Desire (22 page)

“Okay…”

“And I don’t want him thinking that I have a kid or something. Oh my
God
, what a fucking disaster.”
Thanks Mom.
“And you’re so hot and it’s
soooo
obvious that we’d be screwing, he’ll never buy that celibacy, sobriety thing.”
If you could get to the fucking point already, that’d be great.
“So I kind of don’t want him to
know
that you’re living here.”

“Well, I’m not going to call him.”

“The thing is… he’s flying in soon. Like, two days from now.”
And?
“So I was hoping you could stay with Roger through the weekend.”

Seriously? How fucking convenient is that? “I can do that.”

“You don’t mind?” she asks, slurring her words. I shake my head. “I’m
not
trying to get rid of you, I swear. I promise. Cross my heart. I’m
so
glad you came home.”

“I get it.”

“You are the
best
!”

“One thing, though,” I interject. “I am really getting tired of his stay on the wagon, scared straight speeches.”
And he might lose his shit if he knows you have yet another new boyfriend
. “Would you care if I crashed at the club instead? I’ve been neglecting everything there anyway and he’s not exactly crazy about my new job.”

“
Are you sure
Sloooaaane
will let you?” Glory teases. “I heard about your big fight. The girls aren’t even allowed in that place now.”

“
Yeah, I had to let her think that bothered me. I can’t take
everything
from her,” I boast.

“D
on’t lay it on so thick. You don’t have to pretend it didn’t hit your pride.”

“It was a relief, I swear. C
elibacy aside, I’m sick of needy little train wrecks.”
Except for the one I’m in love with. I can’t get enough of her
. “I am pity fucked out, Glor.”

“Really?”

“God, yes,” I say. She tilts her head to the side. “I don’t want to blow your buzz.”
As if that is even fucking possible
. Shaking her head, she blinks and gestures for me to keep talking “I think they, um… sort of triggered this shit storm, to be honest. They always fucking cry afterwards. I can’t take it. And some of them have really fucked up scars.”

“
Heavy
,” she replies, her eyes widening. “No good deed goes unpunished, I guess. Well, you’re little charity cases are in good hands. Diego’s helping her with them now.”

“
That was my idea, by the way, but it’s still a little hard to believe. Diego is a voyeur. I don’t think I’ve even heard of him actually fucking someone.”

“Me neither!” she exclaims, yawning. We are finally here. “What is his deal?”

“I don’t really know. We don’t talk about it.”

Glory is too wasted to walk, so I basically drag her to bed and tuck her in lying o
n her side. It’s 4:15. Maya gets up at 5:45. An air horn in my ear won’t wake me up if I fall asleep right now, so I’ll have to wait because there is no fucking way I am going to miss that phone call. Hopefully she doesn’t notice how exhausted I sound because she’s extra sleepy when she answers. When I tell her we only have to wait two more days, I finally get to listen to a giggle and squeal that I actually want to hear babbling out of the mouth I’ll get to kiss soon. Between those adorable fucking noises and the accent, my dick is so hard it hurts. I cannot wait to see her.

19

Maya

Two
weeks without him then I get him for five nights, including the entire weekend. That’s not so bad, but I probably shouldn’t get excited that it’s the new normal. Isaac was very surprised. And it’s all because she has a new boyfriend, which he was genuinely thrilled about. That is so comforting, but really strange too.

Piper wasn’t exactly happy when I told her the good news, but she wasn’t pissed off either
. It’s probably because she’s already grown accustomed to the fantastic, ready-to-eat, gourmet meals and we’re almost out. He left us with quite a variety, but not enough for me to figure out which restaurant is his with the countless Internet searches I’ve done. I wish he’d just tell me already.

He’ll be here any minute now.
I’m so fucking excited I can’t sit down. If something goes wrong, I am totally going to break my 53 hours without crying streak. I’ve never needed a kiss more in my life.

My phone vibrates. A text!
Knock Knoc
k

.
Standing on my tiptoes, I peer though the peep hole, my heart racing when I see his shadow stretch across the wall.

“Hi!” I squeal, barely able to wait until he drops the three bags he’s carrying before I leap at him.
Of course he catches me, he always does, but I usually don’t collide with this much force and he stumbles backwards, laughing out a groan.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he breathes, squeezing me so hard I can’t say it back. “So, so, fucking much.”

