Acting like I can't tell that she's crying, I ask if she's ready to go. I need to see if she's going to say anything. I ask again, this time asking for an explanation. No need to jump the gun. It could be something else right? I must be even stupider than I thought to think that, her eyes cast downward and she flashes them towards my phone and presses the home button lighting up the screen and showing me my worst fear. She tosses it on the counter before bolting from the room. I hear a door slam and can't help but think that this is going to be a long, long night of groveling on my knees. With my head in my hands, I go in search of my sad, hurt girl.
I pound on the bathroom door when I find it locked. “Sarah, baby, please talk to me? It's not what you think. Please don't let her win. This is what she wants. Please Sarah? Let me in.” I beg, I need her to let me explain. She opens the door and I shove the phone in her face, forcing her to look. I've already deleted the photo. “Please look?” I ask and go on to explain about the anonymous caller. She takes the phone and scrolls through it. I know exactly what she's seeing. One text from me and another four from Trisha, all but one have gone unanswered.
I'm holding my breath as I wait for her to finish. She finally looks up from my phone, eyes that resemble mine swim in shallow pools of tears and she says the one thing I never imagined would, in this situation, come from her lips. “She's not going to win this time. She's going to wish she never met you.” Trying hard to hide my shock at her words, I grab her head and lay it on my chest, holding her. She never ceases to amaze me. My beautiful girl.
We stand in a silent embrace for several minutes before she pulls away and walks to her bedroom to change. Coming into the kitchen and grabbing the waters from the counter, she turns and gestures towards the door. “Come on, let's go for that run. We can grab something for dinner on the way back. It will give me a chance to think about how I want to respond to her. I need to make myself crystal clear. Your mine and if she thinks otherwise she needs to know I'm prepared to do whatever's needed to make sure she understands.” I give her a sly grin. I love it when she's feisty.
“Sounds good to me. Lead the way tiger.” She laughs at my nickname for her and I follow her out of the apartment for some much needed fresh air.
We run in silence for ten blocks before turning around and making a detour a few streets over for some pizza. Tony's is our go to place when we're in the mood for some gooey goodness. The man can make a mean pie.
He spots us as we walk in, looking like a couple of hot messes not doubt. It's still pretty cool at this time of night but we're sweaty regardless. He has to be used to it. We've been in here plenty of times after a run. It's nothing he hasn't seen before. He greets us with a friendly smile. “You two want your usual?” He asks as he comes around the counter to seat us.
I look to Sarah and she turns to him and answers. “I don't know about this guy but you have me hooked on your rusty pizza. I'm so hungry I'll take a large.” She smiles back at him and he turns expectantly towards me.
Taking a quick look at Sarah, I raise an eyebrow before turning to Tony. “I think her brain is bigger than her stomach. I'll just share her's. There's no way she's gonna finish it all.” Laughing at the expression on her face for being called out, I laugh and add, “We'll take an order of mozzarella sticks too.”
“Smart boy, coming right up. What would you like to drink? Wine perhaps?” Again I turn to Sarah to let her decide.
“Sure, wine sounds good. Do you have a moscato? I'm not in the mood for anything too strong tonight.” She waits patiently while he holds up a finger and walks to the back to check.
It doesn't take him long and he's back at the table. “We have Elektra, a very popular orange mosacato.”
“Yay!” She says excitedly while bouncing in her seat. “That's my favorite.” She looks so beautiful in this moment. I'm one lucky son of a bitch. I stare at her little celebration until Tony clears his throat, obviously trying to get my attention.
“And you sir?” He asks seeming rather pleased with himself for having Sarah's drink of choice.
“Boston Lager, please. No glass.”
“No problem. I'll be back with your drinks shortly.” He tells us and walks behind the bar to pour our drinks.
It's rather slow in here tonight and for that I'm thankful. We can have some sort of privacy for what I'm about to ask her. I have to admit that I'm a nervous wreck, especially now. Trisha seems to find the most pinnacle points in our relationship and tries to knock them down. And to think I'd almost forgotten all about her. I hadn't even had the smallest idea that it was her trying to call me. To say that I was shocked to see her text message is a huge understatement.
