SEX Unlimited: Volume 2 (Unlimited #2) (7 page)

I jerk the coat out of her hands and hold it up. I eye it while mulling this crazy ass idea of hers around in my mind. I shake my head. “I can’t do it.”

“Oh, for the love of your vagina, get over yourself. Yes, you can. Look what you’ve already done in the name of Mister Sex God. This is nothing.”

I put my finger to my lips. “Shh, my god, people can hear you. No public talking about vaginas or sex gods, Janette.”

I fold the coat over my arm and put the top back on the hook. “Fine, I’ll buy the damn coat but I’m not promising anything.”

She motions toward my crotch, laughing. “It’s going to thank me for this. You watch and see.”

I laugh. “Shut up.”

Janette flips her hot pink hair over her shoulder as she turns to walk out of the dressing room. “I’m starving. Go check out, hooker. Let’s go eat.”

I pause and hold the coat up to myself one last time and contemplate actually going through with it. I shake my head and walk towards the check-out. I don’t know who I am anymore. This is craziness.

I’m sitting in my car parked outside Brisban’s place in nothing but a red trench and black heels. My palms are sweaty and I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been to meet him. Going to his home, coupled with the insane idea of showing up like this, has me all frazzled. I shoot Janette a quick text.

Me: I officially hate you.

Janette: No you don’t. I’ll be waiting for you to text me later with a big sloppy thank you ;)

Me: If you could see me right now you’d see I am flipping you off.

I push my phone into my clutch and take a deep breath. This is it. I can’t go back now. He’s expecting me and I need to get a grip. I open the door and step out of the car, shutting it behind me and activating my alarm. Just as I start to make my way up the steps I hear my name being called from behind. Instantly the familiarity of the voice registers with me and I turn around.

“Is this where the guy you’ve been screwing lives?” James is pointing towards Brisban’s condo and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach.

My mouth falls open and anger courses through me like a wildfire. “Are you following me? Have you gone completely mad?”

“Candace?”

I turn toward the condo and see Brisban standing there in a white t-shirt, dark jeans, and bare feet. He looks from me to James and then back to me.

“What’s going on? I heard yelling.”

I open my mouth to respond but James interjects. “What’s going on is this is my wife and you’re fucking her. I’m here to put an end to it.”

Brisban gapes at him and I feel tears prick my eyes. I motion my finger between me and James. “We are not married anymore, James. What do you not understand about, I’m not taking you back? What don’t you get about, leave me alone? My life is none of your damn business.”

My voice cracks and I try to hold the tears back. I don’t want either of them to see me weak. Before I know what’s happening Brisban is standing in front of me.

“You have exactly one second to get back in your car and off my property, man.”

Brisban’s voice is stoic and commanding. Looking at both him and James at the same time, Brisban makes James look so insignificant. But James doesn’t even flinch.

“Fuck you, man. You’re a fuck. I was her husband for fifteen years so you don’t get a say. Now, back off.”

Brisban takes a step in toward James and all I can think about is how fast this is escalating. I don’t want them getting into a physical fight over me.

I reach out and grab Brisban’s arm. “Please, don’t.”

He turns and looks back down at me. “Do you want him here or not?”

I shake my head. “No, of course not, but I don’t want you two in a fight either.”

He reaches down, takes my hand in his, and looks back over at James. “Leave, now, and don’t come back.” He pulls on my hand and begins guiding me up the steps.

“Hey, I want to fucking talk to you, Candace. Why are you being like this?” I don’t turn around. We move up the steps quickly and Brisban squeezes my hand. His door is open slightly and he pushes it open further, allowing us to go inside. He closes the door and punches in a code on the security system on the wall.

“Are you okay?” He releases my hand and tilts my chin upward so I’m looking right at him. Tears spill from my eyes and I nod. He pulls me into his chest and envelops me in a hug.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

He pulls back and looks at me with the softest expression I’ve ever seen on his face. “Hey, there’s no reason for you to feel embarrassed. It’s not your fault. He’s the one who should feel embarrassed.”

