Alluring Promises Box Set (Books 1-3)

by Josie Bordeaux

  “Again?” I played along. “That’s the third phone you’ve lost since you moved in,” I huffed, teasing her and backing her up at the same time. Aub rolled her eyes and then shrugged again.

  “You live with Clark?” Daryl’s face scrunched up and I couldn’t tell what he really meant by that. I wrapped my arm around Aub’s waist and pulled her close to me.

  “Yeah. For a while now,” Aub replied as she smiled up at me.

  Daryl ignored all of it and gestured with his phone toward her. “Well, I’ll go ahead and take your number for when it hopefully turns up. If you don’t answer, I can always call Clark. Right, Clark?”

  “Sure, Daryl. You’re more than welcome to call me to get in touch with Aub. I’ll definitely make sure she gets the message,” I told him while I snickered at his persistence.

  Aub’s eyes didn’t leave mine and the corner of her mouth turned up as she rattled off a fake number.

  “Great. I’ll be calling you soon,” he told her and then tapped on his phone. Too bad he didn’t realize she wasn’t looking at him at all.

  We stood there staring at each other for a moment. Each passing second made me want to say something, but I had no idea what. I was relieved that she obviously wasn’t into Daryl, but I still wasn’t sure what my feelings meant.

  “Do you want to tell me what you’re thinking about?” Aub asked as we continued to stand on the sidewalk. My arm was still wrapped around her waist. I had no intention of removing it.

  Not wanting to discuss my feelings and also thinking back to when Tina tried to do the same, I tossed out, “A toothpick.”

  She smiled bright. Her eyes did the same. “Mint flavored or the plain ones?” Her head quirked to the side and it made me chuckle that she actually went along with my game instead of wanting to try to get inside my head.

  “The mint ones. I like those.”

  “Hmm. Me too.” She turned, breaking our stare, and nodded in the direction of home. “It’s pretty cold out today and you’re making me stand on the sidewalk talking about mint toothpicks. Personally,” she started as she increased her pace and forced my hand to drop from her waist. “I like peppermints.” I stood there staring at the incredible view of her ass swaying from side to side. Man, I love yoga pants on her.

  We arrived back at the apartment without discussing my reaction any further. Or anything else that had to do with “us” for that matter.

  Aub dropped her purse by the door and called out that she was going to take a shower. I decided to do the same. I couldn’t stop wondering why I get jealous anytime another guy gets near Aub.

  As I rubbed the bar of soap between my hands to lather up, my thoughts took a different direction. I pictured her sweet perfect ass in her yoga pants and her stance as she stood there in her sports bra.

  I closed my eyes as I ran my hand along my body. Picturing her bending over as I pulled down the waistband of her pants, caressing her ass before moving my fingers along her skin to feel how wet she would be for me.

  Wrapping my hand around my hard cock, I pictured my hands on her full, round breasts, her nipples fully hard and just begging for my mouth. I would spin her around and press her up against the wall, her naked body waiting for me to devour her. The flutter of her eyelids as my hands moved all over her body before finally resting between her firm thighs.

  Stroking myself faster, I let the water roll over me as more thoughts of Aub flashed through my mind and I was taken back to the night after the wedding when I had her for that full blissful night. Any way I wanted her, she let me have her. Picking my favorite position with her, I remembered her straddled on top of me and letting me sink my cock all the way into her tight pussy. Watching her move up and down, her thighs flexing as her hands moved along her body and grabbing her own tits. I had watched as she rubbed her hand over her clit, pleasing herself and not holding anything back.

  Tightening my grip, I felt the blood rush through me as that vision continued to stir me. I let the water roll over my body, remembering the way she'd rocked her hips, searching for her release. It would be forever committed to my memory. And just like she orgasmed in my thoughts, I came at the same time as she did. “Fuck,” I groaned as I came hard, letting the water wash away all the evidence.

  Hot water continued to rush over my body, but it hadn’t rinsed away my feelings for Aub. My emotions seemed to be getting stronger. Joking around with her, talking with her and just being around her was comforting. The time I spent without her was lonely.

