Falling for Him (Stories of Serendipity) (9 page)

He grasped her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly.  She couldn't remember when he had kissed her like this.  It didn't matter.  A gentle kiss, no matter how swoonworthy wouldn't undo years of making her feel taken advantage of.  She pressed her lips together in an attempt to thwart his advances.  His hands moved from her face, one to her hair and one to her waist, pulling her closer to him, as he tried to deepen the kiss.  Amy could feel his tongue moving across her lips, urging them open.  She reluctantly acquiesced, remembering the last time they had had sex and how he wouldn't even look at her.  His tongue made its entrance and probed her mouth, its warmth sending an unwilling tremor through her body. 

Without letting go, Bryan began leading her to the bed.  Amy broke away with a gasp.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm making love to you.  The way you deserve, Amy."

"What about Brad?"

"He's down the hall, immersed in video games.  He won't come up for air for hours."  She remained stiff in his arms, unwilling to sink to the bed, to his wishes.  "Please?  Let me at least try…"  The pleading look he sent her tugged at her heart strings, but she was still unwilling to bend.

"I'm really not sure it will work."

Bryan pushed her gently onto the bed, lowering himself on top of her.  "Look.  I know I've messed up, big time.  But you have, too.  Admit it, and let me at least try to make up for what I've done.  Please…"  His heated gaze on her was filled with desire, with longing, with love…with everything she'd wanted to see.

"Okay."  At her word, he crushed his mouth to hers in a searing kiss, and she opened up to him.  With a triumphant groan, Bryan began pulling at her clothes, slowly undressing her until she was naked beneath him.  It was unlike anything they’d done recently.  In fact, she couldn’t remember him undressing her since Ashley was a baby, and even then she’d hurried him along before the next feeding.

He kissed down her jaw to her breasts, then pulled away to look at her.

"You've been working out?"  He questioned Amy, a simple question, but it spoke volumes.  He knew.  Somehow he knew she was talking to someone else.  Maybe he thought she was having an affair like his, maybe it was his guilty mindset wanting to place his own guilt on somebody else's shoulders.

"Yes," she squeaked.  The absence of his mouth on her skin left a void inside her.

"You look good."  His voice was husky with emotion, and he lowered his mouth to her breasts.  As he suckled first one, then the other, Amy felt a welling up of remorse inside her.  She willed it to subside or else all would be lost.  Her plan, her life, herself.  So she shoved the emotions aside, and gave in to sensations. 

His hot mouth on her breasts was replaced by his fingers tweaking her nipples, as he kissed lower on her abdomen, swirling his tongue in her navel.  The shudder it sent through her was shocking, and she was panting by the time his tongue stroked the apex of her thighs.  She jolted upwards and grabbed his hair, unwilling to let him stop the maddening torture.

One hand left a breast, and while the other continued flicking and twisting her nipple, the other hand traveled down between her legs, parting her slick folds.  Bryan stuck in a finger, and Amy let out a choked moan in response, arching her back to feel more, yet unwilling to disturb the teenager down the hall.  He stuck in another finger and curled them slightly, and Amy came completely undone, spasming around his fingers, as her hot wetness coated his face.  He continued licking her until she clamped her legs around his head, unable to stand it anymore.

He chuckled, a soft, throaty sound that made Amy squirm for more, and he raised himself up on his elbows.  She could see her juices glistening on his face.  He bent, and kissed the inside of her thigh, before moving back up to her breasts, taking them again inside his mouth one at a time, gently suckling her desire back to the surface. After working her back up into another frenzy, Bryan pushed himself inside her, filling her slowly.

Bryan froze above her, looking into her eyes.  She saw something there that scared the life out of her.

She wanted to cry.

Bryan's deep brown eyes were wide pools of emotion.  It was as if this was the last time he would make love to her.  As if he knew she was leaving him, or as if he were leaving her.  She didn't know, but she could see it in his eyes.  After this, it would all change.  Forever.

He lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss that took her breath away and replaced it with the smell of herself.  She could taste herself in his warm mouth, and the co-mingling of his saliva with her juices warmed her core.  As he kissed her, Bryan began moving, and the pressure inside her built again.

He was careful as he made love to her, his movements slow and purposeful.  His hands were everywhere, slowly caressing her, driving her to the brink of pleasure at a maddeningly slow pace.  His kisses left her mouth and moved over to her ear, where his hot breath almost made her weep.

"Don't leave me, Amy."  He mumbled, as she felt something wet on her neck.  She opened her eyes to see him kissing her neck, tears streaming down his face.  She clutched him to her, holding his strength, while he continued to move inside her.  Her hips rose to meet his, as together, they climbed the mountain, and fell over into the abyss.

"Too late…"  She whispered, before closing her eyes to him, squeezing a tear out of the corner.

Chapter 8: 

The next week went by in a blur.  Bryan was off from work, but managed to keep himself busy with chores around the house, avoiding Amy.  She saw him only at meal times, which was fine, because she honestly didn't know what to think.  After Christmas night's love making, he hadn't spoken more than ten words to her all week.
 

She had honestly thought that it had been a goodbye fuck, although it hadn’t seemed like it at all.  It had been tender and sweet, like the way they’d made love when they were first married.  But Bryan had withdrawn, and part of Amy felt angry about it, and part of her felt relieved.  And then she’d get mad at herself for her fickle thoughts.  As she watched his newly toned body, climbing ladders to take down decorations, she would catch herself admiring it, then her thoughts would wander to the woman he’d been seeing, wondering exactly what she’d seen.  And fury took over.  She’d given Bryan twenty years of her life.  She born his children, cooked his meals, washed his clothes, kept his house clean for twenty years, and he cheated.

