Fatalism

by LK Collins

  “Do you want to go to bed?” he finally asked.

  I nodded my head. “As long as no one minds. I think I need a nap.”

  He scooped me up and carried me to my bed. He didn’t even wait for the girls to answer. He pulled back the covers, nestled me in, and sat next to me as he ran his fingers through my hair. I wanted to talk with him, to ask more about Lincoln, and if he had found someone to start looking for him, but I fell asleep.

  When I woke, I felt like it was morning. I checked the clock on my nightstand and it read 5:37pm. I’d only slept for a few hours, but felt rested. Vincent wasn’t in the room, and his side of the bed was untouched. I went into the living room. The girls were there, but he wasn’t. Bridgette was putting the last of her things in her suitcase.

  “Did you have a nice nap?” she asked.

  “Yeah. It felt great. Are you heading home already?”

  She walked over to me and slung her arm across my shoulder. “Yup. I have to get back to school if I want to graduate on time. Thank you for everything. It was great to reconnect, even if it was under these circumstances.”

  “I’ve missed you. I’m happy you stayed with us. You’re always welcome.”

  “Don’t say that because I might be needing a place to live after I graduate, and your couch might have to tolerate me for a while.”

  “Wherever I am is your home.”

  Cara and I both hugged Bridgette and said ‘goodbye’ to her as we walked outside to her car. We loaded her suitcase and waved as she drove off. I missed her already.

  It was still warm and sunny out. Cara and I sat on the porch, and I noticed Vincent’s car was gone. I knew he had left, and I found it strange for him to leave and not tell me.

  “Did Vincent tell you where he was going?”

  “He said he was going home. He left a note on the counter for you. Do you want me to grab it?”

  “Yeah that would be great, thanks.” I said as I pulled my knees up into my chest and wrapped my arms around them.

  She came out and handed me the note. The outside of it was in his handwriting, and it simply read, ‘Beautiful.’

  I unfolded the paper and read his heart felt words.

  My love, I’m sorry to have left you sleeping, but I wanted to do something special for you tonight. Please meet me at my house at six o’clock. Only yours, XOXO, Vincent

  “What does it say?”

  “It says that I have to be at his house at six o’clock.”

  We hopped up and ran inside. Cara grabbed my purse and gave me a hug. I tightly hugged her back, ran to my car, and peeled out of the driveway. I called Vincent on the way, but he didn’t answer. He always answered.

  Crap, Crap, Crap.

  I took the back roads because I knew the highway would be busy with rush hour traffic. I made it in record time, pulling into his round driveway eighteen minutes late.

  I raced up to the house and ran through the front door. I could hear music playing and the place smelt divine. Vincent wasn’t in the front room, so I ran into the kitchen. I could see him through the glass wall; he was sitting outback on our favorite lounge chair. He was leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and running his hands over his face.

  I went to the door and opened it. He heard me and stood, turning around. I saw the pain on his face, and I ran to him. I jumped into his arms and clung to him. He caught me like he always did, as if I weighed nothing. I looked into his eyes and watched as the pain diminished. I was so thankful to be in his arms.

  “You’re late,” he said.

  “I tried to call you.”

  “You did?” he asked, surprised, and reached his hand into his pocket for his phone. He came up empty handed.

  “I must have left my phone inside. If you would just move in with me, we wouldn’t have these problems.”

  I took a deep breath. I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling.

  “Talk to me.”

  “I don’t how else to say this, but I’m scared. I’m worried that things with us are moving too quickly. If I move in and we add working together, then you’ll get tired of me.”

  He squeezed me tighter. “Why would you think that? I’ve told you that there is no one else in this world for me but you. That’s why I want you to move in, so we can be together all of the time. Alexa, I Love you. I love you more than anything in this world, and those are not even the right words to describe how I feel for you. You take my breath away every time I see you. What I feel for you, It’s more than love, you are my one and only, and I want to live together so I can give you the world.”

  I was moved beyond anything by his words. I crashed my lips to his, and he walked us to the lounge chair, setting me down first and then covering me with his massive frame. Our mouths worked together, and our bodies molded to one another like the last few pieces of a puzzle clicking in place. I reached my hands up and ran my fingers through his soft strands. He pressed his erection into me, and I wanted him inside me in that moment. I pulled away and stopped kissing him.

  “I need you. Now,” I said.

  “I know.”

  Dinner was amazing. Vincent had prepared a three-course meal and my favorite dessert, s’mores. After we ate, we relaxed in the hot tub and gazed at the stars. This was the happiest I had ever felt. I had never known love until now.

  “Baby, that tickles,” I said.

  “I know.”

  “Then why do you keep doing it?”

  Vincent kept running his hand up and down my side.

  “I can’t get enough of your body and how your skin feels under my fingers.”

  I climbed on him and straddled his lap. I started tickling him. Granted, I used more force that he did with me, but I was trying to make a point. He squirmed underneath my touch and laughed.

  “Okay, okay. I get your point.”

  I stopped tickling him and held his face in my hands. “I love you.”

  He started to tickle me again, and I bolted off him and out of the hot tub, diving into the pool. Before I hit the water I heard him say. “I love you too.”

