12 Days of Forever(15)

I sit up, unable to take it anymore. I need to feel her body against mine, but she’s not having it. She leans back, placing her hands behind her on the bench, her flexibility paying off in spades. My eyes leave hers and travel to where we’re connected. To where she’s riding my cock. It’s the hottest f*cking thing I’ve ever witnessed or been a part of. I reach down and rub my thumb over her clit and watch as her head falls back. Yvie moans, sending shock waves to my dick. The urgency to come is there. I grab her hips, increasing the tempo.

I scream out when her walls start squeezing the shit out of my cock and for the first time, she kisses me. Her lips are hard against mine, her tongue dominating. I forget everything as I hold the back of her head, unwilling to let this kiss end. I jerk once, twice, as I empty into her. She knows that she’s won this battle. Her hips slow down and she slowly moves off of me. I look at her, but she looks away, her lower lip between her teeth.

Reaching out, I pull it out and place a soft kiss there before getting up. My shorts are tangled around just one ankle and I try to step into them without falling on my face.

“Let me go grab something to clean up,” I say before disappearing into the locker room. It was stupid to say, but thanking her for rocking my world seemed worse.

When I come back into the gym, she’s not on the bench. In fact, she’s nowhere to be seen. Her coat, clothes and shoes are gone.

She’s left.





I’ve never been a last-minute shopper until this year. Now I’m shoulder to shoulder with angry women fighting for the very last game console that every child needs this year. I’ve never waited this long, and as I walk through the crowded mall, I can’t help but think I knew subconsciously that I wouldn’t be in New York this Christmas because, by my calculations, I should’ve had this all done and shipped out here to Beaumont.

I also hate shopping by myself. Even though Katelyn and I bought some presents a few days ago, there are still a few more gifts that I need to buy. Katelyn had to fill in for Josie because she’s not feeling great. Katelyn is hoping that’s it’s morning sickness and that Josie and Liam are finally expanding their family. According to Katelyn, they’re trying and have been since before they married almost two years ago but they still haven’t conceived. She says that Josie is starting to freak out.

I don’t blame her though. I think that when a woman wants a child, it’s all she thinks about. After the other night, it’s what I should be thinking about. We didn’t use protection and while I was there, experiencing him that way, I couldn’t have cared less. I just wanted what he was offering. I was so stupid for going to the gym to confront Xander. Everything I had planned to say went out the door as soon as I saw him. My brother was likely trying to get under my skin when he started teasing me about their earlier conversation, and he succeeded. Just not the way he thought. It pissed me off that Xander would discuss me with the guys while they worked out.

The night he showed up, I was nervous. I hadn’t eaten that much with the kids and after the little instigators ditched me and the wine came out, I couldn’t suck it down fast enough. Just looking at Xander makes me want to forget my life in New York.

What I did at the gym – I’ve never done anything like that. It was raw and pure. Being with Xander like that made me feel like a woman who could conquer the world. I hate that I left without saying goodbye. I just couldn’t face him after what we did. To say I’m physically attracted to Xander would be an epic understatement. Not only do I have Katelyn reminding me of how hot he is, but the way he carries himself shows me that he’s one hundred percent pure man. And I thought I could keep up my wall and not let anyone chip away at it. I was so wrong.

Oliver isn’t anything like Xander when it comes to sex. Oliver is boring – I guess it’s how I’d describe him after what I experienced last night. Lights off, only in a bed and always at night. Maybe it’s age, or maybe it’s me. And maybe Xander is just a better lover or maybe Oliver thinks I’m the one who’s boring.

No, Xander isn’t a lover, at least not to me. He probably thinks of me as a slut for what I did last night. Going there with a plate of food as my excuse to see him was wrong. It was like an out-of-body experience, except I enjoyed every tantalizing moment. I welcomed every touch, and every caress. I begged for him to grab my hips and pull me roughly against him. And when I kissed him – that’s when I knew I couldn’t stay there. I would’ve ended up in his bed and never left. He made me feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman — minus the paid-for sex part.