by K. Langston
Faster.
I cursed her sweet name. The release only served to relieve the ache filling in my hand. I had no idea what to do about the one burning in my chest.
When I went through Tabitha’s bag to find her pills, I took the time to program my name and number in her phone. I’d sent her several text messages over the last few days, asking how she was feeling, if she needed anything. She was ignoring me, and it was beginning to piss me off. Once I was dressed for work, I sent her yet another text. This time, I wasn’t so gentle.
I’m coming for you.
Her response was immediate.
And you are…
Don’t play with me. You know exactly who this is.
It’s so hard to keep up these days.
You’ll pay for that.
Oooh…is that a threat, Mr. Big Bad Attorney at Law?
Keep playing and you’ll find out.
There was a long pause before my phone chimed again.
Stop stalking me.
Define stalking.
Look it up, lawyer boy.
Shaking my head, I took note of each indiscretion.
It’s only considered stalking if the attention is unwanted. And judging by the way you got off on my hand Saturday night, I know you want me as much as I want you. Which I’ll admit, is pretty fucking bad.
A few minutes passed without a response.
So I added…
I hope like hell you run that pretty little mouth like this when we’re face to face. It will give me a good reason to put something in it. Shut you up for a while.
It certainly shut her up for a good forty five minutes. I didn’t get a response until I was seated in my office, having my first cup of coffee.
Changing my number, psycho.
She only wished it were that easy to get rid of me. I had several cases to review and needed to be in court soon, but the only thing I could think about was a mouthy little redhead and the many ways I wanted to make her mine.
“Here are the files you requested, Mr. Shaw.”
My fantasy was short lived and my hungry cock lost his appetite when my intern, Amanda Sharp, walked into my office. She stood in front of my desk, gently laying the manila folders in front of me as her lips tilted up in a seductive smile. Glancing over her shoulder, she leaned forward on a whisper. “Will you need me to stay late tonight, Mr. Shaw?” One week ago, I would have bent her over my desk, had my way with her, and sent her ass back to work. Today, I had no desire for her whatsoever.
“No,” I said firmly, slightly unsettled by the fact that my cock only had a craving for one woman. I punched the air, checking the time. “We have to be in court in one hour. You better be ready.”
“Yes sir. I’ll be ready,” she said with confidence before walking out of my office.
That’s it, absolutely no more fucking the staff.
I checked a few emails before shutting down and packing up for court. I was almost to the elevators when I heard Brent calling my name. Brent McMillian, son of Eldridge McMillian, was not only my sister’s fiancé, but my best friend. That was until six months ago when I found out he’d been sleeping with my sister for the last two years.
Now, I couldn’t stand the bastard.
“Mia asked me to give this to you.” Brent shoved a black envelope in my direction with ‘Barrett and Guest’ scrolled across the front in silver ink.
I shook my head, shoving the envelope inside the pocket of my coat. “She sent you to do her dirty work?”
“She thinks you’re still pissed.”
“I am still pissed.”
The asshole scoffed, shuffling his feet. “It’s been six months. We’re getting married for fuck’s sake.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to accept if you two would have told me in the beginning, instead of sneaking around behind my back.”
“We didn’t tell you because we knew you would react just like this.” Where the hell was the elevator? “I love her.”
Part of me actually believed him. But that part was far too small to outweigh the doubt. “You better.”
I loved my sister, and I wanted to be happy for her, but knowing Brent, I wasn’t sure I would ever be ok with this.
The best part about a first kiss
is right before the first kiss.
~ Brett Davern
I’m coming for you.
What the hell did that mean? It meant squirming all damn day, fantasizing about all the ways he could shut me up. The anticipation was killing me. I had no idea what to expect from him and that excited me even more. The better part of my week had been spent right here, touching myself and thinking of all the wonderful ways Barrett could make me his. When I wasn’t fantasizing about having his face between my legs, among other things, I was praying like hell I would never hear from him again. I should have known better. Barrett had text me on Monday, asking how I was feeling and if I was having a good day. I stared at that text message for a solid hour, excitement dancing in my veins at the prospect of someone caring how my day went.
I never responded.
On Wednesday, he sent another text asking if I would like to go to dinner and if I’d had any more headaches. Again, I ignored his text… but I couldn’t ignore the butterflies in my belly or the constant ache he’d created between my thighs. Then, last night he asked if my fingers were broken. I couldn’t respond because my fingers weren’t broken, but they were busy. Same as they were right now. I slipped them beneath my panties, remembering the way he touched me at the concert. Dripping with wet heat as I circled my clit, memories of that night spurring me on.
A heavy knock at the door immediately snuffed out my release. Was this seriously my life? I would give anything for a decent orgasm from a source other than my hand or a useless toy. Smoothing out my dress, I checked my reflection in the mirror near the door to make sure I didn’t look like a woman who’d just been masturbating. No such luck. I not only felt like a sex deprived nympho, I looked like one too.
Awesome.