  When I came up for air I looked in the hot tub, but he wasn’t in there. I searched around the pool and couldn’t see him either. Then he pulled me under by my leg and wrapped his body around mine as we floated to the surface.

  “You can run baby, but you won’t get far. You’re mine.”

  “I know, and you’re mine.”

  “Damn straight, and I want the whole world to know it.”

  “You know, you’re really light for a man that’s over six feet tall. I like carrying you. I like you letting me control situations. That’s one of the things I love about you; you haven’t taken my control away.”

  “You can control me anytime. How about we go inside, and I’ll let you do anything you want to me,” he said.

  “Really?” I asked.

  He grabbed my hand and led me out of the pool. We grabbed our towels and I took his hand leading him inside. When I looked back at him, he was so cute. His hair needed a cut and hung on his forehead. His free hand clutched the towel around his waist and desire burned in his eyes. I loved that I could do that to him.

  We went into the bathroom, and I turned on the shower.

  “We have rules tonight, Vincent. You’re not allowed to do anything unless I tell you that you can. Do you understand me?”

  He nodded his head.

  “Good. Drop your towel.”

  He did, immediately, and I let mine fall. He stood before me, naked, and sexy as hell. I pushed him back against the wall next to the shower and dropped to my knees. I grabbed his cock and kissed it up and down. He tipped his head back and moaned with pleasure. I squeezed him hard, and a small drop of cum escaped the tip. I licked it off and slid him into my mouth sucking as hard as I could. Going as far down on him as I was capable and then back up again. Since Vincent was so big, there was no way I could fit him all the way in my mouth. I took my left hand and cupped his balls, massaging the
m as I continued to suck. A low moan escaped his throat as he thrust into my mouth. I pulled him out and stood up.

  “Did I say you could move?”

  He smiled at me. It was fun playing this game with him.

  “No, you didn’t, but your mouth felt amazing.”

  I pressed my index finger to his lips. “Did I ask you how it felt?”

  He shook his head, looking so cute.

  “Mr. Mileski, are you going to have a hard time obeying my rules?”

  “I can follow your rules. I promise.”

  “Good.” I turned his body around and walked him into the shower, holding onto his hips.

  The water felt amazing cascading over our bodies. I could tell he wanted to touch me, but he knew better.

  “Sit,” I commanded, pointing to the built-in tile seat. He did as I asked, and I grabbed the soap, pouring a little into my palms. I started at my neck and worked the soap into a lather, running it down my body. I pressed over my hard nipples and caressed them slowly. His eyes burned with avidity when I touched myself like this. I turned around, facing away from him, and continued to stroke each leg, one at a time, over and over. I bent slowing, pushing my ass in his face. I stood up and slipped falling back into his lap. He caught me, and then removed his hands. I reached for them and placed them back on my hips.

  “They can stay,” I said in a hushed voice.

  Reaching between us, I took my hand and caressed it over my sex and down to his dick. I fondled both of us, moving up him and over my clit. I lifted my legs and rested my feet on either side of his knees, spreading my legs open far and wide. I took his hand moving it over my pussy and working it in just the right friction.

  “Fuck, baby. That’s so hot,” he said.

  When I stopped moving his hand, he didn’t falter. He continued to work my pussy in the perfect rhythm. I reached up and squeezed my breasts with both of my hands. My body went into an intense rage from us working together. I twisted my solid nipples in between my fingers, and Vincent lifted me guiding his cock inside of me. I moved my body up and down, and he worked my clit with his deft fingers. He was rubbing it to the point of almost coming, and my movement’s caused me to be nothing but sensation. I loved him being inside of me, there was nothing I enjoyed more than the euphoric feeling I had when we made love. I balanced myself with my hands on his knees and slowed my movements up and down. He stopped the assault on my clit and gripped my hips tightly guiding my body as I devoured him. I pushed myself back against him, feeling the pleasure inside of me jump like a wild fire moving from tree to tree.

  I wanted more and moved as fast and as hard as I could, indulging in my greatest habit. I wanted to come hard, and give him the same feeling.

  “Kiss me,” I commanded.

  His lips were on my neck kissing and sucking,

  “Touch me,” I said.

  He knew just what I wanted and took his hand off of my hip and rubbed my clit again. The feeling of his hands on my body and sucking on my neck sent me over. I came hard and long, slamming down onto him. I felt him pour himself into me while his body spasmed under my control.

  I slowed my movements and rested back against him. He wrapped me in his arms and gingerly kissed my neck.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you too. Thank you for that.”

  “You can control me anytime. You’re so fucking hot when you do it.”

  “Really? Well you give me the confidence to do it, babe.”

  “You don’t need confidence from me. You’re perfect, Lex.”

  “Will you please make your phone stop ringing?” I moaned into my pillow.

  Vince leaned over me to grab it off of the nightstand. “There. It’s on silent. Are you happy, crabby ass?”

  I pulled the covers over my head.

  “I’m not going to have you living here acting like this every morning. You’re like an angry grizzly bear coming out of hibernation.”

  “Fine then, I won’t move in,” I snapped.