“Me too.”

As soon as our lips touch, I realize we won’t be having a proper conversation for a while. His fingers dig into my ass as I pull myself tightly against his torso, tracing my fingers around in his short hair. Carrying us into the bedroom, he
moans into our kiss, his arm snaking up my spine. Holy shit. I’ve never needed sex more in my life, either.

“Okay,” he pants, tossing me onto my bed. “I want to state for the record that I really missed
you
, not the sex. But if I don’t get inside of you right now, my dick is going to explode.”

“Get over here,” I giggle, holding out my arms.
He’s resisting until his pants are off. “There’s no rush,” I coax him, curling my fingers. “
Please.
”

“I have been
desperate to hear you beg and whine for me for way too long.” He tosses his belt on the floor and jumps on top of me, threading his fingers into my hair and tugging gently.

D
ragging my nose back and forth against his, I squeal while he chuckles and paws at my boobs. I was expecting a brutal reunion, even looking forward to it, but this is so much better. We exchange ‘missed yous’ and ‘love yous’ dozens of times as our lips dance around each other’s faces until his hand makes a fist in my hair. I gasp for air as he plunges his tongue into my mouth with a growl. Our hearts pound and our breaths grow ragged as we pull at each other’s shirts.
Now.

He is so thinking what I’m thinking. Our mischievous grins collide again and again as we pull o
ff our clothes so quickly I can’t tell whose hands are whose until his are groping my bare breasts. With a laugh, his mouth works its way down my throat and sternum, but comes back up to kiss me several times before it finally clamps down on my nipple. I cry out loudly, spreading my legs around his ribs and squirming.

“I missed these, too,” he murmurs, toying with me.

They’re so sensitive and neglected that his flicking tongue and pinching fingers almost hurt, but I wouldn’t dare deny him. The urge to give him what he needs, to
be
what he needs, overwhelms me and I go limp in his grasp, arching my back for more. This is always when the pain fades away and I become his completely.

He senses my surrender and exh
ales an impatient grunt, as if it’s an invitation that he was waiting for. Shifting upwards, he kisses me fiercely as he pushes inside, his arms coiling tighter around me as we groan. It starts with three long, hammering thrusts that bring me to the brink. He must be right there with me, throwing his head back as his eyelids flutter. That tilted cocky smile crosses his face and he laughs, dipping down for a gentle kiss as his thumb tickles that sensitive spot below my ear.

“I think about you constantly.
Constantly
,” he whispers, breathing heat against my neck and bucking into me.

“Me too.
”

“I keep hearing your voice,
Maya, your laugh. It’s so clear, I always turn around expecting you to be there, but you’re not,” he croaks.

“Isaac…”

“I swear I feel you in my arms every night.”

“I feel them around me all the time.”
I cradle his head, nuzzling his temple as he hides in my neck. “We’re together now,” I remind him, kissing the faded bite mark.

“
Finally
,” he moans. I squeak in surprise when he rolls me on top of him. “Sit up, I want to see you.” Blushing, I do what he asks, anxious to rake my eyes over his rippled flesh. “You are so beautiful.”

He thrusts upwards, bouncing me wildly as lust sets his eyes on fire. My fingers trace patterns on his carved, stomach,
dipping into the valleys between his perfect muscles. His hands grip my hips to pull me downwards, trapping the energy until I call his name and writhe.

“If I don’t taste you, I
will lose my fucking mind.”

Bring
ing my face down into his lips, he rolls us again until he’s on top. After a few greedy thrusts, he pulls out of me and pushes my knees up, covering my inner thighs with kisses. He savors me slowly at first, dipping his finger inside me and curling it forward. I scream as he pulls my clit between his teeth, demanding I give him the noises that he craves. It rolls through me quickly and I ache for him when it’s over, but he gets here just as fast and I disappear into his kiss as we reunite.

Tears stream down my face as I cling to him, begging him to come with me again. I tremble, but I can’t follow him this time. I missed him so fucking much, I can’t stop crying, hiding my face in his
chest as he shudders and clenches his jaw. He doesn’t let me go when he’s finished, kissing me everywhere he can without pulling me out of the cocoon of his body.