Leaning in, he kisses me on the forehead and his lips linger for a moment. I inhale deeply and then exhale. He puts an arm around me and guides me into the living room of his place. “Why don’t you let me take your coat for you and I’ll get you a glass of wine. You need a minute to calm down.”

I freeze. My coat. Oh, god.

“Umm, Brisban. My coat…it’s…I’m,” I stammer and nervously try to get through this admission, “I can’t take off my coat.”

He’s confused. “Why not?”

I slap a hand on my forehead and start laughing. I don’t really know what else to do but laugh at the absolute disastrous night this has turned into.

“Why do I get the notion you’re not laughing a happy laugh right now?”

I look up at him and feel the need to dig a hole in the floor and then bury myself in it. “I’m naked, Brisban.” I motion my hands up and down in front of my body. “I’m naked under this coat.”

His brows shoot up and I’m certain Janette has her wish. This night has most definitely become unforgettable rather quickly.

He points his finger at me. “You’re telling me you’re wearing nothing under that?”

I nod; I know my face must be close to the same color of the coat because my skin feels like it’s on fire. He steps in toward me, closing the space between us. He reaches out to the first button of the coat and cuts his eyes to mine. “You came to my place,” he slips the button through the notch and moves to the next one, “in this,” another button is undone and he continues to the next one, “and nothing else?” One by one he unbuttons each one.

“Yes,” I whisper.

His hands slide beneath the heavy, thick fabric on each side and pulls it open, revealing my naked body. His eyes roam over every visible inch of my bare flesh.

“Brisban I…” I start but he stops me, holding a finger to my lips.

“Shh, don’t say anything. Let me look at you.”

His finger moves from my lips down over my chin. Slowly, he traces a line of warmth down my neck to the center of my breasts. There’s a brief pause before he continues down, all the way to my belly button. As he nears the area between my legs, he stops and flattens his whole hand against me, cupping my pussy with it. I suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut. His middle finger tests me. “Always,” he pushes it inside me, “so wet for me.” He moves it in and out only once. My eyes flutter open and he brings his finger to his mouth. He sucks my arousal from his finger and our eyes meet.

“Every time I don’t think you could possibly be anymore sexy, you prove me wrong. This,” he waves a hand up and down in front of me, “is the sexiest thing any woman has ever done for me. You’re like a true-to-life erotic dream.”

Janette is never going to stop gloating over this one.

I smile, embarrassed, still in disbelief of the night’s chain of events. “I had planned for us to have dinner first but plans have to change now.”

“I’m sorry.”

He takes me by the hand. “No, absolutely not. Don’t apologize. I want you right now. I can’t wait now that I’ve seen you here like this, in that coat and heels.” He’s leading me up winding stairs and I’m trying to take everything in. His place is incredible, very modern. We step into a bedroom that holds a massive bed. There’s very little color anywhere. A huge abstract painting hangs above the bed and his bedding is a dark slate gray color. I scan the room and see no personal photos or anything resembling what his life is like. It’s almost as impersonal as a hotel room. We reach the bed and he lifts me onto it as if I’m the weight of a feather.

“Let’s get these off.” He removes my shoes and sets them aside. “Let’s get this off too.” I help him as I shrug out of the coat and lift my bottom so he can pull it off of me. Here I am again, naked and him clothed. It always seems to happen this way. He reaches down and hooks his fingers under the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. My eyes try to take in every glorious inch of his tan, toned chest and abs. Taking a step back, he unbuttons his jeans and a devilish smile stretches across his face. “You sitting there in nothing, on my bed, in my house, is pretty much the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. You give this room every bit of the color it’s lacking.”

I blush. He pulls down his pants and kicks them to the side.

“I’m sure every woman you’ve had in here added their own flare to it.”