Looking through the peephole, the heat in my cheeks intensified. I flung open the door, my drenched pussy clenching in appreciation. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Barrett was dressed in a black suit, a red power tie, and a hunger in his eyes. “Told you I was coming for you,” His brows furrowed as he peeked over my shoulder. “Do you have company?”
“No, why?”
He cocked a brow and a knowing grin pulled at his lips. “Your face is flushed. What have you been doing?”
“Nothing.”
Collecting a step, he held my eyes. “Have you been touching yourself?”
Blood drained from my face. My heart, which was already wreaking havoc in my chest, now lodged firmly in my throat. “No.” My weak voice was a betrayal, giving me away.
The son of a bitch smiled like a toothy lion as he backed me inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Reaching out, he circled his strong hand around my wrist, bringing my trembling fingers right beneath his nose. Nostrils flared along with the wild flame in his eyes. “You were touching yourself.” Taking my two middle fingers inside his mouth, he wrapped his hot tongue around each one.
Oh God.
He sucked my middle finger slowly, his burning blue eyes trained hard on mine. “You touched yourself in my bed too, didn’t you?” How the hell could he have known that?
Unless…
“I found your panties.” He released my wrist. “Were you thinking about me when you came in my bed?” His hands moved to my ribs. Those tempting lips were only a breath away. My mouth watered. I didn’t move an inch, even though I was dying to feel his mouth on mine. “I’ve been thinking about this since we met,” he said, sliding his hands up to rest beneath the swells of my breasts. My poor lungs begged for air. “You were wearing this sexy, low-cut dress.” Shaking his head, he grinned at my breasts. My nipples welcomed his touch. “Every time you bent over, I wanted to fuck these,” He palmed each one, gently at first, then
harder. Shame tried to burn through the desire, but Barrett quickly stomped it out. “I want to be everywhere. Between your tits, between your thighs, on your lips,” His cool breath feathered across my lips, teasing me. “But for now…”
Barrett dropped to his knees, full fucking suit and all. I should have told him no. I should have pushed him away, but I didn’t say one damn word. The fire inside my chest and between my shaking legs told my brain that no one would ever have to know. This could just be our dirty little secret. Looking up at me, his hands bunched my dress at the waist, and then he pulled my panties down with his teeth.
Oh God, his teeth.
Then his hot mouth covered my clit, tongue rubbing back and forth as I brought my right leg up to rest on top of his shoulder. My hand found his hair, fisting tight and grinding myself against his hungry mouth.
“Yes,” I breathed, encouraging him to take more.
Take it all.
Barrett lifted my other leg to his shoulder, taking on all my weight before sliding me up the wall. My head was nearly touching the ceiling, but he never let up… savagely devouring every single inch of me. Barrett took my clit between his teeth, nipping then sucking over and over again until I came. Harder than I ever had before, in the mouth of the man that I could never have.
Fuck my life.
I searched for air as he gently lowered me to my feet. “You taste as sweet as I thought you would.” He licked his wet lips. “Sweeter.”
Is this guy for real?
I hadn’t even kissed the man yet and he’d already worked his way beneath my skin and panties. Regret came crashing in quick, robbing me of my temporary high. To add to the conflicting emotions, the empty feeling that usually followed never came. The knowledge that he could fill that void even a little had me wanting more.
Barrett smoothed back his unruly locks and straightened his tie. After he pulled a hand down his handsome face, he folded his arms across his chest, exuding confidence. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looked as if he’d just conquered the world. “I read online that orgasms help with headaches.”
“Do you offer that service to everyone you visit, or just me?”
“Just you.”
I bent over to retrieve my panties. “What are you doing here, Barrett?”
He snatched them from my hand, tucking them inside his coat pocket with a smug smile. “Told you I was coming.”
Hands fixed on my hips, I cocked one brow and returned his cocky smile. “Well, turns out I came for you. That it?”
Sharp eyes gave warning before he brought his watch up to check the time. “I wish I didn’t have a client to meet. I would spend the rest of the night showing you all the ways we can come together.”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “I can come on my own just fine, thank you.”
“Yes, but doesn’t my tongue feel so much better than your hand?”
“Get out.” I ordered.
Barrett collected a step. “No.”
“Now!”
Both hands shot out, griping the sides of my neck. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
Lips on mine.
Hard.
Deep.
Slow.
Oh, so slow.
His lips were fire, melting the ice that had been frozen in my veins for far too long. This kiss held possibility. This kiss gave me hope. Barrett whispered his thumbs across my heated cheeks as he slowed the kiss. The sensations burning through me were impossible to control.
Whoa.
“Dinner tomorrow night. I’ll be here at seven.” With a whispered kiss to my bottom lip, he was gone.
You will not sleep with him.
You will not sleep with him.
You will not…
I’m going to fuck his brains out.
