His Ever After (Love Square) (4 page)

I don’t know how much longer I can keep my distance. That one little taste I had of Sam still lingers on my tongue. I swear I catch faint glimpses of her perfume randomly throughout the day and her magical laugh haunts me wherever I go. Just yesterday, I was in the grocery store and found myself chasing a brunette that I thought was her, down an aisle. To say I was disappointed, when I tapped her on her shoulder, and she turned around, is an understatement.

What is it about this girl who has me turned inside out? Why can’t I let her go, knowing that she’s unavailable? I keep asking myself those questions, but I can’t quite seem to find an appropriate answer. Maybe it’s because she is the kind of girl who makes you want to fall at her feet and worship her, just for a chance to get to know her. You want to be a better person with her. You want to be everything she wants and needs.

Great! Now I sound like a lovesick pussy. But if I’m being honest with myself, that’s exactly what I am. I’ve been wrapped around her little finger for the last sixteen years. When I’m getting head, I often catch myself critiquing how the girl measures up to Sam’s technique. When I’m buried deep inside a woman, I find myself imagining it is Sam’s big, brown eyes looking up at me. I wasn’t lying when I told her I have yet to find anyone special enough to settle down with.

It’s all her fault, because no one is her. And she is already taken. Hearing her say she was married was the equivalent of losing your favorite toy or being told there is no Santa Claus when you’re waiting for him to come down the chimney.

The cursor on the blank screen blinks repeatedly. I sit back in my chair and watch it for several long moments. Should I do it? Now that I discovered we live in such a close proximity to each other, I’ve been going back and forth on the idea of emailing her for days. A big part of me hopes that contacting her will help draw her out. It would be virtually impossible for her not to have felt our connection. The sexual tension was thick that night in the pub.

And when I kissed her....
Damn!

My body was hard all over and straining to make her mine right then and there. Her lips were so soft and warm. For that brief moment, I was ready to set logic aside, throw her over my shoulder and kidnap her.

I shift in my chair to adjust my growing erection and think a little more about the girl who haunts me.

I remember that little sparkle in her eyes when we were younger. She was always such a happy person. There was a light that radiated from her. She was like a lighthouse on a cold, rainy night, saving you from utter devastation. And now that light is muted. She might have skirted around the issue the other night, but I know there is more behind the strain in her marriage. I wanted to fold her up in my arms and kiss away all her sadness. I wanted to be the one that she turns to, the one who gets to comfort her and give her the future she deserves.

The last time I remember seeing her light muted like that was right after my Senior Prom. I know she saw me with Rebecca that night. Her friend, Michelle, made sure I knew. I thought she was going to go all Lorena Bobbitt on my ass and cut off my junk. At one point, I feared for Rebecca’s safety. Michelle is nothing if not protective of her friends. I wouldn’t have put anything past her with how pissed off she was.

I’m not exactly proud of the fact I took my ex-girlfriend to Prom. But our moms were best friends, and I had promised her a long time before that I would take her. I probably should have canceled and taken Sam instead. When she told me Luke Ward asked her to Prom, I wanted to find him and kick his ass. First of all, there was no way I was going to let her spend the night with that Neanderthal. And secondly, there was no way I was going to let her see me with Rebecca. It would have been pure torture to watch each other with different people all night.

Back then I didn’t want to be tied down with a serious, long-term relationship. I was going to be heading off to the Marines, and I was a young, hot-blooded male. I wanted to be free to fuck as many girls as I could and not worry about the girl I left at home pining for me. I know I could have handled it better, but how many eighteen year olds know what the fuck they’re doing? None. Trust me, I’ve been living with that decision for a long time, but I stopped beating myself up over it a while ago. It won’t change anything, so there is no use in dwelling on it.

Which brings me back to this damn, blank email screen. I need to remind her of what we once had and get her thinking about what can be. She needs to remember and then maybe she’ll be more apt to leave that fucker.

Am I an asshole for trying to get back what I lost all those years ago? Most definitely.

