Bereft - Jennifer Foor Page 0,65
I wanted to spend my weekend tangled up in Chad’s sheets, where he’d make all my stress dissipate.
“I’ll miss you,” I managed to say.
“Yeah. It’s going to be quiet without you around. I’m sure I’ll find something to get into. There’s a men’s physique competition a few of my friends are competing in. I may go check that out.”
“Can I call you?” I don’t know why, but I felt like this was goodbye, and I hated it.
“I’d rather you not. Don’t give Grayson a reason to become angry. Devote your time to him, even if it’s to tell him goodbye. You both deserve it. Closure is a bitch, but you can’t leave it unresolved.”
I hugged Chad, unable to give up hope that I’d come home to him. “Thank you for understanding. You’re very kind. I’m lucky to have you in my life. I’m just sorry you have to deal with it, with all of my drama.”
“Yeah, I knew what I was getting into. It’s cool. I’m not a relationship kind of guy, but I get it. You however, you deserve to be madly in love with a man who wants the same. It’s obvious Grayson is trying. Otherwise, he would have given up sooner. You always said he was a good guy, Rach. Maybe this weekend will settle your mind. Maybe you’ll say goodbye. Maybe you’ll rekindle what you once had for each other.”
Tears were forming in my eyes. It was like Chad already knew who I’d want to be with in the long run, so he was letting me go. I wanted him to fight for me, for what was happening between us, but he wouldn’t budge. Chad seemed like he couldn’t care less about me going to be alone with Grayson, almost as if he expected me to fall back in love with him. It hurt me, because for the past month I’d spent every waking second imagining a life with him. Now I didn’t know where my heart would take me, and that scared the shit out of me.
I fastened my hand around his tie and pulled him close to me, my lips dragging over his as I spoke. “Give me a reason to stay. Tell me not to go. Tell me you want me for yourself.”
“We don’t have time to get into this. You need to leave from here. He’s already waiting for you.”
I kissed him once again, this time with enough intent to make him reconsider. “I’m sure we can be quick. Don’t you want me?”
“Rach, you’re playing with fire. This will only complicate things.”
I shoved him hard against the cement walls of the stairwell. “Don’t make me beg, Chad.” I slipped my blazer off, tossing it onto the hard stone floor beneath me. My hands went for his trousers, determined to unbutton them. He pulled me closer, flicking his tongue on my bottom lip before taking my mouth for a lustful ride. We were too engulfed to consider being discovered. I wouldn’t have cared. Chad was going to take me in the stairwell, and I was prepared to let him. “Don’t stop,” I begged.
I freed his erection, keeping one hand firm around his girth. He picked me up, spinning us around until my back was pressed against the wall. My skirt was shoved higher, and my panties off to the side, exposing my pussy. “Is this what you want? You want to be a bad girl?”
I nodded and teased his tongue with mine. “I want to fuck, right here, right now.”
He entered me, forcing his way inside my tight walls. My hold weakened as the engulfment of sensations rushed over me. I bellowed out his name as he forcefully thrust. “Don’t stop.”
“Your pussy’s soaked, Rach. I’m going to come fast.”
I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him tightening and losing control. It’s how I wanted to think about him when I was away. I needed to know he wasn’t going to go out and replace me, because without him I’d be lost and overwhelmed with remorse. Chad took the pain away, again and again.
“Harder. Slam into me. Show me how you like it, Chad. Show me how you come.”
He lost it. Those few words helped it happen quick. He let his hold relax and I felt my feet hitting the ground. His heavy breathing was tucked against my neck. He kissed me there, slowly, using a little tongue. “Damn, woman. Just damn.”
He backed away from me, breaking our connection, his pants around his