Enchanted and Desired (4 page)

I let everyone think that the extent of Gavin’s betrayal was him cheating on me with any college girl that so much as smiled at him…but that doesn’t even scratch the surface of what Gavin Jenkins did to me four years ago. I live with it every day; it’s always there, and it always will
be. I don’t let myself wallow in it because that’s not who I am, but today with the smell of Simon in the air, I let myself take a beat to consider how different my life could have been…

When Lily gets back on Sunday night I probe her for every morsel of information about her night with Brandon. Truth be told, I didn’t think she would actually stay the night with him, but I’m glad she did; she deserves to be happy. Her dad died when she was 15 years old; he died in her arms after protecting her from an attacker. She’s blamed herself all these years; slowly shutting herself off from everyone that cares about her…except me. Thank God.

Lily is my rock, my best friend, the sister I never had; she’s everything to me and I would do anything to see her happy. It doesn’t hurt that she’s managed to find a goddamned Adonis to try and connect with. I just hope he doesn’t let her down.

I’m so happy to have her home and to be able to distract myself from thoughts of the past, thoughts of what might have been. I begin to relax and let her good mood wash over me. I tell her all the gory details of my wild sex with Simon, which she says is TMI, but I like her to know what’s out there to be enjoyed. She’s finishing college and she’s still a virgin. I want more than anything for her first time to be a great experience, not like mine. I figure the more she knows and the more we talk about it, the more at ease she’ll be when she finally takes that step.

After a few bottles of wine and some trash TV, I head to bed, a sense of dread washing over me. Last night was a loooooong night of tossing and turning, and remembering. His arms, his face, his body; the way he smelled, the way he felt as he pressed his gorgeous throbbing cock inside me. I never usually give a guy a second thought after I leave his place, but I can’t seem to forget about Simon.

My dread was not in vain. I spend the night staring at the ceiling and wondering what, or who he’s doing right now. The thought of him with someone else makes me feel nauseous. What the hell? I hate this. I’m exhausted and horny as hell thinking obsessively about a one-night stand. I seriously need to get my shit together.

I finally give in to my racing, traitorous mind, and slide my hand down under the sheets; my fingers dipping down into my wet folds. I’m soaked just at the thought of Simon Mantovani and his toned, masculine body.

I’m slick as I push two fingers into my pussy, coating them, ready to give myself the release I so desperately crave. As I pull them from my tight entrance, they glide up and gently caress my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I lose myself to the sensation, remembering the feeling of his skilled hands on my flesh; long, strong, fingers, teasing me, flicking me, fucking me; large, warm palms pressing firmly against me, letting me writhe and beg for more.

I can almost smell his intoxicating scent surrounding me, pushing me, driving me towards an incredible climax. My back arches off the bed as I give in to the explosion of sensation my fingers have unleashed on my body. I stifle my groans, careful not to wake Lily across the hall. My breath is ragged, my heart pounding as I let my body relax and enjoy the warm satisfaction that spreads through me.

I have never given myself an orgasm that intense before. Sure I fantasize about hot guys, celebs, and even the odd girl, and I can click the mouse with the best of them, but getting myself off to the memory of Simon’s touch is a whole new level of erotic.

As soon as the buzz wears off and sanity returns, I start kicking myself. I hate that this guy has such a huge effect on me after a stupid, amazing, one night stand. I DO NOT let guys affect me like this. I need to get my head in the game and get my exams out of the way this week, and then get this guy out my system by getting under some other willing schmuck. I know that makes me sound like a slut, but hey, I take what I want on my terms, no strings attached. If I was a guy I would be a freaking hero.

I’m neither a good girl nor a whore, but I tried the one guy relationship thing and it completely messed me up, so now and again I go and blow off some steam with a stranger. I don’t do it all the time, but after Simon, I think I need to get laid sooner rather than later.

My sleep is fitful at best, my dreams clouded by toned Italian skin brushing against mine; murmured words of desire that caress my senses, and an all-consuming passion; pounding, thrusting, taking and giving; spiraling into heavenly oblivion.

SIMON

A fucking note. A MOTHERFUCKING NOTE! It’s been almost a week since I woke up alone and ditched in my own goddamn apartment. I don’t know why I’m so bothered, but all this week I have been consumed by fucking rage because of Jess. I don’t give a fuck about seeing her again, but my male pride has taken a kicking.

We had mind-blowing sex…I’m talking BEST FUCK EVER! I didn’t even scratch the surface of the pleasure I could wring from her tight little body. I was overwhelmed by sheer animalistic lust; I just had to have her. Of course, I thought I would have plenty of time in the morning to explore every inch of her delectable body, but she vanished without a trace.

