Fantasies Unleashed

by Skylar Sinclair

  The men seated at the bar ranged in age from what seemed early twenties to gracefully old age.

  Bella set her purse down and rested her elbows on the bar as one of the two bartenders approached her.

  “What’s your pleasure tonight?” The very attractive bartender asked. With his roguish grin and dark smouldering Latin looks, she bet he never wanted for female attention. He was dressed in a spotless white shirt—which amazed her considering all the mixing and serving of drinks—and skin tight black slacks that outlined his very impressive endowments. She could make out his soft, yet very long cock, hung to the left and hefty nuts weighing in his pants.

  “Can you make a pomegranate martini?”

  “With my eyes closed,” the handsome bartender replied, as he whipped up a martini glass and set it in front of him. With rapid reflexes and sure moves, he mixed the ingredients in a shaker, vigorously shaking the mixture. The muscles in his arms becoming pronounce and defined bundles beneath the white of his shirt.

  He then strained the ruby-red mixture into the glass, adding of a twist of lemon to the glass rim as garnishment.

  “Here you go, one pomegranate martini, complements of the house.” His smile sent a tingle of female appreciation straight to Bella’s silk covered pussy. He was a lady killer alright. And, just what the doctor ordered. Maybe he’d be a good candidate for her one-night-stand? He certainly was good for a woman’s ego.

  Before Bella’s fingertips even touched the glass the bartender had set in front of her, a broad warm hand settled on her waist and a familiar deeply sensual voice rushed across her flesh. “I’ve got the lady’s drink, thanks.”

  Oh dear god, she knew that voice. Her traitorous body reacted on its own. Bella became instantly wet and her nipples hardened to steel tipped points under her sweater.

  Chapter Four

  Bella exhaled an irritated breath, slowly turning her head. “Hello Jerrod.”

  Incredibility large feral-shaped champagne coloured eyes locked onto hers.

  “Hello Tink.” Jarrod’s hot tangy breath brushed along her face.

  She steeled herself from visibly shuddering at the memories of that hot breath blowing through the curls between her legs, gently parting them before he went down on her with that wicked tongue of his.

  Bella broke eye contract, reaching quickly for her drink and downing half of it in a desperate gulp. The liquor seared a path of fire down her throat and her eyes stung. She felt a squeak bubbling up. Bella closed her eyes tightly, suppressing it. Her hand shook as she set the drink back down on the bar. She sucked in a deep breath and turned back towards Jerrod.

  One arched sable eyebrow greeted her. “You might want to take it easy, Tink. You never could hold your alcohol well.”

  Oh, so, not the right thing to say to her. Bella’s eyes narrowed. Without turning away, she brought her drink back up to her lips to throw back the remainder. This time only mellow warmth slid home. Liquid courage had finally shook hands with her bloodstream. Tinges of heat ignited throughout her limbs.

  She gave him one of those ‘You got any more of those smartass remarks’ looks. The one where eyebrows jack to hairline and a tight grin dimpled the face.

  Jerrod just chuckled, turning away, as he knuckle-tapped the top of the bar, getting the attention of the nearest bartender. “Another pomegranate martini for the lady, and I’ll have a brandy and water.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out his wallet. He tossed a hundred dollar bill out onto the shiny surface of the bar. It slid until it butted up against Bella’s empty martini glass.

  Well now, doesn’t that melt makeup, she thought, as her anger sparked. Wouldn’t you know, the guy that had been sitting next to Bella only moments ago, got up and offered his stool to Jerrod.

  And, Jerrod tucked his jean-smothered ass right down, too.

  Great…just great!

  She finally worked up the nerve to explore an evening of hot sex with a stranger and then he showed up, wreaking hormonal havoc. What was it about this man that caused her breasts to ache and the hard thrum in her clit? Bella could’ve sworn she was so over him. Yet…

  While Jerrod’s attention centred on the bartender making their drinks, she studied him with a critical eye. His sable hair, heavily threaded with sun streaks, longer than she remembered, fell away from his face skimming the tops of his thick muscled shoulders. Dark eyebrows slashed across a strong forehead, framing his light eyes. Pronounced cheekbones and a firm jaw line cut rugged angles in his face. Full wide lips and shadowy dark stubble masking the lower half of his face, gave him a rakish attractiveness. That same whiskery shadow used to leave soft stinging reminders on her inner thighs, curve on her stomach, along her throat and between her breasts.

