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Book One Consequences Never Hurt
TRUTH & CONSEQUENCES:
CONSEQUENCES NEVER HURT
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Truth & Consequences: Consequences Never Hurt By Leilani Harvey
The bell rang. Aneisa swept her straightened black hair up into a ponytail holder and sprinted over from her small floor mat in the center of the living room to answer the front door. She peeped through the sheer curtain covering the semi-circle window that hung over top the
door. A hesitant smile lifted the corners of her mouth. The man standing on the other side of the threshold licked his rose pink lips and her pussy clenched tight. It wasn’t the reaction she had expected at seeing him again. After all, this was one her fiancé’s closest friends, and not someone she, herself, had every held more than a casual relationship with. Not wanting to keep her visitor waiting too long, she turned the lock and pulled back the door. The effect was instantaneous and Aneisa felt the hypnotic pull of the visitor dragging over her senses the very moment they faced one another. The face was the same but the attitude was definitely different. The way Jayson Ferria stood there, burly arms folded over his chest, a tiny solid gold hoop hanging casually from his left ear, watching her with bone chilling clear blue eyes, as if he were trying to peer straight through Aneisa’s soul, sent a chill of anticipation through her limbs. The spark of electric hanging in the air was so heavy, she felt her fingertips tingle and heard a slight buzzing in her ears. Her sanity was telling her to close the door, nothing good would come from this reunion, yet the cascading of a warm sensation from the
top of her head, rolling through her core, and down to her toes welcomed the chance to tug at fate’s hand. There was no doubt that a change had come over Jayson. His frame was almost too high and broad for the modest doorframe. He seemed taller than before, much taller. And his shoulders were wider, sturdier, the muscle on his tanned peach arms strained hard against the material of his black fitted T-shirt. The standard uniform of cargo pants and polo shirts that Aneisa had been so use to seeing him wearing on a regular basis were absent. Well-tailored blue jeans hung on his hips and dark boots donned his feet. The dark cotton of the shirt clung to Jayson’s skin. She traced the outline of the sculpted muscles on his broad chest and then gradually moved down the torso of his body to a firm and trim waistline. In her mind, she silently caressed each of those areas, a fantasy of embedding her nails in his hot and sweaty skin played in her mind. Gone were his signature long blonde locks that Aneisa remembered hanging unevenly around his shoulders. With a new attitude came a new hairstyle, edgier, sharper, and bolder than before. Blonde
strands, carelessly tossed in a mix of short spikes and curls on the crown of his head, tapered down to close cut long sideburns. Gone, also, was the warm and friendly smile that she remembered him cheerfully greeting her with on their last meeting. The chiseled angle of his jaw was clenched tight, his perfect mouth silent and unmoving. There was no hint of timid friendliness on his face; instead, his features were calm and confident, silent and commanding. With his head held high and slightly tilted to the side, and his eyes coolly narrowed and fixed on Aneisa, Jayson was a man who was expecting a certain reaction to his presence. His sizzling energy, rolling off of him in waves, was dominant, almost impatient. Hard, but seductive eyes, waited for Aneisa to respond to his silent and effortless domination of her mind. Aneisa’s senses had locked onto him. He had been successful in whatever control he was attempting to exert over her. Nothing else existed in this small window of time, only Jayson. Her clit tingled beneath her gray workout stretch pants, and her breasts swelled beneath her white spaghetti strapped cami. Warm brown flesh poked up over the top of her shirt, and the
first hints of perspiration started to bead up at the valley between her breasts. A distinctive sensation of moisture was gathering between her thighs. She tried to hold back the tiny ache that was starting to throb at the center of kitty, but her efforts were minimal as she took in Jayson’s hard-bodied frame. He was, without hesitation, the sexiest man she had ever laid her chocolate brown eyes on…excluding her own boyfriend, Shane, of course. Shane. She had to remember that this was her man’s best friend. Her physical reaction to him was completely inappropriate but she helpless to turn her gaze away. It wasn’t until the first telltale dab of drool edged its way toward the corner of her lips that Aneisa realized she had been standing there with her mouth agape, completed fixated on the man standing brazenly before her. She snapped her lips shut, dropped her eyes away toward the top step, and hurriedly tried to refocus her vision on her friend Jay and not the hot ass body that had her nether regions starting to juice up. One flash recall of how stimulating his blue gaze was and her eyes lifted up to him once more, hoping to catch another glimpse at the fire dancing
behind his irises. A fire that she was daring herself to reach out and touch, wanting desperately to feel the burn. One look and she was caught. He recognized her stunned, damn near lusty, reaction…and it pleased him. The smirk dangling over his delicious mouth and the mischief in the blue icicles of his eyes was more than enough confirmation of this fact. He was pleased with her, and the thrill that she felt at submitting to his silent seduction had her wanting so much more of his approval. She wanted more of his attention, more of his eyes on her, more of his power looming over her. Her slippery insides were on the verge of forcing her unsteady hands to reach out and run loose fingers over the place where his abs were hidden behind his shirt. “Are you gonna’ invite me in or not?” A rough bass cut into her secret thoughts. His voice had changed too. It was richer, deeper, less timid and more menacing, stirring up a creamy craving between her pussylips. Jayson stepped forward and Aneisa immediately knew that she had guessed correctly when she saw that his body crowded the height of the doorway. He leaned forward and a smell of fresh cut
wood made her nostrils flare in reaction to the manly scent. He bent his body enough so that his face was only a fraction of an inch away from hers. She had never once been this close to Jayson in the past but now pondered why she had never sought out the opportunity before today. His magnetism, his raw energy, was causing her nipples to tingle and pebble-up hard. She was intoxicated by his nearness, loving his invasive authority over her personal space. All she had to do was tip her chin slightly upward and their lips would cascade into one another. She shivered and then wondered if he had seen her movement. The impulse to feel his warmth, to give in to the snare of uncontrollable lust that he was placing before her, was escalating uncontrollably. Not able to control the hunger raging inside of her any longer, Aneisa angled her chin upward slowly, lifting her body up onto the toes of her white socks. She was determined to pull him forward into a deep kiss and, at the very last second, he pulled back just enough to avoid her touch. He must have sensed her movement. She shook her head, trying to shake his invisible and solid
hold on her away. Her head was awash with random and chaotic thoughts, confusion as to why she was behaving so erratically. Jayson was well within his rights to refuse her affection. After all, he had come to visit with her boyfriend not become entangled in some terrible betrayal toward his friend and her live-in lover. While Aneisa struggled with her own guilt and embarrassment, the inviting scent of Jayson’s cologne drifted around her again. He had dipped his head once more, lower and closer to her trembling lips this time. It was like a game. It was as though her hesitation was bringing him back for more, upping the temptation one notch. She moved one foot back into the safety of her home, and he stepped one long leg across the nonexistence barrier she was hoping would hold him at bay. Aneisa moved her hands up to resist him, and Jayson easily closed both of her tiny wrists within one large palm. She was his captive and Aneisa’s excitement was mounting at the thought of being taken by him; a man who, before today, she would have never once considered as a possible sexual mate. The old Jayson that she once knew was polite and
considerate, kind and timid, this new Jayson was none of those things. Not even so much as a hello and he was already forcing his massive and powerful body through her doorway and stomping his way into her life, unexpected but insanely desired. She was weak before him, and he was undeniably in control. Strangely enough, she was enjoying every second of the game. A new thrill, a new path that she was sure could possibly be her undoing. Aneisa willingly allowed Jayson’s strength and smooth movements to draw her back to him until she was positioned right beneath his chin, her brow brushing against a small goatee of blonde hair there. Her heart thudded away while he pinned her small hands between their two bodies. With his free hand, he cupped her heart shaped face in his palm and raised her chin up. The feel of Jayson swiping his warm lips ever so lightly over her mouth sent Aneisa’s mind spiraling. Her lips tried frantically to clasp themselves to his, wanting to feast on the taste of him, but he managed to evade her desperate attempts once again and moved his mouth to the tender part of her earlobe. Jayson held his position there, breathing in calm and even breaths, then releasing
long and heavy exhalations, driving Aneisa wild with reckless desire. The heat from the air escaping his lungs wrapped her up into a warm cocoon of trembling need and desperation. Why was he doing this to her? “Aneisa,” he whispered, low and seductive, “let…me…in.” In where? Her mind? Her body? Her sanity? In one heart-pounding moment, he had already seized all of them at once. Hot lips stroked the top of her cheek. She dropped her eyes, afraid to meet his icy and irresistible stare. The intensity of his blue irises was sliding down her face, enticing her into wanting to feel small and helpless to pull away, daring her to say no to his next move. He released his lock on her wrists, setting her free, but that wasn’t what she wanted. Though she could have easily slid away, walked away, ran away, she didn’t. Aneisa’s slim frame was fixed to Jayson, afraid to separate from him. She heard his small laugh, she knew that he had her in the exact position he had intended, needing him, craving him, wanting him to make her do anything he demanded. If he had decided
to move away, she might have begged him to come closer again. Instead, she was relieved to feel a long, welltoned arm slide forward and encircle her tiny waist, drawing her into the intoxicating heat that Jayson’s body was giving off. Closer and closer, until her full breasts and hardened nipples were poking through her thin cami shirt and grazing over the tight muscle of his abs. Jayson’s mouth pressed against the mocha color of her neck and wet lips placed sizzling kisses along its length. Her midsection shuddered and the sensual tissue of her breasts turned razor sharp. The ringing of the telephone cut her erotic thoughts and dragged Aneisa back to reality. Embarrassment flooded over her. What was she doing? Why couldn’t she stop this chain of events from happening? Did she even want to? While she pondered she thoughts, the phone continued to ring out in the background. The sound bouncing off of the walls was familiar yet foreign. Her mind was still clinging to every breath that she felt pouring from between Jayson’s wet lips and over her tingling skin. The feel of Jayson holding her tight was
so much more appealing, more familiar. The jingling of the cordless phone was calling her away from a waking fantasy, and Aneisa was hesitant to pull away from the fiery embrace she was locked in. This was she wanted, to be hostage in his arms. Shane. It could be Shane on the phone. The name was enough to snap her attentions back to the here and now and Aneisa yanked her body free from Jayson’s firm and alluring grasp. She was aware of no resistance on his part. He allowed her to move away and she hurried over to the stand near the love seat in the sitting room. Had she wanted him to keep her held up against his body, unable to escape his strength? A quick glance backward revealed the indifference on his face, there was no love lost at her pulling away from him. A thin smile spread across his handsome tan face as he moved himself a little further into the entrance of the split level home. He knew something that she didn’t. She could tell by the way he stood leaning inside the doorframe, his burly arms folded, his stance cocky and confident. His expression was steady, his eyes still watching her, not at all apologetic about what
had conspired between them. This couldn’t be the same man whom she had labeled as being a big sweetheart, almost a living teddy bear, the last time they had crossed paths only a year ago. What a difference such an abbreviated amount of time can make in a person’s life. Had Jayson’s sudden and dramatic shift in personality been the cause of his split from Summer last year? Aidan had never seemed like her type so Aneisa was clueless as to how those two had ended up together. Could this new Jayson have scared Summer away? Aneisa had only known this seemingly new person for less than five minutes and she was already terrified of his surreal effect on her. He was exotic… enticing…dangerous, and very appealing to her more indulgent side, a part of herself she rarely liked to show to anyone, even Shane. In that moment, after that quick survey, she decided that he was too appealing and Aneisa made a mental note to make sure she kept herself in check from this point onward. She loved Shane and their relationship was too important for her to toss it all away for one hasty moment of passion. On the last ring, she snatched up the phone and clicked it on.
“Hello,” her voice was shaky. “Hey, sweetheart.” Shane’s tone was bright and welcoming and Aneisa immediately felt a twinge of guilt. Here was her man calling her a beloved pet name and, not more than a minute ago, she was willingly pulled into an erotic embrace and nearly over come by forbidden lust for one his friends. “Hey, baby,” she tried to steady her voice and calm her breathing. “What’s wrong, you okay?” His tone was more concerned this time. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied and her eyes immediately shifted over to where Jayson still waited. Did he even realize what the two of them had almost done? He and Shane were college buddies for four years, even roomed together for their freshman terms. They were like brothers and now Jayson had shown up at his friend’s door, after a year away, and had almost succeeded in entangling another man’s woman in a dangerous web of lies and lust. What happened to the sweet guy that she use to know? Didn’t he even care about the consequences of what
had almost gone down in the front door, in full daylight, for all of the neighbors to see? From the smug unconcern that had settled over his face, he obviously didn’t, not one bit. “Did he get there yet?” Shane questioned. “Who?” Her sight was still fixed on that lazy blue gaze and Aneisa’s thoughts were starting to slip away again. “Jayson. Remember I told you that he was back in town and stopping by today. You sure you’re all right?” There was a pause and, in the midst of that awkward silence, Aneisa realized that she had shamefully allowed her mind to become captivated by Jayson’s towering physique again. A slight tremble passed over her lips, and she pulled them in until the movement steadied. “Of course I do. He’s here now,” was all she could manage to say after taking in a slow breath to calm her nerves. “Okay, great,” Shane spoke. Not really, Aneisa responded silently. If only Shane knew what havoc his best friend’s
presence was causing to his girl’s mental stability and sexual appetite, great would have been the very last expression he would have been mouthing right now. “Let me talk to him, please.” “Okay, hold on a sec.” Happy for the chance to escape the room but nervous that Jayson would let something slip out about their dangerous encounter by the door, Aneisa was a mix of flurried emotions. She turned her head away and held out the phone toward the last direction she had seen Jayson standing in. After a few seconds, the weight of the cordless machine was lifted from her hands and she turned to walk toward the stairs leading up to the second level. Pressure caught her by the wrist and Aneisa froze in place. Her breath caught in her throat. This cannot be happening to me. The touch was electric, stimulating every hedonistic urge in her body, and lulling her rationality into a quiet and subdued sleep. One turn of the head, and piercing eyes held Aneisa captive once more. Without missing one cue or stumbling over one syllable, Aneisa witnessed Jayson play both roles flawlessly,
friend to her boyfriend over the phone, potential lust partner to her in person. “Hey, bro, what’s up?” he spoke into the phone. With the phone pressed to his ear, she watched as Jayson’s mouth formed a sultry kiss that pinned her in place without every actually touching her lips. He angled his face slightly and nodded his blonde head back, casually motioning for her to come back to him; and she obeyed, hesitantly the first two steps, then eagerly the last few until she was standing directly in front of his tall body. “Me? Nothin’ much, mostly trying to get use to my first year of medical school at Twin Rivers University Hospital,” Jayson continued, probably answering Shane’s question about how he was and what he had been up to. He paused, and Aneisa guessed that Shane had started to speak again. While she stood by watching him pretend to listen to her man’s return comments, Aneisa closed her eyes and panted softly as Jayson moved his hand from her wrist and slowly slid his rough fingers up her arms, now covered in gooseflesh. When
he had reached her shoulder, the heavy palms glided down over her collar and then onto the perspiring skin of her chest and finally came to rest at the deep valley between her breasts, still hidden beneath her top. His hand was splayed out so that his thumb was able to flick hard at her erect right nipple and the pinky was able to do the same to her left nipple that was puckering up through the cami top. Aneisa pulled her knees together and pushed down as her panties started to flood with a fresh coating of sticky fluids. “Yeah, thanks, man. It’s great to be back home.” He paused again. She sucked in a lungful of air when Jayson gripped the front of her shirt and pulled her up against him. While he held the top hem of her spandex shirt in his fist, Jayson moved the phone away from his ear to press his mouth to hers. The forceful entry of his tongue into her waiting mouth made her whimper. He kissed her deep and hard, probing every inch of her mouth with his thick tongue, making her accept his rugged affection, swallowing her lips between his. Aneisa opened up wide to him, allowing his fever to consume her, then he pulled away and she was left
empty and anxious for more. He put the phone back to his ear. “Aneisa?” She heard him speak her name and her heart stammered. Did Shane hear them kissing? Was he angry? “Yeah, she’s being a complete sweetheart,” Jayson winked and Aneisa shivered at the iciness of his eyes. Cold blue irises stared her down while Jayson’s hot hand moved over the front of her shirt, surveying the warm flesh of her tits, slowly and meticulously massaging each one in turn, from left to right and then back again before sliding down over her flat belly. Her skin screamed to feel his bare hands covering her. Her fingers flinched, she was one second away from tossing the cami over her head and standing before him, revealing her naked and luscious 34C brown breasts. Jayson’s hand dipped down further, diving beneath her stretch pants and panties, and nestled between her thighs. His rough and strangely erotic touch made Aneisa instinctively grabbed two hands full of his black T-shirt. Her legs wobbled, and her grasp
on the cotton material was all that was keeping her from buckling to the floor. Flashes of heat were radiating from her stomach and down to her heated pussy. “No, actually I just got here not too long ago.” He used his long middle finger to press on her swollen clit and Aneisa’s body heaved up. He repeated the action again and again until her stomach knotted, the threat of a spine tingling orgasm dangling just out of reach. The pad of Jayson’s finger stirred her slick button and then he pressed against the delicate tissue again, stroking the little nub into a pulsing frenzy. She clenched her cinnamon thighs around his huge hand and rode the waves of pleasure that the teasing was causing. She pumped hard against his hand, gyrating her hips to make the most of his stimulating act. Over and over again, she rode the delightful upsurge, only mere seconds away from reaching the perfect heights of bliss. Her lower lips flooded, her belly fluttered, release was just over the next peak. Then he stopped. “That’s not a bad idea, we should definitely do that. I am kinda’ hungry.” While Aneisa clung to him desperately, knees bent, practically on the verge of pleading with him to
continue, her soft brown eyes watching him like a kept pet, Jayson pulled his hand away. Up to his lips and over his tongue, he ran his finger, slick and covered in her cunt juices, and then wrapped his mouth over the digit and sucked hard. She nearly fainted as the upwelling of the need for release kept her hanging onto Jayson, wanting him to make her cum again and again. “Did you want to talk to her again?” Oh, no, please, no. What would she say? How would she be able to utter one word to the man whom she supposedly loved while bent on her knees before another man? “Okay, don’t worry, I’ll make sure she and I get along until you get here. Later.” He clicked the phone off and tossed it onto the couch. Jayson used the same finger he had just screwed her with and tilted Aneisa’s chin up. Reluctantly, shamefully, she looked up at him. No words could ever excuse the torture of guilt and passion that were running through her like a wildfire. “Where were you going?” When she couldn’t think of one word to utter,
he stooped down so that they were nearly eye level. His finger remained anchored under her chin. “Aneisa…answer me.” “Away from you.” He laughed and she hated herself all the more. Shameful. Horny. Both, neither. These were the only clear thoughts, the only feelings that she could filter through the torrent of emotions in her mind. “Why is that? You looked like you were enjoying my company a lot a minute ago. Don’t you want to stay and play a little longer?” His voice was a rhythm bass, soothing her into submission. She dropped her chin and he raised it again to kiss her again, sucking lightly on her bottom lip. When he was finished, she wanted another round of his passionate treatment. “Tell me that you didn’t like it, and I’ll stop right now.” The answer was there, hanging at the tip of her tongue, but she was afraid to voice the words. “Tell me the truth, Aneisa. Did you like? Do you want more?” His questions sounded matter-of-fact, distant,
and cold. She could tell that he had been on the hunt for a new one-night lover long before he approached that door. She could have been anyone, any woman, it just so happened that she was the one who crossed his path this time. He was playing her at every turn. Playing her with his gothic good looks, his bad ass, don’t-give-a-shit attitude, playing on her internal conflict regarding her explosive attraction to him, and she was folding at every hand he laid out on the table. “What happened to you?” Where had her sweet old friend gone? Why was he mercilessly trying to seduce her into a horrible betrayal of the love of her life? Confusion crossed his face. His confident half smile dropped away and then picked up within a heartbeat. “But you didn’t even answer my question. You first, sweetheart.” He said the word but the way Jayson called her sweetheart was nothing like how Shane used it when he spoke to her. Where Shane spoke to her in loving and adoring tones, Jayson’s domineering stance and spellbinding timbre appealed only the raw sexual energy
that she was frantically trying to pull away from. Still, the answer refused to leave her lips. Aneisa did her best to hold on to whatever small piece of dignity and self-control she had left for as long as could. She could tell Jayson to leave, explain to Shane that she didn’t feel comfortable around him, but that wouldn’t be true. She loved being in Jayson’s presence, he was drawing that long forgotten fetish out of her once more. Not since the experimental years of her late teens, had she ever dared to play these games. She was twenty-three now and had hoped that all of her cravings for domination had been put away in her past. Surprisingly enough, a man whom she would have never likened to be an aggressive lover, was the first man in many years to successfully rekindle that extinguished flame. “You do want more…don’t you? I can see it in your pretty brown eyes.” She blushed. Could he really see her secret creeping below the surface? Jayson leaned forward and stroked his nose over hers. The roman shaped nose teased her playfully
and her eyes slipped closed while she enjoyed the sensation. She had always had a fondness, an eager attraction toward Caucasian men, and the sharp angles of their face was one the physical features that appealed to her most. “Pretty Aneisa,” he kissed her cheek when he spoke, “you want me to make you speak, don’t you?” He knew. And now she would be helpless to resist his urges for her to step into the dark with him. Never once had she ever considered sleeping with another man since she and Shane had decided on living together in an exclusive relationship. He was the man she wanted to marry, to be a faithful wife to, and – up until this chaotic encounter – had been successful in starting to ease her mind into that role. Now, she wasn’t sure how much longer before her tiny barrier of resistance would hold up for. His big hand went around the soft tissue of her throat and tipped her head back slightly. The pressure was minimal but the intent was evident. “Speak,” he spoke firmly and then bit her bottom lip lightly, his sparkling blue eyes drawing her deeper into his intense control.
She nodded her head weakly, hesitantly, still trying to hold her resistance in place. He kissed her hard and then pushed her back onto the carpeted floor. With her back against the floor, she dropped her knees to the side and allowed him to settle his muscular waist within her thighs. He pushed his groin up and pressed the massive bulge over her soft, moist kitten. Aneisa moved her arms and tried to twine her fingers in his short and wild blond tresses, but he used his free hand to catch one of hers before she made contact. “Not until you’re a good girl,” he said and gyrated the hard cock confined with the denim material so that she could feel the bulky tip pushing into her slippery pussy hole, also confined beneath restrictive clothing. “Please,” the word crept through her trembling lips. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, pretty Aneisa.” “Let me touch you,” she breathed.
She bucked her hips upward and tried to wrap her legs around him but he pushed back and used his weight to make sure they stayed fixed spread apart. “Tell me…what…you want.” His hand stroked her throat while he grazed his mouth over hers. “I…I…want you.” Gone was her power to stop this ravenous, yet deliciously maddening event from happening. “Say…‘I want you, Jayson.’” “I want you…Jayson.” Thoughts of Shane had all but disappeared from her mind, but a flicker of his memory remained, causing her to hesitate at the last word. “No,” he nipped at her bottom lip again, “not good enough. Say it like you mean it…say it like you love me.” He accentuated the word love like his next breath and the ability for him to continue on depended upon hearing it. Aneisa heard the need there and ached to fill whatever void was hovering in his heart. The feel of his heavy body, the force of his words, the yearning to touch him, to run her fingers
through his hair, over the hills and valleys of his ripped chest and abs were intoxicating and she moaned out her reply. “I want you, Jayson.” “Good girl,” he whispered and released the arm that he had been holding away from their bodies. She immediately buried all of her fingers deep into his silky blonde hair, down to the scalp and raked her digits through over and over again. A current of lust surged through Aneisa and she clamped down on the back of his head, trying desperately to bring him closer into a passionate kiss. “No…I want more,” he pulled his face away slightly, avoiding her intentions by a fraction of an inch. How much more could he want? She was giving away every decent part of herself for just a moment of time in his lusty arms. “Tell me that I’m the only man for you.” He watched her intently, awaiting her response, the sincerity in his face demanding an answer. Aneisa swallowed and sought out a way to maneuver around his request.
