Secrets (A Standalone Novel) (A Suspense Romance) (6 page)

I felt like an old pro at going on first dates. In the
last couple years I had certainly had my fair share of them. Unfortunately,
first dates never seemed to correlate into second or third dates for me. Often
there just was no chemistry between me and the guy.

Rob and I had a great date though. He was funny and
made me laugh. He was very handsome. His surfer boy looks certainly could get
the ladies. Unfortunately there just was no chemistry between the two of us. Or
at least, I didn’t feel the chemistry. Rob certainly felt fine about the two of
us. He spent much of the evening flirtatiously setting his hand on different
parts of my body.

When he arrived at my door and walked me out to his
car, his hand was on my lower back. When he pulled my chair out for me at the
restaurant, he let his hand sit on my shoulder after he pushed my chair in.
Then on the drive back to my house he let out a bellowing laugh at one of my
jokes and just happened to let his hand land on my thigh as he finished
laughing.

I didn’t really mind. He was cute and really funny. I
just didn’t feel a passion or spark for him. There was no burning desire to
take him to bed and certainly no feeling of lust toward him; even with his hand
perched on my thigh I couldn’t feel any excitement. All in all it was a good
date though. We got along great and made each other laugh. It was better than
most of my other dates and I could see myself actually being friends with this
guy. Although, I could not see myself dating him. It would be hard to tell him
no if he asked me on a second date though. I’d probably just have to say yes at
first and then blow him off after he was gone.

When we pulled up outside my house, Rob jumped up out
of his sports car and ran over to open my door. His car was hot and I was
really glad he didn’t have an old junk car like he had joked about in the
picture he sent earlier. The black Chevy Camaro was a delicious piece of
machinery.

His hand quickly went to my lower back as he guided me
to my front door.

“I had a great night,” I said as I glanced over to the
neighbor’s house.

Out of the corner of my eye I could swear I just saw
the light in Chris’s back room turn off and the shade on the window moving.

“Me too, I’m really glad Rebecca thought to hook us
up. It’s really hard to find decent woman out in the country. Most are either
too young, too old, or married,” Rob laughed.

I didn’t know for sure, but I thought Chris was
watching me from his window. I could feel myself getting nervous and although I
wasn’t originally planning on kissing Rob goodnight, I decided it would be
worth it if Chris was watching.

I’m not sure why I thought me kissing some other guy
would be so awesome, but I just didn’t want Chris to win this battle. I didn’t
know if he was watching for sure or not. But if he was, I was going to make
sure he knew I didn’t care at all about him disappearing. I was perfectly able
to get my own date and didn’t need to worry about his arrogance at all.

“Yeah, I’m glad too,” I said as I leaned against my
front door.

I gave Rob a flirtations look; it was a slight flutter
of my eye lashes with a little biting of my lower lip. He couldn’t refuse me.
Within seconds he had moved in for a kiss.

Normally I wouldn’t get super devoted to a good night
kiss. I usually liked them to be quick and passionate. Just enough to test out
our chemistry. This time I was going to have to go all out. If I was going to
make Chris see that I didn’t need him, I was going to have to really kiss Rob.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my hands run
through his blonde hair. It was soft and I couldn’t help but enjoy this moment
a little bit. Rob was an excellent kisser. His lips moved in perfect harmony
with mine and I could feel him readjusting his body and trying to stay just a
couple inches away from me. Likely so I couldn’t tell just how hard he was with
excitement. Slowly I let my hands go down to his back and then move back up. He
was a very fit guy and built with plenty of muscles. Not nearly as many as
Chris, but certainly still in very good shape.

As we continued to kiss, I couldn’t help but imagine
Chris watching me and getting jealous. It served him right for being such an
ass to me. I didn’t know for sure if he was watching, but I had a sneaking
suspicious that he was. There was just a feeling that I had and I wanted to
make sure Chris knew I didn’t need him. I was an independent woman; I didn’t
need to wait around for Chris to call. I wanted him to call so I could get to
know him better. But since he didn’t bother to do that I figured I would just
get to know Rob better.

“Best first date ever!” Rob exclaimed as we finally
stopped kissing.