I have no idea why I just said that. I regret it immediately. He stills.

“Candace, you’re the only woman to ever sit on this bed or to be in this room.”

I want to die; like I haven’t embarrassed myself enough already tonight. Suddenly, what he just said registers with me and I’m at a loss for words. He removes his boxer briefs and climbs onto the bed beside me. His hand reaches up and turns my face towards his. “Did you hear me?” You are the
only
woman I’ve ever brought here.” My eyes search his and I know something has just shifted between us.

“I heard you.”

He leans in and kisses me then pulls back. “Good. I don’t want you feeling like you’re part of some revolving door of women because you’re not.”

I nod. “Okay.”

He scoops me up and moves me to the center of the bed. “When I saw you out there with another guy, I didn’t like it.”

My stomach knots and my mind races. What’s he doing? Why is he telling me this?

“Brisban, we don’t have to talk about him. Please just fuck me right now.”

I reach up and try to pull him down to kiss me but he doesn’t budge. “I can’t do that tonight.” He has an almost pained look on his face and I’m becoming increasingly nervous and confused. My heart’s beating so fast it feels like it’s going to burst right out of my chest.

His eyes search my face like he’s trying to find answers to questions he hasn’t even asked yet. I don’t understand what’s happening at all. “What do you mean, you can’t?”

He moves over between my legs, nudging them apart. Grasping his erection he looks down between my thighs and then back up to me. “I can’t fuck you tonight,” he looks back down and guides his cock to the entrance of my pussy, “because I’m making love to you tonight.” And then he locks his eyes onto mine and pushes into me, slow but forceful. I gasp and let out a cry. What he just said, along with the feeling of him buried inside of me, is overwhelming. He sees the bewilderment on my face and knows what I’m doing. “Stop, Candace.”

He moves in and out of me in a way he never has any other time. It’s softer and more controlled. He’s doing more than enjoying how I feel. He’s not just giving or taking pleasure. He’s connecting with more than my body. “Get out of your head.” He pulls one of my legs up over his shoulder and goes deeper inside me. My head arches back and I try to stop thinking. When my eyes snap open, I know he sees the fear in my eyes. He reaches out and pulls me up. As always, it’s as if I weigh nothing. He sits back and positions me on his lap. I sink down onto his cock and wrap my legs around his back. Our faces are mere inches apart. He’s breathing heavily and I feel like my breath has been stolen. He rests his head against mine and thrusts his hips upward, taking me as deep as he can.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. One hand comes up and tangles in my hair as he lets out a ragged sigh. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Pulling his head back, he looks into my eyes and cradles my face with his left hand. His thumb traces my cheek. “You’re more than sex to me. I don’t know when exactly it happened, but, tonight, standing there between you and him, I knew it. Every fiber of my being wanted to be able to look him in the eyes and tell him you belong to me.”

My eyes flit between his and part of me wants to cry while another part wants to run away. I don’t know what to say or how to process all of this.

“Don’t say anything right now, please. If you want to leave here tonight and never see me again, there’s nothing I can do to change that. Just let me make love to you this one time. I’ve been shut down for so long I’d forgotten how good this feels.” His hands move to my shoulders and glide down my back, caressing me with a gentle reverence. I want to tell him I feel the same way. I want to tell him how closed off I’ve felt the past year and how he’s changed that for me. But I don’t.

I lean in and slant my mouth over his. He responds, moaning as he kisses me back. His arms interlock around me and I begin to move on him. He’s buried inside me and our bodies are connected in every way they possibly can be. His tongue brushes over my bottom lip and I suck it into my mouth. I tilt my hips forward as his hips arch and we move in beautiful unison. Our hot, damp skin slides together and, with every movement, another barrier falls down around us. His hands move down and cup my backside and he lifts me up then back down, over and over, increasing the friction. Our kiss slows and he pulls back. Inhaling deeply, I let out a moan as he brings me back down, sinking himself deeper inside me.