  A hot flash of pure heat slammed into her. The urge to touch herself, pleasure herself scored her senses. Now that was a totally new feeling she’d never experienced before. Oh, she’d masturbated, though not the sudden impulse while in public. But then again, Bella hadn’t had sex in so long, and coupled with alcohol, very well could be the reason.

  Yeah, that had to be it, she told herself, her inner voice lacking true conviction.

  The swipe of flesh in front of her face caused Bella to flinch back on her stool.

  “I’ve said your name twice now. Where did you go Tink?” Jerrod said, as he eased her fresh drink down before her. The rich ruby colour of her drink matched her mood—anger by the minute.

  “Don’t call me Tink,” Bella snapped. It stung to hear the endearment he’d used when they’d been together. It brought back bitter memories she’d like to forget. And, it also made her sad, too. Neither feeling did she want to experience right now.

  “You will always be Tink to me, Bella. I don’t want to fight with you.” Jerrod’s broad hand settled on her shoulder. The heat of his touch sent a familiar flash of arousal zipping through her. She rolled her shoulder away from his touch.

  Jerrod leaned back, crossing his arms. His eyes narrowed. “Why are you so defensive? I wasn’t the one that broke off our relationship.”

  “No you weren’t Jerrod, but you were the reason I did. Like I explained in the letter it takes two to make a relationship work.” Bella paused, taking a sip of her drink. Her throat suddenly tight and dry, as hurt feelings welled up. “I loved you, and yet, there were two of us and I still felt alone, unloved.”

  Jerrod’s eyes moved rapidly over her face and his masculine features softened, as he moved in, his wide shoulders crowding out her view of everything else.

  Sensual sparks from the past flickered. Recollections of those work-hardened muscled shoulders coming down over her, overtaking her burned vibrantly in her mind. Having his hot flesh pressed firmly into hers as he lavished her breasts and neck with his lips and tongue, then easing his cock into the tight depths of her wetness. The familiar spicy scent of his aftershave tickled her nose. Aftershave she’d bought for his birthday, and he still wore it even though they weren’t together.

  “Ti…Bella,” Jerrod stumble over her name for a second, “You know how hard it was coming home to an empty house? All your things gone and only a letter left behind. Why didn’t you return my calls? At least hear me out?”

  Bella’s body instantly responded to his overpowering nearness and it irritated her. Sex had never been their problem. The problem had been he’d used it to smooth over difficulties in their relationship instead of talking things out. All he’d had to do was touch her, placing his lips upon the sensitive spot on her neck just below her ear, whispering explicit words of what he was going to do to her, while sensually rubbing his hard cock against her. He’d controlled her body once, but no more. In the last year she’d changed and needed more than sex for a relationship to truly work. It had to be built on mutual respect and thoughtfulness, not a one-sided relationship with only one person doing all the work.

  “Jerrod, I didn’t come here to relive the past. You were the last person I expected to see tonight.”

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nbsp; “Bella, if I may ask, why are you here alone tonight?”

  She turned frosty eyes on him. “You want to know the truth?”

  He nodded his head. Messy strands of golden sable fell into his face and he pushed them back off his forehead.

  “I finally made up my mind to live out a fantasy. A sexual fantasy of meeting a stranger, a strange man to take me home and fuck me.” Bella said bluntly. “Having him do things to my body that will make me scream my head off, which by the way I never did with you!”

  Bella wanted take back the words the moment after she’d uttered them.

  Yes, he’d made her scream. What in god’s name made her say such a cruel and hurtful thing to him? No matter what he’d done to her in the past, she was better than this. She’d never considered herself spiteful until this very minute and she didn’t like this side of herself one bit.

  Jerrod’s face transformed into a mask of solid rock and his words were hard and clipped. “You know Bella, I might have made some big mistakes with you, but never, and I mean never, did I say hurtful things to you.” He twisted away from her, burying his face in his drink.

