Bound Together (65 page)
Authors: Marie Coulson
Growling at him I panted.
“I’m infuriating? You’re the one that keeps walking himself right
back into my life! You’re back and forth so much you’re making me
dizzy. It’s cruel, unfair and I hate the way you make me feel
whenever you’re around me. It’s making me crazy.”
“
You
want to talk about crazy? Telling me you’re with some other guy,
wearing
that
dress tonight and then falling asleep in my arms didn’t just
drive me crazy Layla, I’m bordering on psychotic! I’m so fucking
hot for you.”
Squaring up to him I
snarled. “You can’t just waltz in here and expect me to bend over
begging for you. I was done with that a long time ago.” His lips
parted and I could see the ghost of a grin.
“
Really? Because from where I was laying it sounded like you
were just getting started.” He
had
heard me. I stood close enough
that I could feel his hard breath on my lips.
“
Fuck you!”
Gripping his hand on my
behind he held me flush against him and I gasped. “No, but I am
going to fuck you.”
Sliding his hand around
my neck he pulled me to him, closing his mouth over mine. Wrapping
my arms around his neck I dragged him into the bedroom, kicking the
door closed with my foot. His hands slid over my shoulders slipping
the straps of my bra down my arms in the process. Kissing me
deeply, he murmured into my mouth. “God you make me so fucking
mad.”
The feeling was mutual as
the ever familiar fire in my belly roared into an inferno. The
well-known feeling of his hands on my body and the pleasurable
sensations of his kiss provoked emotions inside me that I thought
were buried.
His hands reached behind
my back and unhooked my bra as he guided me towards the bed. The
back of my knees hit the edge and I fell back, landing with a
bounce on the firm mattress. Peeling my bra over my arms, he tossed
it across the room and placed his hands firmly around my back,
lifting me up the bed so that my head was resting comfortably on a
pillow. His lips pressed against mine and the scent of vanilla,
sweet cologne and sex filled my senses with the powerful and
pungent aphrodisiac that was Jared’s natural aroma. Hooking my
thumbs into the waist of his shorts, I gave them a sharp push
downwards. Obliging me, he slid them down over his behind,
releasing his impressive erection. Grasping it in my hand I ran my
fingers up and down the full length of him. He groaned into my
mouth and my insides clenched deliciously. His fingers threaded
through my hair as his tongue rolled and stroked inside my mouth.
Coming up for air, I stared at the ceiling as his lips trailed soft
kisses over my jaw to my neck. His tongue flicked and licked across
my collar bone and a moan escaped my lips. Gradually and oh so
achingly slowly, he kissed his way down to my breasts. Arching my
back, I thrust my ample breasts to his lips as his mouth closed
over my nipple, sucking, nipping and licking the pert and puckered
tip. Gripping a fistful of his hair in my hand, I grasped the sheet
with the other as his mouth on my breast sent a direct message to
my sex. I was practically begging for his hard long cock to slip
inside me.
Grazing his splayed
fingers over my stomach, his mouth followed the trail of his soft
fingertips down my wanting skin. Gripping my thighs, his tongue
dipped into my navel and I gasped, bowing and writhing in his
hands. “Oh Jared.”
I could feel him smile
against my skin. “I know baby. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll
make it all good again.” I could barely hear his words as my heart
thundered so loud it was pounding in my ears. His thumbs slid
inside the delicate lace of my panties and tugged them down and
over my behind. Running his nose up my slit his tongue grazed the
fleshy lips. I groaned, desperate for him to give me what I needed,
what I ached for, since the moment I’d see him in that suit. He
must have heard my mental plea because the next thing I knew, my
panties were in shreds beside me and his long hard cock thrust
inside me, making me cry out with pure unadulterated gratification.
His hips rocked back and forth as I grinded and writhed beneath
him, matching him thrust for thrust. I was brimming with lust and
my body was almost levitating off of the bed as his arms wrapped
tightly around me lifting me close to his chest. His mouth closed
over mine and I pressed my palms firmly around the back of his
neck, pulling him close and deepening our kiss.
