Twisted By Desire (Lust, Desire and Love Trilogy #1)

by Desiree A. Cox

  “Hey, Mom, what’s up?”

  “Hi, sweetie. I was just calling to remind you that dinner is at our house this year again.”

  “Yeah, I know; I remember.” I could barely remember my name these days, so I was glad she had called. Reminder to self, Thanksgiving dinner was at Mom’s house. “And don’t forget, Gary and his family will be here, along with Jim’s children and their families.”

  “That’s a lot of people.” This would be fun. I hadn’t seen Gary in years. He and his wife were coming home with their three kids this year. Last time I’d seen them, they’d only had the one daughter, Bianca. I couldn’t wait to see them all. I was excited to meet Jim’s two sons and their families. “You don’t have enough room for everyone there. I know you guys have a couple extra bedrooms, but that’s still too many people for your house.”

  “Do you think Gary and his family could stay with you?”

  “Yeah, I mean, I don’t see why not. I’m sure Jeff won’t mind.”

  “Well, to make sure, will you just ask him to make sure he doesn’t mind? I’d hate to impose on him.”

  “Sure, I’ll talk to him to make sure it’s okay, but I can’t imagine he’ll say no. Jeez, Gary is my brother, you know?”

  “Let me know what he says, dear.”

  “Okay, I’ll talk to you later, love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  I talked to Jeff about it later that night when he called. He didn’t have any objection to Gary staying with us; he wasn’t sure how he’d take the noise of, as he referred to them, Gritos de dos bebés, whatever the hell that meant. I had the strongest yearning to quote Samuel Jackson from Pulp Fiction, ‘English, motherfucker, do you speak it?’ But I knew that would probably not be a wise comment after letting him know his house was going to be invaded Thanksgiving weekend. We ended our call early; he and Sandy were heading to a bar for a couple of drinks. I was so happy I’d met Sandy already. I’d have been pretty pissed if he told me he was traveling and out drinking with Sandy and I hadn’t known he was a man.

  The next couple of weeks flew by. Before I knew it, Thanksgiving was right around the corner. The wedding planner and I had been working hard to make sure everything was taken care of as quickly as possible. The rehearsal dinner reservation was already made, and the cake had been ordered. I was using a florist, photographer, and videographer recommended by the Rusty Pelican’s planner. I’d lucked into the perfect dress for Abby. I wanted her to be the flower girl, but needed to check with Gary to see if Bianca could walk with her.

  Even though we hadn’t figured out where we would honeymoon yet, Mom agreed to keep Abby while we were gone. Sky said he’d take her as much as he could manage around his work schedule.

  Jackie had really stepped up and was helping me a lot. She’d arranged a bridal party shopping spree -- right up her alley. They’d be looking for dresses, jewelry, and shoes. She set up my wedding website. She was also going to look into the wedding favors for me. I owed her big time.

  I had started on the guest list, but had been sidetracked with shopping for the invitations. I was starting to feel like the walls were beginning to close in on me, with less than three short months until W-day.

  As if the wedding wasn’t enough, I had to set up two bedrooms in the house for Gary and his kids. They were bringing their portable cribs for the twins. They’d get a room to themselves and Bianca was going to sleep in with Abby. It would be like a slumber party for the two of them. That would give Gary and Carla some privacy. I couldn’t wait to see them all. Too bad Jeff didn’t share my enthusiasm. He agreed that they should stay with us instead of a hotel or being crammed at Mom’s, he just wasn’t thrilled about crying babies in the house. He also didn’t seem excited about the large family gathering, but he had assured me he’d be there with me. He was supposed to get back home pretty close to the same time that Gary was expected to get into town.

  My phone rang, but I didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”

  “Hey Sissy, I’m calling from Carla’s phone. She got a new number. What’s up?”

  “Gary, hey,” It’d been a couple months since I talked to him. Since the babies were born, sleep for them had to be snatched whenever they could get it, at all hours of the day, so I’d been careful not to disturb them.

