Unwanted Fate (24 page)

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t wait,” I say shutting off the car. “I hope you don’t mind quick and rough.”

“No, why?”

I get out of the car, hurrying around to her side to get her out. The moon and stars light around us as I lead her to the rear of the car.

“Bend over the trunk, spreading your legs.”

“We’re doing it here?”

“Yes, I left you unpleased this morning and I’m rectifying the situation.”

“In middle of no—”

“Emily, spread your legs,” I say sternly as I unzip my pants, pulling them down enough to get my cock out without catching it in the teeth of the zipper. I stroke it a few times, getting it hard enough to roll on the condom I had in my pocket. I flip the blue skirt of the dress over Emily’s fine ass and caress her, making sure she’s wet enough for me. She stands on the toe of her heels, allowing me to align myself to her. I thrust hard into her, causing her to moan out in pleasure.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, don’t stop. Fuck me…hard.”

“I’d planned on it. Hold on tightly.”

Emily’s moans and our bodies coming together mix in the echoes all around us. She tightens around me, feeling her body preparing to release. As her body trembles with her release, I let go, coming with her, and riding out the orgasm, making sure she’s fully satisfied.

I slowly remove myself from her, pull my handkerchief from my back pocket, and clean her up, putting her dress down and helping her off the rear of the car. Using the other side of the kerchief, I remove the condom and clean myself up, tucking myself in and fastening my pants. I help Emily into the car and get myself in as well, quickly turning on the car and turning it around to head to her apartment. I can’t wait to get her home.

B
right sunlight awakens me and I roll over to see Patrick still sleeping. After staying here for the first time almost two weeks ago, I fell in love with this bedroom. Mostly because Patrick was in it, but also because of the amazing view of the mountains the windows face. The negative part of the windows are they face to the east, and there is a valley between the two peaks, and this time of year the sun shines in here early. Or so Patrick said it did.

Today we are sleeping in so I actually get to see the sunrise in here. I’m at the mercy of Patrick after getting my SUV from his office last week, I left it at my apartment, and we still have been riding to work together in the mornings. Which is fine because I normally get to drive his car, except today he’s dropping me off at the center before he goes to the office. He’ll be in to help me after his meeting. I’m going to work on organizing the food pantry in preparations for our annual food drive.

“I can hear you over there thinking. Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”

“You need the sleep because you don’t sleep much.”

“Neither do you because of me.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Good.” He pulls me into his body and I feel his erection resting beside my hip.

“I’m going to shower, want to join me?” He licks his lips.

“Yes, showering together saves water.”

“Sure it does.” I wink at him as I pull away from him and get out of bed. I saunter to the bathroom and turn on the water. I know he’ll be in here in a bit. After brushing my teeth, I check the water’s temper and get in, getting on with my much needed routine.

“You began without me?” He huffs as he pulls the door open and quickly closes it before all the warmth escapes its glass and stone confines.

“Should have been in here sooner.”

“I had trouble getting up.” I look down…he’s standing before me fully erect.

“Doesn’t look like you have any problem getting up.”

“Not when it comes to you. Let me show you.”

This was tricky the first time we tried this but we got this down, and a lot easier without condoms. I’m on birth control and we’ve both been tested, and whatever kind of relationship we have going I don’t think is going to end anytime soon. The first time we had sex without a condom, was the first time I’d ever gone without and it felt like nothing I’d experienced before.

He sits down on the seat built into the shower, stroking himself, making sure it’s hard and ready for me. On a whim, I bend over and take most of him in my mouth. Relaxing, I take all of him, he hits the back of my throat, and I try not to gag.

“Holy hell, Ems. Keep doing that and I’m going to come down your throat.” I’m not a swallow kind of chick. I remove my mouth, sucking hard all the way to the tip. “You little tease,” he groans out. He reaches for me, grabbing me by the waist and pulls me to him, and rubs his hand down my freshly waxed mound, teasing my skin as he makes his way to my clit. With his thumb pressing on me, his fingers tease my folds, making me wet with desire.

“Babe.”

“What’s that, Emily?”

“Patrick.”

“You know I like it when you talk dirty.”

“Fuck me, Patrick, rough and hard!”

“Yes, ma’am.” He spins me around, my ass in his face, as he re-situates himself in the seat. I straddle his legs and he places his hands on my hips, guiding me down on him, where he buries himself in me. Placing my hands on his legs, I thrust my hips up and down in a steady rhythm, hitting my G-spot with every downward thrust.

I can feel my orgasm building, and I feel breathless, my body tense from the building pleasure that’s consuming me. Patrick takes over, lifting me up and down on his cock, and I moan out his name. As he slams me down, my orgasm crests, and I come all over him. He keeps lifting and slamming me down until he groans out, filling me with his release.

Patrick pulls me into his chest, holding me close until we both catch our breath. I find myself falling in love with this man more and more each day. I know it’s only been a few months, but it feels like a few years. He inspires me…but I know it’s probably too soon, so I am locking that away in my heart for now.

“I guess we better shower or our employers will think we aren’t coming in today.” I begrudgingly pull myself from him.

“This is one time I definitely dislike you being right.”

I stick my tongue out at him and shower by myself.

P
atrick pulls up to the center and drops me off after a kiss that won’t let me forget that I’m his. I’m wearing one of his Johnny Cash T-shirts, jean shorts, and flip-flops. I wanted to be comfortable because doing inventory is time consuming and dirty.

I walk into my office after unlocking the door and do my normal routine of locking up my purse and briefcase, and check emails. Since nothing is too pressing, I will put it off until tomorrow, and stroll to the pantry.

Normally one of the AmeriCorps workers helps me, but oddly, today we don’t have anyone scheduled to be here. Patrick volunteered to help me and should be here within an hour to assist me. He said his meeting should be brief since it’s an interview for a new manager since the other one quit.

I turn on the radio we keep locked up in the cabinet to help break the silence of the room and get to work pulling out boxes of food where everything can be seen. I’d made spreadsheets to keep tally of everything and pull them out of the drawer to get a fresh one started.

Humming along to the music, counting jars, cans and boxes seem to fly by. Then I belt out “Until I Wake Up” by J.R. Richards as it plays on the radio. I think this sometimes about Patrick and me. I feel like it’s all a dream and it can be gone before I get to fully enjoy what we have.

“Hey, beautiful.” His warm breath causes my body to freeze and my heart nearly stops. I will myself to move and it complies, taking a defensive stance.

“Umm. Hi, Victor.”

“Hi, yourself,” he reaches out, brushing my hair off my face.

“What are you doing here?” I shakenly ask.

“I thought you could use some help since you’re in here alone.”

“I’m fine, thank you. Actually, I’m almost finished.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, how about I do this—” He comes to me; I try to dodge him.

“No, Victor. I have a boyfriend.”

“That’s news to me,” he says as he closes in.

“No, Victor…” I holler out as he puts his icy cold hands on me.

I
’m glad Emily reminded me how to get to the pantry this morning or I might have forgotten with all of the rooms in this building. Walking closer to the pantry, I hear music coming from the room and know that is where I’ll find Emily singing along to the music. I’m outside of the room and I can hear voices coming from the room.