Bend

by K. Bromberg

  “Fuck!” My poor cock.

  The head was purple and stiff to the max, leaking a trail of pre-come. I moved my fingers along the underside, hissing when I hit the extremely sensitive edge. It would only take a few swipes like that for me to explode. It still amazed me that I hadn’t when I’d been pressed against her with her lips on mine.

  I stuck my fingers in my mouth, tasting any last bits of her that remained while I stroked my cock. Every muscle tensed, built up from hours of frustration in her presence. My mouth dropped open, hard breaths coming out before a hard shudder rocked my body and my cock began firing off.

  I looked down to watch each spurt land on my black shirt, wishing it was all over her skin or deep inside her pussy. That was where it needed to be.

  Chapter 7

  When I arrived home, I found Mom asleep on the couch, the TV on some home show, which reminded me I needed to mow the grass in the morning. As I entered my room, I threw my shirt into an overloaded laundry basket. I pursed my lips and sighed, walking over to it and picking it up, then headed down the hall to my mom’s room. With both her basket and mine in hand, I made my way down two flights of stairs to the basement.

  I’d neglected the house chores over the last few days, thanks to whatever had taken control of me. There was no denying it—I wasn’t myself. The emotions boiling inside me shook my mind from my depression, but the lusted-out beast who craved a woman beyond sanity? He freaked me out.

  After starting up a load, I headed back up the stairs. Cassie had cleaned up the kitchen before she left, reminding me my sister rocked. I walked into the den and sat down at the desk, sighing as I moved the mouse to wake up the computer. I picked up a stack of mail and flipped through it.

  I threw medical bills to the side as I pored through everything else. I loved the ones with big bold letters “Patricia Lynch, you’re a winner!” Very important mail. I made sure to tear it up and toss it into the trash.

  I stretched my neck out and logged on to the computer. The first thing I did was check my mom’s accounts, and I didn’t like the number I saw.

  “Shit.” Her insurance couldn’t keep up with the costs of her treatments, especially with her being on unpaid medical leave. Between my dad’s hospital stay and now her illness, there wasn’t much money left. I logged on to my own account and hit the transfer button. I’d built up a nice savings in preparation to buy a house with Monica, and now it was going to help ease my mom’s financial stress.

  “Jared?”

  Looking over my shoulder, I saw Mom standing in the doorway. “Nice nap?”

  She slumped down in the sofa chair and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. “Cassie put me in a food coma.”

  My lip quirked up. She was eating—a good sign. “How’re you feeling?”

  “Tired.” She sighed and looked over at the desk. “What are you doing?”

  “Paying the bills.”

  She pursed her lips. “Thank you.” Her head tilted as she looked at me. “There’s something different about you this week."

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  Silence stretched between us.

  “You going to tell me, or do I have to play twenty questions?”

  I rubbed my face and lifted my arms up in a stretch. “It’s…complicated.” I sighed. “I met someone.”

  She perked up, a smile forming on her face as she sat a little straighter. “And? Tell me about her.”

  My face heated up. There was no way I could tell my mother about what had been going through my mind.

  “Her name is Hope, and she’s pinup-girl gorgeous.”

  Her eyes widened. “Pinup? That’s different. What else?”

  I blew out a breath. “She works at Union Jack’s, and visits St. Joan of Arc.”

  “And? You’re killing me here, Jared.”

  I grimaced. “It’s because that’s all I’ve got. The truth is, I don’t know much about her, but we have this uncontrollable attraction.”

  She arched her drawn on eyebrow. “Condoms are your friend.”

  “Mom!” I stared at her in stunned disbelief.

  “What? Do you want to have a child with a woman you just met?”

  I held my hands up. “Who said I didn’t want to get to know her?”

  She leaned back. “Why haven’t you yet?”