The muscles inside me
pulsated and convulsed as his tip brushed against my g-spot.
Running my hands down his broad back, I gripped my fingernails
tightly into his behind. My thumb rubbed gently over the raised
letters of my name tattooed into his luscious caramel skin. A deep
and carnal moan came from my throat as the pre-orgasmic waves began
to crash and roll through my body. “Don’t stop Jared, I’m so
close.”
His face buried in my
neck, he bit down on my shoulder as he slammed into me over and
over, making me jolt and bounce back and forth beneath him. “I’ve
missed you so much Layla. Your eyes, your hot, sexy, tight little
body beneath mine and this wet, delicious cunt. I need you to come
with me Layla. I want to feel how much you’ve missed my cock right
here.” He thrust hard into me twice as the words left his lips.
Clutching his flesh in my hands, I cried out his name as my orgasm
flushed through me like a tidal wave of erotic bliss. Thrashing
into me a few more times he stilled and held me in a tight embrace
against his chest. Lying beneath him with my eyes closed, I
listened to the frantic beat of my heart and the rapid panting of
our breaths. His forehead pressed against my shoulder where his
teeth had left a slight imprint. Resting my cheek against his sweat
soaked hair, I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes. They slid
warmly and silently down my cheeks and onto his face.
Lifting himself onto his
elbows he gazed down at me and wiped my tears with his thumbs.
“What’s wrong?”
Rolling over and out from
under him I curled into the fetal position, buried my face in my
hands and sobbed uncontrollably. His arms snaked around my waist as
he pulled me against him so that our bodies lay spooning against
one another. Brushing the hair from my face, he kissed my cheek and
hushed me.
“
Shhh, baby, come on,
it’s alright. Layla stop please, I can’t stand to see you cry like
this.”
Turning to face him I
looked into his piercing blue eyes and sniffled, swiping the tears
from my cheeks. “I’m a whore Jared. A cheating, lying
whore.”
Holding my head to his
chest he shook his head. “No Layla. I won’t tolerate you talking
about yourself that way. Why would you even think
that?”
“
Jared, I’m dating Oliver
and I just had sex with you! Tell me there’s not something
completely sick about everything I did tonight.”
“
Layla I love you. I love
you with every fiber of my being and what we just did, making love,
was nothing but an act of that deep passionate emotion. I know you
love me too so what we just did wasn’t wrong. It’s the only right
thing I’ve done in months.”
Turning away from him I
snuggled down into my pillow and continued to cry. My mess had just
turned into a bomb site. “Please leave me alone Jared. I need to be
by myself.” Taking his arms from around my waist he begrudgingly
left the bed. Standing at the door he glanced back at me and raked
his fingers through his hair shaking his head. “I love you Layla. I
can’t be sorry for making love to you. I just wish you weren’t
sorry for wanting it.” Closing my eyes, I sobbed into my pillow and
as the door closed behind him, I felt the breaking of my heart as
fresh as it had been all those months ago. I should have listened
to the warnings, should have stayed away and protected myself but
most of all I should have chosen Ollie that night.
must have laid there for over an hour just staring at the ceiling.
I could hear Jared moving about downstairs and I knew he’d had as
little sleep as I had. Thinking over the events of our night
together sent a shiver up my spine and as I looked at the clock, I
knew I didn’t have much time. I needed to get home, back to the
dorms and wait for Ollie. My stomach churned as I thought over what
I might say, do and feel when I saw him. Getting out of bed I
headed to the bathroom and quickly showered before scooping up my
clothes. My torn panties on the floor were a bitter reminder of my
betrayal. Snatching them up I dumped them in the trash where they
and
I
belonged.
That’s all I was, cheap trash.
Jared had brought me a
pair of his shorts to wear in their place and slipping them on I
couldn’t help but feel dirty. Once I was dressed I made my way to
the kitchen. Standing with his palms on the countertop, dressed in
his black pants and white t-shirt, was Jared. He was staring out of
the window and the hard hitting and soulful voice of Amy Winehouse
echoed over the sound system. The words hit me like arrows in the
heart. Singing about still loving someone in the morning after a
night of passion, her words could have been written about the two
of us and I understood his song choice immediately.