Would I be pissed if some dude was sniffing around my wife? Fuck yes!

Do I care? Hell no!

Sam is my “one.” Fate brought us together again for a reason. I’m an opportunistic bastard and am going to capitalize on that as best I can. If that means getting in her face, I’ll do it. If that means making her husband look like a douche bag, I’ll do it. I will stop at nothing to make this happen with her. Getting Sam to remember how good we are together is first on the agenda. I need a clever way to grab her attention. A big smile stretches across my face. I know just what to say.

My fingers fly across the keys. I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I’m anxious to see how she is going to react to my email. I read it again and confirm that it’s just enough to hook her. Once I do that, it shouldn’t be too hard to reel her in.

I feel like patting myself on the back because the words on the screen are brilliant… The perfect blend of evasive and in your face.

I probably shouldn’t say this... But I can’t stop thinking about how we used to play in my bedroom after school :)

I hit send and flip the screen back to her official website. I navigate to the gallery of photos that have been uploaded of her with her fans. Each one makes me more on edge while waiting for her reply. The next two hours are excruciating. It feels like I’m waiting for paint to dry.

They say a watched pot never boils, so I head out of the guest room that doubles as my office and out to the kitchen. I grab a leftover takeout container from the Chinese place down the street and stare out the patio doors while eating my food.

Maybe I should call Brad and see if he wants to go out for a beer in a bit. That might take my mind off whether or not Sam is going to reply to my email.

I could be totally off the mark here. Maybe she is repulsed by my advances.
Nah… that can’t be.
I felt her tremble in my arms that night. There is no denying that she was affected by me.

I walk back into the office to grab my cell phone. But, before calling Brad, and since I’m a glutton for punishment, I decide to check my email again. I want to jump up and fist pump the air when I see that she responded.

Even if she tells me to get lost, it doesn’t matter. She’s keeping our lines of communication open by responding. I can totally work with it if she tries to blow me off. I open the message and smile a triumphant grin at her words.

Yes... If memory serves me correctly a lot of fun was had on our “play dates.” I fondly recall getting my hair caught in the door of your truck one night ;) Now I’m going to be thinking naughty thoughts all day!

I lean back in my chair and remember the fun we had that night. I have her right where I want her.

***

A noise down the hall brings me back to the present. I quickly hide Sam’s book behind me, pick up my bourbon, and wait to see what’s going to happen next. As the noise gets closer, I’m glad I decided to hide the evidence of my treason.

Chapter Three

“Jacob? Are you coming to bed?” Brooke asks from the doorway. She’s wearing nothing but a mostly sheer nighty with no underwear underneath. She thinks wearing that shit is sexy and is going to make me want her more. Little does she know that ship sailed a long time ago.

I subtly adjust my position in the chair to hide Sam’s book. “I’m just finishing my drink. I’ll be in in a minute.”

Instead of heading back to the bedroom, she slinks her way across the room until she’s standing directly in front of me. When I make no moves toward her, she rolls her eyes in annoyance and places my hands on her hips.

“Since we’re both up, why don’t you make love to me? I need to feel you, baby,” she purrs before sliding my hands up to her breasts. I can feel her nipples pebble under my touch. I swallow hard. The last thing I want to do right now is have sex with Brooke, while I’m still caught up in my memories of Sam. My dick has a different agenda, however. I can feel myself getting harder each time her hands move mine over her breasts. When she straddles my lap and slowly rubs herself against my hardness, I know I’m going to have to give in. If I don’t, she’ll lose it. I can’t handle another episode tonight.

Brooke leans over and brushes her lips against mine. “Take me, Jacob. Please. I need you,” she whispers against my mouth. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her, our tongues tangling with each other. After a few moments, I break the kiss, leaving her panting and needy. She reaches out to pull me closer, but I stop her when I say, “Go on into the bedroom. I’ll be right there.”