As she contemplated her limited options, Jayson’s nose touched her cheek and stroked the brown skin there. Still holding on lightly to her throat, he kissed her chin, down to the soft curve of her shoulder. While his tongue made lazy circles across the top of her breasts, he used his free hand to pull down her white top and then planted his hot mouth over her puckered brown nipple. He licked at the erect skin and lapped her titty until she had no choice but to squirm beneath his bulky body, the need for release gathering inside the walls of her milky channel again. Her back lifted from the floor, her pussylips quivered, and her legs shook feverishly, an orgasm was about to peak. He pulled back and looked down at her, and it would be impossible for her to resist the heartbreak and the urgency in his seductive eyes. “Tell me…tell me that I’m the only man for you.” Only. The need, the want in his voice reared up again, and again Aneisa was madly desperate to satisfy his longing, to please him. Her fingers wrapped themselves around the short corn silk colored spikes and curls covering the
crown of his head. “You’re the only man for me, Jayson. Make me yours,” she whispered. With her burning confession made, he allowed her to encircle him with her smooth brown legs and pull him down into an explosive kiss, then he pulled away again. Not enough, her body demanded more, but Jayson refused to give into her craving. This time he pulled away from her completely, standing to his feet and walking over to sit on the couch. Aneisa lay there with her legs gapped open, abandoned and confused. She watched him walk away but was unsure of what she had done wrong. She had done everything he had asked, even against the nagging of her own good senses. The sudden urge to cover herself or run away and put a stop to this madness flooded in Aneisa’s mind while Jayson’s leering blue gaze studied her from his place on the love seat in the living room that she and Shane had shared for more than two years. His manly frame moved back against the
cushions of the couch. He rested his palms on his knees while he knitted his eyebrows together. He was thinking of something, reminiscing on a recent affair perhaps? From the conflicting mix of happiness and pain splashed across his face, it was hard to tell if he were reliving a good memory or one that he would rather forget. “Take off your clothes,” he spoke evenly, only a tiny hint of masked emotion was present in his voice. She closed her legs and moved her body into a sitting position, a spark of sanity trying to peer through the fog in her brain. “Jayson…I–,” she spoke low, intending to tell him that none of this should be happening and that neither of them would benefit from carrying this fantasy to its adulterous, yet stimulating, finale. “Aneisa…come over to me,” he kept his bass low and held out his hand. Though her mind wanted to refuse, her body was already his and she quickly conceded. Standing to her feet, she walked the brief distance and stood before him, placing her much smaller hand into his
open palm. He looked at her creamy cinnamon hand and then back up at her. His blonde strands were ruffled from her teasing and his eyes pleaded for something…comfort? Affection? Love? A true connection to someone? She watched as Jayson stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, carefully stimulating the erogenous zone there, but also noted that he never once closed his palm, a sure sign that he wanted to maintain a certain distance or separation from her. But why? They had already come this far and he had already demanded and received so much genuine affection from her, why wouldn’t he do the same? “Aneisa…take off your clothes for me… slowly.” How could she say no? This is what she really wanted, wasn’t it? To be controlled, made to do what she was told…maybe even manipulated, just a little? Shane was a wonderful lover, but when she wanted force and passion, he could only be sweet and gentle when they made love; and she was terrified to tell him how she liked to receive bold instructions while
fucking. She dropped her hand from his and stepped back. She arched one knee up so that one foot was flat on the floor while the other was lifted up on her tiny toes and stood in her most alluring posture. Her hands dragged down the front of her shirt, over her ample and soft bosom, over the plane of her stomach, gliding down her generously curved hips and cascading toward her plump ass. The heat of the moment was taking over. “No,” she lowered her dark eyelashes, “not until you make me do it. If you can.” She was baiting him. Was he man enough to take charge and be the strong lover that she had been missing for so long? Jayson sat up and leaned forward. He clasped his hands together with his elbows resting on his knees. His eyes were fierce, controlling, forceful and so was his voice, husky and raw all at the same time. “Take your clothes off…now…every piece… slowly.” He was starting to live up to his potential. She
moved her slim arms to the hem of her spandex cami and tugged the tight material upward and over her head. She wore no bra beneath, because her workout shirt already had a sewn in sports bra. Once the garment was tossed aside, her full, round and brown titties, with fat chocolate nipples, stood out prominently. She watched Jayson rake his eyes over her curvy torso and saw his bottom lip tremble slightly. “Turn around,” he said. Aneisa turned and waited for his directions. “Spread your legs and pull off your pants, bend over when you do it. I want to see that ass in the air.” She promptly obeyed, allowing her legs to slide apart over the carpet while she bent her tiny torso forward, the weight of her heavy breasts pulling her down a little further. Her thumbs hooked into either side of the gray stretch pants and pulled at the stretchy material, slowly…ever so slowly and carefully…easing them over the span of her hips and across the large hump of her big brown ass until she had reached the top of her thighs and exposed her white lace thong beneath. As she urged the workout pants further down her legs,
Aneisa chanced a peak through her thick thighs and back toward Jayson, who sat enthralled, sitting at the very edge of the couch. “Stop,” he called out to her once her pants had reached mid-thigh. From her folded position, she saw him move and made broad strides toward her. He stopped at the back of her ass and placed two heavy palms on each round mound of flesh there and squeezed, lightly at first then harder with each passing second. After he had his feel of her fat ass, Jayson unzipped his dark denim jeans and pulled out his hardened cock. His size was bigger than she had imagined, more than she would have expected and absolutely pleasing to the eye. Thick hard veins throbbed along the wide length of his eight plus inches of manhood. He slapped his rigid cock on each cheek and Aneisa felt her plump flesh jiggle under the weight of his heavy dick. “Tell me to eat your pussy,” he breathed out low while stroking his own cock and rubbing it along the thin strip of white material that clung to the split between her ass cheeks. Aneisa’s legs trembled and her cunt hole
juiced. Her mouth stroked the warm skin on the inside of her own thigh at the thought of having Jayson’s face buried in her pussy. He pulled his dick back and placed the head at the tiny entrance of her anus, still covered by a thin barrier of lace material. “Tell me to eat your pussy or I won’t fuck you at all.” “Eat it…please…eat it now…mmm,” she moaned, practically on the verge of cumming from his the harsh and demanding voice. Jayson dropped to his knees, his cock so long that it nearly touched the floor. One thick finger tugged at the strip of her panties and moved it to the side. The tip of his nose touched her hot center and Aneisa’s ass jumped from the enticing sensation. Wide thumbs spread her dripping pink pussy lips far apart as warm lips dragged over them. The fat tip of his tongue dug deep into her flooded hole, and she shivered. “Ooo…mmm…please…don’t stop,” she panted out but he halted his sensual caresses anyway, as he always did just when she was at her highest peak
of arousal. “Bend over all the way and spread your legs wider.” She moved her body forward until her palms were flat against the carpet and her legs were spread wide to the very limits of her flexibility. “Better,” his sizzling breath touched her open pussy, causing Aneisa’s channel to drip once more. His lips covered the entire width of her cunt and sucked hard as his long tongue thrust deeply in and out of her pink hole, stretching it slightly with each new flick of the tongue that he added. The noises of his beastly lust filled her living room while her ass bobbed up and down from the force of his movements. Aneisa heard him slurping away at her pink center and nearly lost her mind from the frenzy of ecstasy that was building up within her core. Jayson’s tongue wiggled inside her wet cunt once more and then he stood again. “Now tell me to fuck your ass,” he spoke calmly while he placed a broad finger at her the entrance to her tightest hole. Could she do that? It had been so long since
she had anal sex. It had never been one of Shane’s favorite positions so she had simply settled for never having to experience that tantalizing intrusion again. He replaced his finger with the bulbous head of his cock and pushed at the tiny hole. Aneisa winced but the lusty thought of being taken there made her push back against his wide head. “Do it, Aneisa…now.” “Fuck me, Jayson…fuck me in my ass.” His control was absolute and she absolutely loved his control. “Give me more,” he poked his cockhead further into her ass hole, “tell me what you want. Tell me that you need me to do this to you.” “Pleasseee, Jayson…I need you to do this… fuck me in my ass…hard and fast.” She jiggled her ass at him to accent her pleading tones. “Get on your knees,” he commanded and she willingly did so. Aneisa heard the packet tearing open and felt a frigid cold dab of lube placed on her back entrance. Down on all fours, pussy spread wide, ass up in the air,
she held her breath and waited for the ultimate domination to take place. Jayson laid his rough palms flat against her round ass, moist with perspirations, and spread her cheeks apart. The fat mushroom head of his cock touched the opening of her ass. He teased her at first, pushing at the tight hole and then backing out, causing a burning sensation each time he pushed in a little further. She wasn’t sure whether he was getting her stretched enough so he could fit the full length of his stiff shaft in or trying to get her to drop her guard so that he could insert every inch inside with one long stroke. It wasn’t long before Aneisa found out that it was latter. The very instant that she dared to unclench her round cheek, the full weight of Jayson’s giant cock filled her tight ass. Aneisa’s head spun as her opening stretched to accommodate his massive length and girth. She placed her sweaty brow to the floor and grabbed at her own ass, placing her hands over his and pulling her cheeks open even wider, wanting to speed up her intense initiation into the bad, bad girl’s club. One stroke…two long strokes…three, four heavy strokes and by the fifth the dizzying yet highly
erotic sensation turned completely lecherous. She started to push her ass further and further back against his throbbing cock, clamping down on the throbbing veins of his rod, and urging him to increase his thrusting speed. Twenty, thirty, forty deep and sweaty pumps into their wicked coupling, with Jayson’s pace doubling and then tripling, and Aneisa’s stomach started to spasm. This time, he didn’t stop or make any attempt to pull out. Fifty, sixty hard strokes and she pulled her pussy lips apart and released the silkiest and thickest juices she had ever produced for any man. The splatter covered the bottom of his sack and then rolled down her wet legs. “Fuck yeah…that’s how you cum for me… thick and hard,” he growled. Four more long thrusts and Jayson’s own legs locked up. One more and Aneisa felt the hot spurt of his cum shooting up her stretched ass hole. His body jerked forward once more until he had emptied his entire load inside her, then his stance relaxed and he pulled out, leaving her gasping for a breath and still bent over.
She watched breathlessly as he pulled the used latex off and deposited it back into the wrapper. Without waiting for any permission, he walked off and wandered back toward where the kitchen would be and Aneisa was too exhausted to question his moves. When he came back, he was wiping his hands with a paper towel and had readjusted his clothing. Aneisa pulled herself up from the floor and started to do the same. She pulled her shirt back over her head and straightened her panties and pants but was sure a nice soak in a steaming hot bath would be her next goal, right after she figured out what to do about her careless actions. Despite the fact that she and Shane were yet to be married, it was his diamond engagement ring that was cradled on left hand and not Jayson’s. She had still freely chosen to go down the adulterous path. Was there any possible way to remedy this situation? Should she ever tell Shane about today? Never…never could she utter one word about the scandalous acts that had taken place on their shared living room floor. It might be too much…the consequences could be too great. She may lose Shane’s love forever.
Her eyes were still trained on the powerful physique of the new and improved Jayson Ferria. Then again, would she actually want this to be the end of their affair? He had, hands down, given her the most extreme and intense sex and the hottest orgasm that her memory could recall. Would one more time do any more damage than was already done? Before Aneisa’s mouth could even form the question, Jayson was already at the front door and gripping his hand around the knob. “Where are you going?” she called out just before he pulled the door back. “I’ll catch up with you later, I need to go handle a few things,” he answered without turning around. “But I thought you were here to see Shane.” “I was…he wasn’t here,” Jayson said as he turned and greeted her with a wicked grin, “but you were and I’m sooo glad about that.” He was going to tell. She could see the deception in those cold blue eyes. He had purposefully come here while Shane was out so that he could trick her into this sleazy encounter. But why? She had done him no wrong, neither had Shane as far as she was
aware. Neither one of them had spoken to him in nearly a year. Why would he come to their home, his first day back in town, and purposefully ruin their relationship? Not one ounce of regret was peering back at her from him. “Please don’t tell Shane about this,” her voice was low and her throat was begging for a refreshing glass of cleansing water. Jayson closed the door an inch or two and stepped back in her direction. He stopped where she stood, hugging herself close, in the middle of the room. A soft kiss, his first and only act of tenderness toward Aneisa, was placed at the center of her moist brow. He smoothed back her loose strands of hair and then cupped her face in his wide palms. “Trust me, sweetheart, I won’t say a word.” Her dark brown eyes looked up at him, trying to hold back the panic that was swelling up within her. “Don’t you feel anything? Do you know what we just did?” He stepped back and crossed his arms, all sentiment had faded away as quickly as it had blossomed.
“Yes…I do know what we did…it was awesome, by the way,” he smirked, “As to your other question…no…I don’t feel anything, not really. Any feelings that I thought I had went out a hotel door in the middle of the night over a year ago.” Aneisa had no idea what he was referring to with that statement. Whatever had transpired in his life last year must have been traumatic enough to transform a once sweet and kind man into a lecherous tempter. “Aren’t you even partly concerned about what’s going to happen if Shane ever finds out about this?” Aneisa didn’t understand why she was trying to appeal to his rational side, because nothing that either one of them said or did could undo their mutual betrayal. “Listen, sweetheart, if and when he ever finds out, I can guarantee you it won’t be from me. As for consequences,” he shrugged his shoulders and unfolded his arms so that he could run a free hand through his messy hair, “they never hurt anyone if no one knows what happened.” Aneisa dropped her eyes, any effort to rectify
this situation was hopeless. She walked back to the catch and laid down, pulling her legs up under her chin. There was so much to think about now, and there was no good place to start with. Shane was due home at any minute and she needed to prepare herself to deal with him without letting her guilt slip out. Right before the front door clicked closed, she heard Jayson call out to her one last time. “Guess I’ll see you around eight, Shane wanted the three of us to go out to dinner tonight.” With that, she knew that her worries were only at a beginning and the end was nowhere in sight. END ONE
Book Two Truth Be Told
TRUTH & CONSEQUENCES: TRUTH BE TOLD
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He kissed her again, softer this time. Shane knew that he should not be kissing the woman lying beneath him. Kissing was an act of intimacy and he didn’t want to give her any false impressions regarding the strict limits on their discreet affair. His body urged him to move inside her slick walls once again. He thrust his aching cock forward once more and then sucked in a sharp breath. At the first shiver in his upper thighs, he had to stop his lusty movements. It was a telltale sign that he would cum at any second if he didn’t slow down his swirling hip motions. Mmm, he heard himself moan aloud. Damn, her hot and juiced walls felt so tight around his shaft. Mia wiggled her hips and clasped her legs around his trim and toned waist tighter, pulling Shane down closer against her petite shape and forcing him deeper inside of her swollen cunt. Their faces were so close now that he could smell a whiff of her scented lotion dancing around in his nostrils…like wild flowers, stirring up his urge to capture and tame her for himself. While he resumed his fevered pace and pounded inside
of her, the thought of keeping her perfectly designed little body hidden away from all other men flooded his instincts. Shane wanted Mia all to himself, even though she was never his to begin with and he already had a good woman waiting at home. What was she doing to him and how could he be falling for her obvious trap? He plunged inside her dripping hole and snatched another deep kiss while he did so. As they lay sprawled in an exotic embrace on the hard wood floor, Shane took her slim arms and placed them over her head in a tight grip with one of his hands, purposefully restricting her movements. Mia had been playing in his short auburn hair and the tingle from her delicate fingers was driving him mad with urgent desire for her. If she couldn’t move maybe she wouldn’t be able to temp him any further away from his fidelity to his fiancé than she already had. Aneisa. The image of his loving girlfriend filled Shane’s mind and he withdraw slightly from within Mia’s pussy, leaving only the throbbing tip of his cock inside of her. The instant he did, Mia thrust her perfectly
curved hips upward and her warm pussy immediately sucked his full length deep inside again. She knew what she was doing. Had she sensed his thoughts straying away from her and back to his real girlfriend? She was baiting him into a desperate desire to claim more and more of her body, all the while giving up more and more of his ability to hold up his will to keep this encounter as impersonal as possible. Somehow, she had tricked him into pressing his thirsty lips so sweetly against hers. And once Shane had done that, his urge to taste her mouth again and again grew exponentially, forcing him to dig his tongue further and further between her pleasing lips and playfully flicking at her cinnamon flavored tongue. No kissing. That had been the first ground rule that he had laid out to Mia when she first came over, practically crawling on her knees, to where he sat at her dining room table, begging him to lay between her creamy toffee colored thighs. He remembered her nodding her head slowly in agreement. Even then, Shane had seen the clever deceit behind those scorching hazel eyes. Mia James was young and cunning but, more importantly, she was hot and horny
and he wouldn’t have been able to refuse her offer even if she hadn’t agreed to keep that pivotal barrier between them. A simple visit with a potential client had turned into a chaotic freak fest. Less than ten minutes into their meeting and Mia had crawled up on Shane’s lap and commenced with using her nimble little fingers to stroke his thick cock into a rigid pole. While she tugged at his pullover shirt, placing feverishly hot kisses across the top of his chest, Shane did manage to stop her impish movements long enough to warn her not to kiss him on the mouth. Though Mia had pretended to agree, here she was, using every inch of her seductive frame to trick him into breaking his own rule; after all, it was he who had stolen the first tender kiss and not the other way around. Again and again, he captured her mouth with his, frantically lapping up her flavor. She tasted so sugary sweet, he just couldn’t stop himself from enjoying every moment of their forbidden entanglement. The second rule he had laid out between feverish grunts, while she jerked him off, was that this would be the first and last time this would ever happen between them. Now, feeling her silky walls repeatedly
squeezing and desperately trying to milk his dick for every ounce of energy he could give, Shane wasn’t so sure he would be able to keep that abide by that rule either. The more she bucked her hips up, her hot hole sucking his cock in and up to her womb, the more Shane’s back tensed and the threat of a intense and explosive orgasm pushed up to the tip of his penis. In all truth, there was no way a one-time only fuck with Mia would ever be enough. He had to have more of this juicy pussy, whenever and however. All he knew, all he could focus on was that he needed all this dripping sweetness wrapped around him, making his head spin and causing him to lose control of himself. Harder and harder he pushed into her tiny entrance, feeling the soft and delicate opening slowly stretching to fit every inch of his long dick inside his perfect little Mia. She had to be his now. No other man should be allowed to feel this invigorated, this pumped up and eager to unload his screaming seed. She was doing this to him on purpose and Shane was walking blindly, cock in hand, right into her perfect snare. It was Shane’s good fortune that he and Aneisa
still practiced safe sex and he had the protective latex ready and available. He honestly didn’t know if he would have been able to avoid his illicit actions with his sexy neighbor, even in the absence of such an important item. This temptress was nearly impossible to resist. Another forceful thrust up and his pale green eyes saw her bowed lips quiver as a tiny orgasm ran through her delicious cinnamon colored body and her cunt clamped down on him tighter. Her reaction spurred him on, causing him to pound into his soaking channel faster and faster. Another tremor and her hands tried to wiggle free from his grasp. No, not yet. He wouldn’t release her yet. Not until he felt her creamy juice sliding down his shaft. Two more thrusts and her back lifted from the floor, causing her beautiful plump breasts to jiggle as they jumped up from her sudden movement. Shane leaned in and placed his lips on her left raspberry nipple, already so hard and erect from her excitement. While the tender bud was in his heated mouth, he wiggled his wet tongue around the puckered point again and again until Mia shook uncontrollably. Her legs gapped open as she hooked her ankles into his thighs
forcing him to fuck her faster and faster. On his very last thrust upward, she screamed out in delight and Shane’s stomach locked as the smooth and warm sensation of her cum juices coated the length of his shaft. He had never felt a woman cum so thick, not even Aneisa, and it was more than his already overloaded senses could handle all at once. He clamped his heavy palm tighter around Mia’s small wrists and threw his head back. Shane’s wet hair fell forward over his brow and he tightened his eyes, every sculpted muscle in his body tensed. One more deep push and he felt the tip of his dickhead explode with heat as his seed rushed forward and filled Mia’s soaked cunt. His entire body shuddered like a bolt of lightning had touched his center. He gritted his teeth together while he emptied every ounce inside of her. When the moment was all done, he released Mia’s arms and laid his exhausted and sweaty body down on top of his new lover. Shane settled his heavy weight between her creamy and moist thighs and rested his forehead against the cold wood below. The sharp sensation from the chill hovering over the floor stinging his brow was just enough to help his body to start a
much-needed cool down. Then, like a hammer to his temples, the sudden realization of his actions caught up with him. His eyes snapped open wide and his breath caught in his chest. His lungs were closing up and he felt as if at any moment they would implode within the cavity hidden beneath his muscled pecs. What the fuck had he just done? If Aneisa found out about this, she would never forgive. There was no amount of begging and pleading on his part that would restore whatever love that would inevitably be lost between them. How could he allow this to happen? He loved Aneisa, she was the woman he wanted to someday call his wife…wasn’t she? Shane used his forearms to lift himself up off of Mia and shook his head. He pushed that stupid question far from the front of his mind. Of course he wanted to marry Aneisa. No man spends a whole paycheck and a half on a diamond ring simply for the fun of it. A gesture like that means he’s willing to give his all to make his woman happy and to keep her with him always. So why was he suddenly missing the soothing warmth of Mia’s body now that he had pulled
out of her completely? The head of his semi-flaccid cock seemed cold without the heat from her slick walls to stroke his veins tenderly. Stop it, asshole, he warned himself. Menacing thoughts like that were what had started this whole mess in the first place. Allowing them to continue unchecked would only dig a deeper hole for him to sink in. Deeper hole. Mmm, he moaned internally again as a flashback of Mia’s flowing insides gently pulling him up to the tip of her womb ran through his mind like a maddening torrent of lust. Shit. I gotta’ get out of here…fast. The longer he sat reminiscing about how truly yummy it was to be joined with pretty little Mia, the more trouble he would be piling on for himself to have to deal with later…as if this wasn’t the absolute pinnacle of truly being caught in a no-win situation. Mia lived three doors away from where he and Aneisa shared a couple’s rancher home. He was only coming here to follow-up on her parents’ request for him to provide tutoring for her BioChem 101 course at the local university. All of this…pulling restrictive shirts
over shoulders, snapping bra clasps, yanking tight mini skirts down to the floor, waiting for puckered lips to suck him into a hard rod…none of that was ever supposed to have happened. Nevertheless, it did and now Shane was going to have to use his above average IQ to figure out a way so that Aneisa never knew the truth about how he and Mia had hot sweaty sex on her living room floor, not more than hundred or so feet away from his own front door. Shane ran a quick hand through his damp copper hair and combed it back from his face. He blinked his eyes a few times and tried to pull his mind back to reality. And the reality of the situation was that he and Mia both knew how this set-up was going to end before they had started pounded away in this sticky scene. He just had to convince himself to keep to his first intentions…no strings attached. Even now, he was trying to figure out a way to fix Mia to absolute silence before he made up an excuse to make a fast exit. “Say something,” her deceptively innocent voice caught his ears. He had moved back over to the plush couch and had to lift his head to look in her direction.
Mia was sitting up on her knees. They were curled beneath her perfectly petite and curvy frame. Her long thick curls were hanging around her slim shoulders; some of the strands had fallen over her perky and round breasts. Seeing her sitting there, like a she was patiently awaiting him to crawl back into her arms almost had Shane doing just that. He caught the first twitch of his leg and anchored his ass to that couch cushion faster than his body could follow through on the urge. “Huh?” He was trying to keep his voice calm and even. He didn’t need her deciphering the crazed effect she was already having on his mind. The cunning look in those bright and slanted hazel eyes already told him that she was well aware of her powers to attract and manipulate the opposite sex. Shane could have kicked himself for not seeing her for the temptress she turned out to be way before he walked through that door an hour ago. Perhaps, if he had, this story would not have turned out so wickedly enjoyable as it had. Perhaps, if he had foreseen the seductive play she was planning, he would have had the strength to resist her sultry advances…for Aneisa’s sake. He never wanted to see
her hurt this way. If he could, Shane was sure that he would erase every delicious moment of this fateful afternoon and beg for a re-do. Then again, as he watched Mia’s moist lips and dark puckered nipples waiting for him to come back to reclaim them all in his open and hungry mouth, the idea that maybe one more quick fuck wouldn’t do any more damage than had already been done crossed his mind. After all, they had already done the bad deed, what more harm could come from another playful round and another powerful orgasm? “I said…say something,” Mia spoke again, her shifting greenish brown eyes studying him intensely. Shane cleared his throat and looked away. Something about the way she watched him, so knowing and certain of every thought in his head before he even had a chance to gather them together himself, all of that intimidated him slightly. His palms were starting to itch; he wanted to touch her soft skin again. The need was building fast and the urgency was getting worse with each passing second. “There’s not much to say, Mia. We had some fun and that’s the end of it.”