I’d wanted, ached and
needed him that night and yet now I was detached and closed off
from him. My heart was too afraid to feel, for fear of shattering
into millions of tiny shards; and my own sadness and hatred of
myself consumed me as I stood in the door way. “I need to go home.
Ollie will be back soon.” Hanging his head he nodded but continued
to face away from me.
“
Will you tell
him?”
A lump formed in my
throat as I stared at him. His body was tense and his voice was
filled with pain. “Yes. I have to. I can’t lie to him. It’ll hurt,
but it’ll hurt more if I keep it from him.”
“
Do you love him?” Tears
welling in my eyes I swallowed hard. “Jared.” Clenching his fist he
slammed it on the counter.
“
Just. Answer the
question Layla. I need to hear it.” He turned to face me, his eyes
full of pain, anger and darkness.
“
I can’t love him.” I
stared down at my hands as I mindlessly rubbed and stroked my right
hand where his ring had once been. “Because I could never stop
loving you.” He winced and I knew my words were bitter sweet. There
was a ‘but’ hanging in the air and we both knew it only too well.
“But it doesn’t change anything. I can’t be with you Jared. My
heart aches from what we did last night. Us, our history, it still
hurts too much.” Walking over to him I placed my hand over his
chest and taking his pendant from his neck I lifted it over his
head. Holding it in my palm I pressed my forehead against his and
let out a long breath. The diamond sparkled in the light and the
inscription gleamed.
“
You have to let me go.
We have to let this go. Or we’ll tear each other apart.” Tears
rolled down his cheek and cupping his face in my hands I brushed
them away with my thumbs before placing a chaste kiss on his
lips.
Releasing him, I dropped
the pendant on the countertop and walked away. The Mercedes was
parked on the driveway and seeing me approaching through the foyer,
Daniel opened the passenger door. A loud smash reverberated through
the hall and I glanced back toward the kitchen holding my breath.
But he wasn’t coming after me this time. It was over. Closing the
door behind me, I walked out to the car and slid in. The moment the
door was closed, I fell apart. Respecting my need for privacy,
Daniel slid the screen between us allowing me to sob and cry my
heart out alone in the back seat.
The drive back to dorm
was the longest journey of my life and as we pulled into the
parking lot my heart plummeted as a hot red, gleaming Ducati caught
my eye. I felt nauseous and my insides twisted as grief swept
through me. Opening the door, Daniel gave me a sympathetic look.
“Take care Miss Jennings.” I nodded. “Thank you Daniel. Take care
of him for me. He needs someone to care about him.” Tipping his hat
he got in and drove away, leaving me alone on the
sidewalk.
The whole place was
deserted as it always was on a Sunday morning. Staring at the
ground, I walked slowly to the entrance of the building. I froze,
glued to the spot as I came face to face with Ollie. Sitting on the
ground, with his arms wrapped around his knees, he stared at me
with the saddest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Tears threatened again
as I swallowed hard, gulping my sorrow down into my chest where it
constricted and left me breathless. Tears were in his eyes and from
the red and blotchy patches on his cheeks I knew he’d been crying.
Sniffling and shuddering through my tears, I sobbed. Pressing my
hand over my mouth as each heart wrenching sound left my lips. “I
missed you so I came back early. I went upstairs and when you
weren’t there I made Amy tell me where you were. She told me about
your dinner. And then you pulled up in his car, well I guess I
don’t have to ask. That paired with the distraught look on your
face right now tells me all I need to know.”
Swiping his own tears
away with his hands he stared at me shaking his head.
“
I’m sorry Ollie. I’m so
sorry. I never planned for it to happen. I swear.”
Looking away he let out a
snort of laughter. “I never stood a chance did I Layla? It was
always going to be him. You were never going to be mine. I was
kidding myself.”
