The Most Eligible Bachelor: A Texas Love Story

by Bella Winters

  I take her nipple in my mouth as she rides up and down me which causes Serena to flip her hair back, to toss her head back, and to pick up the pace. My cock is hot and trembling, I can barely keep it in any longer, the whole day of foreplay is overwhelming me already.

  “Stop, stop.” I gush, pushing her off me. “Just... give me a moment, I don’t want to lose it too soon.” Every time I’m with Serena I want it to be special, and this is no different.

  “What’s wrong?” Serena gasps. “Don’t you like it?”

  “I like it too much, that’s the problem.”

  I rub my hands over the soft skin of her butt trying to calm myself down. My head spins with emotion and feelings for Serena, I don’t know where I am anymore. This right now feels dangerously close to love. The closest that I’ve ever been to love anyway. While she’s making me feel this good I feel like I could easily marry her and that we could go the distance.

  There’s something about Serena...

  “Do you want me in another position?”

  Oh fuck, that question is too much, it’s almost killing me. I want her in every single position, every way possible, but I suppose I have to pick just one for now. “While you’re in such a naughty mood I want you on your hands and knees on the rug on the floor... but you need to get rid of those panties first.”

  She steps back from me and slides her underwear down tantalisingly slowly. I bite down on my bottom lip as the thrill level builds to maximum again. I can’t even remember where that shy woman I first met went. Now she’s a damn goddess, she’s so sexy that it hurts. She’s like a damn fantasy from a magazine or something, too good for me.

  “Oh you’re so beautiful,” I gasp. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

  Then she kills me by following my command exactly. She gets onto her hands and knees and peers back at me looking like something from a movie. “Come on then, what are you waiting for.”

  I strip down too, taking off absolutely everything then I move behind her. I slide into her and grip onto her hips as I thrust in and out of that perfect butt of hers. The sweet girl has officially been corrupted by me, but I think that she might have corrupted me along the way as well.

  I lean forwards to play with her clit, but since she’s in such a filthy mood today that she’s already playing with herself. That is so fucking hot, I know I can’t keep it in much longer. I shudder, I judder, my thighs tense up and soon the pleasure explodes free from me. I fill her up and her muscles clench around me as she succumbs to an orgasm at the same time as me. It feels fucking incredible to cum together. It brings those feelings for her floating to the surface all over again.

  I need to be careful, I need to ensure I don’t say something stupid like I love you. I want to be really sure before those words ever come out of my mouth. I might feel it right now, but I need to be clear headed before I say anything.

  “That... was... something else.” Serena collapses to the floor and I go with her. I wrap my arms around her and hold her to me while we both attempt to catch our breath again. “That was a long time coming today,” she laughs. “But totally worth the wait.”

  “I want you to message me like that every single day when I work, but at the same time I know that if you do my company will collapse around me.”

  I push myself into a standing position then I hold out my hand to her. I grab onto her hand and pull her up too. With her beautiful skin glistening in the light, it’s hard for me not to pull her back in and take her all over again.

  “Shall we go to bed?” I ask her breathlessly. “I can order take out and we can stay there all night long.”

  “Thank God I don’t have to work tonight, that sounds incredible.”

  We walk up the stairs hand in hand, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so content. My body is calming down now, the orgasmic bliss is fading, but the feelings remain. I still really like her, I still think she could be someone that could be my wife... maybe... one day... I don’t know, I certainly don’t feel like that’s something I want to push as far to the back of my mind as possible anymore.

  Maybe I’m changing, just that little bit more.

  “I love your bed,” Serena moans as she collapses into it. “I know I have my own room down stairs but this is honestly the best place in the whole damn world. I just hate it when you try to drag me out of it.”

  “Well you can stay in it as long as you want because my bed likes you in there too.”

  I move into the bed next to Serena and I pull her into a hug. As she tucks under my arm she fits there perfectly, making it seem even more like she might be the one for me. How can my mother be right when she doesn’t even know Serena? How can she know how I’m feeling before I do? It’s insane.

