Wherever You Will Go

by Stephanie Smith

  A warm hand grabs my forearm as I’m nodding my head to the music and daydreaming in my own little world. My eyes shoot to the stranger next to me, and the first thing I notice is his warm eyes. There is gentleness and sincerity staring back at me instead of the lust and creepiness I was expecting which is normally found in guys at bars.

  His mouth is moving and I shake myself out of my daydream realising he is talking to me. I lean forward so he can talk in my ear. The music is so much louder down here than upstairs.

  “What did you want to order?” he says as he gestures to the bartender who is waiting and watching me with annoyance written all over his face.

  Shit. “Sorry, just two bottles of water please,” I tell him.

  He gesture two fingers towards the bartender and mouths something to him. His understanding is obvious as he instantly grabs two bottles of water out of the fridge behind him. He throws them down on the bar and the stranger next to me lifts his beer to the bartender.

  Holding out my money towards the stranger he shakes his head and leans in again.

  “Don’t worry about it, it’s on me. What’s your name?”

  “Brooke,” I tell him as I slide my money into my back pocket.

  “Dan.” He holds out his hand for me to take, and he has a strong and confident shake. I think about Nate always saying guys with pansy-ass handshakes were pussies. Laughing, I come back to the moment and realise I’m still holding this stranger’s hand.

  “Sorry.” I giggle as I quickly pull my hand away.

  Dan laughs at me and steps in closer so we no longer have to talk into each other’s ears. “Are you having a good night?”

  “Yes, it’s been great,” I tell him, smiling. “We’re having a girls’ night out, and it’s been forever since I’ve been out drinking and dancing. How about you?”

  He rolls his eyes at me. “I’ve given up on dancing. My buddy has been stalking his prey for nearly an hour now, and I think he’s about to pounce,” he says as he gestures towards the dance floor.

  Following his glance, I see a blond guy, tall and broad-shouldered, currently running his hands up and down Harper’s body. I crack up laughing and Dan nods and rolls his eyes. “See,” he says frustrated.

  “No, it’s not that. That’s my friend Harper,” I tell him, still laughing.

  “Oh fuck,” he says realising he just told me his friend is trying to get into my friend’s panties.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I say, placing my hand on his forearm. “Harper is a big girl and can take care of herself. She doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to.”

  Dan nods and smiles at me. “Shall we join them then?”

  Returning his grin, I grab his hand and lead him to the group. Rachel raises her eyebrows at me as I approach and I shake my head at her, signalling it’s not what she thinks. I don’t bother with introductions as no one is going to hear me anyway.

  Dan and I continue holding hands as we dance together. It’s innocent and enjoyable as he twirls me around and around under his arm. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.

  As a new song intro starts I immediately hear it’s Joel Fetcher’s remix of “Swing.” “God, I love this song,” I shout as I let loose and begin shaking my hips.

  The words alone make it impossible to keep my hips still. Dan laughs at me as he steps into me and grabs my waist. His hands stay in the friendly zone, and I’m so glad to be able to meet a nice guy out and not have him groping me like I’m a stripper.

  Placing my hands over his, I continue shaking my hips. As I lose myself to the music I run my hands up his arms and over his shoulders to hold on around his neck. I close my eyes, enjoying the fast beat and letting the heavy bass of the song flow through me.

  My eyes shoot open as I feel two strong hands grab me low on my hips. Dan’s eyes go wide as a strong, warm body steps up behind me, pushing against my own.

  I know that body.

  Gripping her hips so tightly she can no longer shake and shimmy them, I try to gain some kind of control over my anger. What the fuck is she doing?

  As I step up behind her and hold her tight against me, the douche touching her releases his hands and steps back. Good idea, buddy. Brooke hasn’t turned to look at who it is, but I know from the way her body relaxed into mine that she knows it’s me.

  “What are you doing, Brooke?” I say into her ear, trying to keep all traces of anger out of my voice. If she was mine¸ if I wasn’t so scared of pushing her away, I would have picked her up and thrown her over my shoulder and carried her the fuck out of here.