Then she would think of Cool_Hand_Luke, and their date.  She was looking forward to it, to meeting him.  But at the same time, she was terrified.  Meeting Cool_Hand_Luke was the last step.  Once she actually saw him in person, it would be over between her and Bryan, no matter what happened with Cool_Hand_Luke.  Meeting him would be the point of no return.

Amy managed to hold herself together through a shopping trip with Ashley to spend her gift card.  Amy felt the need to supervise and was glad she was there to veto some of the outfits her daughter picked out.

"You're so lame, Mom.  Everybody wears this stuff."

"Yeah, and I used the same line on my mom once.  I said, put it back."

Boy was that a fun trip.

New Year's eve, the family was at the dinner table when Amy brought up her plans.

"Me and Kathy are going to ring in the New Year girl's style at the Gin tonight.  Do you mind watching the kids?"  She looked at Bryan with as innocent an expression as she could manage.

He didn't even look at her.  "No.  I'll stay home."  His voice was quiet.

"Thank you."

Later, when she was getting dressed in their bedroom, she thought about what exactly she was getting ready to do.  She was ending it with Bryan, but she was starting something new.  A new year, a new life.  One just for herself, whether it included Cool_Hand_Luke or not.  She realized that she felt a quiet exhilaration.  It was an adventure, one that she was embarking on alone.  She would not feel taken advantage of anymore.  Amy would not feel betrayed.  She was going to be in charge of her emotions now. 

Bryan came in quietly.  He shut the door behind him and slowly walked over to where Amy was putting on her make up at her dressing table.

"I know what you're doing, Amy."

She felt the blood drain from her face.  "Oh?"

"I don't know what you're expecting, but know this…"  He raked his hands through his hair and turned to her with wild eyes but his voice was quiet and held a desperation she had never heard before from him.  "I love you.  However tonight turns out, you'll come home to me.  And we'll talk."  Before he could respond, he turned on his heels and left the room.

Amy was floored.  Did he know for sure she was meeting somebody else?  How did he know?

And she couldn’t remember when the last time was that he’d said he loved her.

It didn't matter, she told herself.  Things have been done that couldn't be forgiven.  He'd apologized for the way he'd treated her, and he seemed sincere.  Then he'd spent this entire week ignoring her.  Yup.  She couldn't live like this anymore.  It wasn't a marriage anymore.

They were roommates.

Chapter 9:

Amy got to the Gin an hour early for a little liquid courage.  Ordering a tequila shot and a beer back, she slammed the shot and sipped the beer.  Focusing on the warmth spreading through her gut, she drank the beer quickly and thought about what was in store for her.

She was going to meet her online Romeo.  The last time they’d spoken, he’d given her a taste of what he’d like to do to her tonight.  She had no idea if he actually would go through with it, though.  What if he saw her, was repulsed, and left without speaking to her?

What if he wasn’t?

She honestly didn’t know which was more terrifying.

Amy ordered another beer before heading back outside to the bridge.

She
listened to the creek water run, and the crickets chirping, while wondering what Cool_Hand_Luke was really like, if he was as handsome as Bryan.  Bryan was really nice looking.  He still took her breath away sometimes when she looked at him, especially since he’d been working out. She shuddered at the thought that she was attracted to him since he’d started working out for his lover.  It made her sad to know her marriage was over.  Memories of last week's love making surfaced, and she couldn't deny that it was the best they'd had.  Ever. 

He'd made her feel like a woman that night.  He'd desired her.  He'd loved her.  He’d appreciated her.  He’d made her feel like a woman.

But Cool_Hand_Luke could probably do that too.  And he wouldn't just do it to make up for something awful he'd done.  He would do it all the time.

Amy was so lost in her thoughts of Bryan and Cool_Hand_Luke, she didn't notice the bridge shift under the additional weight of another person approaching.  She didn't immediately smell the foreign cologne on the air. 
The music from the bar was still loud in her ears, and she didn’t hear the nervous breathing of the man behind her.  She wasn't aware of anything until strong hands gripped her hips and a seductive voice whispered against her neck.

"Nice night, isn't it, Dearest?"

She started to turn to look, but he stopped her with his mouth on her neck.  It moved against her skin.  "I don't want you to look, just yet.  Remember?"

She nodded, her stomach in her throat, as she surrendered to the feel of him.  Danger crackled beneath his fingertips as they swept across her body.  She knew this was perilous, meeting a stranger for sex, but something about Cool_Hand_Luke was comforting, always had been. His breath on her back, as he lowered himself down her body, made her tremble.  She had worn strappy heels and a short, flared skirt, with his last online chat in mind, hoping, and at the same time afraid, that he would enact it.

His hands slithered down her legs, and he started kissing them.  Hot, wet, open-mouth kisses up the backs of her legs.  The sensation sent shivers through her body, and she shuddered with want.  His hands caressed her legs, and his mouth followed them with kisses, touching every available surface on the backs of her legs.

His hands raised her skirt over her hips and he expelled a whoosh of breath at her thong panties, framing her butt for him.  He caressed and kissed it, kneading the flesh between his strong, smooth fingers.  Again, his mouth followed the caresses of his hands, until Amy was a trembling mass.  When one hand slipped between her legs, Amy parted them.

Through the ambient noise of an unseasonably warm New Year’s night and the bar noises, he whispered, "That's it.  Open up for me.” She struggled to pinpoint undertones of his voice, but she couldn’t identify anything, except desire. One hand at her waist and one at her back gently pushed her, until she was bent over the railing, before he pulled aside the strip of fabric covering her and licked her folds from top to bottom.  She heard him breathe deep, then he dipped his tongue in for more, licking and lapping as if she were an ice cream cone.  She leaned over more on the railing, because her legs didn't feel like they could hold her weight anymore.  Amy gasped as the pressure inside her built into a heat she couldn't control.  She didn't want to.