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But the sense of safety isn’t the same one I felt the night I met Brent. It is all just so different in every sense of the word.

His arms wrap around me in an unexpected embrace and my body hums at his touch. An electric current runs through us and my body flashes hot. I try and ignore all the teenage-like hormones, but it is damn hard. My mind travels back to Brent again, wishing these kind of feelings would course through me when he touches my body. Why do my thoughts continue to rest on him?

“I never thought I would meet you, Miss Aurora. You always seem too busy for me.” He jokes as we part. It is true though. After talking, Skyping and texting for almost a month, I figured I had put him off long enough. Our last Skype chat was enough for me to never talk to him again. Damn it, I don’t even know why I agreed to meet him for dinner. I wasn't ready to move on. I wasn't ready to jump out and meet someone I had met off of the internet. Yeah, I had taken in a dinner here and there, but this was different. He was someone I knew nothing about. No mutual friends. Nothing to connect us together other than mutual attraction to pictures over the computer. And boy was he fuckin' attractive. Damn.

“I'm sorry about that. Work has been crazy and you know how the whole parenthood thing goes.” The little white lie comes so easily. Work has been the same. I just have wanted to avoid him as much as I could. I nervously push my loose hair behind my ear, still completely embarrassed about our mutual masturbation show.

“I am right there with ya, I've had Savannah full time the past couple weeks. I was lucky enough to carve this evening out for us.” Wesley replies without missing a beat. Hot, and a single dad to boot. That was one of the things that originally attracted me to him. We both have so much
baggage
. It is just easier for a guy like him to understand the kind of commitment parenting is. I can't just drop everything and run off, even though quite a few guys have already asked.

In the back of my mind I am continually reminded about what he has said about his future though. He is really just looking for a good time. But, then again, I guess that is all I am after. Because the thought of actually moving on scares the shit out of me.

“Well, it is finally nice to know you are the person behind the computer screen.” I let out a nervous laugh. I wonder if he can notice how anxious I am. I really need to stop overthinking it all and go with the flow. It’s just dinner. We are both standing, just staring at each other. Neither of us want to make the first move. We keep our eyes locked, examining the other in awe. Maybe I'm not half as bad as I've been lead to believe over the years? He breaks first.

“I ordered a nice bottle of red wine. I don't know if you drink, but it is one of my favorites,” Wesley says while pulling my chair out. What a gentleman. I want to swoon and just climb him like a tree. Right here in the middle of this expensive and busy restaurant. What the fuck is wrong with me? Fuckin' hormones. Maybe I really do just need to get laid already?

“That would be nice,” and like that our dinner conversation flows. Three hours later, I am stuffed and excuse myself to use the ladies’ room. If I don't run now, I am pretty sure my bladder is going to spring a leak and completely ruin the damn near perfect evening we have shared. I mean, shit, it has been forever since a man has lovingly fed me a bite off his plate.

I take care of business in record time. The restaurant is growing slow, quiet, as most patrons have left. I make it merely a few steps out of the bathroom when our bodies collide. I look up to excuse myself for being so clumsy. His green eyes catch my attention and before I can speak a single word, Wesley's mouth is on mine. Our bodies move seamlessly back into the women's bathroom.

I am confused by his actions. Over dinner he was sweet, romantic, everything a girl would dream of. But now he is an animal with one thing in mind. And for the first time in my life, I am going to throw caution to the wind and let him have it. I am going to sleep with a stranger on the first date because he is sexy as fuck and I haven't had a man inside me in more months than I can count on both of my hands.

His hands skim up my legs, pushing my dress higher and higher until his strong fingers are pulling at my panties. My own hands are moving on autopilot starting with his belt buckle, before unzipping his expensive dress pants and pulling his thick cock into my hands. The same cock I have the pleasure of watching him stroke for me until he came. Shit, just thinking back to that night on Skype is enough to send me over the edge.

He fishes inside his pocket, pulling out a condom and quickly rolling it down the length of his dick, before he slams inside me with no warning. The pain reminds me of how long it really has been since I have been fucked. Colin was the first and last man I had been with and his pencil dick couldn’t stand a chance next to Wesley. Shit, he feels so good though.

He pumps in and out of me, grunting in my ear with each thrust, nipping at my neck and ears as he continues to fuck me up against the bathroom stall. The pain turns into pleasure as he begins to hit something inside me that has my eyes rolling into the back of my damn head. He. Feels. So. Fucking.Good.

My mind can’t process everything that is going on. The normal Aurora would never in a million years fuck a man in a bathroom, let alone on the first date, but as he continues to drive his cock deeper and deeper inside me, we could be on top of the table in the middle of the fuckin’ restaurant and I wouldn’t care. Not a single bit. Because this man knows how to fuck.

“Oh my God, Wesley.” I moan before his mouth lands on mine again, taking possession of my lips, just as he has done with the rest of my body.

“My God, Aurora. Your pussy is the tightest thing I have ever felt.” he grunts as he pushes deeper than I’ve ever experienced. My body tightens around him and I can feel the orgasm building deep within the walls of my wet pussy.

“I’m gonna…” before I can get my words out, the ripples of pleasure release through my body and I can’t speak. I can only moan as he picks up his speed. Harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm before someone catches us fucking in the women’s bathroom. My mind starts to come back to reality. Before I can panic and push him off of me, he grunts with his own orgasm, filling the condom deep inside me.

“Holy shit. Aurora. My God.” His finger runs down the outline of my face in the most tender way. “You are such an amazing surprise. Everything I’ve always wanted.” He leans in and kisses me gently. A complete one eighty from the carnal beast who took me against the wall of a public bathroom stall just minutes ago. The shift in his mood is unexpected to say the least.

