Worshipped (Worshipped Series Book 1) (3 page)

“A beer will be great. Thank you.” I grab a beer from the fridge and hand it to him.

“You have a nice place.” Isaac said, trying to make small talk.;

“Thanks. It’s nothing extraordinary but it suits me just fine.”

My house is a two story family home. It has a great front yard along with a pool in the back. It is a great starter home. When you first walk in, the warmness of the fireplace, the inviting colors of the walls, everything about this home makes you want to stay. I planned to make the upstairs rooms for my children. Now they are just a spare room and my crafting room. I never expected it to be only mine for this long.

“I take it your friend wasn’t too happy with me tonight,” he says.

“Karen will be fine. She’s just a bit overprotective,” I tell him.

He finishes his beer and sets the bottle down on the counter. I’m sitting on the bar as he approaches me.

“I have no idea what I’m doing here, but I’ve never had this strong attraction to any woman before.” Isaac has a way with words that’s for sure.

I begin to feel that same ache, longing for him to touch me again. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been with a man in so long. Or maybe because Karen interrupted what we started back at Jake’s. Whatever it is, I’m not about to question it.

He positions himself between my legs, running his hands up my thighs. My sex begins to throb and my nipples harden at his touch. He then looks at me with those blazing blue eyes again. I know that look already; he wants me just as much as I want him.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I pull him by his neck closer to me so I can taste him. He seems to enjoy my aggressiveness. He moans and holds me tighter. His hands fall into my hair, grabbing handfuls and pulling it. He feels so good next to me, like we belong to together. I wrap both my legs around him, begging him to speed up.

He stops and asks, “Where’s your bedroom?”

I reply, “Down the hall on the right.”

He picks me up, never leaving my swollen lips, and takes me to my room. Once there, he lays me down on the bed, watching me. I begin to undress for him, never taking my eyes off his.

Soon, I’m fully naked, open to him. I’m on my knees helping him undress as he says, “My god, I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.”

I smile at him and start kissing him. I want to taste all of him. I don’t know how long this is going to last, so I need all the sensations tonight. As I pull down his pants, he springs free. His cock is long and thick. Oh shit this is going to hurt, I think to myself.

I begin to kiss him and slowly make my way down. He has muscles to die for, rock hard abs. I make myself memorize every inch of his perfect body. When I bite him, I’m surprised when he moans and grabs my hair again. I can feel him trying to keep in control. I don’t want him in control.

When I put all of him in my mouth, I watch as his eyes roll back into his head. I cup his balls while taking him deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Riley, that’s so good,” he tells me.

I keep at it, sucking and licking, taking him as far as I can go. When he says, “I’m going to come if you don’t stop” I moan in anticipation.

Seconds later, he comes in my mouth. I swallow all he gives me. When I’m done, I rise to his level and lick my lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers. He climbs on me, returning the favor. He starts slow, taking his time. Kissing me, biting my neck, all the while playing with my nipples making me moan.

He has my thighs spread wide open diving into my sex with full force with his tongue. He licks and sucks my clit like no man has ever done. I am almost there when he moves and says, “If you can’t stay still I will tie you up.” It is a threat.

I don’t care, I want it so bad. I’m practically begging him to keep his word. “Do it. Tie me up and show me what you got,” I tease him.

He smiles and says, “Okay. You asked for it. Get me one of your scarves,” he demands.

I happily and quickly get him the tie he asked for. He ties me up so my hands can’t even attempt to get loose. When he is satisfied with his work, he goes right back to licking my clit as if he never left. When he puts two fingers in me, I know I’m done for. It takes all of three minutes before he lets me have my release.

Panting, I open my eyes and see him reach for a condom. I’m happy, yet surprised he is ready to go again so soon. “You don’t have to use that. I can’t get pregnant,” I tell him.

I see a glint of sadness in his eyes, almost if he regrets what I said.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod in agreement, and he tosses the condom to the side. He bends down and gives me a hard kiss, and then he’s inside me. I moan and arch my hips for him. I can’t believe I have been holding out on men for two years. He pounds into me, deeper and deeper, his pace fast and rough. He’s giving me everything I want and he doesn’t even realize it. I feel the familiar building of my orgasm; I’m not ready, not just yet. Just a little longer. He looks into my eyes then, and that’s all it takes. I explode around him, coming like I’ve never came before. As I’m screaming his name, he finds his release.