  “What do you want to eat then? I can call any take out in the whole city.”

  “Oh I do love that about the city,” Serena replies happily. “Back at home we didn’t have anywhere to get take out food. I don’t mind what we have, it’s your choice entirely.”

  It’s weird how much I like doing normal things with her, just hanging out and eating. For anyone else that’s just normal, the sort of things people do the entire time, but for me that’s huge. It wasn’t that long ago that I didn’t ever think I would do that with anyone. I assumed that I loved the party life style and that I would never want to change.

  Serena has thrown a curve ball in and changed absolutely everything. Her sweet, easy going nature has altered everything and I’m so very happy.

  “Pizza,” I tell her while reaching for my cell phone. “I’ll order us a pizza. You like pizza, right?” I already know that she does, I know lots about her now.

  “Great.” Serena looks adorable as she snuggles in deeper to the covers. “Sounds absolutely perfect.”

  The moment is so wonderful, it’s so perfect, I honestly don’t think anything will be able to tear us apart. Not my mom and her silly comments, not anyone. Me and Serena really do have it all. A bright smile plays on my lips as everything just feels wonderful.

  Chapter Sixteen– Serena

  That’s so adorable that your boyfriend has come into work with you,” Tia, another one of the bar maid’s says quietly to me. I much prefer her to the shot girls, even though I don’t know her too well yet. She’s much more friendly and there seems to be a lot less drama with her. I can slowly see her becoming my friend. “He’s super hot too, which is awesome.”

  “I don’t know if I can definitely call him my boyfriend yet,” I reply coyly. “But yeah it’s sweet that he’s come here.” I give him a cheeky wave which he responds to, despite the fact that he’s surrounded by other business men that he’s talking to. “He’s very kind.”

  “So, wait, you live with him, he follows you to work, he gives you that protective look all the time... but he’s not your boyfriend?” She makes a disbelieving sound. “Nah, girl, I think you’ve locked him down and you don’t even realise it.”

  God, I hope that she’s right. I really hope that Ben is mine. I don’t want to ask him because things aren’t supposed to be getting complicated between us.

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  I continue washing the glasses, but over the top of them I admire Ben. Maybe that is a protective look in his eyes, or maybe he just wants me again. Whatever it is it sends a powerful shiver racing up and down my spine. It brings a cheeky smile to my lips and makes me think about what will happen later when we get home. Our sex life gets steamier every single day and I like that. I always can’t wait to see what he has next for me.

  “Yeah, girl, he definitely isn’t yours,” Tia teases. “He just brings that glint to your eye for no reason. You’ll be married next and still not convinced that he is yours.”

  There it is, another sign. It seems that everywhere I look there are indications of weddings everywhere. It’s almost as if the universe is telling me to just get on with it and marry Ben already, despite the short time we’ve known one another.

  I would
as well, I would marry him if that’s what he wants.

  “What about you?” I can’t discuss Ben anymore, it’s making my head spin. “Are you with anyone?”

  “Oh well, I was with this jackass, Mike.” Her expression turns sour, I can tell this isn’t going to be a story that ends well. “But as it turned out, he was also dating one of the girls who used to work here at the same time. A blonde, Jenny her name is.”

  My blood runs cold. She can only be talking about my Jenny, but I don’t remember any guy named Mike. Then again I didn’t ever really get to know any of her flings. There were more late night hook ups and they didn’t stick around for long enough for me to speak to them.

  I glance at Tia out the corner of my eye wondering if I should tell the truth. Will Tia blame me too if she knows I was Jenny’s roommate, probably at the time they were both dating the same guy. Oh well, judging by the timing, definitely at the same time. Then again, do I want to start our potential friendship on a lie?

  “I erm, I used to live with Jenny.” Tia shoots me a look, one that isn’t very impressed at all. “But I don’t remember anything about a Mike.”

