Holt's Holding (8 page)

I raised my sight to the Bartender. It was time for a
check.

“You are heading out?” Chris looked to me

“It’s late, and I’m drunk the second night in a row. Shit
it’s not even Friday” Shaking my head, fuck, two nights in a row.
 
My nerves were taking over, and I was getting
careless.
 
I needed to get myself home.

“Technically it is.” Chris laughed looking down at his
watch.

“Where’s your car?” he added

“Garage.
I
walked here. Benefits of living close by.”

“I know it’s only three blocks, but let me take you home,
this is the city and you look like someone’s temptation.”
 
I felt his eyes appraise me.
 
Oh Chris, not good.
 
He needed to let the past go.

“Ok.” I
didn’t
have it in me to
argue and a ride seemed like a good idea.

Signing for the bill, my senses caught that familiar
cologne. I whipped my head around looking for the source.
 
My eyes darted around the dark bar, searching
for the owner of the cologne.
 
Every hair
on my neck stood in attention, or possibly a fevered anticipation.

“What is it?” Chris looked to me

“I don’t know …I’ve smelled this cologne all day. It’s
weird, but somehow I know it.”
 
Still
searching, I probably looked desperate or
really fucking
drunk.

“Uh, Lil, a lot of guys were cologne. It’s possible that
this cologne is just a popular one at best.” He smiled shaking his head at me.

“Yeah, I’m sure your right.” Of course, he was right.
And
it was clear that I liked this cologne. I gathered my
purse; looking up to him, as he had his arm extended for my taking.
 
“Let’s get out of here.” I smiled.

“Smartest thing you’ve said this evening,” he laughed.

We both tried to signal Brady and Sam, but they were
clearly lost in their attempts not to succumb to their desires. Chris and I
again shared the same expression laughing.

Chris drove me home, and like the
gentlemen
,
he was; he stopped the car. Circling to my door, he helped me out of the car.

Chris walked me to the door of my building and hugged me
tight. Pulling from him, I looked up to his eyes. Yes, his feelings were just
under the surface. He pursed his lips. I knew his reaction was one of debate.

“Good night Chris.”
 
I offered sensing his debate.
 
The
look in his eyes said it all.

Releasing a sigh “Good night Lil” and he kissed my
forehead.

I watched as he walked back to his car, and waved back to
me.

Turning, I opened the front door. Part of me wished I could
open up fully. Chris was a phenomenal friend, and his character was strong and
moral. Shaking my head, I knew then as I did now. He deserved someone better
than me. Someone that could return the type of love he had to offer. I stepped
into the elevator and my resolve needed time to refuel.
 
The door closed me in my solitude.

The ride up was quicker than I expected. Fiddling with my
keys, awareness hit, I was extremely drunk.

Shit, I even felt that queasy sensation in my
stomach….double.
shit
.

Unlocking the door seems like work. Finally, in I stripped
my shoes off by the door locking it.

I dropped my purse at the entry table…crap it hit the
floor.
Whatever.
 
I stumbled in the dark unzipping my sheath.

In my room, I allowed it to fall off.
 
Just me in my
undergarments.
 
My bed was calling
me, and I was more than eager to answer. Dropping down, I stripped my stockings
off, and pealed my bra; dropping it to the floor. I was too drunk to bother
with a shirt. Moreover, what did it matter anyway, this was my room and my bed.

I crawled into bed closing my eyes trying to center myself.
My nose still caught up in the scent of the cologne I had smelled all day.

Half as sleep my mind started to drift thru the day…first
to Julie’s brother, then to Sebastian. Both
men,
were
thoroughly off limits, but oddly, the idea that they were, was tempting.
 
My mind fleeted over the sexual tension
between Sam and Brady. I realized
,
I was jealous only
from the aspect that I was in need.
 

Yes, I was in need of a good lay.

Again, the memory of Sebastian hit me hard. His eyes and
the one thing I
hadn’t
noticed then. He had the look
of a hunter. Charlie held that same look that morning.

Well they might be off limits in reality,
but,
not in my dreams.

Oh, yes, fantasies
were totally allowed
.

The scent that lingered around me was a perfect
aphrodisiac, and my arousal blossomed with a keen ache between my legs.
 
Normally, I would just pull out a trusty
vibrator, but drunk, and unwilling to move had me held in place.
 
All I could picture was Charlie as he was the
last vision my mind held.

Morning seemed to sneak up on me so quick.
 
I
didn’t
even feel
like I had slept.

Opening my eyes, the sound of my screaming alarm clock,
made my head feel like it was going to explode.
 
“Ugh!”
 
I yelled.
 
Turning of the alarm.

Looking up at the ceiling, I so
didn’t
want to get out of bed. No bed was ecstasy… “Oh, Lillian you have only yourself
to blame!”
 
I chastised myself allowed,
needing to lecture myself out of my stooper.

My mind jumped back, yes my dream…I must have been in
serious need because my dream without a doubt provides a satisfaction beyond
expectation. I was sure I had climaxed about four times in my sleep. So yes, I
was fully sated this morning.
 
A stupide
smile found a home on my face.
 
Ok, I was
beyond sated.

If only reality could be as enjoyable as a dream.

I shook my head.
 
Grinning with a sated
mind;
revisiting the
dream seemed like a terrifically brilliant idea.

Fuck me
;
what a dream.

My mind still caught up; the vision of his tone body
leaning over mine.

