I feel giddy when I hear an engine pull into my driveway. Peering between the slats on the blinds, I see a black BMW with dark, tinted windows. Devin gets out, his long hair blowing in a light breeze. A royal blue, slim fit button down clings to hard muscles topping off expensive jeans.
It should be a sin for a man to look this good. I can’t believe that he wants me this much, a man this stunning.
I move away from the window, fearing being caught and him realizing just how eager I really am. The doorbell rings, and with a deep breath I move to open it.
His smile makes the memories of last night dance in my head, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. Eyes drift up and down the length of my body.
“Hey there.” He grins.
Feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush, I stifle a giggle.
I’m so pathetic.
“Hi,” I breathe the greeting.
Devin steps in; his boots fall heavy on the floor. The wind whips my long skirt around my legs.
“You ready?”
Am I?
Soon I’m in his car and on the way to his apartment, nerves settling in my stomach as he glances over at me while he shifts gears.
Before long, I’m led into a beautiful apartment. All chrome and glass, black and gray decorations. I set my bag down on a black leather chair and turn to find him staring at me. Before I can open my mouth, he closes the gap between us and I’m silenced by blue eyes and blonde hair that falls into his handsome face.
He pushes the jacket gently off my shoulders, turning me afterwards.
“Let me see these bruises.”
I bite my lip as he slides the zipper down my back, pushing the cloth open to reveal my back. His fingers brush my skin lightly, my eyes drift closed. I feel a gentle touch in one spot after another.
“Why did you let me do this to you?” His voice is gentle.
I’m surprised by the softness in his tone. I look over my shoulder and catch a sideways glance of him staring at my back.
“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t realize it at the time. It’s just a couple of bites.”
He nods, brushing my hair off my neck. “Does it hurt?”
“Just a bit sore.” I shrug.
My heart thunders when I feel tender lips pressed to my shoulder. He moves from one bruise to the next, butterfly kisses on each one.
“I’m sorry.” The words touch my skin feathers. Deep rolling chills quake through my body with every whisper, every touch.
“It’s nothing,” I say, quietly.
He turns me, forcing my eyes to his when he takes my face in his hands. His demeanor today is such a far cry from what it was last night, I’m silenced. I’ve no idea what to say, what to do.
I’m not ready for this. For him, for someone else to look at me like this. As much as I want him, this touch, for him to take me away, I can’t get the look on Andrew’s face out of my head. Like I’d destroyed him.
Holding my face, he drags his thumb across my slightly parted lips.
“What did you tell him happened?”
I swallow.
“I didn’t explain. I told him I didn’t owe it to him anymore.”
If I’m honest with myself, playing the pissed off card was the easiest way out of the situation. I was terrified. I don’t want either of these men to know that though. I don’t want to get so close to Devin that I’m sharing what’s in my heart. My heart still belongs to another.
“If he gives you a hard, time, tell me.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from his face. I can taste his fingers on my lips and it’s making my breathing shallow.
“Why would you want to know?”
“So I can handle him.”
I nod slowly. I feel like he’s hypnotizing me as he leans in and touches full, soft lips to mine. The kiss is slow and deep, not hungry and almost violent like it was last night.
He pushes gentle hands into my hair instead of pushing my dress the rest of the way off my shoulders. “I’m sorry I hurt you, baby,” he whispers against my lips, taking my mouth in another slow, deep kiss.
I can’t help but reciprocate. No one has ever caused sensations like this in my body before.
When his lips drift down my jaw line, to my neck, his hands move to my shoulders, I scramble for my senses.
I’m not ready to do this again.
“Hey, what’s for dinner?” I chirp, pulling away.
His looks at me confused, as if he doesn’t understand the question.
“What?”
“Um, you said we were having dinner, right? What’s for dinner? I’m starved.” I’m actually not hungry. Too much has happened and my appetite is dead.
“Oh… uh… I thought we might cook together, after….”
I blink. He wants me again. I bite my lip, torn in two by desires of my flesh and the direction of my heart.
“Can we cook now? I’m… really sore….” I stumble. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.
He grins at me, grabbing my hips, and pulling me into his body.
“Cora, I have other ways to take care of you. Trust me, it won’t hurt.” He nibbles my lips.
I reach for something, anything in the recesses of my brain to say to stop this without upsetting him, hoping he might understand. Devin slips both hands up my dress, his lips on my throat as one of his huge hands slips into the front of my panties.
I whimper, large fingers slipping deep between my thighs, moving in slow deliberate motions.
Andrew. Damn it.
I grab Devin by his hulking wrist and look at him with a silent plead in my eyes.
“Devin, I need time. I’m-”
He furrows is brow, his fingers stilled in between my legs, but still causing tremors in my body.
“You’re kidding, right?”
I shake my head.
“No, please don’t be mad at me. I’m just a bit overwhelmed, I think,” I say, softly.
His blue eyes darken a bit, his smile fades.