  She turns her head slightly towards me. “I told you it was girls’ night tonight,” she says defensively.

  “You know what I mean.” I grip her hips harder and pull her against me tighter as my control begins to snap.

  She turns around in my arms and steps out of my embrace. “Saxon …” She’s frustrated and becoming flustered as she tries to find her words.

  I don’t think about it as I grab her hand and begin to pull her off the dance floor. I don’t miss the curious looks from the two blondes, the confusion on Rachel’s face, or the smirk on Harper’s.

  I couldn’t care what any of them think or if any of them find out. I actually wish they would. I want everyone to know Brooke is mine.

  I don’t care how she feels about what we are doing, what she thinks it is—she is mine. I wanted to stake my claim on that dance floor. Tell that douche he better not put his hands on what’s mine and then take Brooke into my arms and show everyone exactly who she belongs to.

  Of course I couldn’t do anything because I live in a constant state of panic, watching everything I say and do, living in the fear of scaring her off.

  Dragging Brooke out of the club and into the dark hallway, I head straight to the end and try Henry’s office door, hoping it’s unlocked. I know he’s not here tonight, and no one will bother us in there.

  I wonder what Brooke will think when she finds out how I manipulated her girls’ night out. I’m sure Harper will tell her how I convinced her to bring the girls to this club instead of the dirty underground club they were going to. No doubt the VIP treatment and free drinks sweetened the deal for her.

  If only I could be honest with Brooke and tell her I wanted her at a club where I knew the owner and could give her special treatment.

  No, I can’t be honest with her. I can’t tell her how she is constantly on my mind, constantly stealing my thoughts and controlling my actions. Tell her how much I want to make her mine. How much I want to love and protect her, even though my head screams at me to run. I don’t love anyone but myself, can’t love anyone but myself. I’m not even whole enough to give her. I know though, without any doubt, if she’d take me I’d give her all I have.

  I breathe a sigh of relief as Henry’s door opens. Stepping aside, I usher Brooke in before following her and closing and locking the door. I turn to find her leaning up against the desk as if she’s trying to get as far away from me as possible.

  “What were you doing, Brooke?” I don’t beat around the bush. I want to know what she’s thinking.

  “Should we be in here? Are we going to get in trouble?” she asks worriedly.

  “Don’t worry about it. Tell me, Brooke. What were you doing out there?” My tone is icy, and I feel like a fucking prick when her eyes go glassy.

  “Nothing, I was just dancing. What’s the problem, Saxon?”

  “It looked like more than that to me. Getting comfy and close at the bar before he had his hands all over you on the dance floor,” I tell her, not taking my eyes off her face.

  “How long were you watching me?” There’s definitely shock and maybe a little annoyance in her voice, and my mind once again battles with pulling back or pushing on. “It was nothing, we were just having fun dancing.”

  I decide to push on. Stalking towards her, I place my hands on either side of her hips on the desk and cage her in. I lean right into her face and stare into those
warm brown eyes as she leans back, trying to put some space between us.

  “If you want to have fun, feel someone’s hands on you, you come to me,” I tell her forcefully. My voice low and controlled. I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding. “You need to feel something, need to work something out, you come to me. All your needs are mine to meet.”

  My jaw is tight, and I struggle to keep calm. Brooke looks up into my eyes, and I can see the wheels turning. She’s thinking hard about what I’ve said, and I can’t have her thinking too much about it. She’ll run, panic, and I would have fucked this all up.

  Placing my hand behind her neck, I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her so close to me that our noses are almost touching. I breathe over her lips as I stare into her soft gaze, wishing I could read her damn mind.

  I want to tell her she’s mine, demand she never let another man touch her, hell, even look at her. Knowing I can’t stake my claim with Brooke, I decide to show her instead.