  The noises of the bar closed in around her growing to a fever pitch. The loud cracking of balls striking together from the poolroom made her jump. Laughter increased in volume until she wanted to cover her ears to block it out. Bella’s stomach pitched and rolled. She could taste bile in the back of her mouth.

  Slipping down off her bar stool and snatching up her purse, her eyes quickly scanned the bar looking for the restrooms. Next to the poolroom she located them. Without saying a word, she hurried through the crowd. She took deep gulping breaths as tears clouded her vision. What a damn mess this night turned out to be.

  Chapter Five

  Turning his head, Jerrod’s eyes followed Bella as she weaved unsteadily through the bar. He knew her well enough that she hadn’t meant what she’d said. She was too kind a person and he must’ve hurt her deeply. Yeah, what she’d said stung like hell, but regret clearly showed on her beautiful face the split second after she spoken so harshly.

  As Bella passed through the opening to the restrooms, there was that blond guy she’d first walked in with and spoken to briefly. He leaned arrogantly against the doorway of the poolroom with a pool cue resting on his shoulder eyeing Bella’s ass as she walked by.

  Every possessive male instinct within Jarrod sharpened. If that bastard even thought for one minute he’d get his woman, ‘ol blondie better think again. She’d been his woman before and by god, he’d fight any man that got in his way now.

  “She wants a fantasy night—a one-night-stand. Well, she hasn’t seen anything yet,” Jarrod growled. He’d take her any way he could get her.

  “And as for screaming, I’ll make her scream until she’s hoarse.”

  Determination stiffened his spine, as his feet hit the floor. He turned to the bartender, remarking over his shoulders, “Keep the change.” Money meant nothing to him at this moment, but Bella did.

  His prowling stride carried him directly passed the blond male still peering towards the women’s bathroom door that Bella had entered. Jarrod gave him a hard stare until the blond looked away. That’s right buddy, you’d better back down, he thought, she’s not yours and if I have my way, she’ll never be.

  Not giving a thought about entering the ladies room, Jerrod palmed the door opened. He stalled just inside, as the door swung shut on silent hinges.

  Beneath the glare of the lights, there stood Bella, leaning over one of the bathroom sinks. Head down, hair a curtain of red silk, flowing over her face. Though he couldn’t see her features, from Bella’s posture, he could tell she quietly cried. Her shoulders shook with little tremors and her knuckle-white grip almost the same cool paleness of the porcelain, caused his heart to seize. He hated to see any woman cry, especially Bella.

  The heavy tread of his work boots resonated loudly in the stark tiled interior of the restroom, as Jerrod moved further inside. The need to comfort and protect, had him gently framing his much larger build over Bella’s. His muscled warmth melted into her soft, rounded backside. His cock which had become semi-hard stiffened against his jeans. Jerrod didn’t bother trying to hide the fact of his arousal, pressing his dick into the crease of her ass. His hands dropped down to cage her completely in, as they settled alongside hers on the sink’s edge.

  The only acknowledgement she gave of his presence was the slight tightening of her body, as he leaned his solid mass down over her.

  He lowered his voice to a deep soothing tone he used with children and animals, while he buried his nose between her shoulder and neck. Satiny red strands caught in the scruff of his beard. He inhaled deeply of the soft powdery fragrance of her shampoo. “Don’t cry Bella. I know you didn’t mean what you said. You are much to kind and thoughtful.”

  Bella spun around so quickly, she surprised him, knocking him back a step. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and her face burrowed deeply in the flannel of his shirt.

  Her voice muffled and tearfully gasping, “I’m…so sorry. I don’t know…what got into me…to say…something that cruel to you.”

  “Awww… Bella. We‘ve all said things in anger. I am sure I have too.”

  She pulled back within his embrace and his arms loosened as she stepped back, looking up. The loss of her fullness and warmth cradled in his arms made him want to grab her up again, but he needed to take things slowly. He didn’t want to scare her off. Jarrod knew her well enough not to push too hard. Knew the subtle nuances of her body well enough that he was confident she’d be his tonight if he played his cards right. But, he wanted her for more than just her body, he wanted her heart and love again. It would be tricky, so he needed to use finesse with her, seduce her. She was his, she just didn’t understand that yet.

