Connections (10 page)

She opened the fridge, not expecting much as she pulled out a bottle of wine. Yes it was early, not even 9am yet. Perfect though for her to forget everything, a chance for her to become numb for just a little bit and forget about her Mother.

She poured some of her chardonnay into a mason jar as she let her mind drift to Zach. Her stomach twisted as she thought about him, the way he looked at her, the way she felt around him.

It was different.

It was good different.

Especially when she thought about Brad.

She took a long drink of her wine.

Why now? Why did she have to meet Zach on a train, when she was thinking of Brad? Why had she even been thinking of Brad? Why the hell was she letting him back into her life?

Her hands shook as she took another sip of the wine and the silence of the loft was broken with the ringing of her phone.

She didn’t think as she threw the Mason jar to the floor.

Shayla only felt better for a moment, before she realized she would have to clean up the glass. She reached towards the counter for her phone; she didn’t recognize the number as she hit the speaker phone icon, “Hello?”

“
Shayla, its Brad.” His voice was smooth and masculine with that same tone that had always made her body quiver with desire in the past.

“
What do you want Brad?” She didn’t even try to hide the frustration in her voice.

He laughed, “You know exactly what I want Shayla.”

She rolled her eyes, thankful he couldn’t see her right now. “What, the wife hasn’t blown you in the last decade so you thought, hey let me go find my old little mistress and see if she wants to?”

“
Oh, Shayla” He sighed, “You should know me better than that. I never wanted to break up.”

“
But you never wanted to leave your wife either.”

“
Give me a chance Shayla. I never went looking for you. You came to me that day. The moment we first spoke, I knew there was something about you. I felt it again when I say you yesterday. Please, meet me in the city this afternoon.”

Shayla closed her eyes, afraid to move, afraid of the glass and her feelings. “Where?”

“
I’m at the studio.” His voice changed a little bit.

“
What time?”

“
Noon”

Shayla felt her body quiver. “Fine, I’ll be there.”

“
Good. I’ll see you soon Shayla.”

She reached over and hung up, looking down at the broken glass around her as she backed away slowly, thankful she had her shoes on as she went to gather her broom to sweep up the pieces.

She looked at the clock, she had plenty of time to show, change into fresh clothing, and gather the courage it was going to take to show up at the studio apartment she’d once shared with him. The apartment where he kept her.

Her hand shook as she reached up to knock on the door. She’d opted to wear skinny jeans, a long t-shirt, loose sweater and a scarf. She knew this was not the look he was expecting.

No, Brad would expect her in a trench coat; fishnets and high heels that would make her character throw up instead of the ballet flats she’d opted for.

The door opened, the television was on with a football pre-game report. Brad looked at her, the disappointment visible on his face. “Come on in.”

She looked around; it had become very much a man cave over the last few years since she’d left. “It’s different.” Shayla tried to smile, and she did slightly when she saw that the beaded curtain she’d hung still separated the bedroom area from the rest of the apartment.

“
You took the comforts that made this a home when you left.” He stood near the fridge and took out a bottle of vodka, “Screwdriver?”

“
Yeah, um, sure,” Shayla put her purse down on the counter, “What are you doing in the city today?”

“
I told Claire that I had to work. Technically watching this game is work.”

Shayla glanced and realized almost immediately who he meant; one of the pre-game reporters was one of the men from last night, one of the men she’d been a bonus for. “I’m not the same girl I used to be Brad.”

“
I know.” He handed her the drink, that just from the look of it, screamed strong.

She took a sip, enjoying the feel of the vodka warming her body, helping her to relax. “What do you want from me Brad? Why did you want to see me again?”

Brad stayed a few steps away, “I still love you Shay.”

She took a sip, trying to form her thoughts before finally speaking, “I don’t think what we had was love.”

Brad put his drink down, stepped towards her, his hand on her cheek, “Shayla Daniels, has any man ever made you feel the way I do?”

She shook her head to answer no.

“
Has any man ever given you the butterflies I do? I know you have them right now. I can see it in your eyes.”

She closed her eyes, “Brad, I can’t spend my whole life being the woman you fuck because Claire isn’t giving you any unless she wants a child.”

Brad let his hand drift down her neck slowly, “I’m sorry if that’s how I made you feel Shayla. Everything between us was always so intense, so raw. I didn’t understand it then.”

“
I don’t understand it now.” She confessed as she felt the scarf drift away from her body.

“
Did you understand it then?” his hands began to push away the sweater.

Her eyes were locked on his, “I thought I did. I thought I loved you, that you loved me. I did so many stupid things for you Brad.”

“
Do you regret the things you did for me?”

Her heart raced as she felt his hands sliding under her t-shirt, they were hot against her chilled skin. “No.”