  I pull her into a hard kiss and she instantly relaxes into me. My kiss is demanding and controlled, and when it takes over her mouth Brooke doesn’t fight it at all.

  Taking hold of her hips, I give them a squeeze before lifting her to sit on the office desk. She opens her legs for me, and I naturally gravitate to her. I step between her thighs and align our bodies perfectly.

  Brooke’s arms are wrapped around my torso, and she’s holding me tight. I break our kiss to look down into her eyes, now hazed with lust. “Whatever you need, Brooke, you come to me. I’m here to look after you, to meet your every need. You need money, a favour? You want a hug, a cuddle, or a hard fuck? You come to me. Don’t be afraid to ask, and under no circumstance are you to go to anyone else.” Her eyes are wide; I’m scaring her. Softening my face I tell her gently, “I’ll do anything for you.”

  She stares fiercely at me, and I can’t stand the scrutiny. I can tell there’s a lot rolling around in that beautiful head of hers that she wants to express. Scared of what that might be I choose not to let her as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against me as I take her mouth once more.

  I need her. I need to feel that she is mine. I break our kiss once more and slide her off the desk onto her feet, immediately undoing her jeans. I slide them down her legs until they are sitting around her ankles.

  Turning her around, I push her forward and she lies stomach down on the desk, knowing exactly what I want. She has a black lacy thong on and my dick jumps with excitement. She has the hottest fucking ass I’ve ever seen, small and tight.

  I push her top up before I rub both my palms over her bare cheeks, enjoying her soft skin. I can’t help but squeeze them tight as need builds in me. She moans and without thought I lean over and bite one of her ass cheeks. Brooke yelps out and then moans as I lick and kiss where I’ve just bitten. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard.

  Using one hand, I undo my slacks and push my briefs down, releasing my cock while my other hand continues caressing her ass.

  Pulling her thong down to her thighs, I lay my cock between her ass cheeks and push forward and back, enjoying the friction it causes. Pulling back, my cock pokes her entrance and Brooke grasps. God, what I wouldn’t give to take her ass. I know she’s not ready for that, not only for the physical side of it, but the emotional too. How much trust she needs to have in me, and how it would connect us in a much more intimate way. I will have it, no doubt. Even if I have to wait forever. I will have her.

  Not wanting to freak her out, I move my cock from her ass cheeks to her folds and begin sliding along the wet path. My tip rubs her clit as I push forward and her moan pushes me over. I can’t wait any longer. I need her. Need to have her. Need to feel her and know I’m the only one who gets this. I’m the only one she’s giving herself to.

  Grabbing a hold of her hips I pull her ass up in the air so she’s standing on her tippy-toes and I push inside her in one hard thrust. Both of us moan at the same time as I push hard and quick inside her. There is no build up, no taking it slow and gentle.

  “God, Brooke,” I moan, biting my bottom lip to hold in all the things I really want to say. Telling her she’s mine, and how no other man will ever have her. How much I care for her and want her.

  Fireworks begin at the bottom of my spine, and I thrust harder into her. It’s three more thrusts before Brooke calls out my name and her beautiful pussy squeezes me like a vice, milking my hard cock. I quickly pull out of her and place my cock between her ass cheeks again, thrusting once more before I come all over her back.

  A small smile plays on my lips as I look at myself all over Brooke. I’ve marked her. This is the next best thing, since I won’t come inside her without a condom.

  Running my fingers through my come, I spread it along her perfect skin. There is no better sight.

  Looking up our eyes meet and I realise she’s been watching me. She doesn’t say anything, and her face is expressionless. Her eyes are heavy, and I notice she’s gone limp in my arms. My hands holding her hips are the only thing keeping her standing.

  I slowly lower her hips until her feet touch the floor. “I’ll fall,” she says worriedly.

  “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you,” I say in a soft, soothing voice. Reaching for the box of tissues on the desk I grab a couple and begin cleaning her off, as much as I don’t want to.

