you I was going to make you scream until you had no voice.” I nodded as I remembered that clearly.

  I inhaled a sharp breath as one of his hands slid around me and down between my legs. His other hand slickly made its way up to cup one of my breasts. I let out a soft sigh at the gentleness of his touch. He squeezed my breast in his hand.

  “Mmm.” I moaned as I closed my eyes taking in every sensation.

  “Let me hear you,” Patrick growled into my ear before taking my hardened nipple between his fingers and squeezing.

  “Patrick!” I yelped out as the attractive pain shot through me, making my body ache more for him than it already did.

  “Mmm, that’s exactly what I want to hear,” he breathed onto the skin of my neck. I felt his other hand slipping between my thighs.

  My breathed was rugged with anticipation. A sharp breath escaped my lungs as two fingers were pushed inside me. He worked his fingers in me while using his other hand to caress my breast. My face and hands were on the shower wall as I tried to hang on to anything in the moment. I hadn’t felt like this in an extremely long time and I’d forgotten how much I missed it.

  “Paddy, please… don’t stop,” I groaned out as I leaned my head back into his shoulder. His lips kissed at my cheek. It had been so long; it was as if I’d forgotten what sex felt like. His fingers slid in deeper with each thrust and each time I felt myself getting closer to the edge, but I didn’t want it to end.

  “You like it, don’t you?” He asked roughly in my ear. Whimpered weeps of pleasure escaped me in response. “Scream it out for me. Scream that you like it.”

  “I like it,” I squeaked out, while trying to regulate my breathing, but then I fell. I fell right over the edge and Patrick got his wish as I let out a cry of pure and undiluted pleasure. My legs began to shake and give away, but Patrick held me firmly up.

  Allowing my breathing to become steady, as I came down from the intense high, I realized how loud I’d been, but was quickly aware of the fact that I didn’t care if Veronika had heard me or not. Patrick flipped me to face him, pressing my back against the wall and pushing his mouth onto mine. His tongue danced with my own as his hands gripped tightly at my backside, pulling me close to his arousal. Pulling away, he gave me a grin.

  “Now, let’s get you clean, so I can get you dirty again,” he said.

  We spent a short time lathering one another’s bodies with soap and rinsing off. Out of the shower, he wrapped me in a thick, warm towel before picking me up and carrying me into his bedroom. He laid me on the bed and pulled me to where my legs were dangling from the edge.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded. I looked up into his honey eyes and gave him a smile.

  “I’m all yours,” I answered truthfully.

  He gave me a grin before placing his warm hands on my trembling thighs. He spread my legs open and before I could have a reaction he thrust into me. I let out a loud gasp as he began to bury himself inside over and over again. I was crying out each time, electricity arcing and flowing through my veins.

  “Harder!” I demanded. I saw him grin at my plea. His hands gripped at my hips tightly as his motions picked up and he slammed into me harder making me yelp out. The moment had reached me and I could no longer hold it in. My eyes slammed shut and I held my breath for a moment as I took in the electrifying sensation. “Ah, yes… please… yes!” I was exhilarated beyond reason. My eyes shot open to see Patrick letting out a grunt. I smiled to myself before his own eyes opened and he looked down at me. He smiled as he pulled himself out..

  He climbed into the bed and pulled me into his arms. I was out of breath and had no words for him. He kissed my forehead before planting a soft kiss on my lips. This had definitely been worth the wait.

  “Rest up. There is so much more where that came from. I’ve been waiting years for this,” he said, looking me directly in the eyes. I knew he was telling the truth.

  THE NIGHT WAS everything I could want and more. Patrick was right, there was so much more. He’d spent the night kissing me in every place possible and making me scream as he had intended to do. Waking up I opened my eyes to see the face of the man I loved. Patrick was fast asleep and as beautiful as ever. Surely he’d tired himself out pleasuring me to no end.

  I gave him a smile before slipping from his arms. I found my silk robe over a chair and slipped it onto my naked body before leaving the room, and heading downstairs. In the kitchen I dug through the fridge to find what I was looking for. I wanted my man to wake up to the delicious smells of a big breakfast.

  I turned on the coffee pot and went to work. I hummed to myself as I cooked bacon and sausage. Patrick loved his breakfast and I knew he would enjoy the feast I was making for him. I stood at the stove, turning the sausage when I heard the sound of a clearing throat. I turned to see Veronika standing at the kitchen island. She wore the skimpiest nightgown ever, rubbing her small bump. I rolled my eyes.

  “You two need to keep it down,” she hissed in my direction. “I need sleep for me and my baby.”

  “We will see what we can do, but I can’t make any promises,” I countered as I turned back to the stove. I’d had such a good night and the morning had started off perfect, until her. I took a deep breath in order to calm my nerves. I was going to enjoy my day with Patrick, Veronika or no Veronika.