We both lay there in my canopy bed, breathing hard. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. It was the most intense one yet. I roll over to admire Isaac and his perfect body. As I’m staring, Isaac asks, “Like what you see?”

I smile at that. “How about we shower?” I ask him.

He nods and we head to the master bathroom. I turn on the shower and step inside. Isaac comes in behind me and he turns me around so I am facing him. He tilts my chin up so he can give me a demanding kiss. I feel like I could have my wicked way with him again, but as fast as the kiss starts, he stops it.

“Soap?” he asks.

I give a puzzled look and hand him the soap. We both take turns washing our bodies and after the shower we climb into bed. I didn’t figure Isaac as the type to stay and snuggle after sex, but I am glad for the company. I spend most nights alone, and it’s extremely comforting to have someone to share my bed with. Isaac pulls me closer to him and that’s all it takes for me to fall into a deep sleep.

The next morning I wake up to an empty bed. At first I panic. Did all that just happen? Or have I finally gone completely insane? I know the truth when I walk into my kitchen; Isaac is on his phone talking to someone who seems to not agree on what he is saying.

“I told you, Don, we have to get all those shipments out by Monday or we are going to lose their contract.” Isaac lets out a puff of air and continues talking. “I don’t give a shit. Get it done or I’ll find someone else to do it.” He hangs up the phone and says a few more choice words. I clear my throat to let him know I’m there.

“Hey, I’m sorry about that, problems with work. I didn’t want to wake you.”

I smile and say, “That was nice of you, but since I’m up now, why don’t I make us some breakfast?”

He seems to like that idea. Little does he know I went to a culinary arts school and graduated top of my class. I just decided my last year to take pastry classes. Cakes are my life. I love to create wonders for people. I don’t decorate as much now that I became my own owner, but I still get to participate every once in awhile.

“So you can cook too?” Isaac asks.

“Why don’t you just sit down and let the ‘chef’ work her magic?” I ask playfully. He laughs and pulls out a chair so he can watch me work my “magic”.

I cook my famous breakfast that consists of French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and loaded hash browns. I must say, everyone loves my French toast. When Isaac took the first bite, I thought he was going to orgasm right there.

“Damn you can cook. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

I give him a big smile and say, “I attended culinary a few years ago, but most of my cooking recipes have been handed down through generations.”

“You definitely would make a killing if you had your own restaurant,” he replies.

“I enjoy cooking and making new recipes, but my heart belongs with decorating cakes. It’s the most peaceful thing in the world,” I say to him. He shakes his head in agreement liking what I said. He is so busy stuffing his face he doesn’t have a chance to respond for a minute.

When we’re finished with breakfast, he surprises me by doing the dishes. How thoughtful. Isaac is turning out to be one catch I don’t want to let go of.

“I know it’s Saturday, but I need to head into work for a while. Don, my shipping guy, has fucked up a huge order for us so I need to go take care of this.”

“I understand. Trust me, I’ve had similar problems before. Go take care of your company and I’ll see you later.”

I kiss him one good time and as he pulls away he says, “I’ll see you around.” Isaac sounds sad when he tells me goodbye. I don’t mind him leaving; he promised to call me later so I’m happy with that. Plus I really need to call Karen, and catch up on some paper work.

Karen isn’t happy with me after I tell her what happened after she left Jake’s last night.

“Riley, are you sure you know what you’re doing? You have no idea who this man is. He could be a serial killer or whatever.”

“Come on, Karen, you know me. I never do this unless there’s something there. I’m not sure what it is, but I like him. He makes me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Even you have to admit that’s a good thing.”

Karen sighs and says, “Well, I have to say, at least he’s a man this time and not a woman. Don’t get me wrong, I never had anything against you dating women, but I always knew you weren’t gay.” With that being said I just laugh at my friend. She sure has a way with words.

“Thanks for understanding, Karen. And by the way, I’m not gay, I’m bisexual. There is a difference, you know.”

