Love Undefeated (Unexpected #5) (5 page)

My body felt so tired I caved into his warmth. I leaned in towards his embrace, my cheek rested on his shoulder, the suit he was wearing would need dry cleaning asap because I’d totally ruined it with my makeup.

He spoke slowly, “When you said you didn’t love me anymore…”

I breathed in long and hard at his words because even I didn’t believe it when they came out of my mouth.

His chest pulled in for an intake of air as he continued, “A part of me wanted to tell myself that it was true…but when you said you didn’t know when you stopped loving me, I knew you were lying because if you loved me that much, you’d remember exactly when you stopped.”

“I’m sorry…” his hands massaged my back as he uttered his apology, I’ve heard them one too many times, but this time it sounded different to my ears, as if my heart was actually hearing his plea. “I’m so sorry I did what I did. I’m sorry for hurting you. For allowing myself to become the person you hated. For not being there for you when you needed me the most. I’m so sorry, Nales.”

My face left his shoulder and I forced myself to look up at him.

He looked the same yet I knew in my heart, he was different. Maybe it was time for me to bridge the gap and for once, open my heart up to the possibilities…of something…with him…again. Letting my hands drift under his suit, I slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, needing to feel his naked skin against my own.

His hands fell to his sides, he was giving me control of how far I wanted to go with this. Him beneath me, me straddling him, was one of my favorite positions. It was one of his, too. Xavier’s affinity to my breasts should be a legend. All I had to do was send him a picture of my cleavage and he’d come on the spot. This position allowed me to offer him the goods while I rocked my hips to my own beat.

With his help, I was able to remove his suit jacket and shirt, and just when I was about to kiss him on his full mouth, my eyes caught some lettering on the top left side of his chest.

Caught between the rush of passion and curiosity, I asked, “What’s this?”

It was a small tattoo, a picture of a tiny cat with angel wings. The wings of the angel had the initials “N” and “S” inscribed in Korean letterings. I knew because I could read Korean.

First of all, Xavier hated cats, especially a fictional cat. When we moved in together, we made a compromise that I would keep all my Hello Kitty paraphernalia in one room. The only Hello Kitty items allowed in our room was anything related to underwear and even the two pillows I’d managed to sneak in our bedroom, he’d asked for two months’ worth of sex. Yet here he was, his skin tattooed with the two-legged creature with six prominent whiskers that looked so closely like my obsession.

“It’s my favorite cat.” The humurous twinkle in his smoldering green eyes was back, this was the playful side of him, and while the ink looked out-of-place on his muscular chest, it was so endearing at the same time.

I giggled at his words. “Your favorite cat? You don’t even like cats.”

“A-huh. You know what?” The husky edge to his voice was unmistakable, he was way past the point of being turned on. “We can talk about it later.”

I licked my lips, tasting the salty tears I’d shed earlier. “Later?”

With a slight shake of his head, he husked, “Nales, I’m not going to last this time around. It will be quick and hard. But I promise you I’ll make it up to you.” He lost the modulated control in his demeanor, so I decided to tease him just a little more. Months of no sex could do that to a girl. Make her a conniving, teasing bitch, especially to the man who held the flood gates to her pleasure.

I climbed off his lap, and since I was wearing a one-shoulder jersey sheath dress, the only way to remove it was to lift it up from its edges and shimmy out of it.

With my dress out of the way, I was clad in my nude bra and beige stretch lace panties, which I was pretty sure were more than soaked.

Xavier hadn’t moved from his spot. It was as if he was in a trance, his jaw slightly trembled and the fire in his eyes could incinerate me on the spot. I stepped out of my panties and the bulge in his pants grew larger in size. Without further ado, I unbuckled his pants, let his cock strain free out of the front of his boxer briefs, and then I achingly, painfully, rubbed the tip of his cock to the top of my clit.

The roar that came out of his mouth was ear-splitting, followed with a, “Damnit, Nales. You’re so damned beautiful.”

Reaching behind my back, I unfastened my bra, and with one hard thrust, he was inside of me. His mouth touched my nipple, and with each suck, he pushed me to the brink of oblivion. The way he was kissing my breasts, you’d think the guy had never seen breasts before. He was always partial to them.

“Condom,” I struggled to say, “Xavier…condom.”

“Back pocket.” His words were muffled against the worshipping tonguing motions he was blessing my breasts.

With him inside of me, I slowly lowered my back to grab the discarded pants and took the foil wrapper out. I was on birth control, but I still wanted another form of protection.

It was torture for him pull out and suit up, but as soon as he did, he rammed up against me, filling me
oh-so-deep
to the hilt. My body was accustomed to his size, but after months of only having a vibrator inside of me, which was nowhere near close to his gigantic asset, I had to readjust, and he must have seen the slight pinch in my expression, because he stopped and asked, “You okay?”

“Yes.” I shuddered at the pleasure he was giving me. “I need it harder.”

“Harder?” The low groan vibrated through his body, and with both of his hands on my hips, he lifted me off of him.