“You’re telling me no? After all that last night? You fucked me like five times. Did you,” he pauses, studying my eyes, “are you tired of me?”
I stare up into his perfect face; he seems stunned. Hasn’t anyone ever told him no before?
“No, no of course not. I… I… I’m just exhausted. Are you mad?”
He withdraws his hand, leaving me aching and cold. I watch as he holds my eyes, licks his fingers with a wicked, slow smile.
Good God. If he only knew how hard saying no really is.
“Baby, I know you’re going through a lot, let me take you away.”
Once more, he reaches for me, I move back. “Devin, I really want you, but I need to think. I just need a break.”
His smile fades, the lust becomes something else, something colder. He runs a hand through his hair and considers me for a minute with a sigh.
“But you still want me?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“I don’t get it.”
I can tell. “I’m sorry.”
He blows out a long, deep breath.
“Fine. Let’s eat then I guess.” The enthusiasm is gone. The gentle, sexy rumble in his voice replaced by something else as he passes me into the kitchen, opening the fridge and tossing steaks out onto the counter.
With a sigh, I follow him.
***
Devin
I sit, perched on the footboard of her bed, wings unfurled, fist clenched, when Xander strolls into the room.
“She turned me down,” I growl. “No one has ever turned me down.”
“Pardon? You must be joking.” There is laughter hidden in his tone.
I leap off the bed, proceeding to pace like a caged animal.
“No, she turned me down. Told me she was overwhelmed. No one has ever refused me. No one.”
“So fix it, should be easy enough. You already fucked her.” He laughs.
I glare at him, running two frustrated hands though my hair.
He gets up, s
lapping me on the back.
“Calm down.”
“You don’t get it. I had my fingers inside her… and she stopped me. She wanted it, and she stopped me. No one has ever been able to resist me. Not once. She’s stronger than I imagined, and her love for this fool she’s married to.”
“Come on, you can handle that. Jealousy has him all turned around. He will hate her when this is over. Get under her skin, Devin.”
I jump onto the bed, crouching over her like a wild beast. I drag my nose down her neck. The scent of sex is strong.
“She’s dreaming of me.” I breathe deeper.
“See, you’re still in the game. Don’t be a moron just because of one time. But make sure it doesn’t happen again. We are here to keep them apart.”
I nod.
“Don’t let your pride screw this up.”
I don’t answer, instead I breathe in the smell of her dream and slide my hand into her panties.
Xander rolls his eyes and walks out.
***
Cora
I’m at my desk when my phone rings. I’m surprised to see that it’s the clinic. I grab for the phone; maybe they have my results.
“Mrs. Davies, are you available to come in this afternoon?”
I swallow. “Is everything alright?” They want to see me, today?
“I don’t know ma’am, but they’ve asked that you come in.”
“What time?” I glance at the clock.
“I can squeeze you in at two, is that alright?” Clicking in the background.
“I’ll be there.” That’s an hour from now.
“All righty, we will see you soon.”
After hanging up, I sit back heavily. They tested me for God knows what, something must have come back.
Damn, what if it’s serious? It’s times like this I would have called Andrew. Sometimes he would be there for me, sometimes not. After his little show yesterday, I’d rather deal with this by myself.
I get there right at two and I’m ushered into a small exam room by a nurse. No interrogation, just a smile and “He will be right with you,” is tossed my way, and the door is shut behind her.
I pace. I hope everything is okay.
Moments later, the door opens and closes and I’m faced with the hottest doctor I’ve ever seen. And now, I’ve seen him naked.
His eyes fire when he sees me.
I gulp and lean on the exam table.
“Is everything okay? Did my results come back?” I squeak.
He sets down his tablet.
“No, your blood work is still out. Takes a couple weeks for those tests. We have to send one of those to a special lab, takes forever. I need to examine you though, hop on the table and undress.”
He leans back and crosses his arms.
Undress?
I glance at the table. “What? Last time you said-”
“Do you argue with all your doctors?” He raises an eyebrow at me.
“No.”
“Well then.” He waves at my clothes. “Off.”
“Can I have a cover?”
He smiles, bending to retrieve a paper drape from a drawer, hands it to me.
So I undress, slowly. My skin flushes an ever deepening shade of crimson under his gaze as I fold my clothes, hop on the table covered with a paper cover.
He watches my face as he pulls out the stirrups, gingerly placing a foot in each one, forcing my legs wide.
Oh, God.
His eyes drift down, he licks his lips. Suddenly, I realize why I’m here.
“Devin…,” I whisper. “You can’t be serious….”
He smiles, slipping his hand up my thigh.
“We might get caught!” I gasp. He thrusts two fingers inside me, stifling my groan with his other hand over my mouth.
The scent of his skin, the feel of his touch cripples my sense of reason. He leans over me, growling in my ear. “Give it to me.”
Pressure already building, I grip the edge of the table and fall backwards, arching into his hand. My moans muffled against a huge paw of a hand.
In just moments, I burst, exploding against his thrusting fingers, bowing off the table as he holds my moans captive with his hand over my mouth.