“I know the difference, Riley. Anyways, I have to go, million and one things to do today. I’ll call you later tater.” We say our goodbyes after that. I feel much better knowing Karen isn’t pissed at me anymore. She’s like the sister I never had. With that problem out of the way, I decide to actually get some kind of work done. I head into my study and grab my laptop. Once it boots up, I get a little distracted by Google.

I’m not sure what possesses me to Google Isaac, but I’m curious about him. When I hit enter, thousands upon thousands of pictures and articles come up on him. I must say, I never realized the man was so popular. One image continues to pop up and catches my attention. It’s of Isaac and this other man. I’m guessing it is his partner he told me about the other night. I can’t believe how I act when I see the man’s picture. I thought I saw him before, and then I realized it was the guy intently staring me down at Jake’s last night.

His name is Conner Davidson. I understand now why Isaac’s company is named D&W Industries. Conner is one fine man. He has brown hair with natural blonde highlights. From the pictures his eyes almost look grayish blue. He is just as muscular as Isaac, if not more. But the way Conner looks in these pictures, it tells me he is the gentle type. The good boy. I have to tear my eyes away from him.

I am one crazy person. I just slept with Isaac only to fantasize about his partner. I decide to shut down my laptop. I’m not going to get any work done now. Instead, I get up and head to my room. Maybe if I catch some rays by the pool, I’ll get this uneasiness out of my system.

Once I have my bikini on and iPod in hand, I head to my pool. This is the main reason I decided to move to Southern California. It’s always sunny, and never gets below seventy degrees. I grew up in a small town in Mississippi. I sometimes miss my hometown, but I can’t leave my new home. I get into my favorite chair and turn on my iPod. It doesn’t take long for the music to soothe me to sleep and I have wild vivid dreams of Isaac and Conner, dreams I would never dare tell anyone.

I don’t hear from Isaac for another three weeks. I must say, I’ve had my fair share of one night stands, but his hurt. I can’t believe I thought he was different, and like any other guy they run when they see a good thing coming. I kept myself busy with work these past weeks. Thinking about that night with Isaac was just too painful right now for me to relive. To make things worse, Cammie would not take the hint that I didn’t want to see her anymore. I was starting to get pissed off. It just wasn’t like her to be so clingy. I know I will have to eventually sit down and tell her why I left and haven’t come back.

I sigh and shut down my computer at my desk. I look around my office and realize how alone I am. I try and call Karen to take my mind off depressing thoughts, but she doesn’t answer. I figure she’s working hard again.

I make my way to the living room to catch up on some TV shows. Surely that will keep my mind busy. Just as I sit down, I hear my doorbell. I quickly get up to see who is at my door so late. I open the door and I am shocked to see Isaac standing there with his hands in his hair. He looks really shaggy. He hasn’t shaved in a while, and is in desperate need of a haircut.

For a second I am happy to finally see him again, but as soon as that second is gone I’m filled with anger and hurt. “What the hell are you doing here, Isaac?” I ask him.

He finally looks up at me, and I see he is hurting as well. How can he look so worn down in just three weeks? “Riley, I……” Isaac stumbles. “Look, I know what I did was wrong. I never had any intentions of running like I did.”

I am so confused at this point. All I can do is stare at him and I know he knows I’m not buying this sap apology.

“Can I please come in so I can explain better?” Isaac asks.

It takes me a few moments before I let him come in. He walks into the living room and sits down. His elbows are bent to his knees, and he takes a deep breath, like he is trying to find his composure.

“I don’t understand why you’re here, Isaac, so I suggest you get to the point. Fast.” I am losing the little patience I have with him. How dare he do this? I haven’t seen or heard from him in three weeks, and he thinks I will just cave like some teenager when he comes crawling back?

Isaac can tell I’m not in the mood for lame excuses. When he finally starts talking, I am shocked at what he tells me. “Riley, I had to leave the country for a while. That’s why I’ve been gone and why you haven’t heard from me. There are some things that have happened in my past that I cannot change, and I thought those demons were buried there. My partner and I just got back tonight and I had to come by to see you.”