Lyssa threw herself into my arms with such strength that I staggered backward. I held her tightly and she began to sob and cry.
“I missed you so much,” she cried into my chest, her tears soaking the front of my coat. I felt like my heart was going to explode with love as I buried my face in the curly tangles of her red hair and breathed in her fragrance.
“I know,” I said quietly. It felt inadequate – I’d never been good at talking about my feelings – but somehow, I got the feeling that Lyssa understood. She cried softly and I stroked her hair, closed my eyes and wondered what we were going to do next. Clearly, something had happened.
“Can you tell me what’s going on, at least?” I asked. Lyssa’s crying had turned to slow little sniffles and I took her hand, leading her to the couch where we sat down next to each other. I pulled my coat and folded it, then really looked at her properly for the first time. She was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but her face was blotchy and puffy from crying and her lips were chapped. Her hair was a little greasy, like she hadn’t showered in several days, and she was wearing a stained hoodie.
“Did you go to work today?” I asked.
Lyssa shook her head.
“Are you sick?”
She shook her head again. “No,” she said finally. Then, taking a deep breath, she spoke again.
“It’s Curt.”
“What? Why?” I demanded as my heart sank. So, it was true – she’d really gone back to him. Clearly, she was ashamed.
Well, that didn’t matter. I made up my mind not to judge her. To only love and accept her and wait for her until she left again, for good. I could only imagine how hard it was to leave an abusive spouse ... and I also knew that many people relapsed.
“I’m so scared, Dan,” Lyssa said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “He’s stalking me, and I’m so frightened that he’ll hurt you.”
“What?” I yelled.
Lyssa looked up at me with big eyes. “Please, don’t be mad at me,” she said tearfully. “I couldn’t handle it. I’m sorry I stopped talking to you, but I ... I had to protect you, and make sure that—”
I put my finger to her lips.
“I’m never going to let anyone hurt you,” I said sternly. “Not now, and not ever again. Do you understand?”
Lyssa nodded slowly. “And ... I’m a big boy,” I said. “I can take care of myself and that asshole if he comes at me.”
She nodded again, then closed her eyes and sighed with relief before melting against me. Her generous curvy body against mine felt so damn good that I sighed, too, as I held her close.
“Dan, I’m so happy that you’re here,” Lyssa whispered against my neck. Her hot breath tickled my skin and I squeezed her tightly in my arms. She shifted in my arms and squirmed forward, then tilted her face to mine and pressed her lips to my mouth. The kiss was soft and sweet and tender – kissing her again felt like coming home after a long journey. Lyssa put her hands on my face and slid her tongue into my mouth, moaning softly at the taste of me. She quivered and shook in my arms and I held her fiercely tight as our bodies pressed against each other.
“I want you so much, Dan,” Lyssa whispered after breaking the kiss. She was panting as she rested her forehead against mine and looked deeply into my eyes.
And just like that, like always, I was a goner.
29
Lyssa
I knew it was wrong – feeling so aroused and horny when I was pregnant, when I was in danger, for god’s sake – but maybe the wrongness of the moment only made it hotter.
At least, that was how it felt to me as Dan took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply and tenderly. Explosions of excitement and pleasure took over my body as his tongue explored my mouth, searching and teasing and tasting me. His strong, muscular body felt so good against mine that I began to tingle all over and Dan slid his hands under my hoodie and pulled it over my head. I was naked underneath and when he brought his head to my tits and began licking and biting my nipples, I cried out and tangled my hands in his hair. It felt so good that I arched back and closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of his mouth on my body, pleasing me and filling me with the kind of ecstasy that I never thought I’d feel again.
“You taste so good,” Dan growled. His mouth moved lower until he was nuzzling the waistband of my sweatpants. I trembled and quivered all over as the heat of his breath touched my skin through the thin material.
“Please, don’t stop,” I begged. Dan gently pushed me back on the couch and got to his knees on the floor in front of me. We locked eyes and a sizzle of lust tinged the air as he put his hands on my thighs and moved them slowly up my body. His hands were so big, so strong, so masculine that I knew I’d always feel safe whenever he was touching me. The romantic tension between us was turned up to the highest notch and I knew that we weren’t just having sex.
We were making love to each other, expressing our feelings with our bodies and hands. Dan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down, exposing the cotton panties I’d been wearing for two days. The thought of him smelling me when I wasn’t at my freshest made me blush and I squirmed away, but Dan put his hands on my hips and held me firm.
“I fucking love the way your pussy smells, baby,” he growled, brushing his face against my bare belly and pulling my bare legs out of my sweatpants. I held my breath with anticipation as Dan pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and breathed gently on my exposed clit. Electric shivers of pleasure raced up and down my spine and I gasped when he slid a single finger inside of me and began to rub my G-spot. When he put his mouth to my clit and began to suck and lick, I gasped out loud. Delicious, intense little sparks of ecstasy flicked through my body and I moaned, spreading my legs and grinding my pussy against Dan’s face. The scent of my juices filled the room and I blushed hotly, moaning again when he slid another finger inside of me.