  “Everything’s fine here.” I shifted my phone from one ear to the other. “When are you guys planning on leaving?”

  “We plan to hit the road Wednesday morning as soon as the kids are up and fed.”

  “Are you going to drive?”

  “No, Carla will. You know I’d lose my mind in the Orlando traffic.”

  “That’s good, I want you all to get here safe and in one piece. I can’t wait to see everyone.”

  “We’re looking forward to seeing you all too.”

  “I’m going to do some shopping later. Is there anything you would like to have in the house while you’re here? Maybe something for the kids?”

  “You have plenty of time to shop, don’t make a special trip out for us today. We can even go on Wednesday after we get there.”

  So he was taking the father role quite seriously, and now he somehow thought he was my dad. “I know I still have a few days, but I don’t want to go out shopping after you get here.”

  “If you insist. Grab some chips, Twizzlers, and some Sweet tarts. Oh, and some Reese’s peanut butter cups.”

  I wrote down the items he told me. “Um, yeah -- maybe you want some real food?”

  “Whatever you or Mom fixes, will be fine.”

  We talked for a few more minutes, until the baby brigade demanded his attention, then we said our quick good byes.

  Jeff called me after I got back from the grocery store, while I was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Abby. He wasn’t going to make it for Thanksgiving after all -- fucking hell. He wouldn’t be home until sometime Friday. He told me the travel coordinator had problems with his travel arrangements and messed up getting him home Wednesday. I have to admit, despite my assurances to Jeff that I understood, in the back of my mind, I was skeptical about his story. I could have thrown the phone across the room -- I was so pissed.

  So many things were running through my mind: He had made it clear he wasn’t thrilled about the large family gathering. He knew how my mom felt about him. But he fucking told me he would be here; he’d given me his word. And he’d never had this problem with travel before. I wanted to call bullshit while on the phone, but I hated arguing with him, it just wasn’t worth it. He’d become such a volatile person; if I complained, he might tell me to piss off in a half joking way or he could go to the extreme and curse me out like a stranger on the street. I felt like I had to walk on eggshells sometimes.

  Tuesday was a blur. That’s all I can say. My head was in a fog, and I fumed over Jeff’s call throughout the day. By that night, when he called me, though, I had calmed down. He told me to get my laptop so we could Skype instead of just hear each other’s voices.

  “Hey, babe,” I said once we were connected. Goddamn this man was so fucking gorgeous! He was leaning back in a chair with his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck and his tie pulled to hang loosely knotted around his neck. His hair was disheveled like the first day I’d seen him.

  “Hey to you.” His husky voice and smile made my stomach do flips. “How’s your day been?”

  “Lonely. I miss you. And I was kind of pissed all day because you won’t be home until Friday.”

  “I’ll make it up to you when I get there.” A smile beamed on my face, and my heart thumped so loud he might have heard it. “How’s the wedding planning?”

  “Ugh, let me just say, Mr. Carrington, four months to plan is a crock of shit.” I laughed. “But I’m getting there. I hope you’re working on your guest list. When the invitations get delivered, I won’t have time to wait before getting them sent out.”

  “I gotcha. I’m working on it.” I think he winked. Sometimes Skype can be blurry or freeze-f
rame, making it difficult to see.

  “So how are things with you? Do you think you’ll ever stop traveling so much?”

  “I do what pays the bills, baby doll.”

  “Yeah.” I sighed and mumbled under my breath, “That sucks.”

  “I heard that. One day I won’t have to, but until then, we just have to deal with it.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” I pouted. “But I don’t like it. Your house is too big for just me and Abby, and the creaking at night creeps me out.”

  “It’s just settling. It’s only a few years old. New houses do that.” He sat forward and slipped the tie up and over his head. Tossing it into the background, he unbuttoned his shirt two more buttons, revealing his muscular chest just enough to tease me. “Enough of the small talk, I need you to do me a favor.”

  “Sure, name it.”

  “I want to watch you strip down slowly; take the laptop with you up onto the bed and masturbate for me. We are going to have mind blowing fucking Skype-sex.”