  “The coffee,” Veronika started. “Is it non-caffeinated?”

  “I don’t think so,” I stated simply without even looking in her direction.

  “Do you not care about Patrick’s baby?” She questioned and I spun around quickly. I stared her down as she stood with one hand on her bump and another on her hip.

  “Listen, if you have an issue with anything in this house. The food or whatever, you take it up with Patrick,” I stated clearly. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I wanted to put her in her place badly, but I held my tongue. I was nearly biting my tongue off at this point, I was holding it so sharply. I’d been thrilled with the fact that Patrick was going to buy her an apartment, but now she was going to be staying with him until the baby was born. I didn’t know how much longer I could put up with her.

  “I will. Patrick cares about this baby, you know. We made it together and we will be a family. That family does not include you.” She was trying to provoke me and I knew it.

  “We’ll see about that,” I shot. I was gripping the counter as I tried my best to not step in her face. I wanted to say more and I went to open my mouth when I heard Patrick’s voice.

  “Mmm, it smells good in here,” he said as he walked into view.

  “Guten Morgen, Patrick,” Veronik
a said in a voice that sounded like she was trying to be seductive. Personally, I just wanted to vomit in my mouth.

  “Guten Morgen, Ronnie,” Patrick said with no emotion in his voice. Immediately, he came to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Good morning, sexy,” he whispered in my ear before planting a kiss on my neck. I closed my eyes for just that moment and let out a moan. I felt his hands slip down and go under my robe. I let out a giggle.

  “Morning, Baby,” I said sweetly to the man that I loved. I allowed him to plant kisses on my neck as I opened my eyes a bit, I could see Veronika sneering at me. I was pleased.

  “I go shower now,” she announced. Patrick continued to plant kisses on my neck.

  Patrick slid his hands up my hips. I leaned into him. I could feel him erect behind me. I knew I wanted him just as much. I turned to face him and his hands were quick to begin untying my robe. Patrick moved me to where my back was against the counter. He cupped my breasts with his hands and started to knead them. I moaned out as his lips made a trail of kisses along my neck and collarbone. I was enjoying every second of it, when there was a yelp that came from Veronika’s room.

  “What was that?” Patrick questioned, his eyes wide.

  “Help!” Veronika called out. In seconds, Patrick’s hands were off me and he was sprinting towards Veronika’s room. I was behind him, but not nearly as fast. I found him kneeling over Veronika who was on her butt, on the floor of her bathroom.

  “Ronnie, what happened?” Patrick asked frantically.

  “I slip!” She cried out and then she grabbed at her bump. “The baby. It could be hurt. I need to go to hospital!”

  “Bri, call 911!” Patrick was now just as frantic as she was. I looked at Veronika who clearly gave me a smirk before putting her worried face back on and letting out a wail. It was obvious to me that she’d staged the entire thing, plus she was on her butt.

  “She fell on her butt. The baby is fine,” I insisted as I crossed my arms.

  “I want to be sure. Please call for me,” begged Patrick. I let out a sigh. I left the room to find a phone. She was clearly playing him, but of course he was blinded by the baby. I let out a growl as I began to dial 911. Fuck Veronika, and her games.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Brielle

  OF COURSE VERONIKA was perfectly fine after the drama. An ambulance came and took her to the closest hospital. Her tailbone was bruised and the baby was perfectly fine. I was pissed. My entire weekend with Patrick had been ruined. Veronika insisted on being catered to because of her tailbone that she bruised on purpose.

  I ended up going home and spending my night alone, at my own house on Saturday night. It was relaxing to be away from the drama at Patrick’s house. Things were complicated and I was not a fan of these new complications. During the week I avoided going to Patrick’s place, but luckily I got to see him at the office.

  I smacked my lips as I finished applying my lip gloss. I was waiting for Patrick to pick me up. Tonight was my dad’s comedy show that was being recorded by Comedy Central to air on TV. The entire family bought tickets and we were all over the moon excited. Luckily, my sister was holding on and the babies hadn’t tried to escape yet.

  “What color are you wearing again?” April questioned over the speakerphone. She was also getting ready, she and Nate were to meet us at the club in the city.

  “Blue,” I answered as I checked myself out in my royal blue fit and flare dress that stopped just below my thighs. I looked at the clock next to my bed. “Patrick is a little late.”

  “I still can’t believe she faked that fall,” commented April. I was still shocked at Veronika’s desperation.

  “She needs to win an Emmy for that performance too,” I added as I rolled my eyes.

  “She’s just jealous, and mad because you guys kept her awake all night with your loud sex,” April snickered.

  “She can be jealous,” I declared.

  “We need to get rid of that Lederhosen wearing bitch, ASAP,” growled April. I burst into laughter. April was my sidekick for life. There were things I wouldn’t dare say, but knew that April would say them. The sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts.