He raked his hand through his silky hair once more and then stood up. Without looking over at Mia’s face…purposefully avoiding her intense and magnetic glare…Shane grabbed his shirt from the spot where he had pulled it off and flung it to the floor during a fit of rushed passion. He pulled the garment back over his head and down over his long and lean torso; afterwards, re-zipped himself and stuck his feet back into his walking shoes. “Are you sure you want this to be the end?” Her voice was a sizzling low alto that purred at him from where she stood behind him. Mia’s presence wrapped itself around his mind and her powers were trying to dig into him again. He hadn’t even noticed when she had risen from the floor and walked over, still completely naked. Shane felt her slip her small brown hands through his arms and slide them slowly up the front of his shirt. Mia’s fingers walked up each line of muscle on his abs and then spread out over his wide chest while she rested her head against his hard right shoulder blade. Some remote corner of his mind…the part that was still holding on to a shred of common sense…
wanted to pull her arms from around him and push her away. His mind was feeling compelled to confess his love for Aneisa to Mia. Maybe, somehow, the guilt would force her into withdrawing this insanely intoxicating and arousing enchantment she was purposefully weaving around his flesh and his mind. That’s what Shane had intended to do the instant he sensed her so close once again; instead, he closed his eyes and shifted his weight back into her embrace, indulging in Mia’s lingering scent of creamy lust and milky sex. “I…love…Aneisa,” his hoarse bass spoke weakly. His mind was so twisted in two completely opposite and conflicting directions. Once he had said them, his words seemed weak and hollow when compared to the dominance of the raging hormones flooding through his veins. “Of course you do,” Mia purred back, her hands still playing across his chest and her plump breasts pushing into back, the nipples so erect that he could feel them through the heavy cotton of his shirt. He placed his large hands over hers and
stopped her seductive movements. Her hands were so tiny in his palms. He loved how she played at being so weak and helpless whenever he touched her, even when he already knew that cunning little Mia was anything but vulnerable. Shane squeezed her fingers in his grasp as the animal within him tried to rush forward again. He wanted to claim her for himself once more before they parted. His cock was hard again and he was starting to throb for the warm and inviting comfort of her wet pussy again. Mia’s clit had been so swollen, he had no idea how he had managed to keep his lips from diving between her thighs and sucking that tender spot until she burst with delight. Right now, that’s all he could think of doing…making her cum in his mouth and on his lips. Shane turned suddenly and pulled Mia close to his hard body. He leaned down and dug his fingers into her long dark curly hair and kissed her deeply… passionately, like she was his woman. For the time being, he supposed that she was his, and he liked how it felt to have her sweetness all to himself. The grandfather clock in the next room chimed
loud and shook Shane out of his enchantment. Four more heavy rings from the timepiece and he realized that he was running late for another appointment. An old friend that he hadn’t heard from in over a year had suddenly reached out to him via text last week and said that he would be coming for a visit at the end of this week, which was today. Jayson Ferria, a former college roommate and a guy whom Shane considered to be like a blood brother, was due to be stopping at his house at any minute. Shane immediately dropped the kiss and moved away from Mia. He turned his back to her hourglass shape while he dug his hand in his left pocket to retrieve his mobile phone. He didn’t want or need her pretty eyes and sultry voice distracting him when he made this call. A quick glance at the time displayed in the upper right hand corner of the device confirmed his lateness in returning home. He wondered if Aneisa was trying to figure out what taking him so long. Before he left the house and headed down this way, Shane had told Aneisa that his initial meeting with Mia shouldn’t take more than thirty to forty minutes, at most, to figure
out a study schedule and decide on some books and other supplies for her to invest in for the class. As of right now, it was almost ten after five and he had been gone for nearly an hour and a half. Would his fiancé figure out the naughty acts he had been up to only a few doors down with the neighbors’ twenty-year-old daughter? True, Mia was only a handful of years younger than him but Shane’s guilt about cheating on his live-in girlfriend was only compounded by the age gap that existed between himself and his mistress. He punched the speed dial number for his home phone and listened as the ringer sounded in his ear. One ring. Two more rings. By the fifth ring, Shane was worried. His mind started to run frantic with thoughts of Aneisa banging on Mia’s front door at any moment. How could she have known? Maybe that women’s intuition actually existed and Aneisa had sensed that Shane had been up to absolutely no good for the last sixty plus minutes of his life. He moved from foot to foot, any thoughts of Mia slipping rapidly away to the rear of his attention. On the last ring, just as he was about to end the call, the line clicked on.
“Hello,” Aneisa answered, but her voice was seemed distant. “Hey, sweetheart,” Shane tried to relax his breathing. His best bet was to sound as normal as possible. He had to play it cool and push off any suspicions Aneisa may have about his whereabouts for the afternoon. If he sounded guilty then he might as well as confess the truth of everything right now, and there was little to no chance of that happening…ever. No matter what, he would deny that anything had happened with Mia. Aneisa was in love with him, so there was no way she would ever believe a silly and infatuated girl over her honest and true future husband, right? He stuck to his mental script and tried to carry on the conversation as if there were not a naked and sweaty woman standing less than five feet behind him. “Let me talk to him, please.” She definitely sounded odd, whatever was going on had Aneisa’s voice bordering on shaky. Shane knew that she usually did her home workout around this time and wanted to assume that was the reason for her apparent distraction and frenzied
breathing. Yet, she hadn’t even made any mention of his supposed academic meeting with Mia or even asked when he would be coming home. That seemed completely out of character, since she was always interested in how is day was going. If Aneisa wasn’t concerned about him and her distant thoughts seemed to be focused elsewhere, what else could be holding her attention right now? There could only be one obvious answer… Jayson. Neither Shane nor Aneisa had heard a word from him since his sudden breakup with Mia’s older sister, Summer, last year. His unexpected return must have been more stunning than she had originally imagined it would be. Shane was sure that seeing an old friend show up at her door had probably caused a sentimental stirring of memories and the need to catch up for lost time. This had to be the logical reason why Aneisa didn’t seem interested in speaking with him on the phone, she was too excited about Jayson returning home after being gone for so long. The instant Aneisa passed the phone to the visitor, Shane noticed another interesting detail. Jayson’s voice sounded different too. So much so that
Shane almost didn’t recognize the deep tenor on the other side of the line. “Hey, man, I’m hangin’ in there. Where you been? What have you been up to?” Shane asked the questions with as much enthusiasm as he could muster while he tried to decipher who the person behind the vocals on the other end truly was. Jayson’s responses were casual enough but there was another layer behind his seemingly friendly responses…almost sinister…deceptive, maybe. There seemed to be an entirely new person speaking to Shane. The friendly and easygoing Jayson that he once knew wasn’t the man trying to chat it up with him on the line. Could this be the real reason why Aneisa seemed so startled a moment ago? Who was that person sitting in the living room with his girlfriend and why did Shane suddenly feel like Jayson, once a true friend…one of his closest in life…could no longer be trusted? Shane’s intent was to end the call and make his way home right away. He needed to see the owner of this overly confident bass in person and with his own eyes before he could really believe the change he was already sensing had come over Jayson. While he made
more small talk and readied himself to meet the man face to face for their first contact in over twelve months, there was a tug at Shane’s hand. Since there was no else in the room or even in the house, he knew it was Mia and, before he had shifted his body once inch toward her direction, Shane already regretted turning around to stare into her hypnotic and multicolored eyes. His mind was desperately trying to make him remember what he could be losing once he gave in to the sultry temptation that was hovering in the air, still heavy with the smell of sex. At the worse possible moment, his guilt clawed to forefront of his mind. “Is Aneisa still there?” Shane asked the question then immediately wished he hadn’t. His heart beat like a mad drummer inside his rib cage. It was as if he were trying to blow his own cover story. Was this some sick and twisted way for him to try to come clean and clear his conscience? Or was his common sense trying to avoid falling dick first into part two of this already rabid and sticky affair? What if she wanted to get back on the phone or wanted to inquire about what he was doing?
What would he say? I’m over here screwing the neighbors’ daughter. Oh, and by the way, sweet and devoted girlfriend Aneisa, it was the best piece of ass I’ve had in a long time…too long. Who could be that cruel to someone they supposedly loved with all of their heart? An unearned sense of relief washed over him when he was able to think up a way to back track out of that request. “No, no…I just thought maybe she had left for work or something. I didn’t want you to have to sit there alone until I got back over there.” Shane delivered his reply smoothly when Jayson asked if he needed to speak to her. Shane remembered mumbling something to Jayson about having dinner later that night. He honestly didn’t know why he had made the suggestion except that his body was urging him to end the phone call as quickly as possible without raising too much suspicion about why he needed to get off of the phone so fast. Mia was staring so deeply into his eyes that his stomach was twisting into a tight knot. His senses were acting on instinct alone now, and all he wanted was to have his
beautiful mistress twisting and panting beneath him once again. His cock was already starting to lengthen to its full eight and half inches. Shane could feel the blood vessels along his shaft throbbing and filling with warm blood, and tip was swelling out into a fat mushroom. His thick rod was starting to push out against the stiff crotch of his pants and the need to empty himself inside of Mia’s hot pussy was overtaking any lingering rational thoughts that this was all a terrible mistake and he would regret it his choice as soon as the encore act was completed. Fuck it, Shane spoke inside his mind. If he was going to blow his future with Aneisa to shit, he might as well make his next nut the best he was going to have in for a long, long time…one for the record books. A fast and hard fuck was what Mia’s shifting and naughty eyes were begging him to do to her and that was exactly what she was going to get – again. Only, this time, no being gentle, no kissing, no passion, all long and stiff strokes until her thick juices spilled all over him. Shane already knew exactly where he wanted to cum when it was his turn, and he knew that his little vixen was going to love it when he did.
“Okay, see you then…later,” he spoke hoarsely over the line and then abruptly disconnected the call. He wasn’t even sure if Jayson had said anything else after that and he didn’t really care whether or not he had. All Shane could think of was following Mia’s lead back over toward the sofa. They walked the few steps back over to the dark colored piece of furniture and Mia immediately slithered her sleek and naked body back onto the center of the cushions. She pushed her back into the soft material and then gapped her legs wide, never once breaking eye contact with him or releasing his hand from her light grip. Shane’s bottom lip drooped some as he took in the full and luscious scene before him. Perfectly pink pussy lips, still creamy from their first round, and a plump clit made him grab his aching cock with his free hand and clamp down hard. There was no way he would have the self-restraint to refuse lying between those thick brown thighs and dipping into that sweet and tight honey pot one more time. Mia, still holding on to his big hand, licked the thin fingers on her other hand and then slid them down
her flat stomach. Once they landed directly on top her pretty and plump kitten, she made tight and neat circles around her swollen and slick clit. The wider her strokes, as she played with herself, the more her back arched up and the heavier and faster the veins in Shane’s dick started to pulse while he squeezed it harder and harder. The need for full relief was building like an atomic pressure cooker. When Mia through her head back and moaned softly, Shane’s self-control fell away. He practically spilled his entire load on himself when her silky flow spilled from within her tight pussyhole and dripped down toward the crack of her phat ass. Her small but delicious nipples stood straight up into hard points, begging to be sucked while he fucked her until she came all over again. Not able to withstand her teasing any longer, Shane yanked his hand away from hers and dug into his back pocket once more. After pulling his cock out of his pants and covering himself with the latex barrier, he dropped down to his knees and focused his hungry green eyes on Mia’s dripping pussy. He had to taste and see if she her candy-coated lips were as tangy
sweet as they looked. He bent over and used his strong grip to push her velvety smooth legs up onto the edge of the couch and opened them even wider than she already had them. Shane wanted to be able to see every slippery drop within her flooding folds. The thumb and forefinger on both of Mia’s hands went up to her rigid nipples and pinched down causing her to push her twot out closer to Shane’s lips. He was so close that he could smell her desperate need to have him filling her up. The craziest thought ran through his head. What if her parents walked in right now and saw this oversexed scene? Would he even care at that point? Probably not. Mia had stirred the animal lust within him to a hyper frenzy. He knew that she was the only woman who would be able to satisfy his craving to blow all over her sweaty pussy. It was a fantasy he had always wanted to try but never had a chance to act out. Not even Aneisa would allow him to spread his seed all over her lower lips. She always said it would be too nasty, but that was the part that Shane liked best. He loved his women to be nasty in the bed…
willing and ready to do any bad, bad deed he came up with. No one else he had met had ever been able to go there with him. For some reason, he doubted that Mia would ever say no to any beastly idea that he suggested. Maybe today would be the beginning of many wicked encounters they would have together… discreetly, of course. As much as Mia was probably his fantasy fuck, Aneisa was his ideal wife, and Shane still wasn’t trying to give up on that future for a handful of lusty orgasms. Another thought shot into his brain. Why couldn’t he simply have both of them? The hot girlfriend and the faithful wife, whenever and however he wanted them. There was no reason to ruin all that he and Aneisa had built, and there was surely no reason to let horny Mia slip away into another man’s arms. Sometimes he felt like he was the only man left in the world who was silly enough to try to hash it out in a monogamous relationship. Perhaps this slippery incident with Mia hadn’t been a random coincidence after all, it was really his subconscious trying to fulfill every man’s ultimate fantasy. Mia pushed her pussy in his face, her wet lips sliding over his mouth, and Shane snapped back to
attending to her. He used his broad tongue to swipe one long lick from the bottom split of her mocha ass cheeks, up and over her quivering opening, and stopping at her pointed clit so that he could tease her small erection into a hammering and bulging little rosy nub. He didn’t suck her pussy but he wanted to. He wanted to make her cream all over his mouth and onto his chin, but decided that was a treat that he would save her another time, because round three was going to be put into the works soon. If not today, then one day in the very near future, Shane would surely see to that goal. He took another heavy swipe over her beautiful pussy lips and then pushed his tongue into her tight hole and licked out some tangy juices before pulling his face back. He fisted his brick hard cock a few times. He was so eager to burry his full length so far inside of Mia that Shane was convinced his three inch wide rod had expanded at least two more inches. When he had yanked his shaft to near explosion he put his cock at her glossy entrance and shoved himself inside with one brutal stroke. Mia yelped and whimpered slightly but Shane held to his promise to make this one fast and
hard. He plunged into Mia’s super tight pussy over and over again, stretching her hole wider and wider with each fiery thrust, refusing to hold back any of the beast that she had pulled out of his otherwise casual persona. “Mmm…Shane…just like that,” she panted as her belly started to convulse and tremble. Shane grabbed her two B-cup tits, one in each hand, and took his turn at pinching hard on her puckered nipples. Faster and faster he worked her swollen cunt until Mia’s legs pulled up once more while her pussy down and creamed thick all over his savagely hard cock. He could feel her heated walls trying to milk his own sticky cum out. The more her channel squeezed over his veins, the heavier the urge to explode became. On the very last firm squeeze from Mia’s stretched hole, Shane knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. He pulled his fevered cock from her pussy and tugged the condom off. He stood to his feet, every muscle in his body feeling hard and rigid, tense and ready to recoil at any moment. He reached down and urged Mia forward by laying his hand at the back of her head. As if she already knew exactly what he was thinking, she instantly sucked his throbbing rod between
her luscious lips and started to suck his wide tip with frantic urgency, making sure to coat his long cock from mushroom to balls with the inside of her hot mouth. While she executed his blowjob with precision, Shane gripped her thick curly hair and countered each of her deep throats with his own powerful thrusts forward. When his cock finally hit the back of her throat, Shane roared deep from within his sweat-covered chest. He clenched his teeth tight as his thick shot of semen poured down Mia’s waiting passage. Another upsurge hit him and she moved her lips further up his cock and drank down his second glob of cum. When he was all done, Shane placed his feet back down on to the floor; he hadn’t even realized that he had stood up on the tip of his toes because his release had been so sharp and intense. Mia released her jaw grip on his wilting shaft and he pulled out of her mouth. He looked down at her, so wicked and loving it. He could see her satisfaction with what she had seduced him into doing…not once but twice in a day… was all over her gorgeous face. The feeling of guilt was creeping up over him again. Aneisa’s face flashed across his sight. If Shane
was thankful for anything at this moment, he was glad that he had not gone through with his original intent of letting his semen flow over Mia’s lower lips. The last trouble he needed was an unexpected phone call in a few weeks. Even while he wallowed in the realization of his horrible deeds, Mia had already stood up and started to walk toward the stairs a few feet away. She never even turned around when she spoke in a calm manner over her shoulder and back toward his direction. Shane heard what almost sounded like disdain or indifference in her low and silky voice. “The kitchen is that way,” her slim finger pointed over to the right and Shane’s confused eyes followed the direction of the movement. “You can wash up in there, but make it quick ‘cause Mommy and Daddy will be home soon. It was fun. Catch you later.” That was all the little seductress said before she disappeared up the stairs, leaving Shane standing in the middle of her parent’s living room with his pants around his ankles and his limp dick in his hand. Oh shit, she’s gonna’ tell Aneisa.
What else could she mean by ‘catch you later’? Why else would she suddenly shift from naughty sex kitten to apathetic stranger within the space of one breath? He ran an unsteady hand through his soaked light bronze hair and slicked it back for the umpteenth time today. With that one statement from Mia, all of his devious plans were falling away like a house of cards. Just as his rational side had tried to convince him of in the first place, this was all a set-up. He had been so busy thinking with the wrong head and had never really took the time to reason out this whole situation through clear eyes and to see the truth in Mia’s unexpected acts. But, why? He barely even knew her other than that she was the younger sister of his friend Jayson’s ex-girlfriend, Summer. For that matter, he barely knew Summer, despite graduating from the university in the same class year as she and Jayson. What kind of warped drama had he allowed himself to become wrapped up in? As quickly as he could move, Shane made his way to the kitchen that Mia had pointed out and tried to wash all of the evidence of today from his skin. He used the dish detergent and the paper towels next to the
sink to attempt to scrub it all completely away and out of his life forever…Mia’s scent, his heavy sweat, and the smell of fresh semen. He straightened his shirt and pants and checked for any stains on his clothing. Next, Shane shoved the two used items and their wrappers into a tissue and pushed them down to the very bottom of the wastebasket near the back door. Mia was going to have to worry about whatever was left on the couch. He grabbed his canvas satchel from the dining room table, where this business meeting had originally commenced at, slung it over his head and moved to the door without yelling up to her that he was finished and leaving. Two could play the don’t give a shit about what just happened game if that’s what she wanted to do. If anyone ever asked him for the truth about what really happened between him and Mia, as far as Shane was concerned, nothing had happened between them. He had decided that she wouldn’t be a good fit for his tutoring program and that would be the end of the discussion. If the real truth were ever told it would break Aneisa’s pure heart in two, their future together would be in irreparable ruins, and Shane would not take
that extreme risk…for his own sake and for the sake of his woman’s proven devotion to him. The truth would be what he decided to make it. For his own mental health and to keep Aneisa’s love, the truth was that Shane had always been and would always be a faithful boyfriend and future husband. Shane opened the door and the bright spring sunshine spilled inside and nearly blinded him. He shaded his eyes with his hand and made the long walk a few doors over and back to his home. He wondered what Aneisa and Jayson had been doing while they waited for him to get back. END TWO
Book Three BURN
BURN A TRUTH & CONSEQUENCES NOVELLA
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Excerpt …She dropped his hand and headed back the way from which they had come. She moved with such an agitated urgency that she lost contact with his body.
She turned to try to catch a glimpse of him but Shane became lost in the masses writhing to the rhythm behind her. What her eyes did catch sight of was the back of a tight purple dress and a tangle of dark curls moving swiftly in the opposite direction. When she angled her body to head for the same target, a pair of strong hands caught her by the waist and quickly pressed her against a long, hard torso. She lifted her eyes and they landed on Jayson. He was the one who had captured her so effortlessly and who was blocking her path. “Dance with me,” his commanding timbre seized control of her thoughts and her body. As if on cue, the pulsing beat slowed to a crawl and a sexy R&B track took its place. Her desire to be near Jayson urged Aneisa to move in tighter against him. She laid her head on his sculpted chest, and the soft murmur of his thudding heartbeat echoed soothingly in her ears…. … If he believed in luck, she wouldn’t see him at all and would continue on with the rest of her day and her life; if he believed in miracles, she would see him and would experience the same heart-pounding thrill that was racing its way through the center of his chest…
Quick Note from Leilani When I was younger, I was a fanatic fan of daytime soaps. Almost a year ago (October 2010), as I was thinking up a new series to kick off, I wondered how I would write out my own version of the frantic ups and downs of love and the affairs of the heart. While I was first penning I Wonder How You Taste (Hunger #1) , I never thought this storyline would develop into this miniepic of love, lust, and lies. My characters have been through some very naughty encounters while discovering how falling in love can easily become the most fulfilling and the most frustrating experience for a person. All things come to an end – eventually – and it has all come down to this final episode…hence its novella format. I wanted to give them all one more jaw-dropping send-off into romance history. My suggestion for anyone who decides to take this tale for a spin is to have already read Aidan’s Return & Summer Frenzy (Hunger #3 and 4) and Consequences Never Hurt (Truth & Consequences #1). Those two stories will help the reader become
well acquainted with the overall storyline that bridges these two series together, as well as helping them to become familiar with the burgeoning passions that are driving the motives for the main characters of Burn, which serves as the last installment for both Hunger and Truth & Consequences. Because I want everyone to get the best experience from this drama (I’m sure some newcomers will decide to skip straight to the end and some fans haven’t read every detail in between), I have written a character appendix (included at the end of this novella). Fair caution, it’s only a very brief overview of the characters and their relationships to one another, and will only give you a tiny – but enticing – taste of all that has conspired before the events of Burn take place. It all started with one fiery kiss and now it all ends with one blazing affair… Happy Reading…lh.
Burn A Truth & Consequences Novella By Leilani Harvey
PART I Memories & Lovers
It was too early to go home and too late for regrets. Less than an hour ago, Jayson had fucked one of his best friend’s fiancé right in the middle of the
couple’s cute little house and he would do it all over again in a heartbeat. His sudden fixation on having a second sampling of Aneisa’s hot little body was what drove him to this shitty little bar in the first place. There were still a few hours to kill before the old gang met up for dinner, dancing, and some awkward stares across the table. He was determined not to spend that time moping over a woman he should have been trying to forget about. The deed was done and it was time to move on to his next fling. The first thirty minutes of sitting inside of the hole in the wall bar were filled with him wallowing in his own dark thoughts. The pain and stress from having his heart ripped right out of his chest by the two people he loved most – the woman he wanted to make his wife and the man who had been more like a brother to him than his real flesh and blood – wasn’t easy to shake off. A year had passed and the jagged memory of how they had abandoned him in a hotel room and disappeared into the night remained a haunting piece of every waking minute in Jayson’s life. The bitter experience left him with no shame about passing on a touch of his own misery to Aneisa and Shane.
While Jayson cradled an untouched vodka and tonic in his hand, the blond minx slinked up next to him and eased into the empty stool on his right side. He turned his head toward her and she smiled, her bright red lips parting to show two rows of perfectly straight teeth. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge her silent greeting. By ignoring her, Jayson added fuel to her flame. The more he overlooked her desperate attempts at seducing him with batting lashes and pouting lips, the more she insisted on trying to capture his interest. It was a disturbingly sick game he had come to enjoy, if only to shake off his own gloom for a few humorous moments of watching her act the fool for him. For someone who was once merely a shoulder for heartbroken women to cry on, Jayson had made an easy transition into this reverse role as a blond haired, blue-eyed bad boy. His dark persona, combined with his towering height – well over six foot – and short spiky hair, sent women of all types and ages to their knees for him without hesitation. There wasn’t a woman within five feet of him who had ever neglected to direct a lusty gaze his way. He knew what they saw and what they wanted from him and he had no
problems giving it – hard and fast – as many times as they could take it. After the dirty session was concluded, he was gone – no attachments, no feelings – just a fun time and a thank you ma’am – maybe, depending on how intense his cum shot was. Once only. That was the one rule he swore by since he had seen the error of his boyishly silly ways. Fidelity and love – what a joke. He had decided a long time ago he was tired of being at the center of that bad prank. Never again, not for anyone. “I’m Sharon.” Her tiny voice was practically mute under the heavy drums of whatever rock back was blaring through the speakers. He nodded his head and continued to stare blankly ahead, never turning to offer his own name. “I’ve never seen you here before,” she made another attempt at getting a conversation going. Leaning forward on the bar top, Sharon moved so that her creamy cleavage was pushed forward under her red spandex top. Her goal was probably to look at sizzling as possible. It might have worked on someone who hadn’t already seen a dozen other women use the same move, but not on Jayson.