I squeal in protest when he
breaks away, but he was just retrieving the pile of covers we kicked onto the floor so he can wrap us up together. Curling his body around mine, he holds me tightly against his chest, surrounding every part of me in warmth. It’s so safe in here. I can finally breathe.

*
*******

“
I could stay home from school,” I coo into his ear as the alarm goes off.

“On your
second week? I don’t think so. I can live without you for six hours. Just barely,” he teases, kissing my temple.

“What will you do all day?”

“I’m headed to the club.”

“Oh,” I reply, doing a crap
py job hiding my disappointment. “That makes sense.”

“Sloane’s not going to be there, if it makes you feel any better. She couldn’t wake up this early if she tried.”

“It’s okay if she is. I’m not going to get all weird whenever you see your friend.”

“You can get a little weird considering it’s an extremely weird situation. The girls are permanently banned from the place, so you never have to worry about me running into them.”

Yawning, he hugs me against his chest and kisses my fingertips before sitting up on the edge of the bed and stretching his arms over his head. Every perfectly formed muscle in his back twitches and rolls beneath his taut golden skin. I have
really
missed seeing that. My world is considerably less beautiful now that he’s not a constant presence.

“Glor
ia knows about the club, right?”

His spine stiffens dramatically and I can see the tension warp his shoulders. “Yes, she does. She’s helping me hide the 10% ownership on paper like she did for the restaurant.”

“Does she know about Sloane and the… uh…”

“Brokenhearted submissive relocation program? Yes.”

“So she believes your story enough to trust you about them?”

“No, she doesn’
t,” he scoffs. “So Sloane and I started a rumor that we’re fighting and she cut me off from her girls. But actually I think she might believe me regardless now.”

Don’t ask why.
“Where does she think you are?”

“She wanted me to stay with Roger, but I told her I put a nice couch in the office at the club and would rather be there.”

“What if she checks on you?”

“I’ll tell her I had to get out of there because Sloane showed up and started pissing me off.”

“You think of everything, don’t you?”

“I really fucking try to, yes. There is a slim chance that she’d do that.”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Answering me without getting angry.”

Shooting me an apologetic look, he sighs and lays back down on the bed
with his head in my lap, kissing my thigh before wrapping his arms around my waist. “You’re welcome,” he whispers. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot. I can’t stand the thought of you falling asleep every night with a thousand unanswered questions and that wild imagination of yours running scenarios in your head.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. You’ve been so sweet not pushing me and I’m taking advantage of it.” I have nothing to say to that, so I run my fingers though his hair reassuringly. “So… I was thinking maybe we could do a little Q&A tonight or tomorrow. I don’t want to wait until the last night in case it turns into a fight.”

“Q&A? I don’t want to grill you.”

He laughs, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing my wrist. “Yes, you do. I suggest you take me up on it.”

“I am extremely tempted, but I don’t want to fight and I don’t want to make you relive anything… unpleasant.”

“I already am because I went back there. I won’t freak out on you or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“A little. I won’t be able to handle a territorial fuck right after that,” I
murmur.

“Maya.” He sits up and leans into me, sliding his hand along the nape of my neck. “Of course not. Don’t worry about that. I… probably won’t want sex at all.”

“Okay.”

He kisses every square inch of my face
until I giggle for him. “And.” He grins, startling me when he flings his legs over mine and straddles my hips. “I want to talk about what we’re going to do for our birthday.”

“Now? It’s
like two months away.”

“What can I say, I plan ahead. I want to get a hotel room.”

“You do?”

“Yep.” His lips brush against mine and start traveling down my
throat as his hands circle my waist.

“I wonder how birthday sex works when it’s both people’
s birthday,” I gasp. It drives me absolutely crazy when he does this to my neck, my entire body tingles.

“Good question.” He pecks the end of my nose. “I can’t wait to find out.” I
moan loudly when his mouth clamps down on my nipple. “Now let’s get you off, before we send you to school,” he teases, flashing me that tilted smile as he twists his fingers into the thin fabric of my panties.

“Isaac!” I scold him playfully
when he rips them down to my ankles. “I don’t think we have time.”

He answers me with a cocky laugh as he pushes my knees apart, dipping his head down to flick my clit with his tongue. There’s no use arguing with him.