I must be losing my touch. I have
never
had a woman duck out on me like that. She didn’t leave her number, or even attempt to come up with a lame ass excuse as to why she had to go.

I’m always pretty busy running the clubs, but I’ve immersed myself more than usual these past few days. I own five clubs in Manhattan but I tend to spend most of my time working from Cube. I
never
tell the women I hook up with that I own clubs; I want to avoid any stalker-like behavior. If all my one-night stands knew where to find me, I’m positive it would end badly more often than not. I have been telling myself that Jess would already be in here looking for me if she knew that I own the place.

I’ve had so many offers this week, and usually I would be all over hooking up with a hot chick, but there hasn’t been a single woman in the thousands that have been through the doors of Cube, who could hold my attention for more than five seconds.
Fucking Jess
. I tried to get Nate and Brandon to come out tonight and blow off some steam with me - the three of us out together is fucking lethal. Women practically throw their already wet panties at us. We’re not ugly and we know it, and apparently arrogance is a major turn on to the women of Manhattan.

Brandon has already turned into a pussy over this Lily chick. He borrowed the keys to my place in the Hamptons last Friday to take her there for the weekend. It’s a bad idea if you ask me – the whole weekend with a girl he just met – that was a bit of a gamble. She could have been a lousy lay and he would have been stuck with her for two days straight. Fuck that! No way am I ever taking a girl up there. The Hamptons is where I go to party with the guys, hook up with bikini clad women on the beach, and just chill the fuck out.

Nate is off doing whatever secretive shit Nate does. I swear he’s either a serial killer or he’s into some serious kink. The women he associates with are always hot as fuck, but the dynamic he has with them tells me there’s something going on that I don’t know about, and he keeps whatever it is tight to his chest. The girl he’s seeing now is really nice, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not love or anything. You can tell that shit when you see it. I can already see it in Brandon; he’s fucking pussy whipped in two weeks. I’m going to give him no end of shit for that.

The club is packed tonight and the atmosphere is fucking electric. The customers are spending their hard earned cash getting drunk and dancing their way into each other’s beds, but I can’t even be bothered going to find some random chick to take home.

My cell starts buzzing in my pocket. It’s Brandon.

“What’s up man?” I have to shout at the top of my lungs in here.

“Hey Si. Can you sort out the VIP lounge for Lily and her friends tonight? I want to get out of this student bar and show her a good time.” My mind immediately goes to thoughts of Jess.

“How many people are we talking?”

“About ten, nothing major; Just Lily, Jess and a few of their friends that finished their exams today. That cool?” She’s coming here tonight. Perfect. I’m going to make her regret ditching me last weekend. She’ll be fucking begging me to take her.

“Sure thing bro. Head over whenever you’re ready. The guys will have everything set up for you. I’ll join you once I’ve finished up with some paperwork.” We hang up and I immediately send one of my staff up to set up a section of the VIP area.

About an hour later I spy her…making her way through the crowd of sweaty writhing bodies…holy shit, she is even sexier than I remember her. Fucking stunning. She’s flirting with some douchebag as they make their way up the stairs to the VIP lounge. I feel my fists balling at my sides, an involuntary action to watching some prick with his hand on the small of her back, guiding her up
my
fucking stairs, in
my
fucking club. I need to get a grip before I go up there.

I spend a half hour pacing the floor of my office before I make my way up to find Brandon. I need a drink. I look around the lounge, but the fucker seems to have disappeared. He’s probably got Lily off somewhere, fucking her brains out.

I sense Jess before I see her standing at the bar. She’s a vision; her stunning features carefree and laughing, her head dropping back as she flirts with the guy from earlier. Before my synapses start firing on all cylinders, I’m behind her; her scent assaulting my senses, her slender body brushing against me. I’ve got a semi just from this ghost of a touch. What the fuck? I feel her body stiffen; she knows it’s me; she can feel the desire burning between us without looking round to acknowledge me.

I slowly slink my arms around her waist, bending down to plant feather-light kisses just below her ear. I know it’s a sweet spot for her; and she doesn’t disappoint when her body shudders under my touch.

“Tesoro.” I continue to tease her with my lips, my tongue tracing circles up and down her long, elegant neck. She tastes sublime – like cherries and Jess. It’s like a fucking drug.

I feel her body relax back against my chest, her soft, slight, curves, molding to my unforgiving frame. She’s a perfect fit, and the realization disturbs me – this is the best I’ve felt and the most content I’ve been since I woke up alone last Saturday.