“Jut got back in town.” Jayson decided to play along. He had a goal in mind, too. Thoughts of Aneisa were an unnecessary distraction that he wanted to be rid of as soon as possible, and there was only one cure he knew of for forgetting about a woman. “Really? Are you from Twin Rivers or did you just go to school here?” Sharon obviously wasn’t very good at flirting so Jayson wouldn’t even try to give her his best effort. “Listen, doll, I have to meet some people in a few hours, so if you came over here to make a new friend, I’m not the right one.” From the corners of his eyes, he saw her bottom lip tremble. Wow, she really was a newbie at bar pickups. “No need to pout, sweetie.” Jayson’s soothing bass did the trick. He flaunted a charming grin at her and Sharon’s cheeks immediately flushed a deep rose. She covered her mouth to giggle at his compliment. This was too easy; only minimal effort on his part would be needed to convince her to service him.
He slid a long and burly arm around her thin shoulders and pulled her in a few inches closer. “Maybe we should step in the back and talk a little more privately.” Ten minutes was all that was needed to convince cute Sharon to take him between her little red lips. When he pushed back the bar stool and stood up tall, the female clamped her mouth tight but her glimmering eyes spoke volumes. He walked toward the rear of the darkened arena and she quickly jumped down from her stool and followed. When they stopped in a blackened corner just pass the doors leading to the male and female restrooms, he didn’t have to say a word for her to understand how this scene was going to play out. While he wrapped himself, she went down in front of him and propped her lips open wide to receive his rock hard dick into her mouth. His deep blue eyes watched her do her magic. Soft lips, painted in a bright red shade of lipstick, worked their way along the long length of his cock. Jayson pushed his hard-on further down her throat and the pretty blond gagged a little.
He closed his eyes and delighted in the sensation of her wet mouth closing around his hardness. She sucked on the head and he sucked in a small breath of air. When he looked down at the top of her head, Jayson couldn’t quite remember what her name was…he was thinking it was Susan or Sheri or something else with an S sound in the front. Right now, with his swollen cock shoved in her mouth, it honestly didn’t matter which one it was as long as she finished the job to his delight. He wanted her to help him to forget about all of his hurt and anger. Summer. Aidan. Summer. Aidan. Over and over again, for the last year, those names had taunted his frenzied thoughts. Their mutual betrayal had ripped him right open and emptied him completely out. There was nothing left to start over with except blackness, an empty void swirling inside of a burning and crushing dejection. How the hell had he missed what was going on behind his back? Better question – How the hell could two people who he loved so much and would have trusted with his life do something so shitty and
lowdown to him and then just disappear under the cover of darkness? They ran off to live a happy ending and left him behind to wallow in a mire of doubt and frustration. A picture of his beautiful Summer was burned into his memory. Fleeting moments of lust with other women were the only times when he could get her perfect face to fade from the forefront of his tortured mind. The effect never lasted long, though. Her hold on him remained as strong as it ever was. Even after what she had done had turned him into this monstrous and cold man, he still loved her with all of his heart. There would never be another woman for him to love, not the way he had adored Summer. Never. And Jayson liked it that way. He wasn’t going to risk having his soul ripped in two for a second time around. He wasn’t that stupid, not even close. Jayson Ferria didn’t want or need a best buddy or a girlfriend or any connections to anyone. All that bullshit is what had driven him to this twisted place in his life. While the woman kneeling in front of him used small pale hands to stroke him while her tongue worked over his sensitive shaft, Jayson vigorously matched her
mouth thrusts with his own, plunging his cock to the back of her throat. Before he knew it, his usual fantasy was playing out in his mind again, yet something was different this time around. To his startled surprise, instead of seeing Summer’s face on the girl bent before him, who was sucking him into a pleasurable oblivion, he saw a vision he wasn’t quite ready for. In place of the Sharon-something’s features and eyes staring up at him with glee, a mocha shaded face with sweet brown eyes looked back at him. It was Aneisa Kane’s face reaching out to him with steamy eyes while gobbling down his fat dick. The face suddenly switched back to his beautiful Summer, then over to Aneisa’s heart shaped features. It was as though Jayson couldn’t decide which female he wanted with him here and now, acting out his sexual fantasy with. Which one was tugging harder at his buried yearning for an ever-faithful woman to spend his life with? When his hot cum gushed toward the other girl’s throat, Jayson’s stomach crunched down and spasmed. His milky stream shot out with insane intensity; it was probably the hardest he had spilled his
seed in a very long time. What had changed? Jayson’s fast paced mind immediately went to considering the possibilities. Could envisioning Aneisa here really have pulled that forceful explosion out of him? He pulled his cock out of Sharon’s stretched mouth. Impossible¸ he thought as he tucked his throbbing tool back into his pants. He hadn’t expected this sudden turn of events, or this disturbing change of heart. His raging emotions were drawing his mind deeper into thoughts of reclaiming Aneisa for one more slippery round. Watching her plump ass jiggle while her tightest hole gripped his cock had been one of the best experiences he had felt in far too long. No, not again. He fought back the urges racing through his brain. Once only. It was his rule and he needed to stick to it without hesitation. This – mix-up – couldn’t be repeated. There was only enough room in his frantic mind for one woman. She had already succeeded in twisting him into nothingness and then abandoned him, so there was no point in getting attached to any one else then awaiting
his heartbreak to happen all over again. Without looking down, he stepped around the female, who was still kneeling, probably waiting for him to lift her to her feet and fill her pussy up. Unfortunately for her, he had other appointments to keep. Jayson thought he heard her call after him but he pressed on anyway. He pushed through the early evening crowd that was packed into the rundown bar. Once he stepped out into the thick air of the late spring afternoon, a sense of agitation started to pull at his mind again. Memories of his scorching session with Aneisa were starting to run circles around him. He needed to push her out of his brain as soon as possible before these silly feelings became to deeply embedded. Only a fool breaks his own rules but Jayson was already starting to envision a second and more in depth taste of Aneisa’s sweetness. Next time around – if there was a next time – he was going to make sure he sampled both holes.
From inside the master bedroom, Aneisa heard keys jingling in the front door. Suddenly feeling the need to hurry her dressing routine along, she yanked a pair of straight leg jeans and a yellow tank top from off of the blue bedspread and quickly tossed the clothing on. It wasn’t unusual for her to have a short workout after her morning grad school courses so she doubted Shane would question her reasons for a mid-afternoon shower. All the same, her guilt was wearing on her conscience and making her paranoid. Would he sense what had transpired in their living room less than an hour ago? Would the shame be written all over her worrisome face? Even after having scrubbed herself thoroughly more than once, Aneisa could still feel Jayson’s big
hands all over her skin. His forceful voice and demanding commands remained echoing in her mind. Despite her desperate need to remove every shred of their encounter from her thoughts and wipe her body clean of his touch, there was some small part of her that wanted him to take her again – harder and more intensely this time. She delighted in how rough he had been when handling her. It was wrong that she secretly wanted him to claim every piece of her existence, to break her down and make her into his devoted lover. Her nipples pebbled hard at the thought. A warm pool of personal lubricant started to gather in the hot space between her thighs. She quickly locked her legs together, knee to knee, trying to fight back the impish urges that were pulsing inside of her. “Aneisa, are you up there?” It was Shane. Why had Aneisa been wishing that it weren’t? Why had she been toying with a waking fantasy that Jayson had made an unexpected return so they could resume their twisted sex position on her living room floor? Stop it, Aneisa! She scolded herself and rubbed her knees together once more. It was a last
ditch effort to permanently shake off the buzzing aftereffects of her lusty afternoon with an old acquaintance. Just as she reached for a bra in the top drawer of her bureau, a pair of pale arms slid around the curve of her hips. She didn’t have to guess who the owner was. The feel of her fiancé’s warm breath on her shoulder was no comfort. It only set her nerves on edge and made her teeth clench. If she didn’t hold herself in check, he was sure to find out something wicked had conspired earlier today. Mere chance had probably delayed Shane’s return home and prevented him from arriving in time enough to catch Aneisa on her hands and knees while partaking in her adulterous and torrid sexual act. “Hey, babe.” When he spoke, his breath trickled over her shoulder. He followed up his greeting with a polite kiss on the cheek. Aneisa shifted uneasily in his hold. The greeting was customary but his scent was different. The essence of his usual cologne drifting up her nostrils was accompanied with the slight hint of a muskier smell. It was an aroma that was very similar to… He broke his hold on her and walked away
before Aneisa could turn in his arms. “Shit, I didn’t realize what time it was. If I don’t get changed now, we’re going to be late for dinner.” Shane talked as he backed out of the bedroom and headed toward the bathroom at the end of the hall. His statement was true but it might have also been an excuse to separate their two bodies. Had he realized she noticed the change in his body chemistry? Aneisa followed him up the hall at a casual pace. Thoughts of her own earlier mishap were temporarily put on hold. “It is a little later than you said you would be back,” she said and then stopped just outside of the bathroom door. Shane had closed the door behind him, something neither one of them ever did, unless they wanted absolute privacy. She pressed her back to the whitewashed door and crossed her arms. A bundle of curiosities floated across her mind, one after the other. Her suspicions were raised though she tried her best to keep from making any hasty conclusions.
“How was it?” She baited him with a test. “How was what?” Fail. He answered her question with another question. “Your tutoring session. That’s where you were all afternoon, right?” The sound of the heavy water cascading from the showerhead sounded through the door. “Oh…it was fine,” he had to raise his voice to drown out the water drizzle. “I’m a little pissed that I missed meeting up with Jayson.” He hit a nerve with that name. She wondered if he had done so on purpose to distract her attention away from where her inquiries were headed. Or, was it possible he did know that something devious had happened between her and his close friend. Had Jayson called Shane and confessed everything to him? Impossible. If that had happened then Shane wouldn’t have given her such a causal and calm greeting. Her own actions were no longer the pressing issue. Aneisa’s mind had done a complete U-turn and now she was a bit more curious about what Shane had been doing for all of these hours. A thirty-minute
meeting with an undergrad student from the class he was assisting with this semester had morphed into hours and he didn’t seem very eager to tell her the details of that session. Teaching and tutoring were Shane’s passion and Aneisa had never known him not to be excited about sharing his experiences with her. Whatever went on must have been serious enough to throw him out of his normal routine. On second thought, she had no reason to doubt Shane’s fidelity. He had been nothing but a sweetheart to her since they had decided marriage was the obvious next step for two people who had been dating for so long. Trying to pigeonhole Shane as an adulterer without any real proof was Aneisa’s way of covering up her own guilt. Finding a way to make him into the bad guy would help her to throw off her own shame. The theory struck her like a small electrical charge. Aneisa pushed herself away from the door. While she stood in the middle of the upstairs hallway of their split-level home, the sound of the water cut out of the background. She heard the door swing open and Shane stepped up behind her. Before he could take hold of her, she turned around, determined to look into
his eyes and find an answer in those emerald green lenses of his. He smiled down at her. His copper colored hair was drenched and dripping over down his earlobes and onto his shoulders. The light trace of freckles on his creamy face made him boyishly adorable. There was no way a face so innocent could be hiding any deceit. Aneisa only wished she could think the same of herself. If the man who loved her enough to place a diamond ring on her finger only knew what wickedness she had been up to, what naughty memories and terrible desires were running through her mind at this very moment, he would never forgive her indiscretion. No matter what the cost, she had to make sure Shane would never discover what she had done with Jayson. Shane wrinkled his face and lowered his red tinted eyebrows. “What is it? What’s wrong?” There was sincere concern in his voice when he asked the questions. He reached out and cupped her chin between his thumb and index finger. Right then, seeing the alarm on his face, Aneisa wanted to burst into tears. She
wanted to cry out her confession and beg him to forgive her. Shane was straight-edged and would never marry a woman who liked her sex with a lot of kink and sweat. That was not the woman he knew and not the woman who he planned on making his wife. Would he still love her the same if he ever experienced the alternate side of her personality? It was a chance Aneisa was not willing to take. Instead of pouring out her burning secret, she placed her cheek on his wet chest and stroked his face in her palm. “Nothing. I’m fine.” Aneisa stared up into Shane’s green eyes but she was imagining deep blue ones staring back at her. “I guess I just missed you a lot today.” She lied but it was what she wanted to feel so it was as close to the truth as she could manage. His heavy arms draped over her shoulders and pulled her in tighter. Long fingers massaged her loose hair. After a moment, Shane pulled back and used his finger to lift her chin and bring her lips to his. He kissed her gently at first and then moved in deeper, pushing his tongue between her full lips, and proceeded to devour her moist mouth with his own. It was the most intense
and passionate kiss the two had ever shared. The problem with the hunger churning within her was that it wasn’t for the man standing in front of her and holding her dearly. It was for a man who had ignited a long dormant fire within her. A perversely arrogant man who had stomped into her life and rewritten her definition of what and who she desired in life. When they met up again later on tonight, and if he tried to use his cunning and seductive charm to persuade her into committing another lecherous performance with him, Aneisa would have to summon every ounce of her willpower to force herself away from repeating her terrible mistake twice over. It wouldn’t be until much later in the evening when Aneisa finally noticed that Shane did not return her sentiment. He never replied he had missed her at all.
Two hours later and Jayson’s nerves remained dangling from a sharp edge. While he waited for the happy couple to make an entrance through the doors of the uptown adult lounge, he ordered a draft beer but never took a sip. He wasn’t really a drinker but could never shake the awkward and naked feeling that came from sitting in a drinking establishment with empty hands. The cute blond had done nothing to alleviate the dull ache he was experiencing inside. Imaging she was Aneisa had only succeeded at doubling the confusing knots he was enveloped in on a nearly constant basis. How had one sweaty session with her completely undone the strangle hold he had placed over his once dormant emotions? He thought back to when he had discovered that she liked to be
controlled during sex and Jayson liked having that power over her. His good girl had a dirty, kinky side that only he knew about. Perhaps that was the main reason why his fingers were practically itching to touch her smooth brown skin again. Or, could it be because she had somehow reawakened a spark of life in him? An insane thirst to see what other devious deeds he could convince her to perform crept into his forethoughts. A roguish smile formed on his pink lips. There was no denying that she was the best piece of ass he had sampled since his last encounter with Summer. Summer. The name rang a disturbing bell in his mind. Nope, he was done with all that and done with thoughts of Aneisa. Final verdict. Jayson could already foreshadow all of the problems that would be tagging along with hunger to satisfy his cravings for Aneisa. Once was plenty. Twice would become trouble in the worst way. He had to ignore the sickeningly sweet feeling churning in the pit of his hard stomach. “Well, hello, ex-brother-in-law,” the low and enchantingly husky voice of a female floated over
from his left. Jayson didn’t need to glance over to identify the speaker. He tapped the bottom of his beer bottle on the counter then offered her a small smirk without ever turning in her direction. He had to prepare himself because it might be too painful to look at her. “Hey, Mia,” he spoke, making sure to keep his voice casual. Summer’s younger sister was a vixen in the strictest sense of the word. Her hazel eyes didn’t miss any action and her ears were fine tuned to every breath a man took in her presence. If she detected even a hint of weakness rolling off of Jayson she would pounce on him as if she smelled fresh blood and would go for the kill. Mia James was also a near mirror image of his lost love Summer. It was a fact that Mia had tried to use to her advantage more than once after Summer had deserted him last year. Out of every woman Jayson had encountered since his heartbreak and his inevitable conclusion that a hard fuck was better than ever finding true love, Mia was the one woman whose
offer he had always refused. As much as he hated Summer for what she had done to him, the sliver of decency remaining in him wouldn’t allow him to betray her memory in such a way. He wouldn’t sleep with her sister back then and he wasn't going to do so now, despite the fact that Mia’s exotic and sensual appeal was nearly impossible to resist. Without having to take a visual survey, Jayson already knew he didn’t have enough fingers or toes to count the number of men who were sitting back in the dark corners of the night spot and plotting out how to step to her and convince this caramel shaded temptress to become their pampered lady. The dangerous part about Mia was that she was nowhere in the neighborhood of being ashamed to use her stunning features to mold her world the way she saw fit. She was a woman’s worst nightmare and a man’s walking fantasy, and Mia James loved living up to these definitions of herself unabashedly. “Oh, don’t be like that, Jay. Is that all I get? Just a ‘hey’. No hug for someone who’s missed you so much?” A small finger casually reached out and slowly traced the curve of his jaw down to his chin.
He grinned, slightly amused with her obvious flirtation. It was a mistake but it was too late to take it back. She inched closer to him. Even while he was sitting on the bar stool, she was still several inches shorter than him. To reach his ear, she must have had to stand up on her toes. Her cool minty breath on his ear raised the tiny blond hairs on the back of his neck but Jayson remained unmoving, determined not to give it to her game. He was done with being the pawn in love games and even pretty Mia wouldn’t seduce him in to becoming a chump for a second time. “I’d love to show you just how much I’ve been thinking about you.” Mia had never tried to hide the fact that she listed Jayson at the top of her to do list, even while he was dating her sister. Jayson was thankful to count himself among the very low number of men who had a slight immunity to her wicked charm. On several previous occasions, he had successfully dodged becoming one of her many used and discarded casualties. “I see you haven’t changed at all, Mia.”
When his eyes finally blinked over in her direction, Jayson immediately regretted doing so. He had to keep himself from biting down on his lip in frustration. Mia had indeed blossomed into a perfect copy of Summer. Hypnotic hazel eyes, glistening curly hair that tumbled over her shoulders and spread out across well-shaped caramel dipped breasts, and skin the most amazing shade of lightly toasted almond. If he hadn’t already known who she was, he might have been fooled into mistaking the two for twins. It was only a massive force of will that kept his cock from standing straight up and kept his hands flat on the bar top. He knew this woman wasn’t his former lover but she was the closest he had come to having Summer back in his presence after such a long stretch of time. Seeing Mia only reminded him of how much he yearned to see her sister again, to hold her one more time…to tell her he loved her one more time and hope it would be enough to make her stay with him. What the fuck? Get a grip. Jayson yelled out in his mind and snapped himself back from a delusional fantasy. Summer was gone. Aidan had stolen her. Mia
was not a replacement and never would be so he needed to regain control on reality before a fit of passion caused him to make a terrible mistake. “Looks like you might have missed me too,” she purred up at him while her thick lashes fluttered. She had spotted a flash of his weakness and was trying to bait him into her hold. Jayson grabbed up his beer and took a sip to drag his attention away from her mesmerizing stare. It gave him a few seconds to collect his thoughts before he spoke again. “The only thing I missed about this city is how cheap the drinks are.” His confidence had returned and he was ready for a battle of wills. “So, what has Ms. Mia been up to lately? Still terrorizing other women and stealing their men?” She squinted her almond eyes and chuckled low, obviously not amused by his stab. Jayson counted this as a good sign. If she detested him, maybe the little temptress might back off from trying to sprinkle her magic dust on him. “I don’t steal any one. I can’t help it if a guy wants to offer himself to me,” she said and used a
finger to fling a few strands of hair back over her shoulder. “If a woman doesn’t know how to hold on to her man, that’s not my fault, is it?” “Is it?” Jayson tossed the question back, purposefully trying to get the female heated and annoyed. The sooner she was gone from his sight, the sooner he could get back to trying to keep his cool and stomp out all the bad memories her dazzling features manifested in his mind. A nasty scowl formed on Mia’s face – it was a look that would never grace his Summer’s refined features – and it helped to ebb out the tiny pinch of lust that had started to smolder for her. Her eyes were like hot daggers and she was all set to aim a mouth full of razor sharp words at him and then, without warning of the change, it all blinked away and Mia returned to her deceptively charming self. What had caused the hasty makeover from witch to princess? Jayson looked over his shoulder and felt his own heart rate double. His attraction to Aneisa rebounded in full force. His balls were already growing
heavy at the sight of her approaching. She appeared lovelier and more exquisite now than when he had first treaded through her front door and decided he would take her right there on the living room floor. The soft pink of her halter dress perfectly complimented her shimmering hazelnut brown skin. Mia was a siren – any man with two eyes could easily confirm that fact – but Aneisa was pure beauty, the enthralling and regal kind. He remembered how staring into her enchanting chocolate colored irises, and beholding their alluring sweetness, had reminded him of how satisfying it felt to adore a woman again, if only for a few passing moments. He also remembered the hot skin of her perfectly shaped ass pressed into his palms, and how fiercely intense his desire for this woman had blazed inside of him. Seeing her now, walking side by side with his old friend, caused his mind to swirl with thoughts of a new and more exciting twist on a standard game of seduction. An appealing scheme occurred to Jayson while he watched Aneisa’s every graceful footstep closer toward him. Why stop at once when he could have her as many times as he pleased? It would be a
stupid move with a high chance for destructive consequences for everyone involved. But he had to have another taste of her; her body satisfied a craving in him like no other woman had ever been able to do since Summer. The name boiled his blood and flooded Jayson’s mind into a chaotic mess. No thinking, no feeling, just act. He had to remind himself of what his ultimate goal was. The closer the cute couple approached, the more he reasoned with himself. He was keeping the world in balance, giving back what had been dealt out to him. Aidan wanted Summer, so he stole her. Now Jayson wanted Aneisa, and he was going to take her and keep her for as long as she pleased him. All’s fair in lust and love. He looked over at his flirty counterpart and saw that she, too, had spied out the domesticated pair. Mia James had suddenly become Jayson’s best friend by default. Her shifty eyes were fixated on Shane and her glossed lips slid up in to a mischievous smile. It didn’t take much detective work to figure out the rest. Ms. Mia had her eyes on a new target. Jayson’s lips hung in a sinister smile that rivaled Mia’s. Perhaps he might be
able to make use of her unique talents for his own terrible amusement. When Shane and Aneisa were only a handful of feet away, Jayson slyly offered his proposal to Mia, never once turning his head or breaking the blistering stare he had aimed at his coveted prize. “Mia, I think we may be able to help each other.” His voice was low and his intent was clear. Mia was a smart girl and she quickly picked up on his context clue. “Is that so?” Her plum colored grin widened. “Yeah…it is. Looks like we have a common goal.” “What do you suggest we do about this shared interest?” “What we do best. Take what we want and leave the rest to chance.” Mia turned to him with a sculpted brow arched high in the air. There was a splash of shock in her keen eyes. Could it be that she was starting to realize Jayson had returned home a changed and devious man, a complete turnaround from the virtuous gentleman she
had once known? “One minor issue,” her eyes returned to Shane, “I’ve already had him…He was…okay…So…what else is in it for me?” The seductive, hazel-eyed glance she coolly tossed at him helped Jayson to understand the terms she was proposing. Mia was still his ex-girlfriend’s sister. That fact hadn’t changed and neither had his belief in avoiding falling into any sexually ensnaring situations with her. She wasn’t to be trusted and he honestly didn’t find her lurid mind attractive at all. Nonetheless, to get his chance to have another nibble of Aneisa, he would play his part for as long as needed. “How about we work on a private arrangement later?” He hinted at promising to fulfill his end of the deal, knowing full well he never intended to let Mia cash in her chips on him. “Accepted,” she whispered, her agreement oozing with sinister amusement. While Aneisa and Shane, with hands clasped together, cut their way through the edge of crowded dance floor of the dimly lit nightclub, the diabolical duo watched the approaching pair closely from their place at
PART II Love & Lies
Aneisa’s heart pumped hard and in sync with the heavy base pounding through the floor. She should have cancelled when she had the chance. Shane would have believed her if she said she were ill and couldn’t make tonight’s ‘reunion’ dinner. In any case, Jayson was his close friend, not hers, so her absence shouldn’t have made a big difference; however, her conscience told her that not showing up would have drawn suspicion. She had never expressed any ill feelings toward Jayson in the past, so would Shane have wondered why she was quick to duck out on meeting up with him later? Then again, Shane wasn’t himself at all. He had been seriously distracted ever since he walked through the front door earlier that day. He had remained unusually
quiet, as though he were trapped in a deep thought he couldn’t or wouldn’t put to the side. Whatever was bothering him had dragged his usually upbeat mood low and he was yet to recover. The uneasy suspicion that a big heap of trouble was brewing somewhere in the background was crawling at the rear of her thoughts. The only bright spot in this unusual situation was that as long as he was wallowing in his own troubles, he wouldn’t notice Aneisa’s testy nerves either. Every step closer toward Jayson was another step away from escaping the nagging guilt hanging over her conscience. Even from this distance, her body was reacting to his presence in a most carnal way. Beneath the thin material of her dress, her breasts became slick with a light perspiration. The cause for the rapid rise of her internal temperature could have been due to the body heat radiating from the surging crowd all around her, but it wasn’t. Superhumanly tall with nearly platinum blond cropped hair, Jayson was a muscled playboy who made her pussy lips flood at the mere sight of him looming ahead. She moved on unsteady feet. Less than five
feet away and he had already succeeded in capturing her complete concentration. His long jean covered legs and his wide square shoulders, spread out beneath the pressed button up shirt, made Jayson into a giant among mere men. While leaning back against the bar, his dazzling gaze was already studying her every movement. His deep Mediterranean blue eyes had locked in on her and were silently drawing her into his web of seduction. With every inch that collapsed between them, Aneisa wanted to turn and flee with fast determination. She wanted nothing more than to push back the dizzying hunger that was churning inside in her belly for Jayson. His enchantment over her was so strong that Aneisa had almost forgotten her fingers were intertwined with Shane’s and that she had promised to love only him and no other man for the rest of her days on this earth. Without knowing exactly why, she shook her hand loose from Shane’s grasp as politely as possible, and he didn’t seem to resist the separation. The pair walked shoulder to shoulder through the thick throng of evening merriment, neither mouthing one word to the other. It wasn’t until they finally reached their destination when Aneisa finally
noticed the female standing near Jayson. After one quick glance at the other woman, from the top of her curly head to the tip of her French-pedicured toes hanging out of tall peep-toe heels, Aneisa was hit with a bad vibe. She hated judging someone based on looks alone but the sickening knot at the bottom of her stomach was her loudest advocate for immediately throwing up her guard. This one was sneaky and Aneisa needed to be ready for whatever the little minx had planned. She already wasn’t fond of the way the girl had her hazel eyes gleaming at her man or how Shane seemed to be feeding into the hypnotic stare. “Look who decided to show." Jayson’s booming voice cut the tension that was building. He spoke as if he was directing his comment to both Aneisa and Shane but his blue eyes were fixed only on her. She dropped her brown eyes and shifted from foot to foot in her high wedged sandals. She wondered if Shane had noticed her discomfort but a fast glance over to him revealed he was more preoccupied with making silent contact with the smaller woman standing on Jayson’s right side.