  A thick silence clings to the air for a moment, I wonder if everything is about to dissolve as quickly as it began, but then thankfully Tia’s face begins to thaw. “Oh well, I’m not surprised that you don’t know him. Mike is definitely a late night sort of guy... not like your Ben.”

  I breathe out a sigh of relief. “I’m sure Jenny didn’t know about you either. She isn’t like that.” I don’t think anyway. I’ve never thought her to be that sort of person. “And Mike sounds like a loser. You’re better off without him.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it. Now I’m just single, but it’s okay. I’m loving it.... oh...”

  Her eyes travel over to where Ben is and by the way her expression pales I can tell it isn’t good. I almost don’t want to look myself, but my head turns regardless as if my body has a mind of it’s own. There I see a sight that makes my heart stop dead in my chest.

  “Holy fuck,” I mutter in shock. “What the hell?”

  He has the most obviously beautiful red haired woman with massive round balloon type breasts pressed up against him. While Ben doesn’t necessarily look impressed by what she’s doing, he isn’t doing anything to push her off either, and judging by the way she’s touching him in a very familiar way it seems that she’s definitely touched him before...

  Possibly in a sexual way.

  I feel frozen to the spot as I drink this sight in. I guess I always assumed that he had an extensive past, but having his past thrust into my present isn’t pleasant at all. It makes me see all the other women that he’s probably been with, every single one of them more beautiful than me. My insecurities fly to the surface, I feel shitty, like I don’t deserve Ben which is probably the truth of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been good enough for him.

  “Who is that?” Tia rasps next to me. “Do you know her?”

  “No,” I reply with tears in my eyes. “No I don’t know her at all.”

  I want to be strong. I wish I could just take this on the chin and not think anything of it, but I can’t. Sickness swirls inside of me so violently that I fear it might burst free from my lips at any moment. The walls are closing in on me, panic is tearing through my veins, if I don’t get any breath into my lungs soon then I might just explode.

  “I have to go to the bathroom.” I push past Tia with my vision blurring. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

  I don’t look at anyone as I race through the bar at a million miles an hour. I keep my gaze on my feet. I do notice the tears splashing downwards, hitting my feet as I go but that doesn’t make me stop. I need to get into the bathroom, I need privacy, to feel everything that I’m experiencing inside.

  I push the door open, gasping loudly and I practically fall into a stall. Once inside with the door locked I let the tears stream down my face. I’ve been kidding myself, living in a fantasy world, believing that everything is perfect. Inside Ben’s home it is, it really is, but when we bring us out into the real world it just isn’t anymore. We can’t hide away, I can’t day dream about getting married when surely soon enough this might all crash and burn. I need to think with more realism in my heart. This isn’t some fairy tale, it’s real life. I need to remember that.

  “Hey!” a brass voice calls out as the door swings open. I rapidly brush away a couple of stray tears and suck in a breath. “Bar girl. Serena, or whatever your name is. You in here?”

  My heart hammers rapidly, I don’t know what to do. Do I answer this unfamiliar voice or do I act like I’m not here? I assume it’s the red head which could mean that I’m about to have a very awkward conversation. Then again it might teach me more about the real Ben, not just the one that I’ve built up in my mind. If I’m going to go into this properly, with all the information to hand, then maybe that’s something I need to face.

  “Y... yes,” I stammer as I try and clear up my face with a tissue. “I’m here.”

  “Oh good.” I hear her body slam up against the bathroom door which makes me automatically take a step back. “Because I have something that I need to say to you. My name is Marie, you might know me I’m quite a famous glamour model around here.”

  “Yes,” I lie since I haven’t actually got a clue who she is. “Okay.”

