Charity's Warrior (30 page)

It is very much like containing an explosion. Hold a lit firecracker in your fingertips and it's going to hurt. Make a fist around it, and you just might blow your hand off. We could free ourselves and have incredible orgasms, or we could control it and intensify it, and blow our freaking minds.

We find each other’s eyes again. Justin slowly pushes his cock into me deeply and my orgasm spills over the edge. It's all through my expression, the furrow of my brow, as I cry through my next breath. That is his limit as well, seeing me cum. As he pulls back for the next thrust, the feel of my hot pussy squeezing his head and my moans of ecstasy trigger his orgasm.

We stare into each other’s eyes and cum together, feeling the experience change us forever. We are consummated
.

T
here was just no coming down from last night. I've been floating around the office all day wearing the most inappropriate smile that I can't remove any more than I can climb down from my high cloud. John told me that I’m contagious when we went to lunch. My mood had rubbed off on him, and he was thinking about leaving early today, just to see his wife, no business, and no homework. I wouldn't tell him why I was so happy, and he was fine with that. He said it was obviously love, and he was inspired.

I didn't argue.

John wants me to leave early too. We are walking back to the office with the warm sun on our faces. "The city's happy today," he said.

I laughed. "The whole city is happy?" I asked. "The city has a mood?"

"Absolutely, it does," he said, shocked that I wasn't already aware of this fact. "You haven't felt it yet, been caught up in an emotion that you had no idea where it came from?"

I can't deny that without lying.

He read the answer in my face. "Of course you have, I can see it. That's the city when that happens," he says.

I smiled at his romanticism.

"Emotions spread like a virus," he continued. "They're contagious. You've been infecting people all day and probably didn't even know it. Get enough people with the same emotion, spreading it around, and the whole city gets a mood."

Okay, he is actually making sense.

"So I'm leaving early to see my wife, and you're going to see whoever it is that made you this way today. The LA deal is in the bag and everyone at the office is thrilled. It's a sunny Friday. And the city is happy. Finish off what you have at the office and head out," he demanded.

"Yes Sir!" I said, enjoying his round face smiling back.

We fell under the shadow of our building, and as soon as we did I felt the chill, a slight change in the mood of the city. I'm sure the man in the hoodie is here. There was no need to see him. He was here, and his dark, suspicious mood was affecting everyone around us, throwing a chilling ripple that spread throughout the crowd. At least that would have been John's theory.

It sounded a bit too paranoid for me.

John held the door open and I went inside without so much as a glance over my shoulder. If there really was a mood, then it was sure to be better inside, where I had infected everyone earlier.

John and I were fortunate enough to catch our own elevator. "So this person that made you so happy," John asked as we rode up, "are they running around someplace looking as happy as you are?"

I let my mood go back up. "He better be," I joked.

John snorted when he laughed. That's how I always know when I got him good. It's great to have found a fellow snorter.

The elevator opened and we passed reception, scanning ourselves in. "Remember," John said as we headed for our own offices, "an hour or two max, then I want you out of here finding your man."

I winked at him and he laughed.

When I unlocked my laptop screen, there was a chat notification waiting for me. My heart sank a little.

"Hey,"
JP had sent.

I sat back in my chair unsure how I should respond,
if
I should, or if ignoring would be insulting.

It was time to be a grownup. I'd made the bed, I reminded myself.

"Hey,"
I replied.
"How’s ur day going?"

"It's going,"
he said
. "I figured I’d check in with u, c how u are."

I wasn't going to lie
. "I’m great,"
I sent.

"Damn! Jk lol,"
he replied, trying to be cute.

"Lol b nice,"
I typed with a smile, even though he couldn't see me. I have the camera disabled.

"I just wanted 2 c how u were, let u know its ok to keep the line open since I felt we were friends. I hope u did 2?"
he typed.

"I did 2,"
I replied.
"Thank u, I would like that."

He paused.

"Things still good with this guy ur with?"
he asked.

I paused this time, nervous to answer.