I just smiled and tried to look over at Chris’s house
to see if I saw any movement. But it looked pretty quiet over there.

“It was very nice. You make sure and call me
sometime,” I said as I opened my front door. We said our goodbyes and Rob made
his way back to his car. I sat down on the stairs just inside my doorway as I
thought about our date. He really was a nice guy. If I had met him before
Chris, I would have been very excited.

The problem was, I had met Chris. The sexual fireworks
that were between us was so much more than I could have ever imagined. I
certainly couldn’t move on with someone else unless I found that sort of
connection again. I took my shoes off and was about to zip myself out of my
dress and go upstairs when there was a knock at my door.

“Hey Rob, did you forget something?” I said as I
opened the door.

It wasn’t Rob; instead I was face to face with Chris.

“So you went on a date?”

“Yep.”

“Alright. So he looked like a douchebag.”

“Well you don’t know him.” I could feel myself getting
angrier.

“I doubt you know him either.”

My pulse got faster as I could feel the anger building
up inside of me. Who was he to come and talk to me about my date? He had
totally ignored me for the past two weeks. It was his fault I even went on a
date in the first place.

“Really? Really? You’re going to throw up an attitude
when you disappeared for two weeks without as much as a phone call.”

Chris narrowed his eyes onto me and I felt them soften
up just a touch. He pressed into my house and shut the door behind him.

“I’m sorry. I was out of town on work.”

“Hmmm, the last time I checked the entire country had
phone service and you even carry around a little thing in your pocket called a
cell phone.”

I was getting angry and I could feel it. But for some
reason Chris just smiled at me. It was like he was antagonizing me to get
angrier.

“Yes, but when I work I can’t have my phone with me.”

“Oh my god. That’s a great excuse. Do all the women
you bang and then leave get to hear this same pile of bullshit?”

Chris had a full on smile now and seemed to be
thoroughly enjoying how furious I was. I wasn’t quite sure why I was angry
though. I really didn’t know him at all and it wasn’t like me to get so
attached to someone so quickly.

“I’m serious. No phone for two weeks. Plus, I didn’t
have your number anyways so it wouldn’t have helped me to have my phone.”

His calm demeanor should have helped to calm me down
also, but it didn’t. Instead, I continued to get louder and louder.

“Oh, so you didn’t have a phone for two weeks? How was
it up there?”

“What? Up where?” he said with a puzzled look on his
face.

“Up in Antarctica. I mean unless you were in the
African desert for your work. Because those are the only two places I can think
of that you can’t find cell service for two
friggin
’
weeks. You are unbelievable. If you didn’t want to keep in touch with me why
wouldn’t you just tell me I wasn’t your type?”

“You are my type.” Chris said calmly with a
mischievous smile.

“Oh my god! Seriously, how can I be your type if you
disappear for two weeks, then don’t call me and then ignore me when you do get
home?”

“Trust me, I didn’t ignore you.”

“I don’t even know what is going on here!”

I just stood there and stared at him for a minute.

“Well so what’s up with this guy you were kissing?”
Chris said with a smile.

“Nothing. We just went on a date.”

“Why?”

“Because adults go on dates when they are single.”

“I’d like to take you on a date.”

I just shook my head no. What was going on? How did we
get from him ignoring me to now he was standing in my house asking me on a date?

“No.”

Chris looked surprised at my answer. He crossed his
arms and leaned back against the door. He seemed to be pondering what to do
next. “Yes,” he said simply.

I laughed. This was like a game to him. He ignored me
for two weeks and now that he saw me kissing another guy he was suddenly interested
in me. I didn’t want to play this game anymore.

“No. I think you should leave.”

I grabbed for the door to open it but he wouldn’t
move.

“I think I should stay.” He stayed exactly where he
was with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. What an arrogant ass!

“Listen, I had fun with you. I enjoyed our night
together. I wanted to see you again, but you disappeared. I don’t have time for
this kind of stuff. I have a big art exhibit next week and I’m over this crap.
Please leave.”

“That’s great. Yes, I’ll be your date to the art
exhibit.” Chris smiled and uncrossed his arms.

“What are you talking about?”

“I would love to be your arm candy for your show. What
should it wear? Is it black tie? Or more casual?”