  Her teary eyes made his heart ache. Streaks of black from her mascara, mingled with her salty tears, and coursed down her face. Her nose, watery and red was a stark contrast to the paleness of her complexion. Yet even in this emotional state, Jerrod still found Bella beautiful.

  With one arm still around her, he leaned over and snatched a few sheets of paper towels from the nearby dispenser, then handed them down to her upturned palm. She turned back towards the mirror, setting one paper towel aside as she dampened the other to dab lightly at her face.

  “Do you remember how we met?”

  Bella’s hand stopped in mid-stroke and fell back down on the sink. Her watery light blue eyes stared intently back at him from the mirror. A little smile tipped her lips and she nodded.

  “I’d just been on my own for a month, finally breaking away from my father’s construction company when I got the job of fixing fences at your apartment complex. God, I’ll never forget you answering the door in skimpy shorts and a halter top.” Jerrod’s hand wandered without thought, reaching up to stroke her hair away from her face, and then gliding down along her arm. He felt her soften beneath his touch. “Your long red hair was pulled away from your face in a ponytail. You took my breath away that morning. I remember you were barefooted and your toenails were painted a fire engine red. You have the daintiest little feet. Did you know you curled your toes into the carpet when you were talking to me? You did that a lot that day.”

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  Bella glanced down towards her feet and sure enough, she’d been curling her toes just now. The movement pressed her ass back against Jerrod’s groin. She couldn’t mistake his low growl or the ramrod hard-on he sported.

  She felt a little self-conscious as she gave a shrill laugh and moved away from the sexual charge of his nearness that invaded her like an electrical storm. “No, I never knew I did that. It must be a nervous habit.”

  Dear god. She thought she’d gotten over Jerrod, moved on with her life. Apparently in her mind she had, but her body was speaking an entirely different language of its own. One Bella had no control over, as she realised her legs were clinched tightly together to stem the aching throb in her pussy.


  “Would that be a good nervous or a bad one?” He teased.

  Her eyes didn’t quite meet his. “A good nervous.” I could hardly keep my eyes off you while you hammered away all sweaty and brawny male. The type of view a woman doesn’t get everyday. Yet she kept that thought to herself.

  The man was built like a bull; tall, all heavy muscle and dark sensuous appeal. His tight T-shirt and jeans told her all she needed to know. The man must’ve shopped at the Big and Tall stores.

  “It was hotter than hell that day, a record high in fact. I’d taken off my T-shirt to wipe the sweat from my face. And there you were, like an angel of mercy handing me a fresh towel and the coolest bottle of water.” Jerrod picked up the dry paper towel from the sink and carefully dried Bella’s face, never taking his eyes from their reflection. “Always thinking of others before yourself. You’re special that way.”

  Bella’s gaze fastened on his thick boned wrist, with the sleeve rolled back, as it swept before her face. Fascinated by the broad lean strength of the hands that she knew up close and personal.

  As if he’d read her mind, Jerrod laid the paper towel down. Her eyes tracked the moment of his hand as it came closer to wrap around beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to lock with his in the mirror. At the same time, he pressed his front tightly against her back.

  Her eyes widened, lips parted in a whimpering gasp. Arousal flowed like hot lava through her, searing nerve endings. She couldn’t deny the heated passion in Jerrod’s sexy slanted eyes, eyes that bled desire, unmistakable desire. Only this time, there was something animalistic, devouring in his hard stare. The intensity of it caused her breathing to take on breathy rhythm in the lust permeated air, and her nipples grew heavy and sensitive.

  His grip on her throat was firm and commanding, as he leaned down, nuzzling her hair with his nose, and he whispered in a low gravelled growl, “I know your body better than my own. I know how deep you like my cock buried inside of you, as I whisper dirty, explicit words—telling you exactly how I am going to fuck you, take you. And, when I suck hard on your nipples, how you thrash and moan in pleasure beneath me.” The lower half of Jerrod’s face was hidden in her hair, yet his hot piercing gaze never waived from hers. “There’s no denying I want you or that you’re turned on right now.” His hand roamed up her hipline, moving around the front to cup her jean covered pussy, as he ground his hard cock into her ass.