  Or did I feel that way because I usually have a roommate? That couldn’t be it. Because even when Tina came back, I still thought of Aub. I still wrote to her letting her know I craved her, even if it was in a letter that I’d never mail.

  Turning my head up to the shower spray, I let the water hit my face, hoping to pelt some sort of sense into me. What I was feeling for her wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. At one point, I thought I loved Tina but I’d never thought of her in this way. I always just wanted to fuck Tina. I hadn’t had sex with Aub since that one and I still wanted to be around her. So, it couldn’t be the same as I felt for Tina.

  Being with Tina was safe. There was no guessing. I knew it wasn’t permanent even though she kept trying to convince me. I had an excuse not to go any further with her. I knew she would leave each and every time.

  Aub…she tried to leave me, I guess I could say. Well, it wasn’t really me she was trying to leave. It was her nightmares. Holding her in my arms keeping her safe from them felt…comfortable. That’s what it must be. I just want to keep her safe. Secure. It’s that superhero shit going on.

  I switched off the water realizing I was back at square one. Knowing my feelings stem from some stupid superhero complex. And the jealousy? I shook my head trying to figure that one out as I dried off my body and threw some clothes on.

  Plopping onto the couch, I grabbed the remote and searched for something mindless to watch. I needed something to take my mind off Aub. Except, I knew she was in the shower, so that might be kind of tough.

  Her shower. I wondered if her hands roamed her own body the way mine just had. I felt my cock stir and I adjusted how I sat on the couch. The water was probably running all over her naked, smooth body. I pictured her turning her face up to the water as her hand massaged that perfect spot of hers.

  Was she doing the same thing as I had in my shower? Was she thinking of me? Did she touch herself thinking the same things about me?

  I turned up the volume on the TV and tried to drown out my thoughts. I made myself comfortable…while waiting for Aub to come out of the shower.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Aubrey

  THE SHOWER I took was way too hot and way too long. With visions of Clark having his hands all over me, I couldn’t stop my hands from roaming over my body pretending they were Clark’s. Waking in his bed this morning and seeing how hard he was through that thin bed sheet made my mouth water. I wished I had taken his hard cock in my mouth to wake him. Yeah. That shower really refreshed me, but did nothing to stop all my fantasies.

  I stood in front of my mirror wondering what his comments meant before we were interrupted by Daryl. Why would Clark be jealous? Does he want something else with me? Does he really care for me more than just a friend would? Would he really want any sort of relationship?

  Then my mind drifted to his warmth and the strength of his arms wrapped around me holding me close all night long. Pulling my panties from my dresser and slipping them on, my body stirred with desire. Maybe my problem was that I hadn’t had sex in awhile. A very long while. Maybe I was just horny…Would it be so wrong to have sex with him? Again. And again. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire just thinking about him.

  Picking up my red lace bra, the pad of my thumb rubbed over the fabric as I tried to assess my feelings. Maybe I was over thinking all of this. It’s Clark. He’s incapable of love. Or is he? I tugged at the hooks to latch my bra into place and remembered my therapist’s words. Every
one wants love. Everyone wants to be loved. No matter what they’ve been through, every human deserves and craves the most basic human necessity. Love.

  Everyone. That would include that roommate of mine who is currently listening to the TV at an ear-piercing volume. My heart started racing just thinking of him sitting out there. What the hell is wrong with me? I ran an imaginary list through my mind.

  Cons:

  He sleeps with a lot of women.

  You’ve slept with a lot of men. Okay, so maybe that one can’t really be a con since that would be hypocritical of me.

  He insists he doesn’t ever want a relationship.

  Sometimes his actions are completely different than what he says. Again, maybe that one is a bit unfair because I’ve never really asked him about that. My opinions were mostly from hearsay.

  As I pulled out a pair of jeans from my drawer, I mentally tossed my stupid Pro/Con list away realizing it wasn’t worth trying figure out. I should just enjoy being with him.