Tossing and turning for hours last night, sleep evaded my anxious mind. Dread settled in my bones as I stepped into the shower, the hot water rushing over my skin, waking my tired mind. Shoving Barrett aside, I focused on what I needed to do today. The last time I was face to face with my father, he’d called me selfish and ungrateful and I’d all, but outright blamed him for my mother’s death. This was absurd because cancer claimed her life far sooner than any mother should be taken from her child, or the man who loved her. We were angry, using words to cut deeper than any weapon could. From the moment we found out my mother would not live to see my eleventh birthday, my father became a different man. Any connection we once shared died right along with her, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to fully restore it. I did everything I could to please him, thinking that was the only way to win back his love. In the process, it only made me more miserable and ultimately, became our demise.
Walking in the coffee shop, I spotted him right away. I hadn’t seen him in a few months, but he looked like he’d aged several years. His hair appeared to have more grey and the wrinkles around his eyes were more prominent. None of that surprised me. He buried himself in work; it was the only way to avoid me and the past. I swallowed back the tears, ignoring the burning pain in my chest as I took a seat across from him. Silence descended. My nerves working themselves up enough to cripple my mouth and mind. I thought about the reason I was here and what I needed to say, but the words wouldn’t come.
Would he even care?
I didn’t bother with pleasantries. My father was the kind of man who liked to get straight down to business. No beating around the bush. Going big… I went for it. “Do you ever think about her?”
We rarely spoke of my mother after she passed. My father tip toed around her memory like a land mine. “Think about who?”
“My mother. Your wife. Her.”
He shifted in his seat, whispering harshly across the table. “Is this why you called me here?”
“Yes, don’t you think it’s time?”
“Time for what?”
“To remember. I want to know about the woman you fell in love with. I want to know what made her fight so hard to stay in this world. How are we supposed to have a relationship if we don’t remember the past? We share the same one you know.”
“How are we supposed to have a relationship if you lie to me?”
I lifted my chin and straightened my spine. “I did not lie. I was too afraid of disappointing you to speak up and tell you what I wanted. So I let you decide for me. There was a time when I thought I wanted to follow in your footsteps, and who knows- maybe someday I will, but for now I want to teach. Teaching makes me happy.”
He shook his head, releasing a frustrated sigh. “You have a medical degree collecting dust while you play school. You’re just like her. Stubborn as hell and completely irresponsible.”
That was the first time he’d ever compared me to her. Even though it was slightly offensive, I smiled inside. “I’m sorry I hurt you dad. I truly am, but can’t we move past this? Haven’t you been pissed long enough?” A glimmer of regret swam at the surface of his dark green eyes, but it was quickly swapped with impatience.
“I need to go.”
“Dad, please.”
Standing, he shoved his hands inside his pockets. “Doesn’t matter how hard she fought. She still lost.”
Looking up at him, I silently pleaded for him to try. I needed him right now. I needed his love and guidance more than ever. But he continued to ignore a past I was trying so desperately to face. Leaving my words on the table, he walked out. I would have to find a way to deal with this on my own.
Alone.
Cross-legged on the sofa, I sipped from my glass of wine, trying to calm my nerves. Would she be able to tell that I’d broken one of the sacred rules of friendship?
Never orgasm at the tongue and hand of your best friend’s ex.
I hadn’t thought about any of this all day, considering everything I was faced with this morning. Only now, after a few glasses of wine, did my overworked mind remember the fact that I was keeping secrets from Maddie while eagerly anticipating my date with Barrett.
Some frien
d you are.
After a few deep breaths, I tapped FaceTime and within seconds, Maddie’s bright smile filled my screen. “Hey girl,” I greeted, returning her smile.
When I first met Maddie, I had no idea what to think of her. On the outside, her innocent blue eyes made her look timid and weak, but she was a spitfire on the inside. Smart and beautiful, she harbored enough sass to fill a dozen mason jars and a take no shit attitude to go right along with it. When she flew home to help care for her father after a heart attack last year, she came back in love. It happened in the span of a week and at first, I thought she’d lost her damn mind, but after meeting Holden and seeing them together… they made perfect sense.
“What cha doing?” Long locks of chestnut hair hung loose around her shoulders, curled at the ends. Those blue eyes were warm and wide.
I raised my glass of red. “Working on bottle number one, how about you?”
She laughed, lifting a glass of white. “Waitin’ on the hubby to cook me dinner.”
“Where is that gorgeous man of yours anyway?”
“Mowin’ the yard.”
“Lawn boy and cook? You’re one lucky bitch, you know that?”
“Right?! Trust me… he reminds me every day just how lucky I am.”
“So, are you excited?” Maddie asked.
“Hell yeah, I am…. only one more month until school’s out!”
With a little squeal, she beamed with excitement. “I can’t wait! Oh shit, I almost forgot, guess what?”
“What?”
“Archer proposed to Katy.”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Yep, bought her a huge chocolate rock, took her to Paris, the whole shebang. It was so romantic. They’re gettin’ married after the baby is born.”
“Hold up… what baby?”
“Katy’s five months pregnant. Bitch kept it from me until just last week. I had a feeling she was keeping something from me. But I had no idea it was a freakin’ baby. Five months and she’s hardly showing.”