“Yes.” My body burned at his touch, and when he flicked a finger on my clit, the keening sound that escaped my lips was so loud I might have shaken a chandelier or two.

Riding him faster, slower, faster had me panting in need and the exertions were starting to make a slow fire between my legs, but I didn’t care. I was past the edge of caring. I was on the ledge, the precipice of sanity, my mind completely focused and lost in the sensations he was giving me.

Xavier took command, pushing up against me and pulling me down for more contact, leaving no space in between us. Time and time again, he groaned, holding himself back, making everything last a little longer for me. When his cock plunged inside me once again and his teeth grazed the top of my left breast hard enough I knew it would leave a mark, I screamed out my release.

With his head on my shoulder, nipping and biting, he pumped into me one, two, three more times before he growled in his throat, his shoulders shook, his breaths rapid and shallow as the force of his orgasm hit him.

My head stayed cocooned against his chest, and when he finally asked for me to stand up and excused himself so he could get rid of the condom, I felt the loss of our intimate connection, making me realize that no matter what, he would always be a part of me…I wanted me to always be a part of him too.

But right now, it was just too much for me to handle.

Picking up my clothes from the floor, I started to don my bra, my panties were no good so I’d be going home without them. I was lost in the mindless motions of putting my clothes back on when I heard his voice, “What are you doing?”

“I, ah, am going home,” I replied, not quite meeting his eyes. Sex between us was always great, and it was the least of our problems.

“Nales, I’m not taking you back to your place now,” he admonished, his face contorted in disagreement.

Sinking back down on the sofa, my shoulders sagged in defeat, “I don’t know what to do, Xavier. I really don’t.”

Reaching my side in a few quick steps, I saw that he’d changed into a white shirt and blue boxers. A long look passed between us.

“I know I was funning you earlier, but now that I think you’re ready to hear me out, ask me why the cat has wings.” His eyes were still filled with hunger, but now an unfamiliar sense of calm pressed his voice.

My brows shot up in fluster. “What cat?”

“My tattoo.” His left hand pressed on his chest, the other sifted through the ends of my short hair. He liked to play with my hair. I’d often asked if he liked it longer, but he’d just shrug and say, “Whatever floats your boat floats mine, too.”

“Oh okay,” I replied, trying to cover my body, especially my stomach. Now that the haze of passion had cleared, reality was sinking back in, fast. I had stretch marks and they weren’t a pretty sight. Xavier stopped my hands from covering any part of my body.

“Why do you have wings on your kitty tattoo?” Just the fact I was asking such a silly question was enough to make me giggle. I had no idea why he would tattoo a cat, of all things, on his chest.

Looking into my eyes, the emotions poured out of his mouth. “Don’t hide your body from me, Nales. That’s the last thing I’d ever want you to do. Well, aside from kicking me out of your sight every single time. You’re beautiful. ” Pausing for a breath, he added, “You’re passionate about a friggin’ cat so I had to have it.”

“Okay…” I replied, rolling my eyes. The ridiculous conversations I have had with him sometimes seem so pointless. “But why does it have wings? What are the Korean letters for?”

“Because even a cat can fly, you know. If you give her wings, she can fly.” He shrugged his shoulder, his eyes changed into a stormy, muddied green, “And I had to give her wings because her mama might love me or a fictional cat, but I knew her mama loved her most…so I gave her wings so she can fly straight into the heavens.”

His voice dipped an octave, his hands caressed my back as he said, “The letters are for you, Nales. And for her.
Serafina
.”

And just like that, I knew we weren’t talking merely about a cat anymore. He’d just reopened the festering wound that had broken and torn us apart.

There were so many beautiful, gorgeous women in this world. Last time I checked with my BFF Google, the world’s population was more than 7 billion. More than half of these were females.

So when someone told me, “I found the one,” or, “I’ll marry this woman,” I found it hard to believe. How could someone commit their life to one woman, one girl, one pussy for the rest of his life? The same should be said about the lady – was she nuts to sleep with only one guy, one man, and see only his dick for the rest of her existence?

My buddy, Zander, married way too young. He should’ve played the field some more before he shackled himself to that nerdy nurse girl, granted she was hot, and even when she got pregnant, he shouldn’t have married her.

That was more than three years ago.

Three years could change a person’s perspective.

In this case, mine.

The woman in front of me, her skin sultry, sweaty from our exertions, her disheveled state only added to her sensual appeal, and the way she was holding herself from what I’d just revealed, she was the one who made all of the other three billion females disappear in the dust for me.

I didn’t know it then.

I loved her, that part I’d at least grasped with my dumb head of a brain. But I didn’t know she was the one, the only one for me.

Until the day she left me.

You know the love songs written about letting a person go to find out if you loved her or missed her like crazy after you pushed her away? Or any type of sentimental bullshit that musicians write about when they’re brokenhearted? Well, I could’ve given them material to write a dozen songs or more with all the angst and the pain that had been eating me for the past months.