  And if the chance arises (yes, I’m thinking about his morning wood), then maybe I’ll jump on it. Literally. Chuckling to myself, I glanced around the room for the top I wanted to wear for dinner tonight and later to Allure. Wearing this red bra requires that particular shirt since it’s not see-through. See. I really am trying to tone down my slutty ways.

  Realizing my top was still in the dryer, I darted out of my room and headed straight for the dryer. I hoped that Clark had the TV up loud enough not to hear me. As I opened the door to the dryer, I sifted through the clothes until I found the shirt I was looking for and started to put it on.

  “Forget your top again?” He looked away from the game on TV and swept his eyes over my chest. He turned the volume on the TV way down. Unless he just muted it. Was that so he could talk to me?

  My heart pounded inside my chest and I managed to answer, “Yeah.” I looked down at the top and fumbled to turn it right side out. Why was I so nervous all of a sudden?

  “You should just walk around in that bra. I really like red on you,” Clark complimented me. At least I thought it was a compliment. Either he likes red or my boobs. Who am I kidding? It’s Clark. I turned to see him still studying me. It wasn’t his usual lustful expression though. He had this content smile on his face that warmed my heart. The urge to hug him swept over me. I just felt like I needed to be close to him after all the things he’s done for me.

  Holding the shirt I’d just retrieved from the dryer in my hand, I walked over to him sitting on the couch. Without saying a word, I climbed onto his lap, straddled him and leaned in for a hug. My heart raced and I pressed my body against his before I could change my mind.

  “What are you doing, Aub?” He asked, in a muffled voice because his face was now buried in my hair.

  I swallowed, unsure how to even answer him. After everything he’d done for me, after everything he’d said to help me get through it all, it was more of a feeling that I needed to express to him with more than words.

  I pulled back and placed my hands on each side of his face. I stared into his eyes—eyes that were full of questions and uncertainty. My gaze fell to his lips and I pressed mine together. The desire to taste him and to show him how much he’s meant to me through all this was overwhelming. I watched his Adam’s apple bob quickly while his eyes flicked to my lips. I bent down and pressed mine to his, inhaling his breath as my hands ran through his hair and pulled his head closer to mine. Feeling his warm tongue entwine with mine shot a rush of pleasure through me causing me to moan into his mouth. God, he tastes just as fantastic as I remember.

  I pulled back and gave him a small smile while he stared into my eyes in disbelief. “What was that for?”

  “I had an overpowering urge to kiss you. My therapist said I should act on my impulses.”

  “Did she mention not to act on the impulse to take your life again? I hope you guys covered that topic,” Clark quipped. I knew he was sort of teasing me because he ended his statement with a smirk.

  I gave him the same quirk of my mouth as I continued to twirl my fingers through his thick black hair. “Yesss, we discussed that. It won’t happen again, smart-ass.”

  Just as he answered, “Good,” there was a knock at the door. Disappointed, I sighed knowing our little moment was over and really wished it wasn’t.

  For once, Vanessa and Matt were ready before we were. Clark pulled my head back to his. Smiling he mumbled, “Let them wait on us for once.” His lips crashed back to mine stealing my breath with such a romantic but forceful kiss. We both moaned as our tongues danced, enjoying every second we were joined. There was another knock on the door and I pulled back. I licked my lips, enjoying his taste. He pulled me back for another quick peck.

  His eyes flicked down to my chest and he smiled again. “I love that you’re so forgetful.”

  Chuckling, I told him, “I’m not forgetful. I just hate folding laundry.” I climbed off his lap as he stood up too. I turned just in time to see him adjusting the swell in his jeans. Glancing back to his eyes, I raised my brows with a smirk.

  “I like red,” he replied and then he smacked my ass hard.

  “Ow!” I yelped.

  “Yeah, I really like red,” he told me again. I laughed as I slipped my shirt over my head and adjusted it into place.

  What was I thinking? I started this. I gave him the green light, right? Hug. Who am I kidding? If my best friend and her fiancè hadn’t shown up, Clark and I would be on the floor fucking like rabbits.