For the next few seconds, everyone’s eyes were watching the one person whom they should have been avoiding like a dreary dark shadow. They were all hopelessly caught up in whatever enchantment was filling the air. “Shane, I’m so glad you came. I couldn’t wait to see you again.” It was the sneaky one’s turn to talk. Shiny glossed lips curved upward as she spoke with a soft purr in her voice. “Are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?” There also the slightest distaste coming from her little lips when she spoke the word girlfriend, almost as though she were offended at having to say the word aloud. Who was this woman and why did Aneisa recognize her face? Better question – What did she mean by ‘again’? Aneisa was either friends with or had been personally introduced to every female that Shane associated with. She damn sure would have remembered being introduced to this chick. Those shifty eyes would have been hard to forget, especially when they seemed a little too intensely focused on her boyfriend. All of these oddities buzzed in Aneisa’s mind at a pace so fast she was far from being able to
form them into verbal questions. “Mia James, this is Aneisa Kane,” Jayson’s voice cut in before Aneisa could manifest one accusing word out of her mouth. He must have seen the put-off look on her face and tried to steer trouble to the side before it had a chance to get started. The other female cut her stare away from Shane only long enough to narrow those cat eyes, give Aneisa a disapproving once over, and produce a half smirk. No hello, no head nod, just the tiniest upward tilt of plum colored lips and she was done. Her attention went back to Shane and so did Aneisa’s. He stood frozen in place like a marble statue. From this angle, Aneisa couldn’t decipher why he was purposefully keeping his lips zipped. Nonetheless, it was disturbingly obvious that he had somehow fallen under the spell of this she-devil. Her intuitions were screaming for her to leave now before the dark cloud hanging over all of them started to pour down a large serving of turmoil and strife. In spite of the dire warnings going off in her head, she didn’t want to go. Being this close to Jayson again, with no more than a foot and half, at most,
separating them was drawing her into his tangled allure. For the time being, and unlike earlier that day, he was cordial and acting on his best behavior. It was this disarming calmness that set her internal signal flares flying. Why was he acting as if nothing had conspired between them? Only a few hours ago, his cock had been shoved up her ass and he was growling out his pleasure at having made her cum so hard. Now, it was as if none of that had ever happened. Maybe it hadn’t. Was it possible she and Jayson had a very normal reunion at her home and the rest was the result of an overly vivid and lascivious fantasy? Aneisa’s sight made direct contact with Jayson’s, the answer the clear. No. It wasn’t an overactive imagination that had spanked her lightly or convinced her to delve in the dirty pleasures of anal love. Although Jayson’s face was open and friendly, his cobalt blue eyes were ominous. He landed those big blue irises dead center on Aneisa. The bright flash of heat he sent her way forced a shiver down through her core. The conflicting instincts to both run away from Jayson and into his arms started up a new battle inside her soul. He was trouble of the most tempting kind,
and Aneisa felt her common sense briefly slip away for those microseconds he held her trapped in his gaze. There was a storm surging in those irises, and all of its energy was aimed directly on her. The more she stared into his eyes, the more she was drawn into its turbulent waves, and the more she wanted to be swept up in his power all over again. The memory of the consuming climax he had given to her washed over Aneisa’s entire body, sending a bolt of thundering heat into her erogenous zone. She needed to leave, to run away fast – now – before it was too late and the world she had built for herself with Shane came crashing down. She fixed her lips to announce her departure and Jayson stepped in close. “Are you okay, Aneisa?” He placed two sizzling hands on her bare shoulders, cutting off her possibility of escape. “You look cold. If Shane doesn’t have one, I could run back to my truck and get you a jacket.” There was a look of sincere concern on his face, but she knew it had to be false. He was using his sensual charm to bind her up tight in his sticky snare. The strength of his rough palms on her skin evoked a
desperate need to curl up close to his body and bury her face against his hard chest. “I’m fine.” She forced the softly spoken words through her lips while slowly freeing herself from his touch. All the while, she was trying not to appear too awkward as she backed away from Jayson. “I think I caught a quick chill from the air conditioning but I’m okay now.” His heated stared didn’t drop away, it only burned brighter. She turned to Shane for help. Didn’t he notice this suspicious exchange between them at all? He hadn’t. His focus had never wavered away from the troublemaker in the three sizes too small purple cocktail dress. Aneisa didn’t like the chemistry that was flying back and forth between her fiancé and this little thing, Mia. She opened her mouth to speak her disapproval into existence and was again cut short by a shrewd move on Jayson’s part. This time, he covered her exposed back with his broad hands and gently coaxed her into an intimate hug. The tender action caught Aneisa completely by surprise, especially considering how terribly impolite
and domineering he had been with her earlier, even from the very first moment when she had arched the door open for him. This embrace was quite the opposite from the harsh hold he had on her ass while she had been spread out on her hands and knees for him. This touch was calm and soothing, and its purpose was to pull her to a peaceful center. “I’m happy you decided to come tonight…even after what we did.” He spoke the words directly into her ear, his warm breath causing a tickle to flutter down the slope of her neck and slide off of her shoulder. Before leaning back and stepping away, Jayson stroked the center of her back, between her shoulder blades, and then politely kissed the tip of her ear. “Thanks for bringing my buddy, Shane, with you.” The last words he said aloud and they were enough to snap her boyfriend out his own drunken haze. Aneisa could almost see the drool hanging at the corner of his mouth. “What?” Shane sputtered out of his trance. “Yeah…Jay…I can’t believe I get to see you in the flesh, bro.”
The two men leaned in for a handshake and pats on the back. All the while, Shane never allowed his focus to drop away from Mia and Jayson refused to cut his visual connection with Aneisa. Aneisa was in a compromising position. How could she become indignant for Shane’s insensitive and obvious attraction to another woman – in public, no less – when she, herself, had willingly participated in an adulterous deed of her own? Granted, hers was done in private, but it didn’t excuse the act or empower her to want to call Shane out for groping Mia with his roaming green eyes. Should the situation have been different, if Aneisa could have called upon her own fidelity as justification for setting both her man and her sudden rival straight with a few sharp words, she would have gladly done so by now. Her own guilty heart kept her silent, at least for the moment, but that didn’t mean she had to stand here and watch the pair eye-fuck each all night. That was just not going to happen. Even if her private life was in a secret shambles, she wouldn’t allow herself to be made to look like a silly joke in public. She blinked and grabbed Shane’s hand.
“You know what…it’s already so late; we should go and reschedule this for another time.” Her words came out fast and frazzled. She made a quick clean up before anyone could voice an objection or question her reasons for the hasty departure. “We both have to get up early tomorrow. You have a seminar to teach and I have a morning class.” Shane nodded. It was a truth he couldn’t argue with. Aneisa didn’t allow another precious second of calm to go to waste. She yanked his hand and pushed them back into the center of the massive crowd. She stepped over feet and maneuvered around the pulsing mass of bodies on the dance floor. They were all jerking hard to the rhythmic pop beat hammering out from the speakers embedded overhead and in the walls surrounding them. The tempo was meant to keep your body moving in a constant fit of gleeful and free spirited euphoria. As she rushed toward the exit, the bass from the heavy techno pounding was working its way through Aneisa’s body. It was stirring up carnal urges that were beckoning her not to leave so soon, to stay and indulge in the frenzied atmosphere a while longer.
Aneisa squeezed Shane’s hand tighter while she forced them further into the throng and tried her best to widen the space between them and the devious influence of the second couple. She could feel the resistance flowing through his hand; he wasn’t following her willingly. She didn’t know what maniacal trap was being thrown around them but its stranglehold was becoming more real to Aneisa with every passing second. It was true. Eyes were the windows to the soul and she wanted no part of what she read from Jayson and Mia. Both of them had hearts as black as midnight and were as sly as predators. How unfortunate that she and the man she thought – no – she knew she loved had become the target of their next round of malice.
“Wait, let’s just hang at the bar for a few more minutes.” Shane tugged Aneisa’s hand and stopped her progress in the middle of the heavy crowd. “Can’t we have at least one drink before we go home and fall asleep?” He must have seen the hesitation in her brown eyes. He seemed determined to convince her to come back with him. “One drink, then
we can go. I promise.” He reined Aneisa in and placed a thumb on her cheek. “Come on, babe, we never go out anymore. I haven’t seen Jay in over a year, and who knows if he’ll up and disappear overnight again. I just want to catch up with him a little, see how he’s doing. We both know he didn’t take his break-up with Summer very well. Please…for me?” The curve of her jaw flexed uncontrollably while she clamped her teeth together. She perceived the impatient frenzy in his eyes and felt the heated need hovering in the pit of her stomach, like frazzled butterflies seeking an escape. This was a bad mistake and they were both willingly marching back to their own demise. She dropped his hand and headed back the way from which they had come. She moved with such an agitated urgency that she lost contact with his body. She turned to try to catch a glimpse of him but Shane became lost in the masses writhing to the rhythm behind her. What her eyes did catch sight of was the back of a tight purple dress and a tangle of dark curls moving
swiftly in the opposite direction. When she angled her body to head for the same target, a pair of strong hands caught her by the waist and quickly pressed her against a long, hard torso. She lifted her eyes and they landed on Jayson. He was the one who had captured her so effortlessly and who was blocking her path. “Dance with me,” his commanding timbre seized control of her thoughts and her body. As if on cue, the pulsing beat slowed to a crawl and a sexy R&B track took its place. Her desire to be near him urged Aneisa to move in tighter against him. She laid her head on his sculpted chest, and the soft murmur of his thudding heartbeat echoed soothingly in her ears. The smell of fresh oak floated up her nose. It was a familiar and appeasing aroma that would drive any woman wild with inflamed desire. Jayson gathered her closer, until their bodies were fused into a tight unit. The intensity of his hold made Aneisa feel as if he never wanted to let her go again. “I’ve been thinking about you, Aneisa,” he whispered down to her and placed his chin lightly
against her cheek. “I was trying to figure out a way to see you…alone again.” She wanted to believe his words, to believe his thoughts went beyond sexual attraction. Perhaps, he had actually missed her? Again, her rationality pushed to the forefront. Her hands went up between them, and she pushed away a little. Afraid to look into his eyes, or else risk losing her nerve to separate from him, Aneisa turned back into the crowd. She wasn’t sure if she was searching out Shane or if she were trying to find an excuse – any excuse – to walk away from Jayson. “Don’t worry about them,” he spoke sweetly. “Dance with me. Be with me for awhile.” His voice tempted her and she allowed him to draw her back deeper into his arms and his solid embrace. “I haven’t been able to forget about you all day. I wanted you with me, Aneisa.” She pulled back and stared up at him. She wanted to see if the emotion in his eyes would match the sincerity of his words. If she was met by the deceit, she may have been crushed. Instead, the dazzling
reflection of his blue eyes under the strobe lights enchanted her with ease. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Her eyes traced out every syllable that crossed his beautiful dark pink colored lips. She was desperately trying to convince herself that he spoke with honesty, but was unsuccessful. “No…I don’t.” She answered slowly and truthfully, there was no need to lie. Even if all he knew was trickery, she would try to hold on to whatever remaining integrity she had. The silky feel of a thick fingers sliding up her back, over her shoulder blades, and up the tender skin on the line of her neck sent another tremor through Aneisa. Jayson cupped her face; the warmth of his hands was intoxicating. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers and the rest of the world fell away. There was no music, no other people, nothing to keep them apart any longer. All she felt, all she knew…was Jayson. Her fingers walked slowly up his shirt then dipped down in his open collar. Her little digits danced
across the top of his chest and teased his exposed skin into tiny prickles. The tip of his dick jerked then started to stab through his jeans and into the center of bellybutton. Her hands dropped down, then both of her palms found their way under the hem of his shirt and landed flat against his tense back. Aneisa pressed her breasts deeper into his stomach and Jayson’s body responded by pushing his cock further into hers. He shoved his tongue to the back of her throat and pulled her juices into his mouth. She groaned and sank her nails into the hard skin of his back causing him to growl out in return. He kissed her deeper and sucked on her tongue. She wasn’t concerned with who was spying on them, not caring if anyone – not even Shane – was watching them. Jayson’s hands found Aneisa’s two globed cheeks and squeezed hard, making her jump further into his hold. Their slow dance crawled to a heated slow grind. Aneisa was hungry to feel his hardness filling up her silky walls. His teasing was becoming unbearable. He broke the kiss and she shamelessly panted for more.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he breathed out over her wet mouth. She shook her side slightly. There was no way she could deny him, not when her very sanity was hanging on his every touch to her skin. Somehow, she had closed her eyes without realizing it. He used the tip of his nose to coax them open. “Tell me I can have you, Aneisa.” Her pulse was erratic. She nodded slightly, uncertainly. Jayson crooked his finger and lifted her chin so she had no choice but to have direct contact with his scorching blue gaze. “Say…the words…or I walk away.” Her answer to his ultimatum would set an irreversible series of consequences in motion. Right here and right now, she could end the twisted affair. She could seek out Shane, tell him the truth about her sexual encounter with his friend, and hope he would forgive her betrayal. All she had to do was to decide then to act. “Yes,” she eked out in a whisper, “you can
have me.” Her fate was sealed, her doom was certain, and Aneisa wanted to experience so much more of this frantic feeling coursing through her veins. Jayson bent down and scooped her up, pulling her into a spiral of lust and passion that Aneisa didn’t want to escape.
The nightspot was teaming with people, so Jayson backed them out through the rear doors and into the warm evening air.
With Aneisa’s slim body firmly attached to him, he walked them over to a secluded spot at the furthest end of the back of the brick building, where the least amount of light would be shining on them. He kissed her again, savoring the flavor of her cinnamon tinted lips. He pushed his weight against her and pressed her back into the wall. The instant he did so, a stab of guilt touched his mind. The surface was too hard for her and he didn’t want to hurt her. Ordinarily, Jayson would have mentally kicked away this kind of concern; however, this time, against the wishes of his darker side, he listened to his conscience. He moved back and gently placed Aneisa onto her little feet. She motioned as if she were going to go down on him, and he stopped her by taking hold of her elbows. “No,” he said in a low and tight voice, while he eased her up into a standing position. “I want to see your face.” He cupped her cheeks again and kissed her lips before picking her back up into his arms. As much as he wanted to have her mouth covering the full length of his throbbing cock, he wanted her to be different
from the others. He wanted a connection with her while they were joined together. This sudden rush of sentimental emotion surprised him; in fact, whatever was churning inside of him for Aneisa was scaring the shit out of him, but Jayson felt like he was helpless to stop its effects from working through his system. He placed his own back against the wall and positioned Aneisa so that she would be as comfortable as possible in his hold. He rained tiny kisses down the slope of her neck while he threaded his fingers in her dark brown shoulder length hair. The deeper his kisses became, the more she tossed back her lovely neck and pushed her hot pussy forward on his stomach. Her wetness was starting to leak through her panties. He could feel the thick moisture soaking through the front of his shirt. The scent of her juices was driving him into a frenzied disorder. The craving to be moving inside of Aneisa was building to mind blowing urgency. Jayson suddenly realized this was all wrong. He wanted to please this woman so much that he didn’t want to fuck her outside. She deserved more, or at least not to be in full view of whoever decided to stumble upon their intimate encounter.
He broke from his kisses and she stared at him with hungry eyes; they were the most sensual shade of brown he had ever seen. “Why did you stop?” Her voice was velvety soft, like a sweet innocence and an inflamed passion mixed as one. Jayson’s fingers massaged her scalp; he was helpless to resist giving her the tender affection. Every stroke from the tips of his digits seemed to sooth both of them. He swallowed before making his proposal. “Let me take you home with me.” Aneisa’s gaze dropped away. “I can’t leave.” “Why not?” His agitation was returning. He was offering her more of himself and she was refusing. Was this going to happen with every woman who awakened genuine emotions within him? “Shane would know about us.” “So what?” Jayson was well aware that his buddy Shane was being fully occupied with Mia. Even if he weren’t, Jayson didn’t give a shit whether or not his old friend
knew what his plans for Aneisa were. Shane didn’t even deserve to have such a special woman in his life. It was obvious he didn’t know how to satisfy her the way she craved, not the way Jayson had already done with confidence and ease. If that fact weren’t absolute truth, then Aneisa wouldn’t be here with him right now, cuddling up next to him, breathless for more. His earlier intentions, of keeping their affair covert, were slipping away. His need to claim Aneisa as his own had doubled. Jayson’s fascination was no longer due to simply trying to get off by playing a sick game with the couple; now he actually wanted Aneisa all to himself. Having a chance to truly take in her natural beauty was captivating another part of his mind and sent his yearning for her to a raging peak. He was experiencing pieces of himself that had become like strangers to him. They were the parts of his former self – devotion, affection, true passion – he missed the most. His few moments alone with Aneisa had been some of the only times Jayson had been able to escape his dismal memories of his love for Summer. The surreal truth was staring back at him behind a pair of stunning brown irises on a perfectly angelic face.
Jayson twisted his fingers a little tighter in her hair. He eased her head back and put his angular nose to the side of her neck. In response to his mounting frustration for her refusal to leave with him, he closed his eyes and breathed out hard. He wanted to have Aneisa splashing her thick and silky pussy juices down his cock, that part hadn’t changed. His lust was boiling over and Jayson hadn’t forgotten the key to capturing her arousal. She liked to play rough sometimes, and she also enjoyed a bit of domination. It was one of the reasons why his time with her had remained so crystal clear in his memories. He would be the man she wanted him to be all over again. He would be big badass Jayson – use her and then walk away, if that’s what she really wanted. In a way, he was glad she turned down his offer. Love had ruined his life once before and he didn’t want to go through that tragedy ever again. He nipped the skin of her neck and she moaned. “Ride me…hard.” He spoke his command in a rough tone that sent gooseflesh over Aneisa’s skin. And then we’re through…forever, this time ,
he thought to himself. Aneisa placed a tight grip on his neck so he could reach down into the pocket of his jeans and then wrap his hardness. When he was finished, Jayson’s hands disappeared under her dress and grabbed two big handfuls of her lusciously supple round ass. His fingernails dug into her soft cheeks, forcing her to climb up higher into his hold. Aneisa’s knees clutched the sides of his waist, and she pushed her pussy into his stomach. With impatient strength, Jayson used a single hand to snatch her bikini panties to one side while he used his other palm to position his steel hard cock at the opening of her dripping pussy. Her hot juices dribbled down onto the tip of his fat cock head and he sucked in a sharp breath. He was ready for his first cum shot before he had even entered her. Without being able to control his dizzying and tender passion for Aneisa, Jayson leaned his face in and devoured her lips with his own. She fed into his sloppy and frenzied kiss, causing the pulsing veins along his shaft to triple in thickness. One forceful thrust upward and he was embedded inside of her warm walls, and it
felt like home. A home he never knew he had existed or that he had been missing. Her tiny pussy hole stretched open for his thick dick and then collapsed around his throbbing shaft. Aneisa didn’t waste any time doing as he had told her. Once his long length was buried deep up her soaked pussy, she pushed her curved hips down hard on him, sealing Jayson inside. The tip of her womb bounced on his cock while she bobbed up and down on his waist. The effects of their feverish kiss coupled with the stimulating sensation of Aneisa’s cunt massaging his cock caused Jayson’s vision to double. He tightened his eyes and gave in to the scorching heat filling his torso and winding his stomach muscles into stiff knots. Aneisa’s ass cheeks jiggled wildly in his hands. He could no longer resist the impulse to hammer away inside her. Jayson grabbed hold of her hips, lifted her up high and off his dick, then slammed her back down onto his rock hard cock, driving his pole savagely up her slick pussy. “Again,” she yelled out into the empty space surrounding them.
He did so, over and over. Each pump was harder and more intense than the last, stretching out her pussy folds to their limits with every thrust. Aneisa threw back her head and received each stiff ram with an expression of pleasure and appeasement. A long bead of sweat inched its way around his forehead, over his temple, and down the side of Jayson’s face. The prickly sensation that signaled his climax was near crawled to the tip of his cock and spread out through his pounding veins. Jayson planted his face between her two breasts and cursed inwardly because they were not in a more private setting. If they had been, he would have stripped Aneisa absolutely naked. He wanted to suckle the sensual breasts that were hiding beneath the top of the dress and to taste her dark blueberry nipples on the center of his tongue. Aneisa screamed and pushed down sharply on his dick, engulfing his entire length in her drenched hole. A trickling feeling, like a warming glow, slid down his hard shaft as she whimpered out her orgasm several times over. While Aneisa grabbed at the wet strands of his slick hair, Jayson shoved deeper and deeper inside of the one woman who was able to help him toss away
all of his cares and appease his inner turmoil. Her hot walls were fresh with smoldering juices and Jayson could no longer control the massive explosion building inside cock. He mashed his face against the cloth of her dress and used his enormous strength to lift Aneisa and heave her down for one final intensely deep stroke. His rigid manhood filled her dripping cunt. His lungs expanded and Jayson growled out his earth-shaking release. Four hot streams rapidly burst from his cock; then he collapsed against the brick wall – exhausted and satisfied. With one hand still holding Aneisa up and pasted to his chest, Jayson used a free hand to pull her into another, softer kiss. For the first time, in a very long time, he had found a little corner of peace in his mind. Aneisa had replaced a small part of the dark emptiness lurking inside of him with a new feeling…happiness. He secretly wished he knew how to make this newfound connection between them more permanent, more personal. He didn’t want to walk away from her and leave behind the first taste of joy he had experienced in over a year, but he had to. This is what
she wanted, no strings. too…right?