“I’m infuriating? You’re the one that keeps walking himself right
back into my life! You’re back and forth so much you’re making me
dizzy. It’s cruel, unfair and I hate the way you make me feel
whenever you’re around me. It’s making me crazy.”
“
You
want to talk about crazy? Telling me you’re with some other guy,
wearing
that
dress tonight and then falling asleep in my arms didn’t just
drive me crazy Layla, I’m bordering on psychotic! I’m so fucking
hot for you.”
Squaring up to him I
snarled. “You can’t just waltz in here and expect me to bend over
begging for you. I was done with that a long time ago.” His lips
parted and I could see the ghost of a grin.
“
Really? Because from where I was laying it sounded like you
were just getting started.” He
had
heard me. I stood close enough
that I could feel his hard breath on my lips.
“
Fuck you!”
Gripping his hand on my
behind he held me flush against him and I gasped. “No, but I am
going to fuck you.”
Sliding his hand around
my neck he pulled me to him, closing his mouth over mine. Wrapping
my arms around his neck I dragged him into the bedroom, kicking the
door closed with my foot. His hands slid over my shoulders slipping
the straps of my bra down my arms in the process. Kissing me
deeply, he murmured into my mouth. “God you make me so fucking
mad.”
The feeling was mutual as
the ever familiar fire in my belly roared into an inferno. The
well-known feeling of his hands on my body and the pleasurable
sensations of his kiss provoked emotions inside me that I thought
were buried.
His hands reached behind
my back and unhooked my bra as he guided me towards the bed. The
back of my knees hit the edge and I fell back, landing with a
bounce on the firm mattress. Peeling my bra over my arms, he tossed
it across the room and placed his hands firmly around my back,
lifting me up the bed so that my head was resting comfortably on a
pillow. His lips pressed against mine and the scent of vanilla,
sweet cologne and sex filled my senses with the powerful and
pungent aphrodisiac that was Jared’s natural aroma. Hooking my
thumbs into the waist of his shorts, I gave them a sharp push
downwards. Obliging me, he slid them down over his behind,
releasing his impressive erection. Grasping it in my hand I ran my
fingers up and down the full length of him. He groaned into my
mouth and my insides clenched deliciously. His fingers threaded
through my hair as his tongue rolled and stroked inside my mouth.
Coming up for air, I stared at the ceiling as his lips trailed soft
kisses over my jaw to my neck. His tongue flicked and licked across
my collar bone and a moan escaped my lips. Gradually and oh so
achingly slowly, he kissed his way down to my breasts. Arching my
back, I thrust my ample breasts to his lips as his mouth closed
over my nipple, sucking, nipping and licking the pert and puckered
tip. Gripping a fistful of his hair in my hand, I grasped the sheet
with the other as his mouth on my breast sent a direct message to
my sex. I was practically begging for his hard long cock to slip
inside me.
Grazing his splayed
fingers over my stomach, his mouth followed the trail of his soft
fingertips down my wanting skin. Gripping my thighs, his tongue
dipped into my navel and I gasped, bowing and writhing in his
hands. “Oh Jared.”
I could feel him smile
against my skin. “I know baby. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll
make it all good again.” I could barely hear his words as my heart
thundered so loud it was pounding in my ears. His thumbs slid
inside the delicate lace of my panties and tugged them down and
over my behind. Running his nose up my slit his tongue grazed the
fleshy lips. I groaned, desperate for him to give me what I needed,
what I ached for, since the moment I’d see him in that suit. He
must have heard my mental plea because the next thing I knew, my
panties were in shreds beside me and his long hard cock thrust
inside me, making me cry out with pure unadulterated gratification.
His hips rocked back and forth as I grinded and writhed beneath
him, matching him thrust for thrust. I was brimming with lust and
my body was almost levitating off of the bed as his arms wrapped
tightly around me lifting me close to his chest. His mouth closed
over mine and I pressed my palms firmly around the back of his
neck, pulling him close and deepening our kiss.
