Nemesis(38)

“Yes,” I reply in a low, husky voice.

He slides his finger inside of me. “Let me check, just to be sure.”

I’m wet, I know I am, because I can feel it.

“Mmmmm,” he moans, then sits down and pulls me so I’m sitting on his lap, his front pressed against my back. He pushes me forward and slides his cock into me slowly. I put my legs on the side of his then push up and down, using the power in my thighs.

“Cohen,” I whisper, as he brushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck again. He then pushes me forward with a hand on the centre of my back and starts thrusting in and out of me, taking over. Suddenly, he lifts me, spins me around so I’m facing him, pushes me back down on his cock and starts kissing me hungrily. I’ll never tire of his kisses. I bounce up and down on his cock, loving the feel of him, thick and hard, inside of me, where he belongs. I come before him, like I always do, then bury my face in his neck, catching my breath. I then work him harder, wanting him to finish too. He does, grunting my name the whole time. We take a little while to just enjoy the moment, us wrapped in each other, skin against skin, and my heart beating furiously.

“I love you, Jacinta,” he says, his forehead resting against mine.

“I love you too, Cohen,” I reply, kissing him and smiling against his lips. “So f*cking much.”

He grins back.

We move to lie down on my bed, facing each other.

I never thought I’d get this with him, yet here I am.

I’m his, he’s mine, and I’m never letting him go.

*****

I wrinkle my nose when I get a text message from Dan the next day saying Hey.

Hey? Does he not remember the last conversation we had? Maybe he heard about Cohen and me having some issues, and he’s checking to see if my single self needs a shoulder to cry on.

I reply back with one word: Nope.

He replies with, Can’t blame a man for trying.

Idiot.

I put down my phone and glance up at Sadie, who is frying bacon and eggs for the two of us. She’s being extremely quiet, which is very unusual for her. “Is everything okay?”

She turns to me and says, “Not really.”

“What happened?” I ask, brow furrowing in worry. “Sadie, tell me.”

“Ian and I broke up,” she whispers, expelling a deep sigh as she serves the food onto two plates.

“Why? What happened?” I ask.

“He said he’s not ready for a relationship and can’t commit to me,” she explains, looking confused. “I don’t get men. He said he wanted a relationship when we first started chatting online, which is why I decided to meet him because we both wanted the same things, you now? And now, he’s changing his tune all of a sudden.”

“What did you say to him?” I ask her, carrying both plates to the table. Sadie grabs the cutlery and follows.

“I said that I thought we were on the same page and told him I was confused with what he wanted. Basically, he wanted to keep sleeping with me, but said he wasn’t ready for anything else right now.”

I grit my teeth. Did he just say what he wanted her to hear to get her into bed? Or did he realise he wasn’t ready for a relationship? I don’t understand men sometimes. It’s like they ruin every woman they come across until they find the one. If you aren’t the one, you’re going to get your heart trampled on while they happily traipse to the next woman.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” I place my hand on hers. “Do you love him though?”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. I like him a lot, and it hurts that he’s gone now, but I don’t think I love him.”

“You did what you could,” I tell her. “You opened your heart and took a chance. Love is a gamble, and you took one, so that’s all you can do, right? He wasn’t the one for you, but someone out there will be.” I pause, considering something. “Cohen has a hot friend named Chad.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s the best idea right now… Maybe in a few weeks.”

I roll my eyes, taking a bite out of my toast. “I feel like punching Ian in the nuts.”

“There’s no point,” Sadie says. “He’s dead to us now.”

“RIP Ian,” I say, chewing slowly. “At least I’ll never have to see or hear about Rob again.”

Sadie’s lip twitches.

“And you can find a bigger penis next time.”

She giggles at that, and finally starts to eat. “I forgot I told you about that.”

“Do you have to see him again? Like, does he have any stuff here or whatever?”

“I already took my shit, and he had nothing here, which was probably a sign,” she admits, looking sad again. It’s so hard for me to be happy when my best friend is down.

Her pain is mine.

“I’m sorry, Sadie.”

“Me too,” she says, shrugging. “Oh, well, another one bites the dust. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin your mood. You and Cohen just sorted shit out, finally, and I didn’t want to drag you down with me.”

“I’m your best friend. You can drag me down with you whenever you like, that’s what I’m here for. Hopefully, I can carry you up with me instead.”