This is what he wanted
PART III Sharing Lovers
The sound of a car horn blasting through the calm evening air startled Aneisa back to a shocking reality. She sucked large gulps of oxygen into her lungs and tried to shake off the intoxicating spell Jayson had cunningly looped around her. When she looked into his face, covered by a thin layer of perspiration, Aneisa was taken aback by what she saw there. The cold and cruel blue had been replaced by a warm and affectionate shade of cobalt. The deception in his face had been substituted with the allusion of adoration swirling behind his tender gaze. These new – more sentimental – emotions she perceived bubbling up inside of Jayson were too much for Aneisa to take on all at once. They pulled at the delicate strings of her heart; and she was dangerously close to believing there was more than lust floating in his mind for her. Had they truly formed some kind of arousing and gentle bond so quickly? No, this was another trap. He had taken her as his secret lover twice in one day, and he was already trying to calculate and plan out another way of making
her into his long-term fool. She wouldn’t allow him to drag her life down any further into the muddy waters. She wiggled in his arms, hoping he would get the hint that she was ready to stand up on her own two feet. Jayson’s fingertips touched the sensitive spot at the center of her lower back, sending a shiver up her spine. He gripped her tighter, as if he were reluctant to separate their two damp bodies. More games, Aneisa mentally snapped at herself. He’s trying to convince you that he cares . What a joke. From everything she had recently discovered about this new and improved Jayson, he was a coldhearted deceiver who was never to be trusted. His sole purpose was to take whatever he wanted, despite the mountain of consequences piling up with each passing second they remained in one another’s arms, and she had become his willing accomplice. True, he was also an ultra sexy alpha who had set her heart on fire and who had thoroughly drowned her with a fit of uncontrollable lust – twice. Nevertheless, these were dangerous qualities in a man and only heaped on to a growing list of reasons for her to escape from him. She
wanted to blot out her presence from this sick tale of warped desire as fast as possible, and hide – under the bed, if needed – until this storm blew out of her life. When Jayson wouldn’t release Aneisa willingly, she unlocked her legs from around his waist. She didn’t care if she dropped down to the ground on her ass; all she wanted was to get as far away from this cunning seducer as possible. As her legs started to slip down his hips, Jayson regained control of her body and steadied her balance. He stared at her intensely for one more silent moment, and then he slowly bent down to set her standing straight up on the concrete walkway. The pair stood facing each other in a delayed and hushed pause. “I’m sorry,” Jayson finally whispered down to her. Aneisa’s mouth nearly dropped open when her ears picked up his raspy apology. He stepped up to her, closing the sliver of space she had tried to use as a barrier between them. “Aneisa, when I saw you again, I had to have you.” His long fingers touched her cheek, causing a wave of arousal to cascade down through the valley
between her moistened breasts. “I tried to push it away, but the closer you moved toward me, the more intense the need became.” She was stunned. He had felt their overwhelming link as well. Even from across a crowded room, she had been drawn to Jayson’s ethereal charisma. The second they had locked eyes inside the lounge, he had become the only man who existed for her. Did he have the same reaction when she was near? Where would this craziness lead them? Jayson and Shane were friends – good friends. Was it possible he was purposefully trying to destroy both a friendship and a future marriage all at once? Was it so easy for him to do such terrible acts? If the answers were yes, he was definitely not the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life being absurdly and uncontrollably attracted to. All of this madness had to stop, right now. “Why are you telling me this?” It was a sincere question and he would, undoubtedly, provide an answer she probably wouldn’t want to hear. Whatever it was, it had a great potential
to drag her further into his grip. Jayson had a way of spinning his words into enticing demands and propositions. She found that it was disturbingly hard to simply nod and walk away from him. His fingertips slid down from her cheek and positioned themselves on the crook of her neck, successfully intensifying the steamy drizzle starting to gather between her thighs. “I’m telling you this…and only you…because I want you, Aneisa.” He cupped the back of her neck and eased his face down and forward, preparing to ignite another burning kiss with her. “I want you to know me…the real me. There’s more than a physical attraction growing between us, and I don’t want to let it go…I don’t want to let you go…not yet.” Their lips touched. His mouth was warm and moist, and she wanted to feel his tongue sweeping across her lips one more time. She took a chance and flicked her tongue over his top lip. Jayson hissed low and snapped his eyelids closed. “Come home with me, baby…please.” His hot breath poured over Aneisa’s naked shoulders. His lids lifted and the sapphire blue jewels
staring back at her immediately entranced her. Mere seconds before she was about to give in to temptation and to follow Jayson wherever he beckoned her to go, a sharp clicking noise caught Aneisa’s ears. She jerked her head away from Jayson’s kiss and turned to the right, the direction from which the sound was coming. She spied the source of the clatter and the sight sent her blood boiling to new heights. The sound of Mia’s stilettos stomping against the hard concrete was causing all of the sharp clicks. It was no surprise that Shane was hugging close to her side; however, seeing them moving from across the darkened parking lot was a true stunner. The slinking couple was headed back toward the club, but from where? A parked vehicle? On instinct, Aneisa turned to walk away and make quick steps toward discovering the answers to her questions. Before her wedge sandal moved one inch closer to her new destination, a strong hand clutched her upper arm and halted her pace. Lips pressed into her ear, followed by a solemn and confident vow. “This isn’t over, Aneisa. Not even close.”
Jayson made the promise to her in a low bass that rattled her concentration. “Look, there they are…over there in that corner.” The sound of the devilish female – Mia James – pointing out their location helped Aneisa to regain her focus. Suddenly, Shane and Mia weren’t the only ones who were under suspicion. How quickly she had forgotten what a naughty deed she had just finished partaking in. Was it fair to suspect her boyfriend of cheating when Aneisa was already a confirmed and willing culprit of an even worse act? Her head dropped down as she gave herself the once over to check if her clothes were in a presentable appearance. Luckily, since she was wearing a dress made of light material that easily fell back into place, she was. She didn’t look in any obvious state of dishevel, not even after her nasty and satisfying romp outside. The faint sound of a zipper echoed behind her but the sound wasn’t loud enough to reach the approaching couple. Five more steps and the vixen stopped front and center. Mia eyed both of them knowingly. There
was a slight smirk hovering on her lips, now suspiciously absent of that distinctive plum shade of gloss. Aneisa made a mental note of that interesting little observation. Next, her sight went over to her wayward fiancé, whose eyes were big and round; a look of muted surprise was painted over his pale face. For the second time tonight, Shane was cloaked in an awkward silence. “We were looking all over for you guys,” Mia chirped out, with more enthusiasm in her voice than was actually necessary. “We couldn’t find you anywhere. Where did you go?” Unfortunately, Aneisa’s focus was still slightly spinning as a result of her torrid sex play with Jayson and the revelations he had laid on her afterward. She was having a difficult time accepting his confession of wanting her as more than a mere passing lover, so no words came through when Mia set her verbal snare. “What a coincidence,” Jayson’s smooth voice floated in from over Aneisa’s shoulder, “we walked back here looking for you two. It’s so tight in there,” he motioned his head to suggest the nightclub they were standing next to, “we thought maybe you
came out to get some fresh air.” He lied so easily and casually that it scared Aneisa. Did that mean everything he had said to her less than two minutes ago was also a handful of sweet lies? “Maybe we should all step back inside and try to finish up our night,” Shane finally spoke up. His voice was shaky and uneven. He didn’t sound sure of his suggestion; he did, however, sound like he needed to make a hasty breakup of this little Q&A session. “No,” Aneisa answered louder than she had intended. On after thought, she was glad the word came out to harsh. This troublesome day and night required a definitive ending; it had already stretched out for far too long. “I’m done and I’m leaving.” She threw her hands up in the air while she pushed past Shane and Mia, and abandoned Jayson behind her. “Shane you can come if you want to…or not…but I’m going home.” There was no apology necessary; her rude behavior was justified. Aneisa wanted to put this entire bucket of mess in a dark closet and forget about it forever and always. She walked toward where Shane
had parked, not caring whether or not he was following her. She didn’t have the keys, but it didn’t matter. If he decided he wanted to stay and wallow in misery for a while longer, she would call a cab or jump on a bus – whichever was the fastest possible escape from this mayhem.
The ride home with Shane was a silent and dreary one. Aneisa had showered and changed for bed long before her boyfriend climbed in next to her. While she was facing the window, he had crept through the door, turned out the light and positioned himself on the opposite side of the bed, leaving a large gap between their prone bodies. There would be no exchange of loving words to finish out this night. Instead, the gloomy mood that had crept in and invaded their once quiet and normal life together was determined to remain hovering over them. While Aneisa lay next to Shane’s sleeping form, her mind was held up in a complicated thought. Sleep was allusive and she alternated between rolling from her side and onto her back several times over. Her mind wouldn’t let go of memories of Jayson. She replayed her crazed and intensely orgasmic rendezvous with him repeatedly. Each time heightened her craving to feel his skin pasted to hers again, to hear his rough voice barking out lurid commands that pushed her ecstasy to
the tipping point. Yet, there was more to him than his sexy domination. It wasn’t hard to read in those deep blue eyes how he was a broken man, who was fighting to keep his mind intact. Could she really be the one to bring him back from the brink of self-destruction? Or would her concern become a double-edged sword, allowing Jayson to drag her down into the pit with him? Everything was so confusing, and her mind was frantic. She didn’t know – or didn’t want to know – which direction was the right way to turn. Take a chance on pursuing her heart’s desire and tightening her budding link with Jayson or hold on the stable life she had set up for herself with Shane? She hated having the knowledge of cheating on Shane clawing at her mind but she loved how Jayson’s seduction had carried away from her lackluster daily routine. Even now, as she relived the scene where he had made her strip for him and then forced her to practically beg him to fuck her ass, Aneisa’s personal lubricant started to seep in a heavy flow across the crotch of her small panties. She could feel the sticky dew slowly gathering and inching toward her inner thighs.
Her dark brown eyes slid to the right corners of her eyelids, trying to judge if Shane were still asleep or not. There was a chance he wasn’t sleeping at all, only silently lying there. He was hiding a secret too; she could feel it. His usual cheerfulness was overshadowed by an eerie muteness. He never did share the details of his afternoon meeting with one of the students who attended his undergrad class. He was determined to maintain an unbreakable silence on the event, and that worried Aneisa more than she was willing to admit. There were way too many obvious clues floating in her face for Aneisa to pretend blindness. Again, her own guilt for her attraction to and affair with Jayson kept her in a silent distress regarding the giant rift spreading between her and the man who was going to be her husband. She used the pinky on her left hand to twirl the trio of 1ct. diamonds from right to left on her ring finger. A sudden impulse to snatch the engagement ring off of her hand hit her hard, but she resisted. After a few more minutes of monitoring his breathing and observing the steady rise and fall of his bare shoulders, Aneisa was satisfied with assuming Shane had departed this conscious world. She never
liked to tease herself in front of him. For some reason, it always felt wrong. She had to hold in the laugh that nearly escaped her throat. For someone who had allowed a man she hadn’t seen in over a year to shove his cock up her ass, how was it possible she was embarrassed to masturbate in front of her own fiancé? While Shane went on dreaming of whatever or whoever had stolen his attention away from her, Aneisa went to work trying to please herself into a heated release. Her thin brown fingers slipped beneath the elastic band hugging her hips. Her index finger made its way – discreetly – over her triangular patch of fine dark hairs, and found its way to her clit. The instant she touched the little button, her nipples hardened. Aneisa’s pussy was fully juiced in seconds. Her clit pulsed to life as she stroked it gently, back and forth, and then moved her fingertip over the slick nub in tiny circles. Mm, a tiny moan slipped through her lips and Shane stirred next to her. Aneisa held her position, unsure if he had completely awakened or not. When he didn’t move again, she silently released the breath she had been
holding and went back to rubbing the wet fingers of her hand over her folds and then dipping them into the center of her tight pussy hole. A flashback from earlier whizzed through her mind. Jayson was sucking her dripping cunt lips again, and then ferociously tongue fucking her. Her hips gyrated as she relived every second of him tasting her. Her dark nipples became razor sharp and poked up against the white fabric of her thin strapped nightshirt. Before she could finish bringing herself to the edge of bliss, a much larger hand slipped under the waistband of her panties and covered hers. It was Shane’s hand. He must have awakened after she bucked her hips slightly. Aneisa was too afraid – or maybe too ashamed – to look at his face. She was afraid of the disapproval she might she in his emerald eyes. He had never seemed very interested in rough or explicit fantasies of any kind. Missionary was their usual position. It had never been one of Aneisa’s favorite ways to take a dick but, because she loved Shane and wanted to have a happy life with him, she had been content to settle on however he wanted to make love.
With his hand covering hers so tightly, having caught her in the act of self-stimulation, Aneisa thought maybe he was trying to stop her or to shun her for what she was doing. Instead, when she finally gathered enough courage to face him, his eyes sparkled in the dim moonlight filtering into the bedroom. He was watching her with the most intense gaze she had ever seen on his handsome Irish face. His nostrils were flaring out. Did he smell the lust for sex she had been trying to hide? Was he angry with her? She pulled her hand out of her panties but Shane’s remained behind. His thick fingers were covering her hot coochie. While she stared into his eyes, unable to think or to move away, Aneisa felt Shane’s hand twitch. First one, then two more, then all of his digits pushed against her cunt and gripped her kitten tight. He leaned over and his moist lips kissed her hard while his tongue dug into her mouth. There was real passion in his affection, much more than she was use to receiving from his usually polite kisses. She allowed her legs to hang open wider, her knees moved to either side. The heavy pads of Shane’s fingers began to rub her clit, forcing it to engorge with
anticipation. Aneisa’s eyes slipped close while he played in her pussy, causing her pearl drops to gather and spill out into a puddle on the sheets below. It was Shane’s hand fingering her and dipping savagely deep into her cunt, but it was Jayson’s face she was in her head. Shane released her lips and his greedy mouth went down to the spot where her taut nipples were waiting. With his free hand he jerked up her top and immediately went to suckling her blackberry nipples. While Shane’s fingers were jammed deep up her cunt hole, Aneisa pushed her hips down further to receive more of him inside her depths. She panted hard and moaned aloud. Without warning, Shane moved his heavy body over and settled his weight between her sweaty thighs. He paused his sensual play and reached into the bedside drawer to snatch out a foil packet. After which, he pulled his rod from the opening at the middle of his boxers and placed his dickhead at her moistened entrance. He pushed hard to gain access to her sugary walls, with enough force to move her deeper into the mattress. Shane pumped her hole with so much chaotic
energy that Aneisa had to bite her lip while she received his aggressive thrusts. This is how she wanted him to take her – hard and angry – just like her Jayson had done so well. Long and filling shoves opened her up to him. She loved how his heavy balls rubbed against her ass as he moved inside her. Her drenched walls clamped down around his cock and squeezed it tight. He went forward and leaned his forehead against the pillow while his cock vigorously rubbed the skin surrounding her wet opening. Another handful of thrusts and Shane arched his back and spilled his seed inside of her. He mashed his face further into her pillow and Aneisa heard him mumble something softly but she couldn’t understand the words he spoke. Then, just as quickly as he said the mute phrase, his head shot up. Shane stared at her. There was confusion in his eyes. He looked as if he were trying to read her face, to interpret her expression. Green eyes watched her intensely. When he squinted, she could tell he was trying to put recognition to her face. He looked almost as if he didn’t know who she was, or was he expecting someone else in her place? “Shane…what is it?”
Aneisa’s legs were still spread for him and she could feel him going flaccid. He shook his russet colored hair and snapped his eyes shut. When he opened them again, whatever spell he was under was broken. “Nothing, babe,” he spoke quietly as he moved away and then settled himself back onto his side of the bed. Aneisa turned on her side. It was her turn to watch him with observant eyes. She had missed something important. Could it have been the unheard words he had spoken? Her ears had neglected to catch whatever Shane had mouthed during his fit of untamed passion. “Why did you look so…confused?” He never turned to regain eye contact with her. “Confused? No, I’m fine. I just…didn’t realize what I was doing, that’s all.” She touched the curve of his shoulder but he still didn’t turn back toward her. “We were making love,” Aneisa’s voice was low. It had been the best sex the pair had ever
experienced together. Perhaps he didn’t feel the same way. This type of intense and forceful lovemaking had never suited his tastes; maybe he was ashamed of what he had done. After an extended pause of empty space, Shane finally lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. His eyes were shallow. He was looking at her as if she were someone who suddenly turned up next to him in bed and not like his future wife whom he loved and adored. “Aneisa,” he swallowed and cleared his throat, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry…why?” Was he about to admit the terrible truth she had been anxiously expecting? “I don’t know what I was thinking. It was all a mistake. I mean…it won’t happen again. Goodnight.” Before Aneisa could respond, Shane turned away from her again. As she was about to touch his shoulder again a horrible sight halted her motion. Scratches. Long, jagged, and red tinted welts lined the length of both of his shoulder blades; and the marks were not her doing. For whatever reason she had not
noticed them beforehand; however, now they were painfully obvious to set eyes on. She wanted to shake him from his rest, to demand an explanation for his telltale injuries. Then it occurred to her. If she forced him to recount what had taken place for every minute of time they had been separated, wouldn’t he expect the same of her? It seemed this dreadful day wouldn’t release its terrible grip on them. She had somehow become an adulterous woman lying next to an abruptly deceitful man. Would this nightmare never end? Sleep was no longer an option for Aneisa. For the remainder of the night, she stared blankly at a white ceiling and hoped for a moment of peace in a life that was suddenly spiraling out of control.
Jayson’s swollen triceps strained hard. He used his Olympic strength to finish out the rep and push the weights up from his chest and into their resting place. “Good set, man,” the guy who had been spotting him patted his wet shoulder and walked away to start his own workout. “Thanks,” Jayson mumbled and sat up straight on the weight bench. He used his towel to wipe the heavy sweat from his face and then rubbed it through his soaked hair. He had purposefully put himself through a torturous and physically brutal workout today. The best way to release all of his inner frustrations was to hammer them out at the gym. He had arrived a little after dawn and went straight to work. Jayson ran on the treadmill until his legs felt like they were going to break beneath him, then lifted his torso into no less than two hundred hanging crunches. He had refused to stop until he was dizzy and his stomach had coiled in dozens of tight knots. While all of this would ease his nerves for an hour or
two, at most, it would also add to his pounds of ripped hard muscles. From his square shoulders, over his wide chest and flat stomach, down his solid back and onward to his toned thighs and calves, Jayson was in peak physical condition. A grueling week and a half had passed by since his sanity had been tested and his nerves had been scraped to a raw and unsettling edge. He hadn’t heard from Shane or Mia, which was fine by him. The silence from Aneisa was what was causing his newfound inner turmoil. Lingering and heated thoughts of her still ran through his mind like a runaway train. When he was with her, a sense of peace had settled on him; when she was far away, he experienced the absence like a crushing pain. How had his feelings for her morphed so rapidly into such an intense longing? Why couldn’t he shake the vision of her lovely hazelnut shaded face from his mind? He had successfully fought off the dangerous effects of love and resisted falling into that trap for over a year, and now Aneisa was bring that spell full circle back to his doorstep once more. The last time they were together, he had told her his intent was on having her again – as many times as he needed to – but a
smarter move would be to leave a bad situation behind him while he still had a fighting chance to escape its hold. After all, hadn’t he proved his point? He had the power to take whatever he desired whenever the urge hit. So all was settled. He would work his muscles into a tired mush if he had to, whatever was necessary to leave Aneisa Kane where she belonged – unhappily ever after with her fiancé. She would never admit what anyone with clear vision could easily see. Aneisa wasn’t satisfied with her life with Shane. She shouldn’t have to settle for a man who offered her less than his unflinching and eternal devotion and passion; however, if that was the life she chose to live, so be it. Jayson wasn’t going to be the one to cut off her self-imposed misery, not when he could barely battle his own. A sharp spark, like a tiny electrical pulse, zapped his brain and whizzed over his sweaty skin. Was it possible they were destined to save one another? A man and a woman, who were both trapped in barren existences, helping the other to finally take a refreshing breath and to find a second chance at living a blissful life?
Jayson shook his head and knocked the idea away. Who was he kidding? Bullshit fairy tale endings didn’t exist for a guy like him. It was a harsh reality he had experienced in vivid and colorful detail. He failed at matters of the heart and misery loved him. He would probably spend the rest of his days in a warped cycle of either running away from or head first into love. And there was no one who could save him from that fate. A sliver of contentment slid into his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth lifted to form a small smile. Maybe Aneisa’s fate wouldn’t be as awful. The part of him that clung to his old nice guy ways genuinely wanted her to be happy, with whoever had the ability to make that ending into a reality for such a special woman, even if it wasn’t him. If a man truly cared for a woman and knew his presence would only cause the object of his affection more harm than any type of good, he should leave her in peace. Jayson would do the same for Aneisa, despite a burning desire to be near her soothing flame once more. By one o’clock, he was finishing up morning rounds at the local hospital. Jayson walked down the stone stairs
outside of the place where he was fulfilling his workstudy requirements for his internal medicine studies. He was one of five students handpicked from his medical school to be admitted into the accelerated program, but it was an achievement that brought him little joy. He made his way up the bustling late afternoon city street and toward his favorite deli shop to pick up his lunch order. A half a block away from the county hospital, he settled himself on the marbled edge of a fountain stationed outside of the city’s central park. Pretty girls and stunning women walked by and cast alluring glances at the young doctor-in-training, who was dressed in pale green hospital scrubs. With one foot up on the fountain’s ledge and the other leaning on the concrete below, Jayson purposefully ignored them all. All they saw were his rugged Viking-warrior features. Out of the twenty or more who made an overzealous effort to capture his attention, none of them cared one ounce about the person dwelling inside of the chiseled physique. There was only one woman on his mind and only one woman he wanted to grant access to his fragile heart, and he had already decided she would be the very last woman he would be seeking out any
time soon – if ever again. As his eyes absently roamed around the shopping lane located across the street from the park and the fountain, Jayson looked from one storefront to other. Unexpectedly, he caught sight of a familiar pair of sexy brown legs. From white tennis shoes, up past a dark blue mini skirt, and over a sleeveless white top, he followed every curve of the slender body until his vision landed on the face he was hoping to see. Aneisa was stepping out of a bakery and her head was down. While she used her thumbs to type out a message on a little pink cell phone, she clutched a coffee cup in the crook of her elbow. Her hair was swept up in to a single ponytail, which hung down to her neck. To Jayson, she was like a perfect picture that captured the essence of classic beauty. His heart tapped frantically then skipped two beats. He had nearly forgotten what it was like to experience delight at seeing someone whom he adored, to a certain extent. When Jayson’s eyes moved upward another two feet, he immediately squashed any thoughts of calling out to her. The overhead sign read Fantasy Wedding Cakes and Catering and it was a much-
needed reminder of the promise he had made to avoid bringing any more upheaval into her life. He summoned the splash of decency remaining within him and used it to turn his face away. If he believed in luck, she wouldn’t see him at all and would continue on with the rest of her day and her life; if he believed in miracles, she would see him and would experience the same heart-pounding thrill that was racing its way through the center of his chest. His appetite deserted him and there was no reason to stay put. He rose from his place, tossed the sandwich and soda in the trash bin, and prepared for a brooding walk back to work. “Jayson!” Before reaching the corner, a voice called out from a few feet behind him. He didn’t need to guess at the owner of the velvety voice. His back was facing her and he had enough time to make exactly one move. Forward or backward. Jayson could turn around and find a way of convincing himself and Aneisa that they were destined to be each other’s saving grace. Or…he could keep walking and pretend as if he hadn’t heard her calling to him. If he did so, she may decide to turn
away and keep them from going any further down this treacherous road they had dared to stumble upon. The choice was his and his mind was made up. “Jayson!” His sharp reflexes reacted and he twisted his upper body just in time to catch her, but not fast enough to keep the coffee cup from splashing liquid over its lid. Aneisa had been less than a foot behind him when she called his name the second time. When he motioned toward her so abruptly, she must have been startled and lost her balance. Aneisa’s hands were anchored onto his big forearms. Jayson held on to her slim waist and kept her steady until she regained her balance. “Thanks,” she giggled low. “That was close. I almost took a nasty fall in front the entire lunch crowd.” “Not close enough. Was that coffee still hot?” A large tan stain from the creamed coffee was covering the right side of her chest. Aneisa looked down and spotted the blotch on her formerly crisp white shirt. “Oh, man.” She sucked her teeth after she spoke. “No, it wasn’t…thankfully. This top, however,
is ruined. And, as a bonus, I get to walk around downtown looking like a clumsy child.” When she glanced up at him with a small grin, those big brown eyes looped him in a trance. Jayson was momentarily stuck for words in response to her wit. He could tell she was trying to find some humor in the situation but was sulking inside. “You can rinse it out at my apartment…if you want.” After he made the offer, he realized how suggestive it might sound in her ears. Nonetheless, it was too late to rescind the invitation, not that he wanted to. It was the least he could do to make amends for stomping into her life and creating all of the mayhem he had last week. Besides, he didn’t know of anyone who could laugh at the possibility of every person for the next twenty city blocks staring at you with amusement. His Aneisa somehow managed a smile anyway. She was an easygoing person, with a lot of laughter inside, and Jayson wanted to be a part of that experience. “Um,” those doe eyes watched him cautiously, “I should probably try to make it back home to get cleaned up. It’s no big deal.”