Before I’m done, he releases me.
“Jump down.” His order is rough.
I’m turned around and bent over the table. In a split second, I hear his pants unzip, I feel him, there.
“Someone will see,” I protest, weakly.
“So what. Let them get their own.” My heart rate skyrockets. I white knuckle the table.
“Oh, Devin.” The words tumble out of me as I feel him push himself between my thighs. He bends over me, his chest to my back, hand back over my mouth as hard and hot skin just resting there, rubbing, teasing me as he slides his free hand up my back and weaves his fingers into my hair.
He groans in my ear.
The ache increases exponentially.
“Oh, God…,” The words are muffled. “… please.”
What is happening to me? But I can’t stop it, I need it too much. God it almost hurts I’m throbbing so badly.
Before I know it, I’m in the middle of it. Hands planted, sweat rolling down my back. My legs would have buckled if he weren’t holding onto my hips.
I’ve never known sensations like this, lights flash in the edges of my vision with every thrust. Vibrations run to my very bones with every dig of his fingers into my hips.
I’m sure to be bruised again, but as I burst I don’t care. Groans break from my throat that I can’t stop, only quieted when he reaches around and covers my mouth to catch my moans in his hand. I’m blinded by climax. For a short moment, I literally can’t see, my vision swims in darkness.
Moments later, after he pulls out, my legs buckle and he catches me, pulling me against his hard body.
“You okay?” The words are muttered against my ear.
I turn my head, finding the fire back in his eyes that went missing last night.
“I don’t even know.”
I laugh, he smiles. He turns me and pulls me into a kiss.
Honestly, it’s kind of nice to be this wanted. Knowing someone is this hungry for me make me a little dizzy, gives me a little spring in my step that might not have been there before.
Maybe it won’t hurt to have a little fun.
Chapter Seven
Andrew
Eric watches me pace in his garage, now a weight room, as he pushes a weighted barbell up again and again in a bench press. My reflection paces with me along one, mirrored wall. My feet fall silently on a cushioned floor as he watches me out of the corner of one eye.
“Are you going to do something besides walk?” He grunts.
“What’s wrong with her? She’s not like this. I can’t believe she took some guy home.”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“And why would she go for a guy like that? All that hair.”
“Dumbass… hello?”
“I’ve known her since I was fifteen years old. She’s never even had a one night stand. She used to go on and on about how sex shouldn’t be meaningless, and she doesn’t understand how people can do it so casually. She’s only been with two guys, well three now,” I ramble.
Eric sits up and wipes his face with his tee shirt. “Hey man, stop.”
I finally stop walking and face him.
“What?”
“You’ve been obsessing for a week about this. Why don’t you just ask her what the hell is going on?”
I start pacing again. “I did that when I found him there. She wouldn’t talk to me.”
“Well I hate to say I told you so-”
“You think this is my fault?” I glare at him.
He moves, picking up dumbbells and starting to do shrugs.
“You left and she tried to talk to you. You said she kept calling and calling and said you weren’t ready to deal with it. So, maybe she got tired of waiting. Maybe she thought you weren’t ev
er coming back.”
That sick, hollow feeling I’ve had since this happened grows in my gut.
“She’s not the type to give up easily on what she believes in.”
He drops the weights with a heavy thud.
“Maybe she stopped believing in it, man. You’re driving yourself crazy. It’s either going to work out, or it won’t. This mess isn’t helping.”
“I refuse to believe that.”
He sighs, as if I’m some hopeless, love sick fool. “Then do something about it. Get her back from him. You love her, he doesn’t. Remind her of that.”
I sit down on the bench, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees.
“I close my eyes and all I can see is her with him. I know we are separated, but I still feel betrayed. I can’t get it out of my head. I’m sure you’re right, this is partly me, I fucked up, but this isn’t her. I can’t buy that she gave up bullshit. I don’t know.”
“Well, sounds like he does. So you better figure it out.”
I look up into my cousin’s sweaty face, knowing he’s right. I don’t have time to sit around on my ass and cry over myself while some loser is taking her from me.
“You would take her back after this?” he asks me.
I look down at the floor. Deep down, I know I would.
“I think so. It’s not like she’s cheating on me.”
“You feel responsible, don’t you?”
I swallow the gnarly ball of guilt that rises in my throat. It’s a strong label, responsible.
“I don’t know, but you’re right. I’m not accomplishing anything by sitting here.” I walk off, headed back inside to grab my keys.
***
I get to the house at a quarter to six. Her car is here, so I jump out of mine and cross our front yard. As I head up the steps, debating on if I should knock on my own front door, it opens in my face. I stare down at my wide-eyed wife, looking fresh and beautiful. Beautiful for someone else. She has on a pink top and tight jeans, high heels. Her dark hair is cut in perfect layers that frame her face. It twists my guts, knowing that she did this for him. I want to grab her by her arms and push her back inside, but I just stand there for a moment, staring at her, unsure of what to say.
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