“So I've been thinking.” She looks away from her hands that she's been staring at since Tony left the table. No doubt the same thoughts are crossing her mind. We'll deal with that later. Right now I'm solely focused on us.
She's staring into my eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “That your going to give me back your phone and let me do what I wanted to do earlier? I've got some good stuff stored up here for that bitch.” She winks at me while tapping her temple with her index finger.
“No baby, although I'm going to let you have at it, this is about us. About our future.” This seems to put a more serious expression on her face. Oh shit, I hope she doesn't think I'm proposing in this little pizza shop. Fuck that, she'll never see it coming that's for sure. And it will definitely be a hell of a lot more romantic than waiting for pizza in our gym clothes.
“Wh.. wh.. what about our future?” She stammers out the question before swallowing hard.
I've thought long and hard on how I wanted to word this. I've also come to the decision that I want to buy Latasha's place from her and rent it out once we buy a house. That is if she accepts all my plans for us. I'm hopeful and optimistic, but there's truly only one way to find out so I just blurt the words from my mouth before I pussy out. “I want to move in with you, if you'll have me.” She blinks a few times, just staring at me, mouth hanging open as she starts to belly laugh.
“I have to admit,” she tells me between giggles, once her laughing has mellowed some, “you had me worried there for a minute. Even though I have no doubt how you feel about me, the look on your face was worrisome.” She pauses to wipe stray tears from her eyes. “I would love to have you. Honestly I've been thinking about it for some time now but couldn't think of a way to bring it up. So thank you. You did it for me.”
Tony chooses that moment to bring our drinks. “Your food should be out shortly, just give me a shout if you need anything.”
“Thanks, we will.” Sensing his dismissal he heads over to another couple that just walked in.
“I'm going to sell my apartment and buy yours from Latasha if she'll let me.” I'll have to put some of my things in storage. There's no way we'll fit nine rooms into four. On the bright side, there'll be plenty to fill our house when we reach that point.
She jumps out of her seat, and practically climbs on top of the table to wrap her arms around my neck, planting a long lingering kiss on my lips, making quite the spectacle for the other patrons in the restaurant. I couldn't give a shit. This is now the best day of my life. The day she took me back, a close second.
We keep up constant chatter as we eat our dinner. Sarah seems genuinely happy about the move and my feelings mirror hers. I sit and watch her talk animatedly about her day at the office. So glad to be in a much better place than a few hours ago.
We walk back to her place hand in hand and discuss our plans for my move. Since we're practically living together already, there's really no rush. Although I want it to all be final as soon as possible. I'll call about a truck and storage tomorrow.
As soon as we walk in and she closes the door behind us, she holds her hand out, curling her fingers inwardly, beckoning. I know what she wants and I hand it to her without hesitation. She takes my phone, a wicked look of determination on her face. I watch her as I follow, she walks into the bedroo
m and sits on the foot of the bed.
She hands the phone back to me and I give her a puzzled look. “I need you to unlock it.” She tells me as she takes her hair from its elastic and runs her fingers through it, making my cock twitch. Mostly from the thought of it being my fingers grasping her gorgeous tresses as she sucks on my cock, but also from what she's about to do. It's fucking hot. I can't wait to see what she replies with.
I hand it back to her after typing in my password. “Do your worst, baby. Show her who's boss.” She winks at me and I leave the room in search of something to drink. Preferably another beer after the day I've had. When I walk back into the room I can hear as well as see her fingers typing frantically against the screen. I sit on the bed next to her and wrap my arm around the small of her back, trailing my index finger up and down her side and I feel her shiver.