“Aneisa,” he tried to make his words sound as honorable as possible, “I don’t want you to have to walk around covered in coffee.” He crossed his index finger over his heart and she laughed out loud. “I promise to be a good boy…you have my word.” Her dazzling smile tempted him at wanting to lean in and kiss her. He wanted her to look at him with true lover’s eyes and to return his kiss with a committed heart. Jayson wanted something deeper to develop with Aneisa; more than a roll around a living room floor or a fling at a nightclub. His attraction to her was a magnetic bond he was afraid would leave him ruined for a second time, but it was also an irresistible inferno that he was hopelessly succumbing to.
PART IV Truth & Consequences
Against her better judgment, Aneisa decided to accept Jayson’s offer. She already felt the stares starting to fly her way and twenty blocks of that would probably have her mouth packed with a variety of choice words to return to the scoffers. Plus, more than a week had passed since her steamy encounters with Jayson, and that seemed like plenty of time for their frazzled emotions to cool down. If she hadn’t have thought so, she wouldn’t have called out to him when she was leaving the cake shop. In and out, ten minutes…tops. She reasoned with herself that a quick stopover would do no more harm than what had already been done. They were both consenting and slightly mature
young adults. If he made a shifty move, she would politely decline and make her way out the door at a record shattering pace. “Fine,” Aneisa smiled up at him. Her mind worked furiously to keep her senses calm as those blue eyes sparkled down at her and his gold tinted hair reflected the bright rays of the late spring sun. “Where do you live?” “Not far, just up the block.” She hoped that adorable grin he was beaming in her direction wouldn’t make a sucker out of her for a third round. She quickly decided his charm would fail this time. She and Shane had a quaint talk the morning after the awkward night they had fumbled through. Neither of them was willing to admit they had been unfaithful to the other; however, they both agreed their marriage plans should still go forward. They were equally intelligent and ambitious people, and they made an ideal and safe couple. By safe, each silently hoped there would be no more unscheduled surprises jumping out of the closet; all skeletons were to be officially buried and never spoken of again. It was a plan that was easy to go along with. To seal the deal, they had
also decided to bump up their wedding date, thus Aneisa’s need to visit a caterer well ahead of her original schedule. She wondered if she hadn’t decided on that particular shop and had not been exiting at that exact moment, would she have ever crossed paths with Jayson again? He had made no contact with her for well over a week following their raunchy trysts. Not that she was complaining. It was an idyllic close to a worrisome chapter in her life, wasn’t it? Despite the much-needed separation from Jayson, Aneisa had failed to shake away a nagging feeling. She had missed Jayson, more than she had expected to and much more than she should have allowed herself to do. In and out. She repeated the statement and hoped it was seared into her common sense. “Well, let’s get going. I have a few other stops to make.” She really didn’t have anything scheduled that couldn’t wait until the next day, but it seemed like a valid excuse to ensure their time in his home was kept to a strict limit. He laughed. The heavy rumble was the first
real laugh she had seen him give since his return to town. “Like I said, I’ll be a gentleman. You don’t have to make up a reason to run out when we get there.” His grin widened and Jayson threw up his hands to motion out his innocence. “Detergent and cold water is all I’m offering, beautiful lady.” The affectionate nickname lowered her defenses a notch. Obviously, it was hard for him to turn off his natural charm. It would be impossible to deny that she liked how the words dripped off his lips, so she smiled without commenting. “And just to show you what a super nice guy I can be, I’m willing to give you the shirt off my back.” “Huh?” Aneisa raised a suspicious eyebrow. Without further delay, Jayson whipped the green scrub top over his head. The white A-shirt he wore beneath clung to his hard abs and solid torso and granted her full access to the ripped muscles lining his arms and shoulders. She was able to catch her eyes before they had a chance to bulge from the sockets but couldn’t resist biting her bottom lip. When he stepped up closer and motioned for her to lift her arms, she was
practically in a hypnotized state. Then her vision was momentarily covered in green as he slid the shirt over her arms and straightened it out at the hem. “You look great,” Jayson smiled teasingly. Aneisa looked down at her new mismatching outfit. “Uh-huh…yeah…now people are going to laugh twice as hard when they see me.” A firm hand cupped her chin and raised it upward. “Aneisa, as long as you’re with me, I promise no one will ever laugh at you.” His boldness sent a zigzagging chill down through her tummy and deep into her hot spot. Her nipples pebbled and she had to break their eye contact before old feelings came gushing to the surface. The walk was a short one, and Jayson kept close to her side. As promised, no one smirked or laughed or dared look in her direction. Jayson was a human tank rolling next to her. He was like an armed guard keeping watch over valuable cargo. She was sure she had spied out no less than five pedestrians, who were heading toward them in the opposite
direction, take long side steps to give the couple plenty of space. She didn’t know what kind of harsh glare he was casting out and she honestly didn’t want to see it, or it might have made her tremble too. Jayson’s apartment was stationed inside of a multistory complex built on top of a line of restaurants. He unlocked the door then stepped back so Aneisa could enter first. It was a classic bachelor pad set-up – very little furniture and tons of electronics and other tech toys for big boys to play with. “The bathroom is over there,” he motioned to a short hallway to the left of the front door. “I don’t have a washer and dryer up here but I do have a sink and there’s a blow dryer in there somewhere. Start the cold water and I’ll get you the detergent.” He walked ahead through the living room and further into the apartment while she made her way to the bathroom. Once inside, Aneisa eased the door closed behind her. She stared at herself in the mirror, still not believing she was alone with Jayson in his apartment. She did have to compliment his behavior. He was living up to his promise and playing the perfect gentlemen. No naughty or lusty glances were cast in her
direction. So far, so good, she mused at her reflection. Now, her only problem was herself and her own terrible fantasies. Seeing so much more of his sexy physique had caused a sizzling stir in her silky folds. His handsome Roman face, the manly scent from his shirt, and laying eyes on his burly build were all setting her ablaze on the inside. Adding to her feral physical attraction to him, his show of true concern for her wellbeing was wearing down the defenses she had tried to put into place. Despite knowing it would have been better for everyone involved if she had pretended as if she had never spotted him, Aneisa’s heart wouldn’t allow her to simply walk away from Jayson. It had not permitted her to do so the very first day he threw himself into her life like a whirlwind and it would not permit her to do so now. The best she could hope for was to be able to find the will to reign in her overflowing emotions and to stick to her plan of trying her best to live out a normal life with Shane. She lifted her arms, removed Jayson’s scrub shirt, and sat it to the side. Afterwards, she took off her stained shirt, turned on the cold-water faucet, and
dunked the top into the sink. Her hot pink lace bra was all that covered her heavy breasts. A knock followed. She motioned to grab for Jayson’s shirt but the bathroom door opened before she could cover herself. Jayson walked in and stopped short. His fiery dark blue eyes raked over her half naked form before he spoke. An inferno blazed in his irises but was quickly extinguished. “I…thought I heard you say ‘come in’,” he fumbled with his words. “I wanted to give you the washing detergent…I…didn’t mean to walk in on you.” He snatched one more smoldering glance then turned to step away. “No,” the word rushed from her lips and stopped him mid-stride. A small laugh tumbled out afterward. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked already …right?” “True,” he answered. His booming voice was hesitant. He was waging war with himself. The conflict was obvious. He yearned for her as bad as she desired him. There were no obstacles to keep them apart now, only the ones they each had set up for themselves in hopes of
diverting away from their combustible attraction. Aneisa was the first to break the silence. Her words were filled with tremble and uncertainty, yet she had to say them aloud. It was a truth she could no longer deny, not even to herself. “Jayson…I…” One giant footstep was all he needed to close the distance between their awakening bodies. “Say it, Aneisa.” He rested a large palm at the juncture between her neck and cheek. “Say the words. Tell me…and I swear I’m yours forever.” Her pussy gushed at his vow. Was his confession sincere? Was anything about this man honest? Was he the man she had been waiting for her entire life, who would be able to help her finally experience the true pleasures and joys of life? Could he be the one who she wanted to weather the passions and the pains of this world with? There was only one way to find out. “I missed you and I…want you…I need to be with you…only you.” There was so much more to say and to pour out, but that was all Aneisa’s delicate heart would allow
her to expose to him. For now, it would have to be enough. She held an anxious breath for an eternal pause and then the flame ignited. His rose-pink lips collided with hers. Jayson’s kiss was feverish and the effect was rapidly consuming Aneisa. She tossed her arms around his neck and urged him down to her, forcing the full length of her tongue deep into his hot mouth and accepting his digging into hers as well. He bent down and grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her up into her mighty arms with ease. Aneisa frantically breathed in his essence while Jayson stumbled out of the bathroom and moved further up the short hallway toward the master bedroom at the rear. She heard him kick the door open and then felt the soft caress of a thick blanket against her back. Jayson left the kiss, leaving Aneisa squirming to claim his mouth again. He trailed a sizzling line of butterfly kisses over her face. His lips cascaded over her heated skin, stopping at the apex of her D-cup breasts hiding behind the sheer bra. Her puckered nipples poked up at him through the lace material. His mouth snapped closed over her right pebble while his index finger and
thumb tweaked the hardness of her left nipple. The intensity of the nipping from his teeth, coupled with his sensual pinches made Aneisa’s pussy lips drizzle with a fresh coating of squishy dew under her skirt and in her thongs. Jayson pressed his brick hard cock between her legs and she could feel the tip of his dick throbbing for entrance into her folds. Without warning, he leaned away and lifted her from the bed with him. With super human might, Jayson reached behind Aneisa and grabbed hold of the thin bra strap. She heard the loud snap as he broke the clasp, freeing her plump breasts from their holder. In no time at all, he laid her back against the bed and seized both of her luscious brown titties between his big palms. He pushed the soft flesh together and used his wet tongue to flick both of her spiky nipples at once, then engulfed the pair into his wanting and hungry mouth with fierce eagerness. Aneisa’s thighs instinctively locked around Jayson’s midsection, sucking him down flat against her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Foreplay was wonderful but she wanted this delicious man jammed inside of her and loving her the hard way, as only he knew how to
do best. “Now, Jayson,” she moaned and pleaded with him. “It’s been so long, I can’t wait. Fuck me noooowww.” He lapped at her dark areolas once more before pulling back. “No, baby, not yet,” Jayson whispered breathlessly to her. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, then touched his nose to hers while he spoke against her lips. “I’ve been waiting for this and I’m not gonna’ rush…I’m going to take my time with you, Aneisa. First…I taste you…then…I fill you.” He slid down off of her and Aneisa immediately missed his heaviness and warmth. From the edge of the bed, he hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her to him. Her knees fell open wide. With a careful touch, he eased her navy blue skirt over her thighs and placed it on the bed. Then he leaned in closer and pressed his face against her matching hot pink thong. “Aneisa…you smell sooo sweet,” he groaned out while inhaling her scent. “Mmm.” She moaned loudly in response and pushed her twot out toward him, pressing her slippery
cunt lips into his opening mouth. Jayson used the tip of his straight nose to nuzzle away the sliver of sheer material covering her swollen clit. He sucked the little pink bud into his mouth as quickly as it popped out from under its thin hood. Aneisa’s thighs quivered; she squirmed again, grabbing at clumps of his blond hair while he switched between suckling and flicking her clit into a frenzy. As her fever mounted to the peak of an explosive release, he released her engorged bud. Using one swift finger to tug away the rest of the thin crotch of the thong, Jayson buried his lips further into her wet pussy lips. He repeatedly and viciously dipped his long, fat tongue deep into her dripping pink center but refused to allow her to reach her climax. Just when she had climbed to the summit of a euphoric high once more, Jayson took a gorging drink from her pussy then pulled back completely. He stood up tall and pulled his shirt off. Aneisa slid her legs over the edge of the bed. Her heat seeking lips were drawn to his ripped abs. When she made contact with the rigid surface of his stomach, her tongue made a wet path over each row of well-defined muscles on his torso
while her fingers massaged the tense coils in his back. His fingers wove themselves into hair and touched her scalp. He wasted no time in undoing her pony tail and loosening her straightened strands so that Aneisa’s hair fell against her back. One of his hands wrapped her hair into his fist and Jayson eased her head back. She had no choice but to stare up into his commanding gaze. “Are you telling me the truth?” His bass was raspy and filled with inflamed desire. “You want to be mine.” “Yes,” the confession slipped from her trembling lips. “Say it…all at once. I want to feel your words. I want to know if you mean it.” “I want to be yours, Jayson.” She pressed her face against his stomach again and rolled her burning cheek over his moist torso. “You’re the only man for me…the only man I want to belong to. I swear it.” He ran his free fingers through her thick strands then pulled her hair with his fisted hand again. Not enough to hurt but enough to reconnect their eyes – blue burned into brown.
“After today…you’re mine forever, Aneisa. Believe me when I say this to you…I won’t let you go and I won’t let anyone else have you…ever again.” “I don’t want anyone else, Jayson. There is no one else for me…just you.” She spoke the promise and she meant it. He was the only man who stirred up a vibrant taste for life and love in her spirit. Not even Shane, the man whose ring she wore, had ever carved out such a sensuous bliss in her heart. His nostrils flared and his cock jumped inside of his green scrub pants. “Open,” he commanded. Her lips spread apart. He reached his free hand into his pants and lifted out his massively engorged cock. He plopped the swollen member onto her tongue and Aneisa sucked his nine-inch length into her greedy lips. She teased his round mushroom until Jayson gulped in several sharp hisses and his dick plumped out another half an inch. “Lay back, sweetheart. I want both holes this time.” As directed, Aneisa moved her nude form onto
the bed and stretched out for Jayson to claim her. “Spread your pussy open for me, baby.” She did as told. Her tiny fingers pulled her juiced lips apart and a gust of cool air filled her squishy cunt hole. “Mm…just like that,” Jayson said in an approving voice. He put his knees up on the bed and then scooped her ass up from its surface. Faster than she realized what he was about to do, Jayson’s tongue began to tease her puckered rear entrance. It was a sensation Aneisa had never experienced before, both raunchy and intoxicatingly sensual all at once. Her already wet lips flooded tenfold with thick and sticky juices, thoroughly soaking her pussy. She panted hard and her sweaty breasts bobbed up and down on her heaving chest. A massive orgasm was certain to gush out before Jayson had a chance to enter her. But, again, he wouldn’t let her release push over the edge. “Nice and lubed,” he said as he pulled away and licked his pretty lips. In one smooth motion, he placed the hard tip of his mammoth cock at her rosebud entry.
“You ready?” His eyes and his words were dripping with sweet affection. Aneisa nodded. She could barely hold on to consciousness, her body was crying out for a climactic finale. “Remember, Aneisa…you and me.” She could see the strain on his sweat-beaded brow. His cock must have been painfully steel hard, but he held his position. He wasn’t going to seal them together until she confirmed her side of the oath. “Forever, Jayson,” she breathed out. She released one of her wet cunt lips and reached out her hand to him. He accepted it and intertwined their fingers. Right after they joined their hands, Jayson unified their lusty bodies. His painfully wide cock dug deep into her ass hole, spreading the tight tissue to its extreme limits. He eased one thick, veiny inch in after another. Aneisa whimpered low, until the full length was anchored inside of her. When he was completely embedded, Jayson stopped and looked down at her with soft eyes. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head no, too caught up in the dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain to speak. Jayson thrust slowly inside her once, then eased out and checked on her again. When he was sure she was all right, he released his grip on his huge cock and moved his fingers up to her dripping cunt hole. As promised, he was going to have both of her juiced holes at once. A single finger slipped inside Aneisa, then two more, and finally a fourth until her pussy, too, was filled. She was stretched wide and receiving Jayson’s intense double dipping. While his fingers were stuffed inside her pussy and working their erotic magic against the lining of her drenches walls, Jayson’s thumb massaged her pulsing clit. He bent forward and slurped the razor sharp point of her left nipple into his mouth and clamped down on her jiggling breast. With every suckle he made on her tit, and every finger he shoved deeper into her pussy, he quickened his anal thrusts. More and more, harder and faster, Jayson fucked and sucked Aneisa into a mindblowing oblivion. Her clit wound up into a tight knot and then burst to life like a flash of cosmic energy. Her pussy clamped down hard on his hand while Aneisa’s
mind tore itself apart and pushed her into a powerful release that rained heavy splashes of her juices into Jayson’s hand. As her own climax spilled over into its second round, Jayson’s stomach muscles spasmed then locked tight. His chest rumbled and he inhaled Aneisa’s breast further into his mouth. Finally, his orgasm hit. Her titty popped from his mouth as Jayson’s explosive release was accompanied by a low howl. Aneisa felt the intense heat as four of his sharp hot cum shots filled her ass to the rim. A few minutes of gasping pants followed the erotic play. The carnal couple was covered and filled with one another’s juices. They were willingly blazing down a path of no return; and nothing else in the world mattered, except for their fiery union. They clung to each other, both basking in the revitalizing effects of hoping for the possibility of real love. After evening fell and a new day dawned, when all of the lies and secrets were finally exposed, would their optimism and passion remain intact?
Jayson ran his fingers through Aneisa’s loose hair and kissed her forehead. Their sweaty lovemaking had ended abruptly less than five minutes ago. He had sampled
her addictive sweetness several more times since their first DP session had concluded hours ago. “Don’t leave,” he whispered into her smooth skin. Now that she was his, Jayson didn’t want them to be apart. He especially didn’t want her going back to another man’s house. He had offered to let her stay as long as wanted but Aneisa insisted on going back home. While they were tangled up in bed together, she promised she would find a way to break her engagement to Shane without having to give up her rights to the shared house. He believed her promise; Jayson had no reason to doubt her words. In addition to being able to feel her genuine affection for him, he had known from that first day they reconnected that Aneisa wasn’t happy in her domestic relationship with Shane. Her slim arms wrapped themselves securely around his bare waist and she pressed her tiny chin into the center of his chest. Pretty brown eyes shined up at him. “I have to go,” she nuzzled his skin with her button nose, “I need clothes. My shirt has a giant
coffee stain, my undies are soaked, and you tore my bra…remember?” “You don’t need clothes.” He kissed her temple and ran his knuckles along the length of her cheek. “Stay here and be naked with me. I can find plenty of things for us to get into in the nude.” She laughed and he joined her. He hadn’t laughed or smiled this much in far too long, and it felt so good; he never wanted this moment to end. It was a great and satisfying feeling to find someone who was able to revive all of these buried emotions within him. “Don’t you have to get back to work or classes or do something else productive?” “Nope…you’re the only activity I want to be occupied with right now.” “So sweet,” she smiled and her cinnamon cheeks glowed – gorgeous. “I wish I could, but I have a seminar tonight and I need to go home and get ready for it. The professor is insanely difficult.” “Beautiful and intelligent…my kind of lady,” he cooed to her and she loved it. “Come by tomorrow morning and I’ll treat you to breakfast.” “Be warned, breakfast is my favorite meal
of the day,” she teased. “I’ll make sure to bring extra cash so I can buy my baby whatever she wants.” Her phone chirped again. The taxi driver must be getting impatient. Any longer, and he was sure to rip up the asphalt in a mad rush to get to his next stop. “I gotta’ go before he takes off.” Aneisa lifted herself up on her toes and kissed his lips before disappearing up the hall. They were far from being involved in a normal and healthy relationship; however, it was a start – a promising start – for a man who had deserted the idea of ever finding real happiness. Jayson shut the door and started toward the bathroom for a quick shower. He had shucked off the rest of his workday without so much as attempting to call his supervisor and now he would have to come up with some type of excuse to explain why. If Aneisa had decided to stay longer, he wouldn’t have concerned himself with the task until much later in the evening, or possibly tomorrow, but since she was gone, there was no use in delaying the inevitable. He doubted the
reprimand would be as harsh as being removed from the program; after all, he was a top student in his school and a fabulous addition to the hospital’s co-op course, his superiors had told him so dozens of times. Things happen, life is full of quirky surprises, and he wasn’t going to sweat the fall out until he needed to. Just before Jayson entered the bathroom, his own cell sounded off from inside of the bedroom. It was a signal that there was a text waiting for him. He only made the effort to check the message so fast because he was guessing either one of two senders had reached out to him, his boss or Aneisa. He touched the screen with his index finger and frowned his face. What the fuck does she want? While he contemplated the answer, he tapped the face and pulled up the full body of the message. call me, was all that was written. Despite having a bad hunch about even bothering to get involved with her any further, Jayson hit the extract and call back button. He put the phone on speaker and listened
to it ring five times. She was playing another one of her childish games, and he wasn’t in the mood. Right after the sixth ring and just before he touched the end call icon, the line clicked over. “Speak,” the female’s catty voice blurred over the receiver. “This is Jay. What do you want, Mia?” Her entire vibe changed from callous to perky in a matter of seconds. “Hey, Jay,” she purred softly. “How are you? I was so worried about you since I haven’t heard from you in a while.” “Cut the shit, Mia. Tell me what you want or I’m hangin’ up.” “So snappy.” Her voice was too calm. She was up to something big and Jayson was in a rush to find out what the minx was trying to set him up for. “I don’t have time for this. Either you get to the point or I’m done.” “Hm…I wonder if your little girlfriend has you acting this way toward me, one of your closest friends.” “What?” He was completely taken aback by
that entire statement. “Mia, you and I were never friends. There’s nothing between us and there never will be.” “Nothin’, huh. Well, that’s not what our agreement was. You do recall our personal arrangement, don’t you, Jay?” Fuck. Now he did. “It’s not gonna’ happen.” He couldn’t give in to her demand. Sure, he had been a cheating and lecherous asshole for the last year but that was before he and Aneisa found each other. The thought of hooking up with another female wasn’t even on his list of priorities anymore. He wanted Aneisa, he had her, and now he wasn’t interested in anyone else…period. “Strange…I seem to remember you and I making a deal. I help to distract Shane while you spend some cutesy QT with Aneisa, and ending with you and I having some fun together.” “It doesn’t matter what you remember, the situation has changed and that deal is no longer valid.” He was ready to hang up in her ear. She was working his nerves, talking in codes and repeating
unnecessary details play by play. “Is that so?” She was silent for a second then returned to the line. “I’m wondering if Aneisa has any idea about our original agreement. I just found her number in my phone book.” She giggled menacingly. “You know how I got it? I went through Shane’s phone while he was sleeping on my couch after one of our private profession-student sessions. I knew it would come in handy one of these days.” Jayson gripped the phone so hard he heard the material strain under his agitated strength. He had to let her finish; he wanted to hear the rest of her diabolical scheming. Maybe if she leaked out everything, he would know how to respond to her threats better. “Poor girl…finding out that her fiancé is cheating on her and her new man was only out to get another fast fuck, all in one phone call…tsk, tsk, tsk… some women just don’t know how to handle a man.” “Mia, if you tell Aneisa anything about conversations, I’m going to make sure I find a way to guarantee you get all of your dirt dished right back to you…all of it.” “Are you threatening me?”
“Not a threat…a promise.” He barked out the statement and was ready to deliver, if necessary. “You really have no idea who I am or what I can do…do you?” The line clicked off and the receiver went silent. Mia had been patiently waiting in the background to stir up trouble; it was her specialty. This time, Jayson was going to be the one to beat her at her own game. When Aneisa came to his apartment tomorrow morning, he would be the one to offer the details about the cruel intent of his original plan. He wanted her in his life on a permanent basis and he wanted to start their real relationship on a firm foundation, which meant he would have to be completely honest about everything that had been conspiring so far. She would probably hate him afterward, but he wouldn’t be a coward. There was also the possibility that her anger would only be temporary. He would own up to his callousness and then find a way to make her take him back into her heart. Once he told her how deep his emotions ran for her, how she had brought his soul back from the dead,
there was no conceivable way she would refuse to accept him as her lover again. Right? The next morning, he skipped going to the gym. The workout he had yesterday with Aneisa had given his stomach muscles plenty of exercise. At eight o’clock, Jayson was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He was scheduled to attend a couple of his med classes today, so there was no need to don his hospital scrubs. A quick excuse of urgent business and his supervisor forgave his sudden absence from his afternoon rounds with the medical staff yesterday. The older woman warned him that any more sudden emergencies and he would be out of the program, and no if’s and’s or but’s would save him the next time he went among the missing. He agreed and apologized, and all was settled. A light tapping at his door and Jayson was fully expecting to lay his eager eyes on his lady. When he pulled opened the door, he thought the breath had been snatched from his lungs. The feeling was as if he had landed in a replay of a bad dream.
