by Jacob Chance
“That’s not something you hear every day,” she says. She wipes her eyes and studies my face. “I can’t wait to marry you, Kyle McKenzie. You’re going to make all my dreams come true.”
I pull her to my chest and kiss the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent. “Go get ready for bed, baby.”
Holding Janny in my arms every night never gets old. My life has changed so much in the past year, it’s hard to imagine the solitary existence I was leading before I met my girl. There’s so much to be grateful for and I don’t forget it. I never take a moment we share together for granted, knowing life can change in a split second. No one knows this more than I do.
My hand rests on her stomach. I can’t believe our child is already growing in there.
She’s cuddled up against the front of my body with her round little ass pressed against my cock and it’s a lot of temptation to resist. I don’t want this moment to be about anything, but the three of us. I want to savor the perfection of this time in our lives. She’s in my arms, our baby is growing inside her and as soon as I can I’m marrying her. I can’t wait until she’s Janny McKenzie. Mr. and Mrs. Kyle McKenzie - has a nice ring to it.
I caress her stomach and bury my face in her hair.
“You should get some sleep, baby. You’ve had a tough night and I want you to get enough rest for junior here.” I gently pat her flat stomach.
Janny turns over in my arms. “Junior, huh? What if we have a little princess?”
I kiss the tip of her nose and smile. “Then she’ll be perfect just like her mother.”
Chapter Six
Josh
Magnum is jammed up with people waiting to get in, but Derek knows a guy who knows a guy and as soon as he mentions his name they let us right inside. The music is so loud I can feel the bass thumping and the flashing lights take some time to get used to. We head to the bar and order drinks. It’s only seconds later that I have a beer in hand; I’m impressed at how fast the bartenders take care of the customers and keep the continuous line of people waiting to order, moving.
I haven’t been to a club since the last time we were all at Quake, and if it wasn’t for Janny asking, I wouldn’t have gone there. I prefer quieter places where you can hold a conversation with someone and get to know them. Not that I’m great at getting to know people, but I’m working on it. When the girl you’ve been in love with for two years falls for someone else, it’s time to give up on that dream. I’m happy for Janny and Kyle, don’t get me wrong. They belong together. I can see that now. It just hurt like a motherfucker at first.
Lately, I’ve been suffering from a different kind of pain and her name is Elle Johnson. She’s a giant pain in my ass. My eyes trail down the long bar to seek her voluptuous form out. She’s about ten feet to the right of me, and of course she’s talking to some dude. I shake my head and take a pull from my beer. She’s like a magnet for douchebags and she can’t see it. She thinks because she doesn’t want more than sex from them it doesn’t matter, but she doesn’t know what they say about her after she casts them aside. She doesn’t know the reason my knuckles were split two weeks ago, is because I overheard one of her fuck buddies calling her easy pussy. I take another sip of my beer and smile when I think about how I laid that fucker out on the pavement in one of the student parking lots at school. Elle will never know what I did, because that would mean her finding out what he said. Knowing that would only hurt her. As much as we butt heads, I never really want to make her feel bad about herself. The barbs we sling at each other are just part of a twisted game we play.
Elle’s biggest complaint about me is that I’m boring and nice. Those two words are like the kiss of death for a guy. If she only knew the depravity of the thoughts I have about her. There’s nothing boring or nice about them. Visions of her on her knees in front of me deep throating my cock make me gulp down my beer. One of these days she’s going to see me for who I really am.
“Hi there.” A husky voice beside me has me turning my head. I find a tall, curvy blonde seated on the bar stool next to me. She smiles flirtatiously. “I’m Danielle. What’s your name, handsome?”
My eyes trace over her features and find her attractive, but she has blue eyes. The eyes I want to be staring into are the color of melted milk chocolate and are situated above a small, narrow nose. Her lips are lush and a deep pink color. At night when I can’t stop my brain from thinking about things it shouldn’t be - mainly Elle Johnson, I imagine her pussy lips are the same deep pink hue. I fantasize about slicking my tongue between them and biting on their softness until they’re swollen with her arousal. I think about doing filthy things to Elle. Some of them are things I’ve never done before, but I’d want to experience it all with her.