  Slowly I pull her thong back up and in place, before I palm her ass again and lay a light kiss on each of her perfect ass cheeks.

  I stand her up and turn her to face me. Holding her in my arms, I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.

  Looking to her, her eyes are soft and happy, and she has a dreamy smile on her face. I pull in a quick breath, and not for the first time, I feel like banging on my chest. I want to fist pump the air. I put that look on her face. I make her feel that way.

  Smiling back at her, I lean forward and place a quick kiss on her lips before bending over and slowly pulling her jeans back up, running my fingers over her skin along the way.

  She breaks out in goose bumps, and I smile slyly. She can’t help her reaction to me as much I can’t control my reaction to her. Maybe there’s hope for me yet.

  Heading into Nate’s games room, I find him sitting on the floor in front of the TV playing ‘Knockout Kings 2000.’

  “Hey,” I mumble, lying on the couch.

  “Hey,” he responds, too wrapped up in the game to really pay any attention.

  We sit in silence, which is not unusual for us, as I watch Nate get annihilated in the boxing PlayStation game.

  “Saxon, darling,” Jeanie says as she enters. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

  “I came in the back door.”

  “Are you staying for the day?” she asks as she fluffs the cushions on the couch I am lying on.

  “If that’s all right?” I sit up, getting out of her way.

  “That’s fine, sweetheart. I’m taking Nate shopping this afternoon for some school books and supplies. Come with us and we can grab you some as well.” She places her hand lovingly on my shoulder.

  “Thanks. That would be good.”

  “Are you excited to start your sophomore year?”

  “Yeah, I guess.” I didn’t want to admit how excited I was. How I loved going to school every day because it kept me away from home and away from my mother’s drunken snarls and my father’s angry outbursts.

  “Good. Well, we’ll be leaving in an hour or so.” She squeezes my shoulder before she exits the room.

  I lie back on the couch and cross my ankles.

  “Is it all right if I stay over tonight?” I ask Nate while staring up at the ceiling.

  “You’ve practically been living here all summer.” He laughs. “I don’t think you even need to ask anymore.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” I let out a deep sigh.

  He pauses the game and turns to face me. “You all right?”

  “Yeah. Dad just came home early from work and he and Mum were going at each oth
er.”

  “What about?”

  “Who knows? What do they ever fight about?”

  “Wanna talk about it?”

  “Nah,” I sigh.

  Nate turns back to the TV and resumes his game.

  “You know you can come here whenever you want, right? Mum thinks of you as her own anyway,” Nate says quietly.

  “Thanks, man.”

  We sit in silence for a bit longer as Nate continues on with his game.

  “You won’t be there forever, you know that right?” Nate says. “Soon we’ll be off to college, living and partying together and until then, you can stay here as much as you want.”

  “What? You’re not going to college and moving in with Susie Hayes?” I chuckle.

  “Shut up, man. The only time I’ll ever live with someone besides you will be when I’m married.”

  “Married? Man, I’m never getting married. I don’t want to end up like them.”

  Nate nods in understanding. “Want a turn?” He holds out the controller.

  Men. Such strange creatures. I don’t think I will ever understand their way of thinking. I knew exactly what Saxon was doing, coming on me like that and rubbing it all over me. He may as well have peed on my leg.

  He is so confusing. All the images and thoughts I’d had of him, things he says, the stuff he does, it’s all so conflicting, and I wonder sometimes if I still don’t really know the true Saxon.

  After he’d dressed me slowly, we carefully headed to the closest bathroom to clean up. He sent me in the ladies’, telling me he would meet me outside. I know I’ve been lingering longer than I should, but I don’t think I can face him until I’ve somewhat gathered myself together.

  I watch as various women enter the bathroom, do their business, wash their hands, and reapply their lipstick. I’m still here, looking vacantly at myself in the mirror and stalling.

  Running my fingers through my hair, I try to give it a quick comb through and have it resemble something similar to how it looked before. I reapply my pink lipstick and decide to deal with this mess head on.