  I STARED at Clark’s hand, which just wrapped around my shoulders as he leaned in and pointed to something on the menu. What it meant, I had no clue. I inhaled his deep woodsy scent wishing we were in the middle of a hay field fucking. Like rabbits. His hand cupped my shoulder and sent shivers throughout my body. Within that same moment, he retreated.

  I glanced his way and he shot me that sexy smirk he has. He knew exactly what he had done. His eyes told me as they flicked down to look at my breasts. I could feel them too. My nipples could cut a mirror.

  “Are you all right, Aubrey?” Vanessa asked across the table.

  “Hmm?” I swallowed, unsure if I really was. “Yes. Thank you, I’m just trying to figure out what to order.”

  From the corner of my eye, Clark took a swig from his beer bottle just as I felt his hand wrap around my jean-clad thigh. His fingers grazed along my core right before he pulled back.

  All through dinner it was like that and I wanted to question whether or not to continue and give in to him at home. The problem was every time I began to try to think rationally, he would touch me in some way. Usually in a way that no one else could see. And if I tried to close my eyes to try to gather my thoughts, visions of the two of us entwined naked would appear. My heart beat so rapid, my breaths shallow and needy. I couldn’t think straight.

  As soon as we got back to our apartment and shut the door, I was slammed against the back of it. Clark’s hands roamed over my body, gripping my breasts tight through the fabric of my top while his mouth crushed against mine. The smell of his cologne attacked my senses blocking out any rational thought.

  The way his tongue entangled with mine blurred my vision of anything that might surround us. The feel of his hair as I pulled him closer to me spurred a moan from my throat that seemed foreign. I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like I couldn’t control anything I did. Especially when I ran my hands under his t-shirt feeling every muscle of his taut stomach.

  Moans and the sounds of our mouths clashing against each other echoed throughout the apartment as we continued to try walking backward without tripping, while ripping and tugging at each other’s clothes.

  We couldn’t get them off fast enough.

  “Oh fuck, Aub,” he moaned when we reached the back of the couch. He pressed me against it as he tugged my shirt and began to lift it up over my head, but left my arms tangled in it behind my back. He closed his eyes momentarily and inhaled deeply.

  Please don’t stop, I begged him
in my mind and implored him with my eyes.

  The moment he opened his eyes, pinning his gaze back on mine, I knew we were both going for it. His eyes grazed my body now standing before him in just my red bra and jeans. My arms were locked behind my back while my chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath.

  The devilish look in his eyes spurred my excitement. I shook my head so my hair would fall back as I looked at the ceiling and begged him silently to make another move. Maybe he wouldn’t. What if he thought of me differently with all the saving I’d made him do?

  I didn’t have to wonder very long. The strength of his grasp, as he cupped my breasts through my red lace bra, made me gasp with pleasure. The satin strap of my bra slid off one shoulder as his head dipped down. The moment his lips touched the tender skin of my breast a rush of need shot through me. I moaned and inhaled deeply, hoping the slight move would inch his head down just a little more.

  The cool air hit my hard peak as he pulled the cup of my bra down. The warmth of his mouth as his tongue encircled my taut nipple, shot pure pleasure through me. “Ohh,” I moaned as he continued to suck and nip to tease me. I wanted so badly to pull him tighter to me, but my arms were still bound behind me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. I was his to devour and he was doing his job very well.

  The warmth continued to spread through my body as he gripped both sides of my waist and licked my stomach as he made his way down. When he popped the button of my jeans open, I became even more eager. I whimpered which caused him to look up at me, giving me a sardonic smile as he licked his lips. I watched as he tugged at my zipper and then slowly shimmied my jeans down my legs.

  “Mm, matching lace panties. Fuck yeah,” he murmured. I mashed my lips together and inhaled anxiously, needing his mouth on me. His soft lips touched the silk of my panties and I could feel his hot breath on me. I bucked my hips forward needing his mouth on me.