  “Oh, you’re moving in, there are no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.”

  I contemplated on when I was going to move in. I hoped that Cara would be cool with it. Wait, who was I kidding, she would be elated.

  “I know I am, but my morning attitude is not going to change. I have been this way my entire life. Get used to it.”

  He laughed and hopped on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. I loved the way he looked at me. He looked into me, not at me. He saw what was on the inside.

  His phone rang again, vibrating on the nightstand, and I threw my arm over my face. He kissed my nose and answered it.

  I tried to make out who he was talking to and what they were saying. Vincent didn’t speak much. I ran my hands up and down his body, feeling every curve and contour. He said ‘okay’ and ‘yes’ a few times and then hung up. His eyes never left mine the entire time he spoke.

  “That was the investigator I hired. He found Lincoln. He lives about an hour outside of Denver.”

  “Wow, are you serious? That was fast. What else did he say?”

  “He’s going to email me the file in a little bit.”

  I took my eyes off of Vincent’s and looked through the skylights; the sky was grey, and I looked like it would rain. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I could sense he was still staring at me.

  “You’re staring,” I said.

  He laughed and nuzzled my neck, still running his fingers through my hair. “Can you blame be? I’m worried about you though. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I don’t know. Part of me is excited and the other part is scared. I really don’t know what to do.”

  “I think that’s natural. Baby, you just had a bomb dropped on you that you might have a brother. That’s not easy news for anyone to handle. What do you say we look at the e-mail and then decide how to proceed? You may not even be related, don’t get ahead of yourself, okay?”

  Knowing that he was going through this with me made things that much easier. In my entire life, I never felt like I had anyone to depend on. It was only myself. Decisions were always made on my own, regardless of how hard they were. With Vincent, it was easy to let that all go and allow him to guide me, to guide us.

  “Okay, let’s check the email, but can we please go to breakfast?”

  “Sure, where do you want to go?”

  “I don’t care, you choose, as long as they have eggs and coffee, I’m sold.”

  “You’re so easy to please.”

  “I really am simple.”

  He lifted his head, and looked so relaxed. I loved to see him like that. He leaned his head back down and kissed my neck, slowly sucking on the tender skin. He moved his mouth along my throat and down my sternum. He leaned on his side and pulled the sheet down, exposing my nipples. His mouth wrapped around one while his hand traveled down my body until he reached my sex, he dipped into the smoothness with two of his fingers. Slowly he slid them inside of me, moving in and out. Each time he pressed his fingers deep inside of me his palm grazed my clit.

  “God, that feels so good,” I murmured.

  “Mmm, You like my fingers, baby?”

  I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head.

  “Don’t be quiet. Not now since we’re alone. I want to hear you. Let your body go, especially when you come.”

  I whimpered and then squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure building inside of me became stronger. I spread my legs wide and pushed against Vincent’s hand. His mouth was back to loving my body. He drenched me with kisses as if he couldn’t control himself. He slowly sucked on my nipple tugging on it hard, and I cried with pleasure.

  “Let me hear you, baby. You sound so fucking sexy.”

  I was lost in that moment, about to come. I was being greedy and enjoying the pleasure holding onto my orgasm as long as I could. I imagined Vincent fucking me with his big cock, and when he sucked on my hard nipple again, I exploded, throwing my head back into the pillow and screaming hi
s name. His two fingers worked the inside of me, leaving me senseless. He held my nipple in his mouth and then flicked the hardened peak back and forth. I cried again and finally had to pull away from the pleasure. I stared at him with heavy lids and smiled.

  “Wow,” was all I could say.

  “Are you ready for breakfast?” he asked.

  “Of course, but I want to make you come.”

  “And you will, later. This was for you, baby.” He kissed my sex and jumped off of me, naked and hot as hell.

  It wasn’t long before we were dressed and out of the house. The drive across town was nice. It was still cloudy out, but so far, no rain.

  We pulled up to a huge restaurant that sat nested on a hill. There were expansive windows and a large staircase leading up to the entrance from where we parked. I grabbed Vincent’s hand as we headed up the stairs.

  As we entered, we were greeted immediately, and the hostess sat us by one of the large windows, in the corner. The tables all had white linen table clothes and were spread far apart.

  The waitress approached our table and said, “Welcome to Simms, my name is Meredith. What can I get the two of you to drink this morning?”

  “I’ll take a coffee,” I said.

  “The same for me as well.”

  “Great, I’ll go grab those while you two look over the menu.” She left us with the most endearing smile.

  We scanned the menus, and I quickly decided, closing mine and looking outside to enjoy the view.

  “What are you going to get, babe?” he asked.

  “Biscuits and gravy. What about you?”

  He laughed at me. “Really? You said you wanted to go somewhere that served eggs. Here we are, they are world renowned for the best eggs benedict and you decide on biscuits and gravy.”

  I nodded my head and leaned over to him, reaching under the table I stroked his thigh. It’s a good thing Vincent always sat next to me as my hand quickly traveled to his waiting cock. I slowly rubbed it while I stared into his eyes. He twitched under my hand, and I knew he was putty after that moment.

  I stopped and sat back in my chair. “You were saying?”