  I sighed and shook my head. It wasn’t something I wanted to tell my mother, but now that she knew about Hope, she wasn’t going to let up. “Because every time I’m near her, all I can think about—all I can feel—is intense lust.” My jaw clenched, hands flexing into fists. “And it controls me.”

  She nodded, staring at me for a moment. “Have you asked her out?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Well, don’t be an asshole.”

  “Mom!”

  “You keep saying my name like that.” She chuckled. “I’m not stupid. Plus, you’re over thirty now, and you lived with a woman for five years. I know you are very familiar with sex and how it works.”

  I rubbed my face again and shook my head. “You’re not supposed to be so casual about it.”

  She shrugged. “You’re an adult.”

  “It’s just weird.”

  “You think that means I’m going to continue to sugar-coat things for you?”

  “No, it’ll just take some getting used to.”

  “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Cassie’s having a girl.”

  I beamed at her. “Yeah? That’s awesome.”

  For some reason, it was that bit of news that made it hit home—I was going to be an uncle. My little sister was going to be a mom. I was going to be uncle to a little girl and bound to spoil her rotten.

  She nodded. “Now, you’re the oldest—where’s your contribution?”

  My mouth dropped open. “Who just told me to make sure I use a condom?”

  She shrugged. “What can I say? I want grandbabies.”

  “Unbelievable. Why didn’t you ever say anything before?”

  “I liked Monica in the beginning, but she was very self-centered and turned out to be a lying, cheating whore. She wouldn’t have been a good mother.”

  I leaned back in shock. Amazing how the truth came out from those close to you on how they felt about your girlfriend once the relationship was over. “Tell me how you really feel.”

  “She used you.” She leaned back and settled into the chair, a mischievous smile spreading on her face. “Have I ever told you how your father and I met?”

  I nodded and sat back as well, wondering where she was headed. “At a party in college.”

  “That was where, but not the how.”

  My brow scrunched. “Okay.”

  “My sophomore year, my friend Beth took me to a party. From the moment I walked in, my skin crawled. Not in a bad way, but it tingled.”

  I knew exactly what she meant—I’d experienced it at a growing rate for days.

  “We made it into the kitchen, and my eyes locked on a gorgeous set of blue eyes, then bam!” Her eyes were bright before softening.

  “I remember Dad saying he got caught in that moment.” The memory was a fond one, my father describing the emotion that came over him. When I was a kid, it was like a fairy tale for boys as he explained to me that cooties weren’t such a bad thing.

  “There’s a lot he didn’t tell you. But I have to ask—did you ever feel anything like that, what you do with this girl, with Monica?”

  I shook my head. “There was attraction, just like with every girl I dated before her.”

  Mom was more animated during our conversation than I’d seen her in weeks or months. “That right there tells me there could be so much more with this girl.”

  “Why?”

  “Because half an hour after I entered the door to that house, I was in the bathroom having sex with your father, and I didn’t even know his name.”

  My jaw dropped open. “Wait, what?”

  “And his girlfriend of a year had come to the party with him.”


  “Holy shit! Seriously?”

  She chuckled. “No, but that’s the way I always thought it would’ve gone if he hadn’t been in a relationship.”

  I blew out a hard breath. She was trying to kill me. “What did happen then?”

  “He avoided me all night. At some point, I’d gone to use the restroom, and when I came out, he was walking down the hall. It was narrow, and being a gentleman, he gave me the right of way. Before I made it past him, his arm flew in front of me. The struggle was evident even as he caged me with his arms against the wall. I wanted him to kiss me, desperately wanted it. I thought I’d die if he didn’t.” She touched her lips with the tips of her fingers, almost like she could still feel it. “He was so close I felt the heat of his skin, the zinging spark between us.”

  “How did he stop?” I’d become enraptured by the story, because I knew the struggle she was talking about.

  She sighed. “Someone called his name, and he woke from his trance. He was so angry with me after that.”

  “Why was he angry with you?”