Leaning towards me she takes my mouth in a fierce kiss. Pushing me down on the bed and staddling my hips, she rocks in a circular motion on my dick, making me harden instantly. The little witch is still typing on my phone, succussfully torturing me. Placing my thumb over her shorts on her clit, I start to rub, hard, eleciting little moans from her mouth. She better hurry the fuck up with what she's doing before I tear these damn shorts into shreds to get what I want. I start to buck hard up against her center and suddenly my phone is being tossed on the bed and she's flinging her shirt up over her head, exposing her full breasts to my hungry eyes. “So beautiful.” I tell her as I reach up and palm her tits, rolling her covered nipples between my fingers. “This fuckin' thing has to go.” I growl as I undo her bra and fling it to the floor beside the bed.
She hurriedly pulls my shorts down my hips. “And these have to go, Now.” She's panting as she tries to remove them, so I lift my hips to help her along. As soon as my cock springs free she grabs it in her fist, lifts her hips and lines it up with her opening, rubbing it up and down her slit a few times before sitting down on it just enough for me to breach her walls. Fucking tease. She knows this drives me crazy. I buck up off the bed but she eludes me, raising her hips as I do. She loves this little game we play and so do I, but right now I want to be buried deep in her sweet heat.
Releasing her breasts, I take her face in my hands and bring it down to mine. Distraction in it's finest form. As soon as I have her thoughts otherwise occupied, I drive hard into her, my balls slapping her ass, completely filling her, making her cry out my name. “Fuck!” I shout as her sounds ricochet throughout my body. She makes the sexiest fucking sounds I've ever heard. If I had less self control I would blow my load right now. Thankfully I have enough that I can make it last for her. Her pussy wrapped around me is the best feeling in the world. “You feel so good baby.” I slide my hands from her face, down her neck and collarbone to her breasts where I pinch her nipples, coaxing more sweet cries from her lips. I lift my head up and replace one of my hands with my lips and tongue. Licking and sucking her until she's keening in ecstasy.
Placing her hands on my chest and pulling her nipple from her mouth with a loud pop she sits up and starts to ride me. Hard. Fast. Shit, I'm not gonna last much longer, and I tell her as much. “I'm gonna cum baby, milk my cock for it. I can feel you squeezing me, I know your close. Cum on my cock Sarah, fucking give it to me.”
This spurs her on, making her work me even faster, her panting's music to my ears. She stops her frantic motion and pushes herself down, grinding on me, moaning, crying out as I feel her start to contract on my cock, and I know she's so close. “I'm cumming baby, fuck I'm cumming. You feel so good Brent. Let go baby, let me feel you.” She screams as she coats my dick in her slickness and it sends me over the edge and I unload deep inside of her.
Panting, trying to catch my breath, I drag her down to my chest and hold her. We fall asleep in each other's arms. The text message she was composing will just have to wait until morning.
*****
I wake with a jolt, disoriented until I take in my surroundings. Sitting up I look down on Sarah who's still sleeping peacefully in her bed. Our bed. I was having a nightmare again, different this time but also the same.
The scene is the one on the beach, surrounded by our friends. The men to my left in tuxedos as we watch the girls in their purple dresses start to walk down the isle while the wedding march is being played on a nearby piano. Sarah comes in to view and something seems a little off, I can't quite put my finger on it. Her face is covered by a thick veil as she makes her way to me under the flower covered arbor.
She finally comes to a stop and I reach up to remove the material shielding her face. I gasp at the face I uncover. No wonder something didn't seem right. It's not Sarah's eyes staring back at me. Trisha gazes at me with a wicked smile on her face as she extends her hand to touch my face. I look on in horror as I take in the sight of the bright crimson covering and dripping from her fingers. She takes in my expression and lets out a loud vicious cackle.
I break off in a run in the direction of the beach house just beyond the trees. I don't know why, but something tells me that's where I'll find her. Blindly sprinting towards my love, I trip on something I can't see and the laughter of my ex wife gets louder behind me, filling me with panicked rage. I find her laying on her back, her beautiful auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. Her body stripped bare, hands folded over her waist. As my eyes take her in, I notice the glint of metal and see the small knife still sticking out of her chest, right in her heart. Pools of blood spill from the wound and there are several others surrounding the killing blow. I fall to my knees and take her face in my hands, willing her to be alive. Cold, gray, lifeless eyes stare back into mine and I know all hope is lost as well as my soul. I kiss her lips one final time and succumb to the tears I was too shocked to shed until the finality has sunken in. I let out a deafening howl and collapse onto her corpse.
