SEX Unlimited The Complete Volumes (8 page)

THREE HOURS HAVE PASSED SINCE James knocked on my door, three hours since Brisban texted me, and three hours of me sitting in my living room, staring out the window in disbelief. It started to rain and as the rain drops explode in tiny bursts of blue against the glass, I imagine them as tiny blue bombs. One after the other they explode into nothing as they slide down the window into a puddle. I feel like a puddle right now as well. James was the bomb and I’m collateral damage. My phone dings yet again, pulling me from my thoughts.

Brisban: You there?

I sigh and try to formulate a way to respond. My mind’s so jumbled that I have no idea what to say to him. Another ding.

Brisban: I’m free tonight and I’d like to see you if possible.

Booty call, that’s what this is. I hate that word but, right now, having my brains fucked out sounds pretty damn appealing. No talking, no words, just pure unadulterated fucking. I don’t want to think about the tornado that showed up on my doorstep today.

I reply.
Me: Sorry for my delayed response. I would love that. What time and where?

Brisban: Same hotel as last time. Eight o’clock. I will text you the room number beforehand. See you tonight, beautiful Candace.

Dragging myself up off the sofa and over to my desk, I decide to get some work accomplished before getting ready for my sex date tonight. That’s what I’ve decided to call these meetings because that’s what they are, sex. I’m certainly not going to delude myself into ever thinking they’re anything more. With thoughts of James and our past rolling around in my head like a big bowling ball, I can’t possibly think of anything more with anyone else.

I’ve actually gotten caught up in Dawn’s story, more so than I have her others. I kept finding myself reading without editing because I’m more into the story than my work. I’m invested in the characters and that usually doesn’t happen when I’m in work mode.

Hearing him say those three words brought tears to my eyes. We had only been dating six months but I knew I loved him. Hearing him return that love solidified every feeling I’d felt over the past few months.

“I love you too, Brian. I love you so much.”

His big strong arms scooped me up and spun me around. It was almost like being in a fairytale. Then he whispered two words that left me breathless.

“Marry me.”

My phone rings before I can read any further. It’s Janette.

“Hey,” I sigh into the phone.

“What in the actual fuck, C? I got your text about James. Holy mother fuck! Please tell me you told that asshole to fuck off.” To say that Janette despises James would be an understatement. She hates him, a lot.

“Yes, I told him to leave and never come back. But it was surprising. It hurt all over again seeing him.”

I’m rolling a pen back and forth on my desk, picturing what he looked like standing there in my doorway. He’s still so handsome. Why does he have to be so handsome?

“Oh, no you don’t. None of that shit. Erase it from your mind, C. Do not, under any circumstances, look back. You’ve come too far. He had his chance and he fucked it up. Don’t let him mess with your head.”

“I’m not letting him mess with my head. Seeing him so unexpectedly like that just really threw me for a loop. And Janette, he’s still so handsome. I can’t help but melt a little on the inside when I see him, even after all this time. Even after what he did to me, when I look at him, I feel weak.”

I lean back in my chair and let my head drop backward. This is just too unbelievable. I never, in a million years, thought James would be back on my doorstep a year after shattering our life together and asking me to forgive him.

“Go see your hot piece of sex tonight and eradicate this from your mind. That’s my advice. I watched you fall apart over what James did. I watched as you put yourself back together. Don’t let him steal your new happy.”

“I won’t and I am going to see Brisban tonight. I hope I can pull it off without him knowing something’s wrong,” I say, straightening in my chair.

“Don’t take James in that room with you, C. Leave all of this where it belongs…in the past.”

THE DOOR OPENS, REVEALING BRISBAN, dripping with sexy charm and sophistication. He’s in a pastel blue button-down and slacks. I notice his tie and suit jacket resting on the arm chair in the corner. Music is playing and he looks more relaxed than last time as well.

He eyes me from head to toe as I walk in. “Red, is most definitely your color. Each time I see you I’m stunned by your beauty. Looking at you instantly makes me feel things. Just like a painting in an art gallery, it’s more than what you see; it’s what you feel while looking at it. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep my hands to myself around you,” he says, smiling confidently.

I feel a blush of heat sweep across my cheeks. “Thank you,” I tell him. My heart’s like a jackhammer in my chest right about now. When he smiles it makes me lose all common sense. Big arms reach out and pull me into a passionate embrace, his hands gripping my hips. Before I know it they’re cascading down toward my thigh, hiking my skirt up.

“Why don’t we start with the wall tonight and then make our way to the bed,” he groans against my neck.

“The wall is fine with me,” I say in a heady breath.

I start unbuttoning him hurriedly and he doesn’t hesitate to help. His pants and boxers fall to the floor, revealing his beautiful erection and heavy balls below it. I start to kick my heels off when he stops me.