I knew it was selfish to lie back and let him please me but after everything I had been through, it felt so good that I couldn’t move. As Dan sucked and lapped at my clit, I shivered and gasped. Beads of sweat broke out over my body and I cried out loudly as his free hand found my nipples and began toying with them.
“Oh my god, Dan,” I moaned. “Please, please don’t stop!”
The luxurious pleasure flowing through my body was like warm, addictive honey – too much and I’d never be able to stop. I wanted to come, but I wanted him inside of me first. It took all of the effort in the world, but I gently pushed him away and looked down at his face, panting hard.
“I really want you,” I moaned. “Please, Dan. I can’t take it anymore.”
The smoldering look in Dan’s eyes sent a shiver of lust down my spine. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, then practically ripped off his shirt to expose his muscular torso. My mouth went dry – he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, and I wouldn’t ever tire of the view. Dan got to his feet and pulled his belt through the loops, throwing it to the ground. He yanked down his pants and boxers in one motion. His beautiful cock bobbed free and I reached forward, wrapping my hand around his shaft and moving it up and down. Dan groaned. His eyes rolled back in his head as I cupped his balls with my free hand, gently massaging them as I stroked his fat dick.
“Fuck, baby,” Dan groaned. He staggered closer and I smelled his cologne and his sweat mingled with my pussy juice. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer.
“How do you want me?” I whispered.
Dan’s eyes flashed and sizzled with lust. He climbed on top of the couch and gently pushed me onto my back, then spread my thighs and crawled between them. His cock was mere inches from my pussy and I held my breath in senseless anticipation as he plunged inside, in one long, slow stroke that sent a wave of intense delight through my body.
“You feel so good,” Dan groaned. He put his hands to my face and kissed me tenderly, our tongues dancing together as his hips began to pump in and out of my body. As alway
s, he filled me so perfectly that I could hardly believe it. My pussy clenched and tightened as Dan moved his body in slow, languid circles that filled my entire being with pleasure.
We looked into each other’s eyes and I felt my heart explode as Dan laced his fingers through mine and put my arms over my head. He made slow, sweet love to me as I lay there, moaning and panting with each new thrilling sensation. In all of the times that we’d had sex, it had never been like this. This was passion, this was love. This wasn’t just lust – there was understanding and intensity between us, the kind of thing that I’d always dreamed of. I had never felt as vulnerable in my entire life as I did in that moment, moving my body to the rhythm of Dan’s hips and taking every inch of his cock as if my life depended on it.
I love you, I thought as I stared into his eyes. I love you so much.
Is it possible that you love me, too?
Dan gasped and groaned. He shuddered with bliss as his body was racked with the intensity of our lovemaking. Sweat broke out over his skin and I kissed his face, his neck, his shoulders as his hips moved in delicious circles against my own. I wrapped my thighs around his waist and held him there, held him inside of me, grinding against his body. My clit rubbed against his muscular lower abdomen and I cried out as an orgasm began to build from deep within my body.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before in my life. Tingling, gripping sensations exploded between my legs and I cried out loudly as Dan’s cock pounded me harder and faster. I held my breath and my whole body began to quake as the tsunami broke over my head. Tears came to my eyes and I buried my face in Dan’s shoulder and dug my nails into his arms as he moved against me.
“Fuck, baby,” Dan cried out loudly. He thrust deep inside of me and I felt him trembling in my arms. We came together, powerfully and intensely, and I saw stars.
“Don’t go yet,” I whispered shakily as Dan began to ease out of my body. He collapsed against me, resting his head on my breast and I wrapped my arms around his muscular shoulders, holding his bulk against me.
“I’ll never go,” Dan said. He was breathing hot and heavy against my bare skin and I shivered – suddenly, it seemed that the room around us was freezing. I fumbled with an afghan on the back of the couch, pulling it loose and shaking the crocheted yawn over us.
We lay there in comfortable, intimate silence. We could have been anywhere – in the middle of the country, in a foreign city. Outside, I barely heard the buzz of people and cars. All that mattered was that Dan and I were together again, that he was in my arms, that we’d just had the most fantastic sex I could have ever experienced.
Dan kissed me gently. He looked up at me, his forehead creasing with concern.
“Lyssa, what’s the matter? You’re crying again,” he said quietly. He reached up and stroked my face with his hand.
How could I tell him the truth? That the sex had been so emotional, so intimate, that it had caused me to tear up? I thought that was the kind of thing that only happened in movies, but here I was.
Crying like a baby because the man I loved had just given me such a thrilling time.
“Nothing,” I said. I struggled to sit up, covering my breasts with the afghan. Dan pulled out of me and I gasped at the sensation – I had grown so used to the feeling of his cock inside of me that now, being without it, I felt almost naked.
“That was incredible,” Dan said. He reached for his clothes and began to dress.
I nodded. “I ... um, will you stay here for a few minutes? I just want to take a shower,” I said. “I’m sorry – I probably didn’t smell great.”
Dan grinned at me. “Baby, I love it,” he said.
I flushed hotly. With the afghan still wrapped around me and covering my nakedness, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.