  “Right, well I’ve just been speaking to Ben, who by the way I have been dating for years and years.” She’s an ex? I thought he didn’t have any girlfriends. Then again, maybe he’s a liar, I can’t totally rule that out yet. “And we last hooked up a few weeks ago. Probably just before he met you.” That honestly makes me feel sick to my stomach. I wretch over the toilet, but nothing comes out. “And he still wants me. I’m sure you can understand that, I mean you have seen me.” She laughs in a way that suggests she really believes it. “Of course he still wants me. He always comes back to me.”

  “I...” I need to say something to defend myself. I can’t just take this lying down. I might be a pathetic weakling, but I don’t want her to know that. “He’s with me now.”

  “Oh yeah, he just told me that, but that doesn’t mean anything. He always comes back to me. Always.”

  I can’t take it anymore, I need to look her in the eye. I don’t want her to think that she’s totally got me beat. Even if she’s right, which there’s a good chance she might be, I need to come out of this with some for of dignity.

  I push the door open, knocking her backwards which shocks her a bit and I stare into her eyes with a fire burning from me. “I don’t know who you are, Marie, but I’m telling you now that I don’t care what you say.”

  “Try saying that without a shaky voice,” she laughs nastily. “Then maybe I might believe you.” She steps closer to me, towering over me in her sky high heels, and I have to admit that her overt sexiness has me intimidated. I feel like nothing. “Little girl, you might think that you’re the one to tame Ben, but you aren’t. He will soon get bored of you because you’re drab. He needs someone like me, someone beautiful and willing to let him go to do what he wants. We’re both free to be with other people but we always end up back together. He just can’t resist these lips.”

  She stalks away from me, confident and tall leaving me like a deflated balloon. I want to sag right down, to collapse to the ground, my shaky legs almost do, but I just about manage to keep upright.

  My eyes flicker over to the mirror and I examine the mess that I’ve become. My dark hair is chucked back into a messy bun that takes no effort, I have no make up on, my body is nothing like that of a glamour models... maybe Ben will get bored of me. Maybe he will go back to Marie, or someone like Marie. Am I kidding myself? Am I really being foolish?

  It’s just lucky that I have my nest egg to keep me going if I need to move on. It isn’t much now, but it’s better than nothing. It’s a good job that I kept my position. If I had nothing then I would be really screwed right now.

  I just need to get back out there wi
th my head held high. That’s all. Screw Marie. I just need to look like I’m confident... even if I don’t feel it.

  I suck in a deep breath and smooth my hair down, then I nod to myself. I have a job to do and it’s a job that I might need to keep more than ever. I need to just face the situation, whatever it might be.

  Chapter Seventeen – Ben

  Fucking Marie, honestly what a nightmare.

  I shake my head as she finally climbs off me and on my command and walks away from me. It’s taken some real time to get her to realise that I’m actually with someone now and I’m not interested in her anymore. Even if something happened to destroy me and Serena I can’t see myself ever going back to her. She’s not attractive to me in any way now. I can’t see past the brashness and over the top nature of her look.

  I take a massive swig and scan my eyes up to the bar. I hope Serena didn’t see Marie acting like a slut then, and if she did I want to explain so she doesn’t get freaked out, but she isn’t there. Tia is alone serving drinks. I don’t think too much about that, she could be clearing glasses, out in the cellar, or doing anything else... but then Marie swishes right past me with a smug look on her face.

  “I guess I’ll be seeing you real soon then, Ben,” she purrs at me as she races past me in a cloud of overpowering perfume. “Real soon, judging by the conversation I just had.”

  “What do you mean?” I call after her. “What conversation...?”

  But it’s too late, she’s already gone, leaving me in a state of semi panic. Marie has a manipulative nature, she can twist anything into whatever she wants. I dread to think what she might have said... especially if she’s been talking to Serena who’s disappearance is now worrying me a lot.

  I push my chair back and race to the bar to grab Tia’s attention. “Where’s Serena?” I ask. “I need to speak to her right now.”

  The disapproving look that Tia gives me suggests that they both saw Marie draped all over me. That makes my heart sink even further. Things have been going so well with me and Serena, too well, the last thing I want is for this to mess things up.