Brad smiled, “I promise, no more being a bonus, unless you want to.”

“
I can’t go back to this Brad. I can’t be your mistress.”

He pulled her t-shirt off of her, his hands running up her body to her lace bra. “You aren’t my mistress Shayla. You are the woman I love.”

“
But you’re married.” Her body responded to his touch, encouraging him. She wanted him.

She needed to feel Brad touch her.

“
Only on paper” He kissed her neck, hearing her purr with pleasure. “It’s only for the kids. Once they’re old enough to deal with it, we’re getting divorced.”

“
What am I supposed to do? Just wait around?” Her fingers combed his hair as he moved to kiss her between her breasts.

“
Give me a chance.” Brad had sunk down to his knees as he reached to unbutton her jeans.

Shayla pulled away for a moment as she looked at him.

His eyes said it all.

He wanted her.

He
needed
her.

Now and always.

She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her body out of them, leaving her standing in front of him in her pink lace bra and matching panties. She went towards the bed, “Are you joining me, or not?”

Brad began to pull his own t-shirt off, and slug off his jeans as he watched her pose on the bed. He’d never thought he’d get another chance with her, he was going to make this last, he was going to remind her how good it felt to be with him. He was going to close the deal.

Her heart was racing as she watched him crawl to her, his hair was closer to salt and pepper now than it had been the last time, but it turned her on even more. None of the other men she’d slept with had looked at her the way he did.

He pushed her legs apart, kissing his way up them, his tongue teasing her thighs before he gave her one, slow, long lick over her panties before he reached up to pull them down.

Her pussy was wet, her scent filling his senses, turning him from a hungry man to a ravenous one. He took the time to enjoy her, the taste just as he’d remembered, just as he’d longed for all this time.

His cock was hard, but he knew it would get relief; he just had to build up to it. He had to remind Shayla just what he could do for her.

Her body radiated with passion as she felt herself grinding her pussy into Brad’s face. It had been far too long since a man had gone down on her with this kind of attention. She was almost afraid to let herself come and have it end, yet he did that one simple move that always got her as his tongue and fingers moved in a way of a master musician playing their instrument.

“
Oh Brad.” She cried out, her body against his face, “Uncle Brad!”

He could hear her screams, and the moment she called him Uncle Brad, his cock got as hard as it possibly could. He loved when they played this little part of the game. He moved up her body with kisses, stopping at each breast before looking up at her, “What do you want
Uncle Brad
to do to you Shayla? Do you want him to fuck you like the naughty little girl you are?”

His hand still played with her clit, bringing her close.

She nodded as she bit her lip.

“
Say it Shayla, say
fuck me Uncle, fuck me now.”

“
Fuck…me...Brad…fuck…now…please!”
She gasped before he brought both his hands to her breasts.

“
Since you said please, I’m going to fuck you hard and good.” His hands moved to her hips, pulling her hot, dripping pussy closer to his hungry dick.

He stroked himself a couple of times, ran a palm over her pussy, causing her body to jerk with need before he rubbed his cock again. “You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you? Don’t worry;
Uncle Brad
will help you out.”

Shayla was half out of her mind when she felt Brad slowly enter her. He stayed still for a moment as if getting used to the feel of her pussy trying to milk his dick.

Brad enjoyed just how tight she was around him. She’d always been tight, even after she fucked bigger men. He always enjoyed how she didn’t seem to get stretched out like the other women he fucked.

He started to thrust, his hands on her hips, trying to pace her with his movements. He wasn’t going to last long; he’d been far too horny to take this slow.

He moved like a jackrabbit as he fucked her.

Shayla hadn’t felt anything this frenzied, this passionate in a very long time.

He fit in her so well, the way he fucked her hit all the right places as she felt herself leave her body as she came.

She could hear him moaning, saying her name.

She could feel him clinging to her body, still slowly thrusting after spewing his seed inside of her body.

This was unreal.

It had felt so good.

She opened her eyes to see Brad lying next to her, their bodies entwined, “That was…”

“
Amazing” He kissed her, pulling her body against his. “It can be like this always.”

Shayla enjoyed the feeling of his body against hers, “Just hold me, please.” She wasn’t ready to commit to this. Not with everything else. She just wanted to feel his touch, his breath against her neck.

“
I’m not letting you go again.” He promised as one arm wrapped around her chest and the other reached down to bring her to another climax.

Shayla let herself give into his touch again, as she tried to convince herself things would be different this time since Brad said so.

CHAPTER NINE

The air, the water, the sand were all cold, but that didn’t stop Cassandra as she removed her shoes, sock and dug her feet into the sand. Her head hurt, her body yearned to be touched again, but the thought of Jordan touching her didn’t intrigue her the way the thought of Gavin wrapping his arms around her did.