SEX Unlimited The Complete Volumes (7 page)

Damn.

“That’s right, beautiful. Let me hear you come. You’re so wet and you feel fucking good. I own this pussy when we are together. Do you hear me, Candace?” I nod and he thrusts in and out never slowing down. “Even when we are apart I want you to remember how I own you when we’re together.”

With a last thrust he comes deep inside me, pulsating his hot cum into me and filling me up with all of his desire. It’s incredible.

And I still want more.

“You’re good at this. Are all of the others as lucky as I’ve been?” I say, hooking my bra back together. I slide the straps up onto my shoulders when I feel him there. Two strong hands begin massaging my shoulders. “Mmmm,” I murmur.

“Candace, you’re the first woman I’ve met on a matching site. I’ve only been with a few women since my divorce and those were awful blind dates my family or friends set me up on.”

I suddenly feel shitty for even mentioning it. I certainly don’t need him thinking I care about his past relationships. “It’s okay really. Your past isn’t any of my business. I was paying you a compliment. You’re an incredible lover. Truly, you are.”

Warm lips press to my neck as his hands move down from my shoulders to my ribs, then muscular arms wrap around me. His warm breath makes the tiny hairs on my neck stand on end when he whispers in my ear. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re an amazing lover yourself, and any man in his right mind would agree with me after having you the way I just did. I’m the lucky one here, not you. And for the record, you’re the first woman I’ve gone down on since my wife. I’m a picky man, Candace. There’s a reason why I’m not in a relationship after two years of being divorced. I’m not a man whore. I’m particular.”

He spins me around to face him. “I had no intentions of actually meeting someone through that matching site but you caught my eye. Everything about your profile was different. It was simple yet intriguing, and your eyes took me prisoner immediately.”

I drop my head, breaking our eye contact because this moment is becoming a little too heavy for me. His finger slides beneath my chin and he pulls me up so I’m facing him again. “Don’t be uncomfortable. I sent that message because yes, I wanted to sleep with you. I won’t lie about being a horny man wanting to get laid by a beautiful woman, but I also won’t allow you to feel like you could’ve been any woman because you weren’t.”

He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. “Sex is something I enjoy fully and I miss it. I love exploring the female body and pleasuring it. Oral sex is one of my most favorite things to experience with a woman and sex itself ignites me in ways I can’t explain, but sex with just anyone doesn’t work for me. I need a spark. I need that certain feeling deep in my gut that gives me a heated primal need to have it, and when we met, that’s what I felt. I wanted your body in every way possible. But your mind is what tipped that first domino over. You intrigue me, Candace Greene, and you turn me on. Tonight only solidified my feelings.”

That’s it.

Brisban Calloway just won me over.

Nothing is sexier than a man who knows what he wants and isn’t ashamed to say it with pure raw honesty. He can have me any way he wants me because I’ve never felt this free within my sexuality in my entire life.

THE TRAIL OF fire his touch left still lingers on my skin even after all these days. I rub my legs together and roll over, twisting the bed sheets around myself. Images of his mouth on me flash in my mind. I skim my hand down between my legs and brush my fingers over the thin material of my panties. My eyes close and I’m back in room 1100 with Brisban Calloway. I’ve never been one to pleasure myself very often at all, but this man has brought about sexual tendencies within me I’ve never experienced before. His kisses stained my thoughts and set my body aflame. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him.

It’s been two weeks since that insanely wonderful night. He hasn’t missed a day texting me, but apparently, work has taken him out of town. The past two days he’s been distant and I don’t know why. Maybe he’s just exhausted from the long hours and travel. I can’t help but wonder if he’s seeing other women.

Sipping my morning coffee, I log into my Sex Unlimited account. It’s the first time I’ve logged in since I met him. The first thing I do is go to his profile. Last date logged in: today. Jealously tries to rear its green ugly head at the thought of him perusing the site again, possibly looking for something new, someone different. I immediately log off and try to shake the stupid thought from my head. I’m overthinking. I need to work and stop thinking about him every minute of the day.

My door bell rings and I glance at the clock. It’s only eight in the morning.
Who the hell could be here?
Janette partied last night, so there’s no way she’s awake this early and she’s the only person who ever comes over. I go over and peek through the peep hole of the door and my heart nearly drops to the floor.