“Hello, Jay,” Summer’s tiny voice bounced in his ears like a terrible echo. “I’m sorry to stop by so early. I wasn’t sure when you would be home, and I didn’t want to miss you.” “Summer.” Her name was all he could manage to push out of his dry mouth. She smiled and he thought his knees would give out from under him. A flash flood of stinging memories ran across his vision. “Can I come in? I won’t stay long.” Without thinking, he moved back so she could cross the threshold. Despite being unable to stop his own actions, and as much as he had obsessed over being able to see her again, Jayson didn’t want her there. He no longer had a desire to be in her presence. Before Aneisa, Summer’s memory had killed him a little each day and having her so near to him – in the flesh – was ripping open freshly healed wounds. She strolled by him casually; her scent was just as enticing as he remembered. She was wearing an appealing printed light yellow spring dress that showed off her abundant curves and natural voluptuousness. It reminded him of one of the last dresses he had seen her
wear while they were still dating. Once inside of the living room, she turned to face him and Jayson’s nerves were set on edge. She remained hypnotically stunning, with sienna colored curls that fell around her creamy mocha shoulders, and exotic hazel tinted eyes. She and Mia could easily pose as twins except, where Mia’s appeal was her dark and sinister beauty, Summer embodied a bittersweet sensuality, like an enchanting melancholy he had wanted to completely lose himself in. He had to shake off her spell. He meant what he said to Aneisa yesterday. He was hers, and not even Summer was going to make him break that oath. In spite of the haunting love he once held for her, Jayson was a man of his word. When he loved, he loved sincerely and absolutely. “When did you get home?” While he asked the question, his eyes remained pinned to the woman standing in his living room. The answer didn’t matter, he only wanted to distract his wayward thoughts; all the same, he was curious to hear her reply. And where was Aidan? Had they broken up and now she had returned to reclaim
Jayson? “I called my parents a few weeks ago to tell them I would be in town around this time.” His feet were planted to the shellacked wooden floor. Any move he made might spark off a cascade of frantic reactions to her presence. “I see…so…what did you want? Why are you here?” “I talked to Mia last night.” He grunted. “And what did she tell you?” “That you had moved back to the city.” He watched her keen eyes study his face; she was trying to read his thoughts. “What else was she supposed to tell me?” “Not a thing.” This was Mia’s doing. She had been waiting to time that phone call from last night with Summer’s visit. This was her leverage over Jayson. She was using his feelings for his ex-flame to entrap him somehow. He still didn’t see all of the details clearly, but the ambush was waiting to catch him off guard. “Jayson, I know we didn’t part ways on the
best of terms.” Her little feet brought her a step closer and Jayson held his position. “I’m not going there with you, Summer. We both know how it ended, and it’s not something I want to get into right now.” “If not now, then when, Jay?” The way she spoke pulled at his heartstrings. Her voice was so soothing and his name on her lips was like an intoxicating and bitter wine. “Never,” he held his ground, refusing to give into the haze creeping over his mind. “It’s over. Let the past stay where it is.” “I don’t think I can do that.” She motioned her palm to reach for his face and his hand clamped around her thin wrist. “Don’t,” he whispered in a hoarse tone. “I need to know I have your forgiveness, Jay. I never wanted to hurt you.” She tried again, using the same hand to pursue a physical connection with him, and he allowed her to make contact this time. He had forgotten how gentle her touch
could be, so loving and nurturing. “You broke my heart, Summer.” He didn’t mean to do it, but he wrapped her in his arms and brought her close. The top of her curly head was positioned under his chin. “I know, and I’m truly sorry.” She pulled away and looked at him. “Do you forgive me?” That was it? No explanation, only an open apology with nothing to support it. He almost heard the exact moment when his cool façade cracked. Jayson dropped his hold on her and stomped three feet further into his living room. “Are you serious? Is that all?” She watched him quizzically. He wasn’t sure whether she was genuinely confused or playing with his intelligence. “What do you mean, Jay? I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean for our breakup to happen that way.” “Summer, you fucked my best friend behind my back for months…months! And the only way I found out about it was when you tricked me into a
threesome with you and him.” She turned her eyes away; there was a hint of shame on her face. He could have stopped there, perhaps his hurt was clear and he had made his point. No…it wasn’t enough. She wanted to have this conversation, to cleanse her conscience of its rightful guilt. They were surely going to hash this mess out but under his terms. “Well? What do you have to say about that? Sorry isn’t going to do it…tell me why you did this to me.” Summer folded her arms around herself. “I…I loved you, Jay, I just wasn’t in love with you. That’s all I know…I wanted…Aidan, I always did. I just couldn’t admit it until he told me he loved me too.” Jayson stalked over to her. His approach was so heavy that Summer backed into the closed front door. With her cornered and no where else to flee this time, Jayson wanted to make sure she understood how she had cut his life into pieces the night she ran off with Aidan. He placed his hands on her small shoulders
and stared directly into her eyes. He wanted her to feel exactly what he had experienced for last year. “I loved you, Summer, and I was in love with you. I worked my ass off everyday – school and work – because I wanted to give you everything. I wanted to take care of you and give you the life I thought you deserved.” “Jay…I –,” she stammered. “No…let me finish. I adored you… everything about you…I think I still do…a little.” He ran a quick hand through his short hair. “When you left…the way you left…after what happened between all of us that night…it broke me, Summer.” He pounded a fist against the door and she jumped. “And this is what it turned me into…this cold monster, who doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone anymore…not even you.” She was silent and her eyes had dropped to the floor. He lifted her chin up to him again. “But this is what you wanted, right? You turned me into Aidan. A heartless bastard who only wants to fuck and who doesn’t care anything about love
or commitment, who only wants to get his next nut out and gets his kicks from trampling over other people’s lives and relationships.” He paused and lowered his eyebrows at her. “Is that why you came here today? He dumped you for the next hot chick he found and now you want me back?” “No! It’s not like that. That’s not why I came.” Her answer was forceful. Summer’s hand went to her eye and wiped away a tiny tear at the corner. Her sadness steadied his anger. He started to reach for the hand she was covering her face with, then froze. He saw the object and it was as if the floor dropped from beneath his feet. She wore a diamond solitaire and a gold band on her left hand. She was married. The woman he had thought he would spend the rest of his life devotedly committed to had married another man. Jayson touched the rings with the tips of his fingers. He had to make sure they were real. “Who?” His voice cracked when he spoke. He backed away and separated their bodies.
“You know who,” her reply was low. “Aidan?” “Yes…of course. Who else would it be? I told you, I really love him and…he really loves me. We didn’t plan on you finding out the way you did or on leaving you at the hotel. It all happened so fast.” “So you waited a whole year to come and try to make amends? What about Aidan? Why isn’t he here, doesn’t he care about settling this bad blood between us?” She wiped at her face once more then eased out her words. “The next day, we drove to New York City. We were married there and decided to stay. Aidan wanted to come back that same day. He wanted to come and to try to find a way to make peace with you. It was me who kept him away. I guess…I guess I was ashamed, and I wasn’t ready to face what I had done.” “And now you are?” “Yes, Jayson, I am,” she locked eyes with him. “I was a silly girl who couldn’t think past my own pleasure. I never thought about the consequences of what would happen when the truth finally hit daylight. I
was scared you would hate me forever so I convinced Aidan we shouldn’t come back until everything had cooled down. He wanted to come here with me today but I knew if we both showed up at your door…together…you wouldn’t talk to either one of us. It was me who started this drama and I knew it had to be me who made the first steps toward resolving it. I had no idea you had moved back here. When we were driving here last night and Mia called to tell me that you were in town again and really wanted to see me, I nearly cried.” She reflected quietly to herself for a moment. “I should have known it was all too good to be true. That girl never does anything out of concern for anyone other than herself. She’s always been rotten to the core. Which means…you and she must be…together…somehow. Are you sleeping with my sister?” “Never, I love you too much to do that to you.” The words rolled off his tongue before he could rein them in. His annoyance waned. Thoughts of Aneisa returned. The plot was clear; this was the goal of the set-up.
For the moment, he forgot about his standoff with Summer. Jayson reached around her, snatched the door open, and Aneisa was there. She had overheard every word. About how he didn’t care for anyone, how he only wanted to fuck, and had no intentions of loving again. About how he found it amusing to disassemble other people’s lives. How he and Mia were probably wrapped up in some type of game together. Most of all, after having confessed his eternal loyalty to her last night, Aneisa heard him say that he loved Summer. Shock and anger were only a fraction of what was painted on her pretty face. There was also sadness and gloom. Her small hands were balled into tight fists. Two tears, one from each eye, snaked lonely paths over her flushed cheeks. “I trusted you. I…I thought you and I were really falling in love. I’m so stupid,” she whimpered out. “I almost broke up with my fiancé…for you. You’re a screw up asshole who’s gonna’ get exactly what he deserves and I hope I get to stand there and have a big laugh at you when you do.” “Aneisa…wait…it’s not how it sounded.” His
anger had dissipated into worry. This isn’t how he had planned on explaining the situation to her. He didn’t intend for the details to be revealed in such a harsh way. He reached for her and she jumped back. He needed her close to him again. He wanted to cradle her in his arms and to convince her that his passionate feelings for her were true, and that they had grown far beyond a simple sexual attraction. This reunion with Summer was exactly what he needed to put everything into perfect perspective. All he wanted was a chance to explain what he now realized to Aneisa, then she wouldn’t want to leave him. “Stay away from me, Jayson…far, far away. I never want to see your face again.” He took one step over the threshold and she bolted down the hall and through the door leading to the stairwell in a flash. He made a move to follow, then stopped and turned back. Summer was waiting silently inside, standing by his sofa. “Summer,” he spoke her name with a renewed calm. The fire that had been burning for her had finally
been extinguished. “I can’t forget what you did, but I can forgive you. What you said about loving and being in love, I think I get that part now.” “You’re in love with her…Aneisa?” “I am.” When he openly admitted the truth, his heart, mind, and soul finally seemed to reach a harmonious balance. “I need to go but thank you for coming back to try to explain.” She nodded and offered a small smile. He walked out and stopped once more. He wanted to make sure he put out every fire that had been consuming his life; a clean start was what he hoped. After Jayson made up with Aneisa – if he made up with her – there was one more person he needed to work things out with. “Before you go, leave Aidan’s number on my kitchen table.” She didn’t have to answer. He could feel Summer’s smile following him out the door. Now, he needed to find a way to save his budding love with Aneisa. In all the earth, she was the only woman who mattered to him from this day forward. He wasn’t going to give up so easily on a real
chance at true love.
Aneisa charged through the front door of her house like a mad woman. How could she be so blind and so stupid – repeatedly – for the same man? A man whom she knew well in advance had no soul and no good intentions toward her. She didn’t need to know all of the minute details; all she needed to hear was that Jayson had lied to her from the very beginning about everything, including his wanting to delve into a lasting relationship with her. The not so funny aha moment is that none of that revelation should have come as a shocker. All this time she had been forcefully trying to convince herself there might be an actual and true bond developing between them and all this time he only wanted to appease his sexual appetite until he could reunite with Ms. Summer. How had she fallen for his syrupy lies about wanting her to know the real him? Now she did. He was a cruel bastard and she wanted
nothing more to do with him or Mia or Summer and Aidan, or any one else who came well stocked with a bag full of trouble and bullshit to dish out and share in abundance. She might not be crazy in love with Shane but they had a stable future together. She was so thankful she had held off on telling him the truth about her relationship with Jayson. Her plan had been to work it out so that she could break the news to him as gently as possible. He was a nice guy and deserved for her to come clean about how awful she had been to him. Either way, Aneisa already felt terrible about her actions and didn’t want to lie to him anymore. Maybe there was a chance they might be able to salvage their shredded relationship somehow. She slammed her handbag on the kitchen table then walked back to the door. After the taxi had dropped her off, something caught her eye but she was so wrapped up in her own heated thoughts she didn’t immediately realize what that odd detail was. Aneisa opened the front door and confirmed what her eyes had thought they had seen. Shane’s car was parked out front, which was unusual because he was scheduled to
be at the college campus assisting with lectures around this time of day. Noises echoed from overhead. First squeaking then shuffling. Someone was up there. Her first reaction might have been to get out of the house because it could be a burglar, but her intuitions kicked into overdrive. The biggest clue to the mystery was parked in front of her house. As fast as her legs could carry her, she bounded up the carpeted stairs and charged toward her bedroom. The door was closed – also very odd – because the only time she or Shane ever closed the bedroom door was when they were going to bed for the evening. She wasn’t sure whether or not it was closed when she had left out earlier that morning. Shane was already showered and gone by the time she had awakened from her slumber. She had slept on the couch last night and he didn’t seem to mind. That had been one of many hints regarding his peculiar behavior as of late, all of which were about to come to a startling discovery. She twisted the brass knob and pushed the door open. Her brain could hardly take in what her
eyes were beholding. Shane’s naked and pale body jumped up from their bed and bolted toward her. His flaccid cock was bouncing up and down the entire time. “Aneisa, I can explain.” He stammered while he tried to use his body to block her view. She, of course, dodged his efforts. When she sidestepped his blockade, Aneisa’s eyes fell on the stark naked form of that little she-devil. This had gone way too far. It was one thing to think Shane was fucking someone else but to have them carry out their nasty deed under her sheets had crossed into a major no-fly zone. Aneisa lunged for Mia, who snapped up the sheets to cover her bare tits. Shane caught her around the waist right before she could make contact with the other female. “No, no, no,” he stuttered out. Aneisa twisted out from under his hold and turned on him with fire shooting through her veins. She lifted her hand to swat at him, then quickly changed her mind. Neither one of them deserved another microsecond of her time. Violence wasn’t her style and
she wouldn’t stoop down to their loathsome level. “You,” she pointed a sharp finger at Shane, “and you,” she nudged her chin toward Mia’s direction, “Five minutes to get out or I call the police.” She spun on her heels and stomped back into the hall and down the stairs. There was fumbling followed by muted and frantic whispers behind her. Then a rush of wind as Shane approached from behind. He was wearing khakis and no shirt. He grabbed her arm and she flung it away. “Aneisa, you can’t throw me out, this is my house too.” Her eyebrows shot up in the air. “Oh, yes I can. I don’t think the Board of Deans would approve of one of their new professors having an affair with an undergrad student, do you? She’s the one who you spent a very long afternoon with that day you were missing, isn’t she? I’m guessing she’s also the one who has been putting all those scratches all over your back. Fine. Whatever. But you disrespected me to a disgraceful level by bringing that shit into our bed that we’ve shared every night for almost two years, Shane. Have I been lying down on
the same sheets you’ve been fucking her on?” “Don’t let her fool you, Shane, she’s not innocent either.” Mia, with a sheet wrapped around her body, made a slow descent down the stairs. It was clear she was trying to keep her distance from Aneisa. “You have nothing to say to me. Get out of my house before I toss you out, little girl.” “Ask her what she’s been doing with Jayson.” Shane’s green eyes bulged. “Is it true, Aneisa? I never thought you… would–,” his statement was cut by a loud rapping on the front door. For a quick moment, the trio’s squabble was distracted by trying to guess who the newcomer could be. When no one else moved, Aneisa yanked back the door and wondered if this day could crumble down any harder. “Tell them about our deal, Jay.” Mia’s voice cut across the room and aimed daggers at Jayson before Aneisa could slam the door in
his face. This time around, he wasn’t going to get an invite into her house, not even if the sky was raining fire. Her status as his plaything was terminated – permanently. “What deal?” Aneisa demanded. “Yeah, what deal?” Shane’s voice parroted from somewhere behind her. “It’s simple,” Mia’s voice was close – too close – when she answered for Jayson, “I sidetracked Shane so Jayson would have plenty of time to seduce you. Afterward, he and I would have a quick roll around the bed…you know, for old time’s sake.” Hearing the full truth spoken out loud stabbed Aneisa directly in the heart. Jayson had purposefully set out to ruin her relationship with Shane so he could have another fuck session with her, then he would sleep with Mia, and they would both sit back and laugh about all of the misery and chaos they had caused and all of the lives they had ruined. Sick. That’s how she suddenly felt; a wave of nausea swept over her. She needed to get out of here. “I can’t take anymore of this. If none of you are going to leave, then I guess I’m going to have
to. Enjoy your shitty little lives. I don’t want to play anymore.” Aneisa pushed past him and he didn’t stop her. What Jayson had to say he wanted the entire world to hear, so outside was the best place to make his last stand. When she reached the bottom step of the outside stairs, he called out to her. “Aneisa…wait.” When she still didn’t stop and had reached the concrete curb, he yelled out his declaration, loud enough for everyone in audible range to hear. “Aneisa, I love you!” She halted her steps but didn’t turn around. He stepped slowly down the stairs and motioned toward her. “Forget what Mia said…hear me out before you leave.” When she didn’t move, he continued. “Everything I told you since that night at the club is the absolute truth.” He stopped a fraction of an inch behind her but didn’t touch her yet. He wanted to put every sordid
detail out for her to inspect. She would be his judge and he would gladly accept her verdict. All he was asking was for a chance to lay it all out, to finally come clean about everything – every messy detail – and why he had pulled her along with him. Once she knew and made her choice, he would consent to whatever consequences came afterward. He dimmed his voice so that only she heard what was bleeding from his heart. “Yes…I made an arrangement with Mia… but only so I could be with you again. Our first time together reawakened something good inside of me. I swear I was never going to sleep with her. Yes, one of the reasons why is because I once loved her sister, Summer…I loved her like a childhood dream I didn’t want to forget about. She’ll always be my first love, I can’t change that, and I can’t change the pain that love brought with it. But, I’m not in love with her, not anymore, I don’t think I ever was. I was infatuated with her…It was like a case of beauty and a geek. She’s the past…you are my future. Seeing her again only confirmed that fact for me. Everything I said… about not caring or loving anyone…were all things I had
been holding inside and wanting to say to her. I said them…she understands how much she hurt me, and now it’s over.” He took another chance and enfolded Aneisa in his arms, pulling her back to his chest. When she didn’t try to move away, Jayson took that as a good sign. He felt like hope had returned to him. He leaned in and put his lips to her neck and kissed her softly, then caressed the spot gently. “I want you, Aneisa. I’m in love with you. You are the one who brought me back to life. You are the one who made my heart beat again. Please believe me.” She stirred in his arms and he was afraid her decision was to abandon him. He couldn’t argue that he didn’t deserve to have her snatch her love away from him. Instead, she turned in his arms so that she was facing him. Misty brown eyes stared back at him. There were tears there but, unlike earlier, they weren’t tears of sadness. “I believe you. I also believe that you and I have a very long way to go before we’re both free of
the after effects of this terrible mess we put ourselves into. What Shane did was horrible but my actions with you weren’t any less excusable.” Her hands touched his cheeks. “The difference is I felt a connection with you from the very beginning – a link that I’ve never experienced with any man before – so I’m not sorry for wanting to love you but I do wish I could have changed the way we began our love story.” He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed each of her palms, then leaned in closer to seal a kiss. It was an enchanting exchange and Jayson poured his adoration for Aneisa into every second their mouths were bonded. She pulled back to look up at him once more. “I love you, Jayson, or else I wouldn’t have ever bothered to go through any of this with you.” He used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the tiny tears at the corners of her eyes. “You forgive me?” “I do…but if you ever lie to me about anything else…I’ll know and I won’t hesitate to bust your balls.” She narrowed her eyes and offered him a sly grin. “I can read you like an open book now.”
“My life is an open book…and a pretty bad copy…but it’s turning out a lot better than when it all started.” He laughed and kissed her brow. “Especially now that I have you to put me back on the straight and narrow path.” He bent and lifted her so that her legs dangled over the sidewalk. He wanted them to be eye level when he asked her this next question. “Will you come home with me…and stay forever this time?” She giggled and touched the tip of his nose with her own. “I will but only temporarily.” “What? Why?” “Because once I get the trash cleaned out of this place, you can come home with me…and stay… forever.” He grinned. She made a good point. Last year, one of his closest friends skipped town with his girl, which left him in ruins. Jayson wasn’t going to do that to another man. The cycle ended here. He eased Aneisa back onto the ground. “You’re right. First things first.”
He locked their hands together and walked back to the house. When the united couple stepped through the door, they picked up the tale end of a personal squabble between Shane and Mia. Whether they knew it or not, they were made for each other too. He was a cuckold in the making and she was a psychotic dominatrix wannabe – perfect match. The other pair cut their argument short and turned stunned eyes onto Jayson and Aneisa standing before them, hand in hand. Jayson eyed Mia first. “Mia, I don’t have any more to say to you other than one of these days you’re scheming is going to turn back on you tenfold. I hope that doesn’t happen, but it’s only a friendly warning to watch your ways.” His eyes cut away before she could think up a snappy comeback. “Shane,” the other man looked over at Jayson when he spoke his name, “You don’t deserve Aneisa. She’s too good for you. I love her and I’ll be the one to take care of her until we’re old and gray and toothless. You’re engagement to her is over and we want you out of this house before nightfall. You can call
me later and let me know where to mail your ring to, ‘cause it’s coming off her finger so I can put mine there. If I come back and you or Ms. Mia are still here, we might have a major problem on our hands. Again… this is just a friendly warning.” Jayson walked back out of the door with Aneisa without caring to hear what either of the other two had to say in return. He meant what he said – only honesty from here on out – and he would enforce the repercussions if either of them didn’t comply. “Wow,” Aneisa tossed a cute grin up him. “You set them straight.” “Sure did.” “You’re such a bad ass.” “Which is why you love me so much.” He winked a cool blue eye at her. “Very true,” she purred in response. “Mm, sounds like you’re about to make me an offer I don’t want to refuse.” “Maybe,” her sexy brown eyes narrowed mischievously. “Definitely,” his strong timbre announced the final outcome.
Aneisa ran a lazy finger along Jayson’s brawny forearm. “I think we should go back to your apartment and play some really nasty kissing games. It’ll help pass the time until we can come back here and run naked through the house.” “Sounds like a perfect plan, sweetheart.” She laughed hard when he swooped her up into his arms. With the woman he was vowing to love forever, and who pledged her devotion in return, securely bound up in his hold and her arms lovingly wrapped around him, Jayson made his way back toward his truck and onward to a new and happier life with Aneisa by his side. El Fín e
Character Appendix Jayson. An all around nice guy, who fell hopelessly in love with Summer, one of his two college roommates. After having to face the harsh reality that Summer and Aidan’s betrayal left behind, the handsome blond haired, blue-eyed man returns to his hometown with a darker and more sinister personality. First Person POV (Point-of-View): I Wonder How You Taste (Hunger #1) a n d Burn: A Truth & Consequences Novella. Summer. An entrancingly beautiful young woman, who was once too humble to use her looks to her advantage. However, when she discovers that both Jayson and Aidan have fallen in love with her, she is unable to resist using her captivating hold on them for her own sensual pleasure. P O V: Aidan’s Return & Summer Frenzy (Hunger #3 and 4). Aidan. With dark hair and steel gray eyes, he is a
heartbreakingly attractive young man. A notorious womanizer, he finds a spark of real love with his best friend’s girl. Despite the agony and treachery that his love for Summer brings into his life, he is helpless to tear himself away from her. POV: One Taste Is Never Enough (Hunger #2). Aneisa. A naturally exquisite and lovely young woman who has her ladylike ways completely shaken up by Jayson’s return. She was once schoolmates with Jayson, Aidan, and Summer but was only casual aquatinted with them through her long-term boyfriend, Shane. Her life takes an unexpected and erotic turn when she stumbles into Jayson’s charismatic arms. P O V: Consequences Never Hurt (Truth & Consequences #1) a n d Burn: A Truth & Consequences Novella. Shane. A man of uncertain ways. He was once a very close friend to Jayson and Aidan. While he is intellectual and intelligent, he is completely at the mercy of his shaky sexual desires. He discovers this fault in his character during a scorching encounter with Mia, who
attends the college he has accepted a teaching and tutoring position at. POV: Truth Be Told (Truth & Consequences #2). Mia. A sexy siren, who completely understands how her dark beauty has the power to enthrall and control men. She is never ashamed of using anyone and any means necessary to reach her own mischievous goals. POV: None…yet. J Have a handle? Send us a TWEET @mixedmedialove or drop me a line firstname.lastname@example.org :;
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