I know what I wanted to do in my dream. Squeeze every last breath out of that crazy bitch. She won't win. I'd bet my life on it. This is the last time she's going to fuck with my head.
If I keep having dreams like these, I'm seriously going to need a shrink. This shit just isn't normal. I need to tell someone about them. Maybe Braydon and John will want to get some drinks after work tomorrow. It may take a bit of coaxing to get Braydon to agree but sorting my head out is a must.
I lay back down and pull Sarah into me and kiss her hair. She stirs in my arms and turns to face me, buries her face in my neck, giving me a soft, sweet kiss before whispering a declaration a love then lightly starts snoring again. I breath in her scent and quickly fall back asleep.
The next time I wake it's to an entirely different sensation. Sarah has her lips wrapped around my shaft waking up my dick with a good morning kiss. My groan alerts her that I'm awake. She looks up to me with a devious smile on her face. “Good morning baby.” She pauses briefly before leisurely licking up and down my shaft.
Oh, what a good morning it is.
After we've gotten ready for the day, we're in the kitchen sharing breakfast and I hand her my phone. She pushes my hand away and shakes her head as she finishes chewing and swallows. “I've changed my mind. If I respond, she wins. She'll know how much it bothered me. So I'm just going to ignore her and you can do exactly what you said in your last text to her. It shouldn't be too hard to change your number for a small fee, right? She hasn't responded again, so let's pretend it's never happened, move on and live our lives. I can promise you though that if I ever see her out, it will not be pretty. I may need bail money.” She smiles sweetly at me with a wicked glint in her eyes.
Mirroring her smile, my eyes bore into hers and then travel the length of her as she stands to put our dishes in the sink. She looks gorgeous of course, in a sharp light gray skirt suit with a hot pink blouse underneath and hot pink heels to match. The color of her suit brings back the color of her eyes in my dream and I shake the thought from my mind. She's standing in front of me, talking, breathing and very much alive.
“I have a few things I need to go over with B
raydon and John today and since Braydon hasn't been to the office lately, I thought drinks after work would be good.” I tell her and for some reason expect her to kick up a fuss. Not that she ever would, but with last night, old scenarios pop unbidden in my mind of a previous poisoned relationship. Fuck! I am definitely in need of some serious guy time.
She comes over to where I'm still sitting down at the table and bends down wrapping her arms around my neck from behind and leans around me to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Sounds good baby, I have some planning to do with Rachel for Ilyanna's baby shower. Tonight's perfect. Will you have dinner with them or wait until you get home? I love that!” she's beams at me as I ask what she loves. “Calling this our home. I know it's not much but it's a start.” Shit. I'm just as ecstatic as she is every time one of us refers to her apartment as home.
“That reminds me. Can you get ahold of Latasha today so I can discuss taking this place off of her hands?” Fenway chooses this moment to come up and rub herself against my legs, weaving in and out as she loudly purrs. I reach down and pat my newly adopted pet. I think I eventually want a dog when we do finally buy a house, but for now, one step at a time.
She pulls her phone out and types for a couple of minutes. “All done.” She tells me looking smug. “I told her we're buying the place and to let us know what we have to do.”
I really have no words for how extremely happy I am in this moment so I just smile at her. “I love you so much Sarah, always.”
“I love you too, forever. Now let's get going before we're late for work.”
Hopefully the guys can lend some insight to my little problem. I hate keeping anything from her, but Sarah doesn't need to be haunted by this. This is my battle, not hers.
*****
“So, what did you need to talk to us about?” Braydon asks as we wait for the waitress to come back with our beers. We're sitting in a quiet corner of one of our favorite pubs. Boston is littered with them, but this one is nice and peaceful, unlike most that can get pretty rowdy.
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