Taking a shower with Dan in my apartment gave me such a sense of security, of safety. I felt that as long as he was there, nothing bad could ever happen to me. I was still scared, of course. But having Dan there made literally all the difference in the world. I no longer feared Curt breaking down my door and grabbing me, coming back to hurt me once again.
The only problem was that I didn’t know what to do. I hadn’t mentioned the baby yet, and now I couldn’t believe that it had slipped my mind. Dan didn’t know, which meant that he had probably still considered sex with me a favor. He didn’t know that we had already achieved our goal.
I knew one thing: that I couldn’t count on him to still have all those feelings for me from so many years ago. But I, however, had totally fallen for him.
Which made this whole situation a lot more difficult.
When the water was hot enough, I climbed under the spray. I didn’t stay in long – just enough to wash my hair and body – and then got out and pulled on clean yoga pants and a loose, long-sleeved T-shirt.
Dan was still in the living room, sitting on the couch. He was flipping idly through the channels, with his feet kicked up on my coffee table. He looked so comfy and at home in my apartment that just looking at him touched my heart.
“Feeling better?” Dan asked.
I nodded. “Cleaner, at least,” I said. “It had been a few days.”
Dan nodded. He looked worried again, and he patted the couch next to him.
“Come sit,” Dan said.
I felt anxiety spike in my chest. The atmosphere between us while still intimate and warm, had changed suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Dan took a deep breath. “Lyssa,” he said gravely. “I think we need to go to the police.”
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Dan
The change in Lyssa’s face was instant. She looked as if she’d been slapped, and immediately, I got to my feet and pulled her into my arms.
“Why?” Lyssa asked. She sounded frightened and scared again and I hated myself for having done that to her.
At the same time, I could hate myself all I wanted ... my first priority was Lyssa’s safety, and I wanted to make sure that asshole would never come near her again. She could hate me, too. I didn’t want that – but if it meant keeping her safe, then I’d deal with it.
“Because,” I told her patiently as I led her back to the couch and sat her down, holding her hands in mine. “You told me that you feel like your ex is stalking you. What happened?”
Lyssa bit her lip and sighed. “Well, I told you about that time in the lobby of my office,” she said quietly. “And then I saw him again. He told me that he’d seen us together ... which has to mean something.” She got to her feet. “Hold on,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
Lyssa padded down the hallway and into her bedroom. She came back holding a crumpled piece of paper.
“And then the other day, when I got home, this was waiting for me. In my mailbox.”
I took the note from her and read it.
“What does he even want?” I asked angrily. Thinking about Curt was filling me with a hot, blind rage and I clenched my free hand.
“I don’t know,” Lyssa said. She sounded truly helpless and I pushed my anger aside as I reached out to comfort her. The last thing Lyssa needed was to deal with two hulking angry men instead of just one – she needed me to remain calm and take care of her.
It was a Herculean task, but I would do it for her.
“He has to want something,” I said. “And wouldn’t you rather just try to get a restraining order than deal with that creep? What if he hurts you?”
Lyssa looked ashamed. “That’s why I stopped talking to you,” she said. “I thought he’d leave me alone. But he hasn’t. I don’t know what to do,” she added in a soft voice.
“We’ll go to the cops. Together,” I told her firmly. “And I’m not going to leave your side the entire time, okay?”
Lyssa didn’t look convinced. “You know how the cops are with women,” she said sourly. “They’re going to tell me that it’s my fault because I stayed for so long, because I didn’t leave.”
If they
do that, I’ll fucking kill them, I thought, trying to swallow my anger back down into my belly.
“I don’t think they’ll say that,” I growled.
Lyssa gave me a surprised look, then sighed. “Dan, no offense meant by this, but when have you ever dealt with police before?”
I didn’t reply.
“I have,” she said. “More than once. Our neighbors called them after Curt and I would fight, and they showed up like three times to our old house. They didn’t care. They were useless – worse than useless, because then Curt would get even angrier at me. He said that it was my fault.”
“He was wrong,” I said firmly. “It was never your fault – you never did anything wrong, don’t you understand that?”
Lyssa was silent for a moment.
“Look, the security guards at your office saw him, right?”
She nodded. “They have his picture on the wall, so they can show him out if he comes back.”
“So, you already have that on your side,” I said. “We’ll get your building to send over the security footage of him threatening you. Twice,” I added. “That and the note – that should be enough to do it.”
Lyssa pressed her lips together. “I ... I wish I could just blink and all of this would disappear,” she said. “Like, I wish that it had never happened. That I’d never have to deal with him or talk to him ever again and that he’d just go away.”
“Baby,” I said as I took both of her hands again. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do. We just ... well, we have to be really strong for a little while, okay? I promise, I’ll be with you every step of the way. You can even stay with me, if you’d feel safer there.”
Lyssa looked up at me again. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Because I love you, I thought.
Now wasn’t the time to tell her, though – not when she was dealing with Curt and the possibility of getting a restraining order against him. The last thing I wanted to do was freak her out or give her yet another thing to worry about.
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