His lips and those eyes.

Raising my hands over my head and stretching out I could
sense that blossoming desire pool at my center, lacking the ache of an
unreleased climax.

His body firm and hard, penetrating mine; the size of him
was so large that if it had been real I supposed I
wouldn’t
be able to walk for at least a day. No man in my experience was hung like that,
so yes this was
me
, clearly dreaming.

The more I stretched the more I realized that my body felt
totally unhinged and sore.

That’s
right…tequila…my head suddenly started to throb. I was in for a hurting today.

I leaned over to the once again screaming alarm clock, and
hit it, turning it off. Yes, my body was extremely sore, and my legs felt like
they were heavy and popped out of their joints.

Pulling myself from my bed, I shook my head appraising my
clothes, bra, and panties. I lifted the blanket off my body. Yes, I was
totally
naked. I
didn’t
remember
taking off my underwear. I must have been that drunk. I stood up, the pressure
in my head was heavy, and my legs were sore.

Shit…my hand quick between my legs. I felt the
release…looking down…”oh Shit?”
 
I yelled
in surprise of what looked possibly as a man’s orgasm seeping from my
center.
 
Tinged pink?
Hmm,
couldn’t
be my period?

I was on birth control, so I only had a period every three
months. Had I not known any better, I would have thought that I actually had
sex last night?

I forced myself into the bathroom turning on the shower and
quick to the toilet to wipe myself clean.

“What the hell?”
 
Again, the need to vocalize my shock was to remind me this
wasn’t
a dream and I was awake.
 
Fuck, Chris
didn’t
come home with me.
 
This I was sure
of
.
 
Hell, if he had,
there
was no way even drunk
that I would have had sex
with him.
 

I finished and jumped into the shower not caring that the
water was only
luke
warm. I
washed myself thoroughly and stepped out to brush my teeth.

I blew out my long brown hair, and actual styled it. I
chose to leave it down today. I applied my makeup and proceeded to my closet to
get dressed. The periwinkle dress caught my eyes. It had been a while since I
wore it. The dress hugged my body, a tight, but suited styling; the back had an
unexpected white “peekaboo” detail popping out from the lower slit. The breast
line squared and accentuated my breast in
a
unusually
teasing but conservative manor. I liked this dress a lot.

Not needing a jacket, as it
didn’t
violate any dress code, having three quarter length sleeves. The dress code
forbids us to wear anything sleeveless. In my opinion, a bit outdated, hell
this was Maryland, the humidity at times was like a sauna.

Back to my room, I dropped the towel, and put on matching
bra and panties, then my thigh high stocking in nude. Unzipping the back of the
dress, I stepped in and pulled it up.
 
When my eyes caught the fact that my door was wide open, Charlie was
standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand and clearly watching me. His eyes
definitely held a hungry look. Dropping my head, shit, he just watched me get
dressed. How did I not realize my door was open?

I could hear him put his cup down and walk straight for my
room.

Oh, fuck. I shook my head feeling frozen.

Wow, he was quick. I could feel him stand behind me. His
breath on my exposed back was sending a wake of blazing electricity down me. I
felt his hands at the lowest point of my back just gently touch my skin.

“Let me help you fasten your dress.” His voice was tender
and seductive.

Gently pulling at the zipper, he was slow in his effort to
zip up the dress.

Shit, the relentless desire was pooling strong at my
center. Unable to move, and my breathing
became hitched
.
Jesus,
I’m
going to have to change my panties.
 
I was sure they were soaked in my relentless
arousal.

His pull paused, and his other hand gently slid up the
upper part of my back under my hair to the nape of my neck. The sensation of
his hands on my skin sent an electrical shock down my spine, landing at my
aching core.
 
Fuck me!
 
I felt like my heart was about to jump out of
my chest.

Finally, he pushed my hair over my shoulder. Then proceeded
to finish zipping me up.

“You have the most flawless skin,” he whispered. Oh shit, I
was about to come? His cologne…the same cologne I smelled all day yesterday,
assaulted my nose. My body stiffened, and every hair stood to attention on my
neck. Suddenly he broke away and walked out of the room.

Closing my eyes, inhaling what air I could smoothly take
into my desperate lungs, the vision of him from my dream quickly formed. With
his body, having been just behind me, I was sure his touch had reminded me of
the dream, and how he had taken me from behind
. Yes, my
dream was undoubtedly worthy of a revisit.

Off Limits circled again disrupting my mind and vision.

Turning around, biting my lip, I went to find my nude heel
and slipped them on.
  
This man was truly
testing my resolve.
 
My only instinct is
to drag his ass back to my bed, and tie him down to sate
this
ridiculous pull he had over me.

Again, I needed another cleansing breath in to find my
center. Walking to the dresser, I sprayed my perfume on and exited my room.

Charlie,
fortunately was on his cell phone. Talking heatedly to whomever, his eyes never
seemed to leave me.
 
I walked over
finding my purse on the floor and my cell phone down on the ground buzzing.
Turning it around it was Brady calling.

“And what can I do you the pleasure of this morning?” I
answered.

“Well you can start by telling me what you’re wearing?” he
offered teasingly.

I grinned to his request…this was so typical of him.
Normally, I
didn’t
play his game, but today I thought
it to be worthwhile. Standing up clutching my purse, I walked to the counter
and placed it down. My eyes were quick to land on Charlie, as he was still on
the phone leaning on the wall looking out onto the city.