  I felt my face heat up. “Seriously?”

  “I’m dead ass serious. Chop, chop, sweetness; don’t keep me waiting.” He cleared his throat as I stood up. “And, Nikki, make sure to stay where I can see you.” I was so happy Abby was asleep. I hauled ass up the stairs.

  “Just tell me if you need me to move and which direction.” I moved the laptop to the bed and positioned it so he could watch me ‘perform.’ “Can you see me okay?”

  “Perfectly.”

  It felt weird to me, stripping to a computer monitor. I knew he was watching, but it wasn’t the same as him sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. Well, technically, that’s exactly what he was doing. I giggled as I unbuttoned my blouse.

  “Something funny I should know about?”

  “No, just thinking about silly stuff; ignore me.”

  “Never, beautiful, I don’t ever plan to ignore you. Remove the bra, please.”

  “I thought you were sitting back watching. I had no idea you were directing this show.”

  “Well, now you know -- bra please; remove it.”

  I reached around back and unhooked it, then slowly let each shoulder strap drop down against the skin of my forearm as I held my hands on the material covering my breasts, to keep them from being exposed. With a quick movement, I let my hands drop to my sides, and my bra dropped to the floor, exposing my hard nipples.

  “God, I wish I were there. Rub your nipples and give them a good squeeze like I do.”

  The thought alone sent a tingle through my sex. I slid my hands up my ribcage to my tits and grasped each one in a hand, squeezing and massaging around my nipples. My sex was having a clench-fest. I wanted him so bad. I took each nipple between my forefinger and thumb and rolled them, then gave the pinch that he always did, tight enough to cause me to gasp yet not hard enough to hurt -- just fucking perfect.

  “The pants, Nikki, please.”

  I was having a difficult time seeing him on the screen, but I was pretty sure he had his pants down and was massaging himself to my show. Jesus fucking Christ, he was going to masturbate to me. How fucking hot is that? I reached down to my waist and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, slowly sliding them down over my hips, wriggling back and forth until they dropped to the ground and I stepped my feet out of them. I stood in just my pink lace G-string.

  “You’re an absolute delight, beautiful. Turn around for me.”

  I turned until my ass was facing the monitor. I ran my hands down over the curve of my butt cheeks.

  “I could cum just looking at your sexy ass. Turn back around and take off the panties.”

  I did as instructed. At least he didn’t have me dancing around. I stood naked in front of the computer.

  “Can you see me? Can you see how hard you’ve got me? I’d love to be there right now, sinking my tongue into your hot, wet, pussy, then burying myself in you.”

  I shifted my weight from one hip to the other. His words were verbally fucking me. I leaned in a little to get a better view of him. My mouth began to salivate like a dog smelling and staring at bacon that is sitting just out of his reach. I licked my lower lip before biting it gently, thinking how much I’d love his cock in my mouth. “I wish you were here too,” I managed to moan out. My left hand slid between my thighs when I stood back up, and the other cupped my left breast. It was the more sensitive of the two, and I always liked it when Jeff licked and sucked that one in particular.

  “You ready to make yourself cum for me?” I could only imagine his eyes, pleading and demanding with his heated glare. “Scoot up on the bed. Prop yourself up with plenty of pillows after you get the laptop situated so I get a good view of you and your face.”

  I set all four pillows against the headboard, tested it out for comfort, then moved the laptop to focus in as much as I could on my pussy, while still trying to get my face. “How’s that?” I asked as I leaned back against the pillows.

  “That’s good enough. I see everything I want to see.”

  “Cool.” I leaned back a little more.

  “That’s even better right there. Damn, Nikki.” I raised my head to see the screen. “Your pussy is so wet, I can see it shimmering. I’d bet it tastes good too. Why don’t you taste it for me and tell me.”

  I ran my fingers slowly through the slick folds, parting my lips slightly for him before moving my fingers to my mouth and licking my juices off. “Very tasty; you’d approve.”