The muscles inside me
pulsated and convulsed as his tip brushed against my g-spot.
Running my hands down his broad back, I gripped my fingernails
tightly into his behind. My thumb rubbed gently over the raised
letters of my name tattooed into his luscious caramel skin. A deep
and carnal moan came from my throat as the pre-orgasmic waves began
to crash and roll through my body. “Don’t stop Jared, I’m so
close.”
His face buried in my
neck, he bit down on my shoulder as he slammed into me over and
over, making me jolt and bounce back and forth beneath him. “I’ve
missed you so much Layla. Your eyes, your hot, sexy, tight little
body beneath mine and this wet, delicious cunt. I need you to come
with me Layla. I want to feel how much you’ve missed my cock right
here.” He thrust hard into me twice as the words left his lips.
Clutching his flesh in my hands, I cried out his name as my orgasm
flushed through me like a tidal wave of erotic bliss. Thrashing
into me a few more times he stilled and held me in a tight embrace
against his chest. Lying beneath him with my eyes closed, I
listened to the frantic beat of my heart and the rapid panting of
our breaths. His forehead pressed against my shoulder where his
teeth had left a slight imprint. Resting my cheek against his sweat
soaked hair, I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes. They slid
warmly and silently down my cheeks and onto his face.
Lifting himself onto his
elbows he gazed down at me and wiped my tears with his thumbs.
“What’s wrong?”
Rolling over and out from
under him I curled into the fetal position, buried my face in my
hands and sobbed uncontrollably. His arms snaked around my waist as
he pulled me against him so that our bodies lay spooning against
one another. Brushing the hair from my face, he kissed my cheek and
hushed me.
“
Shhh, baby, come on,
it’s alright. Layla stop please, I can’t stand to see you cry like
this.”
Turning to face him I
looked into his piercing blue eyes and sniffled, swiping the tears
from my cheeks. “I’m a whore Jared. A cheating, lying
whore.”
Holding my head to his
chest he shook his head. “No Layla. I won’t tolerate you talking
about yourself that way. Why would you even think
that?”
“
Jared, I’m dating Oliver
and I just had sex with you! Tell me there’s not something
completely sick about everything I did tonight.”
“
Layla I love you. I love
you with every fiber of my being and what we just did, making love,
was nothing but an act of that deep passionate emotion. I know you
love me too so what we just did wasn’t wrong. It’s the only right
thing I’ve done in months.”
Turning away from him I
snuggled down into my pillow and continued to cry. My mess had just
turned into a bomb site. “Please leave me alone Jared. I need to be
by myself.” Taking his arms from around my waist he begrudgingly
left the bed. Standing at the door he glanced back at me and raked
his fingers through his hair shaking his head. “I love you Layla. I
can’t be sorry for making love to you. I just wish you weren’t
sorry for wanting it.” Closing my eyes, I sobbed into my pillow and
as the door closed behind him, I felt the breaking of my heart as
fresh as it had been all those months ago. I should have listened
to the warnings, should have stayed away and protected myself but
most of all I should have chosen Ollie that night.
Chapter
42
Unfaithful
must have laid there for over an hour just staring at the ceiling.
I could hear Jared moving about downstairs and I knew he’d had as
little sleep as I had. Thinking over the events of our night
together sent a shiver up my spine and as I looked at the clock, I
knew I didn’t have much time. I needed to get home, back to the
dorms and wait for Ollie. My stomach churned as I thought over what
I might say, do and feel when I saw him. Getting out of bed I
headed to the bathroom and quickly showered before scooping up my
clothes. My torn panties on the floor were a bitter reminder of my
betrayal. Snatching them up I dumped them in the trash where they
and
I
belonged.
That’s all I was, cheap trash.
Jared had brought me a
pair of his shorts to wear in their place and slipping them on I
couldn’t help but feel dirty. Once I was dressed I made my way to
the kitchen. Standing with his palms on the countertop, dressed in
his black pants and white t-shirt, was Jared. He was staring out of
the window and the hard hitting and soulful voice of Amy Winehouse
echoed over the sound system. The words hit me like arrows in the
heart. Singing about still loving someone in the morning after a
night of passion, her words could have been written about the two
of us and I understood his song choice immediately.