My cock is hard from thinking about her. I discreetly adjust it, but Danielle’s gaze drops to my lap. Her eyes go wide with surprise at the size of my hard on. Her fingers walk up my leg from my knee to mid-thigh. “I can help you with that.”
I stare at her hand on my leg, only inches from my throbbing dick, and I’m tempted to take her up on her offer. Maybe fucking someone else might take my mind off Elle.
The sound of Elle’s distinct giggle makes its way over to me. My gaze glides down the bar and finds her draped all over the same guy she was talking to earlier.
I catch Danielle’s fingers in mine and shake my head. “Sorry, but it’s not going to happen.” I drop her hand in her lap. When I slide off my stool, I lounge against the edge of the bar and study Elle.
She leans into him, her hand on his chest. The tips of her tits are almost touching him. I clench my teeth, knock back the rest of my beer and slam it down on the bar. I flag down the bartender and point to my bottle, signaling I want a refill. By the time my eyes trek back in her direction, she’s walking away from the bar and the guy’s focus is locked on her heart shaped ass. I can’t really blame him. I’ve fantasized about that ass a time or two myself. I can already see what’s going to happen. Elle’s going to want to bring this schmuck back to her room tonight. Fuck no. Not if I have anything to say about it.
I head in the direction she walked off and reach the hallway with the men’s and women’s bathrooms. I lean against the wall and wait. She’ll come out sooner or later. I pass the time by checking my emails on my phone.
I’m an artist and I’ve been commissioned to do some paintings for City Hall. It’s a huge opportunity for me. I received an email from a woman who’s in charge of decorating a new wing on the building. When we met in person, she seemed interested in more than just my paintings, but I would never mix business with pleasure. Elle would probably say that’s because I’m boring and too nice. She thinks I’m a fucking boy scout.
I slip my phone into my pocket as she exits the bathroom.
She scowls when she sees me. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for you. You’re not actually going to invite that guy back to your hotel room, are you?” I stand tall and wait for her answer.
Her eyes flash their anger up at me. “How is that any of your business?” She walks toward me and keeps coming until we’re standing toe to toe. “What do you care?” She pokes me in the chest with her long red nail. It pisses me off.
“Just because you’re happy living a boring, sexless existence, doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” She pokes me again. “Maybe I like a little spice in my life. Maybe I want some big, handsome guy to tie me up and fuck me hard.” She flips her hair and scrunches her nose at me like I’m something distasteful. “Not that you’d even know how to fuck someone hard. You probably only make love.” She rolls her eyes and turns her back to me.
Fuck no. I’m not letting her off that easy. I grip her wrist, spin her around and pull until she crashes into my chest. The softness of her large tits press against me as I slam my mouth down on hers. Jesus. Her hot mouth tastes sweeter than I ever imagined and her lips are soft and full under mine. The way she moans has me hard as a fucking rock. I grip her curvy hip
s and pull her pelvis into mine, then shove my leg between hers. She grinds on my thigh and I bite her bottom lip, tugging on it with my teeth. My hands slide up her back and twist themselves in her silky brown hair. I forcefully tug her head back as our tongues rub against each other. She needs to know I’m not some pushover. I like to fucking lead. I pull my mouth from hers and we both struggle to catch our breath. I release my grip on her hair. Her hand moves up to cover her lips like she can’t believe what just happened.
Fuck. That never should’ve happened. I wish it hadn’t because now I’m going to wonder what her warm, soft tongue would feel like on my cock.