James.

What in the hell is he doing here?

Suddenly I feel like I can’t breathe or move. I’m frozen as I watch him reach out and ring the bell again. So many thoughts, questions and memories are racing through my head, running into each other at lightning speed but I open the door.

There he is …

The man I loved half my life.

The man who broke my heart into a million tiny pieces.

The man who will always be my first love.

He looks exactly the same. Dark green eyes, sandy blond hair and a jawline that would make any woman weak in the knees.

“Candace,” he deadpans.

Our stares fix themselves on one another and the temperature in the room rises a million degrees.

“What are you doing here, James?” I stutter.

His eyes are tired and something about his expression is sad. “I miss you, Candace. I miss my wife.”

The walls seem to be closing in around me and my mouth is suddenly bone dry. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.

James steps forward and I instinctively step back. “Candace, you don’t have to be scared of me. I’ve never hurt you.”

Angry blood explodes to life in my veins and my past comes roaring to life. I’ve shoveled loads of fake happiness on top of my pain for twelve months and in a single moment James has just unearthed all of it. Tears burn my eyes and the emotional grip on my throat releases me just enough for me to scream at him. “You’ve never hurt me? Get off my porch and property. Now! Go and don’t come back. I have no desire to see you or talk to you.” I’m shaking as tears roll down my cheeks splashing to the floor.

He drops his head shaking it back and forth. “I know I hurt you like that. What I meant was I’ve never physically harmed you. Please let me talk to you. I
need
to talk to you.” His voice is desperate and his eyes are clouded with something that can only be defined as sorrow. Even after trying to hate him for the last year, my heart still aches standing this close to him.

“James, I haven’t heard one word from you since the day we signed the papers. Why now? Why today?”

He runs a hand through his unruly hair and shakes his head. “The anniversary of our divorce hit me hard. I don’t know why. I didn’t expect all of these feelings to rush to the surface and mostly, I have missed you. I just think all of my mistakes crowded my mind on the day we divorced a year ago and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, about our life.”

He steps in closer to me and I throw up my hands. “No, don’t come any closer to me. I can’t do this. You can’t do this, dammit! You can’t walk back into my life after I’ve spent a year trying to learn how to live without you. You have no idea how badly you hurt me. It’s the kind of pain that a person never forgets.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I came here to tell you I know I was wrong and that I still love you, Candace. I fucked up, I know I did, and I couldn’t not tell you. You deserved to know because it wasn’t your fault. It was mine. And it was never because I didn’t love you. I was a stupid bastard, but I always loved you.”

I can’t believe him or any of this. I feel like any minute I’m going to wake up and this is all going to be a nightmare.

“I’ll go if that’s what you want. My number’s the same if you change your mind.”

For weeks … no, for
months
I’d hoped for the day James would want me back. I’d dreamed about this very thing happening. I’d wanted him to see how wrong he was. I’d wanted the affair to be a stupid fling that meant nothing. I’d wanted us to get through it. I’d just wanted it to be better.

That day never came.

And one day I stopped hoping for it.

Now here he is and I’m feeling more conflicted than I know how to process.

I just nod as I wipe tears from my face, “Goodbye, James,” I whisper and close the door. As soon as the door locks shut I lean back against it and try to breathe. I lean my head back and close my eyes. I can’t help it. I begin to sob as I slide to the floor.

James, the one and only man that I’ve ever loved says he still loves me. The same man that once said he had fallen out of love with me because we were never able to have a family. The same man that had an affair with his secretary. How do I process what he just said to me? The seizing pain in my chest says one thing and the throbbing pain in my head says another. I do love him. I’ve never stopped loving him. I just got better at pretending I didn’t.

I have to call Janette. My head’s spinning a million miles a minute. Just as I’m about to call her my phone rings. It’s Brisban.

Oh my God, not now.

Bad timing, really bad timing.

There’s a knock at the door and it startles me. I stand to peek through the peep hole. It’s James. I swing open the door intending on yelling at him and then I see the tears. He’s crying. I’m rendered speechless by him for the second time today.

“I can’t do it, Candace. I can’t walk away from you again.”