Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) (15 page)

     An
angry
man to be precise…

     “Yes…” I whispered back to him.

     “Why are you in love with him? What makes him special?” His gaze still probed, seeking answers.

     Fuck, what do I say to that?

     I asked myself this very question too and couldn’t seem to find a good enough reason.
Sure
, Carter was a dynamite in bed—but apart from that, what? He was sweet—from time to time—which wasn’t a consistent trait. So, what then? His rock-hard body and his asshole attitude? Now that I think of it, we didn’t really talk much about anything with depth. Take in the fact that Carter was sexy as sin and his dark eyes can obliterate me at most uncertain times, but was that all that made me fall for him?

     But for reasons I couldn’t fathom, I did.

     I knew it when I saw him speak to other women and felt like I was being stabbed to death. It wasn’t jealousy because jealousy wouldn’t drive me to feel that kind of feeling. It was much more intense and heart-wrenching. When he got hurt during a soccer game against UCLA he blacked-out for a good minute and I thought of never being with him again. I knew then that I loved him, much to my dismay. Those short months with him, I willed hard not to go to that damning direction, but in the end, I still ended up there.

     There’s a lot of truth about a person when they fall in love with the wrong person–your brain may tell you it’s a horrible idea, but the heart rules everything.
It just does
, plain and simple.

     “I just do. I can’t explain how or why I did. I remember that it just dawned on me one night. It’s been hell ever since.”

    “You don’t seem very happy about that.” This wise man observed.

    “No, I am not. He’s not an easy man.”

     Hell, yeah Carter Mason was not easy! He was a walking contradiction—for reasons I had no clue.

     “I understand” he sighed and closed his eyes.

     “Bass, let’s go for a swim? I feel restless.”

     “Seriously? It’s like three in the morning, Em.” I got up and left the movie theatre.

     “Last one there has a sore, hairy butt crack!” I yelled after him.   

     “Whoa, there!” Bass uttered as he saw me wiggle out of his boxers and hastily placed it on the pool lounge.

     The moon was high and the City of Angels glittered before me–thriving, alive and so full of life!

     It really was beautiful here, especially at night. It just looked downright riveting.

     The huge swimming pool looked too enticing to be resisted. The color matched the color of Bass’s eyes.

     What was he waiting for anyway? The known bad boy was hesitant.

     “What’s wrong Bass? Admitting that your ass is a sore hairy butt crack?” I teased, but he was too stunned to reply. His blue gaze stuck to my skimpy thong-clad bottom.

     A jolt of excitement coursed through me as Bass took me in his eyes. It was intoxicating and it made me feel beautiful.

     “
Hello
, earth to Bass Cole?” I waved both hands at him.

     Bass cleared his throat. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Emma.”

     Yeah, right. I’m only young once and I want to live and let live. Who cares if I had my heart broken? Who cares if Carter doesn’t love me? At least I’m alive–alive and breathing, and enjoying Bass Cole’s arousing countenance.

     I am grateful for life’s good blessings
just
fine, I thought mischievously.

     “Why not, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve swam almost naked? In fact, it was your suggestion to skinny dip if I recall correctly.” I pouted at him.

     Seriously, Bass looks like a living, breathing epitome of a sex god. The way he broods when he’s in deep thought or the way his hands held his hips when he doesn’t agree on something. Every single move he does just oozed of sex. Bass was potent with masculinity and I found it erotic and stimulating. 

     According to most females, they felt this way towards him too. But all that fame and power didn’t seem to get into his head. He was quite grounded and not stuck up, surprisingly enough.

     I don’t know what precisely triggered my audacious attitude, but tonight I felt like I had some kind of clarity.

     Maybe it was the tiny stint of acting in Martin Lombardo’s home or the talk I had with Bass or quite possibly the wine talking—but it didn’t matter because I felt
fan-fucking-tastic!

“Beauty is only skin deep. If you go after someone just because she’s beautiful but don’t have anything to talk about, it’s going to get boring fast. You want to look beyond the surface and see if you can have fun or if you have anything in common with this person.”

-
Amanda Peet

Bass Cole

     “Emma, I’m telling you again, this is not the wisest of ideas.” I croaked out as my eyes gathered the delectable supple perfection of her tight booty.

     RAWR!

     Hell, why wasn’t she paying attention?

     Emma merely shrugged as she pulled the hem of her shirt, lifted it upwards and off her body.

     I swallowed.

     My tiny thread of sanity was lost amidst the sudden throb of my cock. I knew her body was in great shape.
Hell
—I’ve been fantasizing about it too much. But nothing prepared me to see her tight body up close. And what nice breasts they are…I just wanted to feast on them, over and over again.

     Her nipples perked up as the mild air hit them. The raving beauty then turned to me, “Ready to swim?”

     Fuck yeah, I’m ready to swim. But not in the damn swimming pool but in your deep, moist, and very hot channel, I thought wickedly.

     Who would’ve thought a blondie would have me so whipped? I was a brunette kind of man and have a thing for exotic beauties. But all that changed when I caught a glimpse of this woman swaying so seductively on the dance floor. I remember my breath caught at the mere sight of her and it’s been a fucking battle to the wills ever since.