“If you didn’t act like such a cold-hearted bitch, you’d know what it was like to make love. I'd take you back to my room and I'd show you.” I lean forward and grip her upper arms. “That’s what you do when you care about someone. But, you’re just a body I’d dip my wick in, because men don’t fall for women like you, Elle. You won’t let them, and I wouldn’t even bother trying. Instead, I'd fuck you like I hate you; over and over until you’d beg me to stop.” I let my hands fall away and take a step back. “That's what girls like you want, isn't it, Elle?"
I stare into her eyes and feel guilty for the stricken look I put there. I did what I had to do; I convince myself. Elle is her own worst enemy. She’s a man eater and I don’t plan on being her latest victim.
Chapter Seven
Elle
What the hell just happened? My eyes lock on the back of Josh as he tears off. His shoulders are rolled forward, both his hands shoved in his front pockets. The dark purple material of his shirt a reflection of his artistic nature and love of color. I cup both my hands over my nose and press my fingertips to the inner corners of my eyes. Don’t cry. My lids fall shut. I take a deep breath and hold it in for a few seconds. Releasing the air, I let my shaky hands fall from my face and pull my shoulders back. I’m good at hiding all the hurt behind a smile and carefree attitude. This is no different. I shake my hair back off my shoulders and fake a smile. My party girl persona is back in place. It might be a little duller than usual, but I’m relieved I’ve regained control of my emotions.
Who cares what Joshua Dawson thinks? He’s nothing to me. He never has been and never will be. I’ve only tolerated him for Janny’s sake, and now that he’s treated me so deplorably, I won’t even be doing that.
I return to my place at the bar next to Mark, the attorney from California. He hands me a shot of tequila and holds out a wedge of lime. I refuse to allow myself to think about how the color reminds me of Joshua’s bright green eyes. I wave off the piece of fruit. I don’t need him inside my head ruining this moment for me. I plan on getting my drink on, and I don’t plan on thinking about him for the rest of the night.
***
He rolls the condom down his length and flips me over on my stomach. I don’t have a chance to get on my hands and knees before he’s thrusting inside me. He groans as he buries himself to the hilt. He wraps my hair around his hand, tighter and tighter until my head is pulled back. He slides out of me and then slams back in. He repeats this about ten times and then he groans out the name Christine. What the fuck?
He drops his head to my back and gasps for air. Is this guy serious? How is he out of breath? He only lasted a total of twenty seconds.
He pulls out of me and heads into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. By the time, he comes out, I’m ready for him to hit the road.
He stands beside the bed, still naked, and scratches his head. What a disappointment this night turned out to be.
He rubs his palm over his mouth. “I’m sorry for what happened.” He bends down and grabs his boxers from the brown carpet before putting them on. “I didn’t mean to call you my ex's name. It just slipped out.” I roll my eyes.
Yeah like your orgasm. She probably broke up with him because he’s a lousy lay.
“Look, if you’re still calling her name when you come, you’re probably not over her. Why don’t you go after her?” I slip under the covers; my clothes are still strewn about the room and it’s awkward lying here exposed. “Show her you still want her.” I prop one pillow on top of another and sink down into the softness. “What woman doesn’t want to feel wanted for more than sex?” Even I want that; I just don’t think I’ll ever have it. Guys take one look at my double D’s and it’s all they see. Their gaze doesn’t make it up to my face to notice my full pink lips or what color brown my eyes are. It’s been that way since I was sixteen years old. I’ve always thought some attention was better than none, but now I’m starting to wonder.
I see the way Kyle looks at Janny and the way Derek looks at Kenna. Just once I’d like someone to look at me like that.
“I broke up with her a few months ago.” The muscles in his arms flex when he slips his shirt over his head. “She wanted to get married and I didn’t.” His arms go through the sleeves and he pulls it down covering up his six-pack abs. “Now I’m not sure I made the right choice.” He steps into his jeans and pulls them up over his lean hips.
“If you’re not sure you need to contact her. At the very least seeing her again should give you some clarity whether breaking up with her was a mistake.” He fastens his pants and looks at me. “Go to your room and call her now, before you change your mind.” I sit up, clutching the sheet over my chest for modesty sake. “It’s the things we don’t do that are the things we regret.” He quickly slips his socks and shoes on. “If she’s moved on at least you’ll know.”