We both do our best to sneak back to our table without anyone noticing what had just happened. Although I am more than sure someone within the eatery knows exactly what just went down. I should be second guessing myself and running for the door, but I am oddly calm. Maybe that is exactly what I needed. It sounds dirty and disgusting. Slutty and desperate. But I feel liberated. I feel like I am finally rid of Colin. I am finally free from what he put me through.

“Penny for your thoughts, Aurora?” Wesley’s question snaps me out of my inner musings. Probably better off that way anyways. But the question now becomes: Am I honest with him?

“Just thinking about how much of a slut I should feel like right now.” Before I can even think about my statement, my hand flies up to my mouth in shock. I should laugh, but I am partly mortified I actually came out and said that. “I’m sorry, that totally came out the wrong way.” I’m trying not to smile, but my face is totally winning out on this battle.

“There is no reason for you to feel like a slut. We are both adults, Aurora.” He says while sipping on his glass of red wine. “Clearly, we have a connection…” he trails off. Yeah, a connection, that is for sure.

“Wesley, can I be honest with you for a moment?” I ask, waiting for his reply so I can spill how I am really feeling about what just happened.

“Aurora, I hope you are always honest with me.”

“I haven’t been with anyone but my ex-husband. And no one since we divorced. I didn’t expect my first time getting back on the horse to be… so….public?” I laugh. I guess I am finally losing that stick up my ass Colin always insisted was so firmly planted. I hate thinking about him and I just wish the past would disappear and swallow all of my memories with him whole.

“I can’t say I planned that. I’ve thought about being with you every night since I watched you get off on the computer though. Every night, Aurora. That is exactly what I thought about when I would jerk off. In bed, in the shower, before work, before bed. That pussy of yours is just absolutely delicious. Next, I want to lay you down in my bed and lick you for hours.” He says every last work with a huge smile on his face. The confident smile I am really coming to love. He is confident in every word and he knows he will get every last thing he wants.

“You are confident, Wesley.” I reply with a cocky demeanor. Trying to match the game he is playing across the table.

“Aurora, darling. Tell me you wouldn’t enjoy that just as much as I would. Tell me no right now and I will never bother you again.” He tosses his cloth napkin onto the table and begins to stand.

“I can’t tell you no.” I quietly admit as our eyes hold each other’s gaze.

“Which is why I can’t walk away from you. Whatever this is between us, Aurora…” he points back and forth between our bodies. “This is meant to be. I don’t do relationships or monogamy… but for you, Aurora, I will do anything you want.” I question his sincerity. But, the fact remains, I am just not ready for something exclusive. Not with him, not with anyone. I have dates lined up. I have people I want to meet. I have promises I have made to myself that I won’t let any man get in the way of. Even if he is a good lay.

“I’m not looking for a relationship, Wesley.” I answer him honestly. As honest as I can be when he is looking at me with those gorgeous eyes and that perfect smile. Any woman would promise him the moon and the stars. I just can’t put myself in that position. Not yet at least.

“I’ll change your mind on that.” he replies before throwing a couple hundred dollar bills on the table and walking out.

No goodbye.

No goodnight kiss.

Nothing.

That night I lay awake in bed wondering what the hell happened.

How could I have been so reckless?

How could I have let him take me so easily?

I was slowly careening down a road I didn’t like, but for the first time since Colin shattered the safe world I had lived so worry free in… I felt free. I felt alive. I felt like I was really getting the opportunity to live my life.

The situation I found myself in was a double-edged sword. On one end was a man who genuinely wanted me, probably because I let him fuck me so easily. The other hand was three suitors I could continue to be a lady around. Would I make the choice to live a double life? Would I have fun with Wesley while I continued to date for a Mr. Right. Or did I have no reason to continue to date because I found what I was inadvertently looking for in Wesley?

One thing I knew for sure was the fact that I had one last date scheduled with the only other man I had contacted on Fish in the Sea and I wouldn’t stand him up. Once we met, I would sit down and make the decision of what exactly I wanted now and who I would continue to spend my time with.

Where do I even begin? How about I just recap from the start.

Brent. My lovely Brent. I wish there was something more with him because we could live happily ever after with our two kids, maybe add one to the mix and just be your all American family. We have no problems talking or texting for hours. We are on the same page about life and everything that we want for the future. But it is like kissing my brother. Hell, we even tried holding hands one day at the park with the boys. Yeah, that didn’t work out well either. But he is also my rock. I can tell him anything, and the level of trust we have built in such a short time is priceless.

Then there is Wesley. Hot damn. Everything about him just screams RUN in the other direction. Then there is part of me that wants to get in bed with him and never leave. But, outside of the bed he can be cocky and abrasive. Two qualities that bother me to an extent. I don’t know if the trade off would be worth it. He is sweet and persistent. When he sees something he wants, he looks at it like a challenge and I am unsure I want to be a challenge rather than a love interest.

I know I keep saying I am not ready to move on. But, part of me has to wonder if I am. Maybe I do want a relationship and someone that will sweep me off my feet. And not inside the woman’s room of an upscale restaurant either. Maybe that is why I agreed to start dating again, because I crave love.

I do know one thing for sure. I am confused as hell, my work is piling up because I’ve been putting more focus on dates and my dating profile than my clients’ workload.

Oh, then there is Jackson, the other man as I have been calling him in my mind. That is also how Brent officially knows him. He is a manly man, none of this designer bullshit. You can tell from his rugged looks that he isn’t afraid to get dirty. Something about that just comes off sexy to me. The outdoorsy kinda man who loves fishing and hiking. Someone who won’t shy away from waterskiing with me or my insane plan to jump out of a plane.