     It hasn’t been easy keeping distance from her. But what could I do? She was in love with someone else.

     “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Emma Anderson.” I warned as I placed a bottle of vodka and my phone at the edge of the pool.

     The woman just gave me a seductive smile.

     Fuck, was she doing this on purpose? She wanted me to kiss her. But fuck, I couldn’t do it. Not when she’s not ready for it. I didn’t want to be second best. I wanted to be first place, but shit like that didn’t matter when she was obviously still broken.

     What did I want from Emma? Tricky,
tricky
question—but for now—I’d gladly settle to be what she wanted me to be.

     Without breaking eye contact, I took off my clothes—all of them. What’s a skinny dip if one didn’t go commando?

     I heard Emma gasp as I pulled down my boxers and stepped out of them. I used to get smug when women saw my cock and relished it with their rabid expression, but with Emma staring at me the way she was made me feel like a damn king.

    ”Is it up to your approval, my darling?” I amorously asked the golden beauty.

     Emma licked her lips and she tried to drag her eyes away from my prized possession. It involuntarily twitched from her avid attention. She simply just groaned and hastily dived in the pool.

     I just laughed at her blushing expression.

    
How lovely you are Emma
, I thought as I joined her in the pool, diving head first and did a few laps.

     When I came up for air, I noticed she wasn’t in the deep end. Instead, she chose distance. We were both in opposite ends of the pool, not my choice because if it was, I’d rather have her close—close enough for me to
almost
taste her but not.

     “Scared of me already?” I called out, as my hands skimmed through the warm water.

     “Hell, no, should I be?” Emma asked.

     Heck, you really should be because the way the pool lights are flickering over your nice body, giving it a nice silhouette form, I might
just eat you whole and never gasp for air. I bet she tasted as sweet as ripe nectar—to be savored and relish ever so slowly.

     Fuck, I cussed over and over again.

     My brain seemed to only think about Emma and her fucking body. And right now, the only functioning brain left it seemed was the brain of my shaft. I’m so hard, it’s painful. I think this is the longest I’ve ever gone without sex. But since I met Emma, I haven’t been interested to hook-up with other willing beauties. This was a first for me.

     I really needed to get my head out of any sexual thoughts. It’ll only get worse if I didn’t. I obliged myself with a shot of vodka. Opening the bottled drink, I took a gulp from the frosted drink–loving the feel of it burning down my throat and settling its warmth in my stomach. Yeah, that feels much better, I thought with contentment.

     The soft ripples of water hit my back softly, an indication that Emma was swimming towards me. My chest was thumping wildly at the thought of her bare-chested and so close to me.

     “You’re not going to share that? Greedy man, you are, Bass.” She teased and settled herself right next to me, our arms touching.

     “I’ll share whatever you want me to share, little lady.” I retorted back as I handed her the bottle of vodka. My eyes zeroed in on her lips as she placed the bottle opening to her lips, threw her head back and took a quick gulp.

     She shivered, “Argh!” Emma muttered as she placed the bottle back on the white cobbled floor, next to my phone.

     As much as I want to divert my eyes below her neck and study her amazing breasts, I trained my eyes to look elsewhere. Anywhere but.

     “Bass, are you nervous?” she leaned close. Her perfumed skin hit me full-on. My cock hardened even more. Fuck, what will she think of me if she suddenly decided to look down and see my Johnson all hard?

     There was no need to answer her because it was damn obvious that I was. Without much thought, I went under water and swam away from her. Away from the delicious temptation that was off-limits to me.

     When I came up for air, I swam towards the middle of the pool and broodingly studied the city above me, but seeing nothing.

     My body tensed when I felt Emma’s heat behind me. I let out a soft moan when I felt her kiss my shoulder as her breasts pressed against my back. My body raged as my blood scorched and my mind went lull. In haste, I grabbed her waist and drew her before me, pressing her back against the pool wall.

      Face to face, we stared at each other, both hearts on a wild stampede. With the searing power of my eyes, I caressed her—slowly, decisively and acutely. I spoke out, but my eyes stayed on her lips.

Exquisite, so lush and pure

Will you taste as sweet as I have dreamt you to be?

I’m staggered by your magnetism, your beauty and your truth—

Will I captivate you as you have done me?

Sweet Emma, your name alone, spoken from my lips gives me enough sweetness

Savored and cherished as one should be

     As much as it killed me not to kiss this lovely woman, I willed myself not to because I knew that I would not be able to stop at just kissing her. Instead, I buried my head in her neck. I softly bit it as she moaned and threw her head back, exposing her neck and giving me full access to it.

    ”Bass…,” she gasped my name.

     From the base of her throat, my hot tongue snaked out and licked her wet skin—all the way to her chin. My hand found her nipple, placed it between my thumb and finger, twisting it back and forth as I sucked on her neck and bit into it as her legs locked on my hips. “I want…Bass…your lips…
kiss me,
” she pleaded, breathless.