Bereft (Seven Year Itch #2)(32)

“You like being watched?” He asked.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I suppose I do.”

“Finger yourself. I want to see how wet you are.”

I drove my fingers inside my soaked opening, pulling out natural lubricant and rubbing it over the outer lips.

“I knew it. Now, make yourself come. Show me how long it takes you to get yourself off.”

I’d just told him a dirty story. Thinking about it, imagining it in my head, made my * pulsate. I looked down, forgetting about Chad for a moment. The only thing important in the room was me, and I was about to lose it. I bit down on my lip, sucking in until I could taste the blood rushing to it. This was it; the moment I was going to lose myself in a self-induced orgasm while Chad stared, captivated by my actions. I glanced up at him, catching his gaze and fell apart, my body going into an immediate spasm. My eyes closed and I cried out, forgetting we could be discovered if someone were still in the office.

Chad remained in the same position. He was smiling, waiting for me to settle. “That was hot. You’ve got me in quite a predicament, Rach. My dick is rock hard, but I’ve got a big problem.”

“What?” I inquired.

“I’m not sure if I want to f*ck you on the desk, or have you ride me until the sun goes down.”

I gasped, my * still throbbing from my orgasm. The idea of his being inside of me was an immediate draw. I didn’t care where we did it, or what position. I just wanted it to happen as soon as possible.

I rubbed my thighs, moaning softly. “I think you should f*ck me here first.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

I nodded and licked my lips. He had no idea how bad I wanted him. As shocking as it was, I didn’t have to be drunk this time to be sure. I craved to have him fill me, and the longer he made me wait, the hornier I became. “Yes. Please. Make me come again. Make me forget, Chad. Make it all go away.”

He wasted no more time with questions. As quick as a rabbit, he came at me, running his hands up over my knees and then to my thighs. His thumbs traced the lower lips, spreading me open while he watched. He nudged his cock into my opening, then finally I felt it, his all consuming huge shaft shoving inside my tight walls. Nothing existed except for the two of us. Chad took me to a place where problems didn’t exist. A place where euphoria was accessible.

I was in awe, unable to accept that my actions were sinful. I didn’t even care. As long as he kept giving more, nothing could break me.





Chapter 16


Grayson


She wouldn’t speak to me. She refused to see me. My own daughter had shut me out. With nowhere else to go, I decided to check out of the hotel and head home. Rachel may have wanted me to go, but it was my house before we met. If she wanted to avoid me, I’d make it almost impossible for her.

I expected to find her at home when I finally got off work. It was late, and she usually went to bed around nine in the evening. There was no use calling her cell phone. She hadn’t been answering when I called, and when she did, her words were anything but pleasant.

After putting my things in our bedroom, I made my way downstairs to the living room. Remnants of her romp with the other man were still present. Two glasses and my empty bottle of bourbon remained on the oak table I’d refinished with my bare hands.

I thought back to then, when I believed nothing could tear us apart. Rachel was always happy. Her smile was like a breath of fresh air. For the life of me I couldn’t remember back to when I’d seen it last. My heart ached a little more, reminiscing of the life we once had.

Now in shambles, I was grasping at straws to hang on to whatever was left. I’d been ignorant to her feelings, putting my own wants in front of our needs. We needed each other, that I was positive of. Living separate, imagining a life without her in it made me break down. I was crumbling, determined to do whatever necessary to prove we could get through this, maybe even stronger than we were before.

I stared at the glass I knew was meant for her companion. The idea of him putting his mouth on my wife was excruciating. There were things I swore I’d never do to another person, but damn if I didn’t want to retract that view and let the guy have it.

She was mine. Yes, I’d f*cked it up. Yes, it had been my fault. Yes, I probably deserved much worse than she was giving me.

I had to keep trying. Giving up wasn’t an option when it came to Rachel.

Hours passed, in which I pulled out another glass and filled it to the brim. I needed to alleviate some of the stress I was under. A constant ache had been in my chest since all of this went down, and I wasn’t sure if it was my heart, or my mind playing tricks on me.

I don’t know how many times I flipped through the channels looking for something to bide my time while I waited for her to come home. I mentally prepared for her guest to come in with her, and how this time I was going to stand my ground and be the last man remaining. I wasn’t going to allow some stranger to be alone with my wife in our home.

When I began to drift asleep, I wondered if she was coming at all. It was past midnight, and I hadn’t even heard a car go by outside. Then, just as my body began to relax, I heard the garage door opening and a car pulling in.

I sat up on the couch, waiting to be met by my wife, and anyone she might have brought home with her.

Rachel walked in carrying her computer bag. She was dressed to the nine in a formal gown that was tight fitting. She wasn’t happy when she flipped on the light switch and found me waiting. “I thought that was your car out front. What are you doing here?” It was obvious she wasn’t thrilled to see me.