  “Well, he later admitted it wasn’t me, but himself. Two days after the hallway incident, he broke up with his girlfriend, and he blamed me for it. He had his whole future with that girl laid out—he planned to propose. When he saw me, everything changed.”

  “Wait, I missed something. He broke up with the girl he planned to marry two days later?”

  She nodded. “You know your father was a good man. It was love at first sight, though he didn’t want to believe it. Having those feelings for someone other than her, he knew then it wasn’t right with her. For weeks we bumped into each other on campus, and he became even more upset with each encounter. He said he couldn’t seem to get away from me.”

  “How did that make you feel? I mean, what was going through your head?”

  “It was an attraction on a level I only ever experienced with him. It was confusing, because I thought about him all the time—the worst crush ever. Three weeks after the party, in the middle of the night, he showed up at my sorority house. Three months later, you were conceived.”

  “That was fast.”

  She shrugged. “There’s a reason I wanted you to know all this. Times might not have always been easy, and though we knew we were soul mates, we were also human and fought. If any of what I’ve described is the feeling you get with this girl, don’t let anything stop you.”

  I shook my head. “It was not love at first sight in my case.”

  “How can you be so certain?”

  “Because it’s lust. I’m not thinking with anything other than my…” I trailed off, almost blushing. The conversation was definitely out of the norm.

  “And what happens when you catch your prey?”

  “We’ll have sex.”

  “And then?”

  I threw my hands up into the air. Why was I talking about Hope with my mother? “I have no idea.”

  She smirked. “Fifty bucks says you won’t be able to let her go.” I side-eyed her, and the smirk grew into a grin. “You don’t want to take that bet, do you?”

  I sighed and rubbed my face. No, I didn’t want to take that bet, because deep down I knew having her once would never be enough.

  Chapter 8

  The next morning, I awoke with another raging hard dick. I stared at it and the tent it made in my sheet before reaching in and grabbing it. The sting of Hope’s touch still lingered, along with the feel of her lips and body pressed against mine. My mind conjured up images of her from the night before, fueling my fantasy.

  A few quick tugs later, I exploded all over my stomach. One down, but I had a feeling it was the first of many for the day.

  After I showered and dressed, I headed down to find Mom. She sat in her chair, eating something and watching the morning news. I contemplated making a big protein-rich breakfast, but opted for a protein bar and some of the juice I made the previous day.

  I sat down on the couch and opened up my breakfast. “Take your meds, eat your breakfast, and when I get back, we’ll head out.”

  Her brow scrunched as she looked at me. “Where are you going?”

  “I’m just running down to St. Joan of Arc for a bit.”

  She quirked a brow at me, a smirk forming on her lips. “Okay.”

  I finished off my bar and juice, then kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back soon.”

  As I walked down the street, I buzzed with excitement. It was the official one-week anniversary since I first laid eyes on Hope. My plan was simple—have a talk with God. Then I would pray Hope stopped by on the same day every week.

  When I walked in, a man sat near the front, but the rest of the church was empty. I didn’t let that deter me and slipped into a pew. I folded my hands in front of me and bowed my head.

  “Well, big man, you found a way to get me here again.” I snickered as I looked to the altar. “As you know, a lot has changed for me this week. I can’t figure out if that’s you answering my prayers or giving me new challenges, but I feel more up for it.”

  The old man at the end got up and walked slowly down the aisle and past me. A quick look around told me I was the only one there. The sun came out from behind the clouds and shined through the stained glass windows, bouncing color around.

  “Mom’s doing better the last few days, and I found out I’m going to have a little niece. Can you take the cancer away so she can have time with her granddaughter? Please.” Tears began clouding my vision, and I swallowed hard. “She’s all Cassie and I have.” I wiped away the wetness and took a steadying breath. “Okay, Cass has Darren, but you know what I mean.”

  The emptiness that had been missing for days washed over me again. I leaned forward and rested my head on my arms against the pew in front of me. The ache in my chest was crippling. When I thought I was going to burst, a tingling sensation moved down my spine and spread through my body.