I didn’t know what to do. He was crazy. He actually
thought I was going to go on a date with him. Why on early would I agree to go
on a date with a guy that had been a total ass to me? I had more self-respect
than that.

“I’m not going on a date with you!” I yelled out of
exasperation.

“Damn you look sexy as fuck when you’re mad.”

“What? No I don’t.”

“Oh yes you do,” Chris said as he moved toward me.

I stepped back one small step after another before I
landed right up against the stairs. I looked up toward the top and instantly remembered
when Chris had carried me naked up to my bedroom.

I moved away from the stairs.

Chris smiled as he seemed to be remembering the exact
same thing as I was. I avoided eye contact with him and moved toward the front
door.

“Come on, it’s late. Just go home and we can talk more
tomorrow.” I said as I opened the door.

Chris grabbed the door and slammed it shut. He then
grabbed me and slammed me against the door. His body forcing me against him.

“I think I would like to stay,” he said with a smile.

My body whirled with desire for him. I didn’t want to
be so attracted to him. The problem was my body was ached to feel him. I bit my
lip as the desire started to build. I looked down to try and avoid eye contact,
but his hand gently lifted my chin up and our eyes locked. His lips came in
fast and hard against mine and I tried to push him away. I was still angry with
him. I didn’t want to have sex with him…but I couldn’t stop myself. The passion
and desire that filled my body needed to be released. I could be mad at him
tomorrow. Tonight I was going to fuck him.

I pressed hard against him and he moved all the way
back to the stairs. When we reached the stairs I pushed him right back onto his
ass. As he sat on the stairs I climbed on top of him and roughly kissed him.
Our lips moved with one another and our hands grabbed and tore at each other’s
clothes. Before I knew it my dress was hiked up to my waist and my panties were
on the ground.

Chris grabbed me and stood up, pressing my body up
against the wall and holding me there. He unzipped his pants and quickly guided
his cock inside of me. As he thrust into me, my body shook the wall and the
pictures that went up the stairway. Our lips stayed locked and I could feel the
anger leaving my body with each of his thrusts.

Harder and harder he banged my body up against the
wall. I should have said no, but I liked it. I enjoyed feeling his primal
thrusts and wanted more and more of it. I wanted to feel him inside me for
hours on end. My arms stayed wrapped around him as I held on tightly.

“Fuck me, oh god, yes,” I heard myself say as I closed
my eyes in pleasure.

“Cum for me baby. Cum hard.”

His voice was like a commander telling me what had to
be done. I listened. My body started to tense up and I could feel the rush of
excitement filling up every fiber. I tried to press against him, I wanted to
slow his thrust because the intensity was so much for me. But his thrusts kept
coming and my whole body let loose with excitement.

I felt the tightening in my abdomen, but Christ kept
thrusting.

“Oh, no, no, no…” I tried to get him to stop.

“I’m not done fucking you yet,” he said definitively.

He brought me over to the couch and placed me on the
side. He laid me over the edge and my back fell down onto the couch. With both
hands on my hips he flipped me over so my ass was in the air and he entered me
from behind. His thrusts were slow at first. I enjoyed the softness. But then
he reached down and grabbed my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the
other.

The pulse of his cock inside me hit my g-spot just
right and I felt a pleasure like I had not felt in years. Even the sex we had
had two weeks ago did not give me the pleasure that this one position was
giving me. I pressed my body back against him and urged him to go deeper and
deeper. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.

Chris leaned down and let his lips touch my back and I
could feel his breath. It was heavy and full of lust. His body heaved with each
thrust and his arms shook as he used every last ounce of energy he had.

The ecstasy was building up to a finish and I could
feel my body tensing up again. My legs got wobbly and I used the couch for
support. But soon even the couch couldn’t support me as my legs gave out and an
orgasm took over. At the same time, Chris let out his final thrust and a moan
of delight as his body released.

Before either of us could collapse onto the ground, we
crawled our way onto the couch and curled up. His arms kept me warm as we
drifted off to sleep. My mind was exhausted, my body equally as tired. I wanted
to stay mad at Chris, but in that moment there was no energy left for anger.