He walks over to the side of the bed, leans down and kisses me on top of my head. “You’re a great girl, Elle. You should find a nice guy to settle down with.” He picks my hand up from where it rests on the mattress and holds it between his. “You deserve to be treated better than what happened tonight. You shouldn’t ever put up with being a substitute for someone else.” He releases my hand and his lips lift in a small smile. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
The quiet of my hotel room is all encompassing as I lie in bed. Too much noise can drive you crazy, but absolute silence is no different. That’s when the thoughts sneak in - the ones I normally avoid - the ones regarding Joshua Dawson.
I stare up at the stark white ceiling and think about what happened earlier with Josh. The kiss we shared knocked me off balance. It was angry and passion filled. I wanted it to go on and on. I wanted it to lead to more. When he tore his lips from mine, it brought me back to reality. I couldn’t believe a kiss from Josh could have such a powerful effect on me.
The cruel words he carelessly threw at me through clenched teeth hurt, I can’t deny they cut me to the quick. I despise myself for letting anything Josh said make me question myself or question what kind of person I am. I enjoy sex and I embrace that about myself. What’s wrong with using guys for sex? They use me for the same thing? I’m always up front about what I want and I never lead anyone on. How is that so wrong?
I hug a pillow to my chest. Mark’s words play over in my mind. “You deserve to be treated better than what happened tonight. You shouldn’t ever have to put up with being a substitute for someone else.”
Josh kissed me. Once I got over the initial shock, I was completely consumed by him and wanted the kiss to go on and on. I lost myself in the feeling of his mouth on mine, his body pressed tight against me. His kiss was all I could think about. Was it the same for him? Was he as lost in the moment? Or is he still hung up on Janny and imagined he was kissing her?
Chapter Eight
Derek
We sleep in the next morning and take advantage of room service. I order enough food to feed a small army. This will most likely be our only meal until after the wedding. I’ve made reservations, with Janny’s help, for Kenna to get her hair and makeup done. She packed a new dress she purchased the other day. I haven’t seen it yet. It’s hanging in the closet here, covered up. She came home so excited about it.
“I got a dress.” She flashed me a smile as she walked across the kitchen to me. I was cooking our dinne
r at the stove, stirring the spaghetti sauce in a pan. I leaned down and captured her lips with mine for a quick kiss.
“Good,” I replied, not sure what the appropriate response should be in this scenario.
“Do you mind if I don’t wear a white dress like a traditional wedding?”
I laughed and wrapped an arm around her. “Leoncita, since when have we done anything the traditional way? I think you look beautiful no matter what you wear.”
After breakfast, we laze around in bed. It’s not until noon that I fill Kenna in on what I have planned for her.
“You might want to jump in the shower now.” She cocks her eyebrow at me. “You have an appointment to get your hair done in the salon downstairs in thirty minutes.”
“You made me an appointment?” she questions, a small smile teasing her pink lips.
“I did with a little help from Janny. You and the girls are all getting your hair and makeup done.” She turns on her side and props her head up on her hand. She trails her fingers up and down my bare chest. “You’re the best. How did I get so lucky?” I catch her hand and bring it to my lips for a soft kiss. “We’re so lucky.”
***
While Kenna’s gone to do her girly shit, I meet up with Kyle and Josh. There’s a cigar bar located in the hotel and the three of us are currently puffing away on some Arturo Fuente Don Carlos Belicoso cigars from the Dominican Republic.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married today, man.” Kyle shakes his head. “And to my sister of all people.”
Josh laughs as he exhales. “Your hot sister.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Hey, hey, enough of that. Don’t make me hurt you, dude. You’re one of the few guys I know I haven’t punched yet.”
Josh holds up his hands, in surrender, his cigar pinched between his lips.