  I sat up and looked around, but there was nothing, no sound. Turning back around, I sighed and looked back up at the altar.

  “I have to know…am I possessed? Whenever she’s near, I become some monster with only lust on the brain. Every part of me wants to devour her, touch every part of her body with mine. Repenting won’t do anything for me, because I want her, and I can’t stop even if I tried. Is that why you put her in my path?”

  Again, nothing.

  I got lost in my thoughts and stared. After a few minutes, I snapped out of it and prepared to leave.

  “Oh, and one last thing. Please give me the strength to resist bitch-slapping my ex, because she really deserves it. And let me get through the dissolution of our partnership without too much drama. I’d appreciate it.”

  As I stood, the tingling burst into a full flame, and I fell back into the pew. It wasn’t my imagination or some phantom sensation. Hope had to be there.

  Footsteps bounced around the walls, and my body came alive with each one. They slowed for a moment, but I didn’t turn to look at her. The pace picked back up, and she took a seat in the pew across the aisle from me.

  My whole body tensed, muscles flexing. I turned a little bit to look at her. Her eyes were closed, fingers clasped together, head bowed. I shouldn’t have looked at her, because once I did, I was transfixed and couldn’t look away. What was in her prayers?

  My gaze moved down her profile, and my dick took note that she wore a skirt. When I looked back up, she was peeking over at me. I stood up and walked the few steps that separated us, then slid in next to her.

  Being inches from her was painful. My cock screamed at me to touch her—lower her down to the bench, pull up her skirt, and plow right into her. I reached up and pushed the strand of hair blocking the view of her beautiful face behind her ear. The expression on her face made me groan—so innocent and so inviting.

  Her gaze moved back down, and the full lips that I wanted nothing more than to have on me in any way were moving, but I couldn’t hear anything. With hands still folded in her lap, I realized she was praying
. Being so close, I ran the back of my fingers against her soft, pink cheek. The current became too much, and she shuddered.

  With a small “Amen,” she looked up and turned toward me.

  Her eyes held me captive, and I ran a thumb across her full bottom lip. “Why are you here? What sins do you need to be absolved from?”

  She blushed and glanced at the ground. “Why do you come here?”

  I shuddered. I wanted to tell her I come for her, not for church.

  “I asked you first. Why do you come?”

  She stared at me for a moment, her tongue running against her lips, wetting them. “Forgiveness for the sexual thoughts that run rampant through my mind. I think the Devil is playing with me. His fires burn me from within.”

  I swallowed hard, forcing my hands to keep still. After such a confession, I wanted to turn the heat up on her fire.

  “Why are you here?”

  I thought on it for a moment. There were many reasons. “Hope and guidance, and recently, forgiveness for my desire to corrupt what appears to be an innocent soul with sexual deviancy.”

  She nodded. “The Devil has you as well.”

  “A deadly sin has me—lust. It makes me a devil possessed with the desire for a woman’s body to be wrapped around mine. You have me.”

  She smiled. “Then Hope has you.”

  “I need Hope in my life.” My voice was low.

  Her eyes widened. “You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

  I pushed her down onto the bench and trapped her body with mine, then crashed my lips to hers. My whole body shook, hands gripped tight at her waist. Her mouth was sweet, and I wanted to taste every inch.

  “Oh, I know exactly what I mean. I want you.”

  “Jared.”

  My fingers dug in as I shuddered. The airy, wild way she said my name shot straight to my dick, rocking my whole body on the way down.

  I nipped her bottom lip. “Say it again.”

  Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me down to her as she arched up, eyes locked with mine. “Jared.”

  I reached down and grabbed her thigh, pulling it up and spreading her legs to get between them. With a thrust of my hips, my covered cock pressed against the warm heat of her pussy. I groaned and took her lips as my arms pulled her closer.