  “Patrick must be here. I will see you soon,” I said to my best friend.

  “Yeah, see you!” She said happily before the call ended. I slipped my feet into my absolute favorite pair of blue Manolo Blahniks. These were the pair that Carrie goes to get from the apartment at the end of the first Sex and the City movie. I loved shoes and I loved Sex and the City, when I saw those I had to have them. Of course, Keaton wasn’t pleased, but I wore the money out of them.

  I went right to the front door and opened it to see a very handsome looking Patrick. I was pleased with the fact that we seemed to match as he wore dark gray slacks, a royal blue button up, with a dark gray tie and vest.

  “Mmm, Babe you look so sexy,” he said at once as he walked into my house and took me into his arms. He gave me a strong kiss as he gripped at my backside.

  “Paddy, we need to get going, if we don’t want to be late,” I giggled out as he planted kisses down my neck.

  “Sorry, I was held up by Ronnie,” he apologized. Of course he was held up by Veronika. I wiggled out of his grip and went to walk to the couch where my clutch was waiting. “Wait, Babe. I have a little something for you, and it seems to work perfect with your dress.” I turned to him as he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. He handed it to me and I opened it. Inside there was a pair of earrings. They were teardrop style diamond earrings. The edges were beautifully sparkling diamonds while in the middle there was a large sapphire stone. I covered my mouth at the sight.

  “Paddy baby, what is this for?” I asked him at once. I knew my eyes must have been wide as I looked at him.

  “To say sorry. I know this whole situation with Ronnie is taking a toll on you and you have been remarkably patient. I want you to know that I appreciate your efforts to stay calm and go with the flow, and I want to say sorry for all of it. I would have never involved you in any of this had I known of it.” I looked at him and gave him a soft smile. He didn’t have to give me such an extravagant gift. I only needed the words he had just said.

  “You didn’t have to. They are beautiful,” I commented in a breath.

  “Put them on and then we can go.” He gave me a grin. I walked to the closest mirror that was hanging in my hall and put the earrings on. I had felt earlier in the evening that my outfit was missing something, these were just the thing to set it all off.

  PATRICK AND I pulled up to the comedy club. The valet opened the door and allowed me out of Patrick’s Porsche before he ran around to Patrick’s door. Once out of the car Patrick came around to me and put his hand on the small of my back, leading me towards the front door of the club. Walking inside I could see the cameras already set up and members of my family who waved to Patrick and I.

  “Ticket?” Questioned a brunette, not far from the door.

  “Right here,” I answered her as I handed her the papers.

  “You’re with the family?” He asked and I nodded.

  “Come with me.”

  Patrick and I followed the woman to a table where my mom was seated with my sister who looked extremely uncomfortable with her huge belly and her husband. I bent to hug my mom and my sister. Patrick pulled out my chair and allowed me to sit before he took his own seat next to me.

  “You look beautiful Bri!” My mom shouted over the loud music. The truth was I felt beautiful and it felt good to be out here to celebrate my dad with the man that I loved.

  A waitress approached our table. Her eyes seemed to go straight to Patrick. I wanted to laugh because I’d gotten too used to this.

  “Drinks?” She questioned. My mom ordered her usual margarita on the rocks, while my sister and her husband both took water as my sister couldn’t drink and her husband needed to be prepared to drive her to the hospital. “Anything for your cutie?” She asked Patrick. She didn’t even se
em to look at me or acknowledge me there. Her eyes seemed to roam his body. He was hot, there was no denying that, but this was starting to get old, real fast.

  “You order Babe,” said Patrick as he ran his hand over my leg. I smirked to myself as I realized what he was doing.

  “I will have a Cosmopolitan and he will have a Jack and Coke,” I ordered. The waitress gave me a face before she walked away. I leaned over to Patrick, who planted a small kiss on my lips.

  “Hey Family!” I heard the squeals of my best friend. I turned to see April coming our way. The hostess was guiding she and Nate to the table right next to ours. April came straight to us and gave everyone a hug. “I am going to get so drunk.”

  I laughed at my best friend. She was recovering well from her miscarriage. She’d sent her girls to say with her mother-in-law for a little bit while she and Nate refocused and her body healed. I’d also made sure she had a couple weeks off work. I could survive on my own for a little bit, but I was so happy that April was back.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen. Please begin to get situated as the show will begin in 15 minutes,” a voice announced. I was giddy with excitement for my dad.

  I saw Patrick looked a little confused for a moment before he pulled his phone from his pocket. He began to text. I didn’t have to ask; I knew it was most likely Veronika. I rolled my eyes. Patrick was texting when the waitress returned with all our drinks.

  “What does she want?” I asked angrily. This was starting to become a pattern. If Patrick and I wanted to do something, Veronika always seemed to find a way to get between the action.

  “She is having an issue with the TV apparently,” explained Patrick.