“No, leave them on. I want to fuck you, right here, just the way you are.”

I nod in agreement and he reaches down between my thighs and pulls my panties to the side. His fingers test me first.

“You’re always so wet for me, Candace.”

I bite into my lower lip and, before another word is spoken, he positions the head of himself against me and I whimper. He glides the head up and down then back up again to my clit. It’s a form of delicious torture.

“Do it…please,” I beg.

“Do what?” he asks, still teasing me with the head of his dick.

I reach down, grasping his warm cock, and with determination say, “Fuck me against this wall. Now, Brisban, and do it hard.”

He gives me a little eyebrow action as if he’s surprised by my forwardness.

“Well, I certainly can’t say no to a request like that, now can I?”

In one swift motion, he hikes my left leg up with one arm and guides himself to my pussy perfectly then pushes inside me. His force causes the roughness of the wall to bite into the exposed skin of my shoulders. No condom; just skin on skin and it feels incredible. I throw my head back and let him fuck me without a care in the world. When we’re together nothing else matters. It’s pure physical pleasure. Each and every mental road block crumbles into nothing.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says in between grunts. His voice is raspy and intoxicating. With every thrust I feel the flesh on the back of my shoulders chafing. I don’t even care.

“Harder,” I demand.

“You’re so sexy when you’re bossy.”

He moves faster and harder. My face is against his chest and my breathing is ragged. Heat is radiating throughout my body and it feels like with every movement he’s throwing gasoline on the fire that’s building inside me. We’re mouths and hands and skin and heavy breathing. Two people releasing our worries and stress without the fear of being hurt. This is our gift to each other.

“I want to come. Make me come now,” I plead, needing to feel the release that has me on edge.

“You’re greedy tonight. I like it.”

His free hand moves down between us and he starts working my clit with two fingers, one on each side, stroking it up and down.

I groan. He knows exactly how to touch me.

“Mmmm, that feels good doesn’t it? I love it when you’re loud.”

He increases the speed of his fingers and his thrusts. It’s blissful. Never in my life have I felt so alive and free. He brushes my clit just right one last time, while simultaneously fucking me like his life depends on it, and I come apart. I’m blissfully disassembled like the tiny intricate pieces of a Lego house crashing to the floor. What an amazing way to fall.

“God, you’re beautiful when you come. The way your perfect pussy tightens around my cock when you’re falling apart is addictive. I just want to make you come over and over again.”

I quirk a smile and he smiles back. He’s still fucking me as I ride the high of my orgasm. I reach down and stroke his balls.

“Fuck,” he moans.

I think that means he likes it. I keep stroking him and move my hand farther back toward the skin just behind his balls and he lets out a hiss. With my other hand I reach around and grasp his firm ass aggressively. I can feel his balls begin to tighten. He’s close. Oh, so close. One more solid thrust and I feel his entire body tense. He slumps against me, breathing hard, and then kisses me on the forehead while stroking my hair. “You’re incredible,” he whispers.

What we just did was way better than incredible. I could have this man every night and still want more of him. This could be a very good thing or very bad thing. Right now, I’m not sure which and I don’t think I care.

WE’RE TANGLED IN THE SHEETS, exhausted after another round of mind-bending sex. This man blows me away with how well he knows my body in such a short period of time. The wall sex was unlike anything I’ve ever done. The spontaneity of it was perfect; everything he does seems to be well…perfect.

“It’s late. I hate to leave this bed but I have a pretty demanding day at the office tomorrow.”

I look over at the green neon lights of the clock and see it’s one in the morning. Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a sigh. “Yes, I should be on my way too.”

“You were pretty feisty tonight. Everything good?” he asks, turning to his side, facing me.

“Just a bad day, that’s all.”

“Okay, I don’t mean to be intrusive. I know we don’t have that type of relationship but I couldn’t help but feel the tension coming off you when you arrived. I’m glad you’re okay.”

I give him a hint of a smile and reach out to caress his face. “You’re sweet. Thank you.”

“Pfft, I’m far from sweet. My ex-wife would argue that with you any day. Don’t be fooled. Sweet, I am not. But, I do consider myself a gentleman and I always want you to feel respected, regardless of us just being sex to one another.”

Ouch. That stung a little and I have no idea why. This odd feeling surges through me and I don’t like it at all. We
are
just sex to one another. I know this. I asked for it. Why does hearing him say it feel weird?

“You’ve never disrespected me. And, to me, you
are
sweet. What anyone else thinks is irrelevant.”

I roll over and start to untangle myself from the sheets when I feel his arm circle around me. He pulls me back toward his body, moving us into a spooning position. “Where are you going?”

I turn my head and grin, “It’s late remember?’