She smiles a seductive smile before grinding her hips into mine one last time. This is Brooke’s way of letting me know she always gets what she wants. As I watch her walk out of the room, I try to remember when her personality started changing. The first time we hooked up, she seemed so unsure of herself. She was a little quiet and shy back then. A part of her reminded me of Sam. Once I realized Sam was probably never going to leave Aiden, I was a mess. Brooke was there to help me pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. After the drunken sex we had during our first night of training, I felt bad blowing her off. I realized then that maybe I owed it to myself to see what could happen between us.

Brooke is a beautiful girl, with her shoulder length, brown hair and green eyes. She has such a regal presence. She grew up with money and hung out at country clubs. She is a thoroughbred for sure. I grew up in an upper middle class family, and even though I never wanted for anything, she is still far above my league. She’s well educated, well spoken and exudes class. And something about that turned me on.

Only now she’s mostly needy and demanding. Gone are the days of her being quiet and unsure. There’s nothing shy about her at all whenever she wants something. And God forbid if I don’t give it to her, she turns into a monster that haunts my every waking moment.

I pick up Sam’s book and stare at it for a moment before heading over to the closet in the guest bedroom and quietly place it back in its hiding place. Once I’m sure it’s sufficiently hidden, I head down the hall to the bedroom.

Brooke is lying naked on the bed. She’s propped up against the pillows, her knees bent, and her legs open just enough to show me a hint of her pussy. My dick starts to throb. She certainly presents a nice, little package sitting there waiting for me.

Hey! Don’t hate! I’m a man. Even though I’d love for Brooke to move on and drive someone else crazy, my dick still knows a hot, wet cunt when it sees one.

I push my pajama bottoms down my legs and kick them off, leaving myself naked before crawling up the bed towards her. She spreads her legs wider and trails her finger down the center of her body. When she gets to the sweet spot, she pushes a finger inside herself before bringing it to her mouth and sucking the digit clean.

“Mmm… want a taste?” Fuck. I can’t help but love it when she acts like a dirty girl. That’s another thing that I found so damn fascinating about Brooke. She gives new meaning to the saying “a lady on the streets, but a freak in the sheets.” The things she’s let me do to her would have any man running back for more.

I position myself in between her legs and lean down to taste her. She doesn’t taste nearly as sweet as Sam. I shake the thought from my head and continue eating Brooke’s pussy. She might not be as sweet, but it’s still pretty damn good. She begins to writhe and grind herself down on my face. I know she’s starting to get close, and I want to get this over with. I make my way up her body, trailing my lips along her skin as I go. I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom from the drawer.

“We don’t need a condom, baby. I think it’s time we try to get pregnant again,” Brooke says as she wraps her fingers around my hard on. It’s a good thing she’s stroking me right now, because those words would have been enough to deflate my cock if she wasn’t.

“I don’t think we’re ready for that. Let’s take our time. We aren’t even married yet,” I say in between pants.

She strokes a little harder and faster now. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and my hips push into her hand.

“Please, Jacob. I want another baby,” she whimpers and increases her speed again.

Fuck.
She’s trying to coerce my agreement by jacking me off. This has become commonplace with her, and it’s partially my fault for reinforcing her behavior. Asking me if we can go on vacation in St. Barths is a little different than asking me to knock her up, though. I drop my head to her shoulder and take a deep breath trying to enforce my willpower, but her damn hand feels so fucking good right now.

Eventually, I pull back from her and rip open the condom wrapper. “Not tonight, Brooke. We need to discuss this when we aren’t in the heat of the moment and make sure it’s what we both want,” I murmur as I roll the condom on.

I lower myself over her and unceremoniously thrust inside. I’m not gentle. Why should I be? I feel trapped in this relationship. I’m not going to pretend that we’re making love. Sam’s the only one I’ve ever truly made love to.

Brooke claws at me, either from passion or from anger. I’m not sure which. There’s sure to be open wounds on my back before the night is over. I’m guessing that she’s pissed I didn’t cave into her demands. As I push faster and harder into her, the headboard slams into the wall. Her moans and screams echo through the room.