"It’s ok,"
he sent,
"I can handle it. I just want to know ur happy. Plus it would b good 2 know if there is evr a time to swoop back in ;)"

He always makes me laugh easy.

"Its gr8 so far, mayb better than I’d hoped. Mayb it’s a grl thing 2 say, but something tells me he could b my last bf,"
I sent.

"Wow. That's pretty serious."
JP replies.
"I didn't know u were “
there
,” I thought u just liked the guy."

"I was trying not to b
here
,"
I sent.
"He was not the settle down type, so I was being the same way. The more we did that, the more we changed. We’ve gotten to the point where we hate being apart. He’s irresistible."

"And he feels the same, this guy?"
he asked.

"Yes. He’s the 1 that asked we try. I was not expecting it,"
I answered.
"But I couldn’t b happier. I just didn’t think he evr would. Truth b told, I was already swept off my feet and putting a lot of work into pretending not 2 b."

There was a little pause.

"Does this guy know ur in love with him?"
JP asks.

I typed back,
"In love?"

"R u saying ur not?"
he sent.
"Becuz it sounds like u r."

"I didn’t’ say I’m not."
I stopped for a moment, catching up to myself.
"I absolutely m in luv, but I haven’t told any1. I haven’t said it out loud or admitted it in any way—until just now.”
It felt so strange to have it out there, but liberating at the same time.
“I think I was afraid 2 use that word until I felt safer."

"If u guys r going 2 have a chance, ur both going 2 have 2 trust each other...and urselves,"
he sent.

"Ur right,"
I sent.
"Easier said than done lol but ur right."

"LOL hey, the important thing is u have a chance,"
he typed.
"It’s not ez 2 find so Im happy 4 u."

"Thank u,"
I sent.

"Just tell me he is good 2 u, Charity. U deserve some1 that treats u right,"
he typed.

I see where he is going.
"JP, r u about 2 say u would treat me right, take care of the things I need?"

"Guilty, lol,"
he replies.

"1st, thank u, 2nd, he treats me right the way I need him 2. Granted he doesn't own a multimillion dollar company, but that's not 1 of my requirements at all,"
I typed.

"No. I know it isn't,"
JP sent.
"That’s 1 of the things I like best about u."

"This guy looks out 4 me. He holds doors, asks me about my day, and helps me when I need it. Most importantly, he looks at me right,"
I added.

"And how’s that?"
JP asks.

I had to think about how to put it in words.
"Like I m the only thing in the world that matters, and he would crush anything that gets in the way of that."

"That sounds like a great look,"
JP sent.
"But in my defense, you don’t know if I have the same look or not. You've never seen me to know."

"LMAO very true,"
I typed laughing.
"I think the key is he makes me look at him the same way. When we r 2gether, I don’t want it 2 ever end."

"Well, now there is something I can’t compete with. I got nothing,"
he typed.

"LOL. I did try 2 warn u,"
I typed.

"No, I’m good,"
he typed.
"I said I could handle it, and I am. The important thing is I can tell how excited u r with this. Im ok with that."

It was good that we had chatted. It put me back on my high, my mind reeling about Justin, and I feel more secure about the office. It will go much easier when JP and I finally met for work, all the awkwardness gone now.

As I finished with everything I needed done before the weekend, I grabbed my cell and texted Justin. I let him know I would be getting out early, and asked him if I would be seeing him tonight. It was a little while before he replied.

"Absolutely,"
he said.
"I probably can't get to you early, but I will certainly get to you."

I was happy with that, but a little bit later he texted again.
"You know what, you come first. I'll be out early too."

And there it was, perhaps the one thing that could make me happier than I already was.

I MET JUSTIN IN
the lobby of our building. We both felt it was safer than meeting at one of our apartments,
where we might never leave
. Of course, he did still stop and kiss me, holding my chin up to his.

It gave me the chills.

We decided to take the subway up to the park. It's a new experience for us to be in a crowded train, after being used to fondling each other in the back of a taxi. We maintained eye contact and traded devious smiles until we were off, and we held hands and talked as we made our way to the Boathouse for dinner.