I’d wanted, ached and
needed him that night and yet now I was detached and closed off
from him. My heart was too afraid to feel, for fear of shattering
into millions of tiny shards; and my own sadness and hatred of
myself consumed me as I stood in the door way. “I need to go home.
Ollie will be back soon.” Hanging his head he nodded but continued
to face away from me.
“
Will you tell
him?”
A lump formed in my
throat as I stared at him. His body was tense and his voice was
filled with pain. “Yes. I have to. I can’t lie to him. It’ll hurt,
but it’ll hurt more if I keep it from him.”
“
Do you love him?” Tears
welling in my eyes I swallowed hard. “Jared.” Clenching his fist he
slammed it on the counter.
“
Just. Answer the
question Layla. I need to hear it.” He turned to face me, his eyes
full of pain, anger and darkness.
“
I can’t love him.” I
stared down at my hands as I mindlessly rubbed and stroked my right
hand where his ring had once been. “Because I could never stop
loving you.” He winced and I knew my words were bitter sweet. There
was a ‘but’ hanging in the air and we both knew it only too well.
“But it doesn’t change anything. I can’t be with you Jared. My
heart aches from what we did last night. Us, our history, it still
hurts too much.” Walking over to him I placed my hand over his
chest and taking his pendant from his neck I lifted it over his
head. Holding it in my palm I pressed my forehead against his and
let out a long breath. The diamond sparkled in the light and the
inscription gleamed.
“
You have to let me go.
We have to let this go. Or we’ll tear each other apart.” Tears
rolled down his cheek and cupping his face in my hands I brushed
them away with my thumbs before placing a chaste kiss on his
lips.
Releasing him, I dropped
the pendant on the countertop and walked away. The Mercedes was
parked on the driveway and seeing me approaching through the foyer,
Daniel opened the passenger door. A loud smash reverberated through
the hall and I glanced back toward the kitchen holding my breath.
But he wasn’t coming after me this time. It was over. Closing the
door behind me, I walked out to the car and slid in. The moment the
door was closed, I fell apart. Respecting my need for privacy,
Daniel slid the screen between us allowing me to sob and cry my
heart out alone in the back seat.
The drive back to dorm
was the longest journey of my life and as we pulled into the
parking lot my heart plummeted as a hot red, gleaming Ducati caught
my eye. I felt nauseous and my insides twisted as grief swept
through me. Opening the door, Daniel gave me a sympathetic look.
“Take care Miss Jennings.” I nodded. “Thank you Daniel. Take care
of him for me. He needs someone to care about him.” Tipping his hat
he got in and drove away, leaving me alone on the
sidewalk.
The whole place was
deserted as it always was on a Sunday morning. Staring at the
ground, I walked slowly to the entrance of the building. I froze,
glued to the spot as I came face to face with Ollie. Sitting on the
ground, with his arms wrapped around his knees, he stared at me
with the saddest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Tears threatened again
as I swallowed hard, gulping my sorrow down into my chest where it
constricted and left me breathless. Tears were in his eyes and from
the red and blotchy patches on his cheeks I knew he’d been crying.
Sniffling and shuddering through my tears, I sobbed. Pressing my
hand over my mouth as each heart wrenching sound left my lips. “I
missed you so I came back early. I went upstairs and when you
weren’t there I made Amy tell me where you were. She told me about
your dinner. And then you pulled up in his car, well I guess I
don’t have to ask. That paired with the distraught look on your
face right now tells me all I need to know.”
Swiping his own tears
away with his hands he stared at me shaking his head.
“
I’m sorry Ollie. I’m so
sorry. I never planned for it to happen. I swear.”
Looking away he let out a
snort of laughter. “I never stood a chance did I Layla? It was
always going to be him. You were never going to be mine. I was
kidding myself.”
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