  “I’m sure I would. Spread your legs a little farther for me, like when I’m there and you open up for me to take you.” I spread my legs as far apart as I could, then rocked my hips forward, rolling them as my sex ached for his fullness in me. I let out a low moan.

  “I like that baby; my dick is rock hard. I’d give anything to be pressing into that beautiful, sweet cunt of yours.” His words sent a chill through me. I was almost scared to touch my clit for fear I’d cum immediately. “Run your fingers through your wetness; I want to hear that sound.”

  I slid my fingers through my slit, up and down, and flicked my fingertips at my opening. The slickness made a noise that sounded like I was slapping my fingers in water.

  “Close your eyes for me and let yourself just get into this. I want you to keep rubbing your fingers through your luscious lips, then slide one finger deep in your crevice.” I was more into this than he could have guessed. I was nervous at first, but knowing he was jacking himself off while watching me made me go into amateur porn star mode. “You are one sexy ass bitch, Nikki.” I popped my eyes open for a quick second then closed them again. He really just called me a bitch.

  “Now put two fingers in your pussy for me.” He watched me stroke myself with my digits. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes, but not as good as you.”

  “Then add a third finger or all four. Stroke hard, Nikki. I want you to fuck yourself like I would fuck you.” I pounded my fingers into my hole over and over.

  “Do you feel me in you?” My core tightened around my fingers, responding to his voice.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Keep your eyes closed and rub your clit, baby; I want you to cum for me.” I knew touching my clit was going to send me over the edge. I winced and curled the corners of my lips down before using my free hand to put a slight amount of pressure on my sensitive bud.

  “Do it, baby. I’m ready to explode.”

  I moaned as I put more pressure on my clit and rubbed back and forth. My hips rose up off the bed, grinding into my fingers that were planted deep in my pussy. I was so close.

  “Such a beautiful sight; holy shit.”

  His words were all I needed to push me over. “Oh, fuck … Jeff.” I was moaning and panting as my release extended much longer than I had expected. The more I rubbed my clit, the more I cried out. “God-damn, baby. Fuck.”

  When I finally stopped touching myself, I gasped and trembled while my clit and pussy throbbed; pounding like a second heart was located down there.

  “Baby doll, look a
t me. Look what you made me do.” I looked at this absolutely breathtaking man, sweat dripping down his face and chest, and his hand covered in his cream.

  “Very sexy; too bad I’m not there to help you clean up.” I licked my tongue out, lapping at the air. “I’d love to feel your arms wrapped around me right now.”

  “If I were there, you’d feel more than my arms, that’s for damn sure. Thanks for indulging me tonight. I’ll have a surprise for you Friday.”

  “What kind of surprise?” I turned onto my side and poked my ass out toward the screen so he could get a good view.

  “That would ruin the whole premise of surprise if I told you. You’ll enjoy it, with or without me. I hope your brother’s in the farthest room from us. I’m looking forward to ravishing you and that sweet ass of yours.”

  “Maybe I should stick them in the basement.” I laughed.

  “Not a bad idea, pussycat. I plan to make you purr, claw up the sheets, and scratch to get away while I fuck eight of your nine lives to death.”

  “You can’t get here fast enough.”

  Chapter 24

  Once again, I was rushing around to get ready and out the door because I’d hit the snooze one too many times. I made it to work by the skin of my teeth. I wished I’d taken the day off. We only had a half day since it was the day before Thanksgiving, and Gary was going to arrive later that afternoon.

  “Did you hear anything yet?” Georgia asked as she came storming toward my desk the moment I got there.

  “Nothing yet; I probably won’t hear anything until after this weekend, if I even hear then.”

  “You need to start looking for a dress. You can’t wait until the last minute.”

  “I know, I know.” I turned to my computer and logged in. She’d piqued my interest; I had to check my email again. The last time I had checked was before I left the house. I’d included on the application my home and work email addresses so I had to constantly check both.

  “Still nothing; I’ll tell you what, if I don’t hear from them by the end of next week, we can start trying to find somewhere around here for me to go see what they have.”