Pulse - Part Two Page 3

  "I was walking past and saw you through the window." His face flushes.

  "No." I take a heavy step back wanting to distance myself. "You followed me."

  "Don't flatter yourself." He pulls his hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. "I saw you through the window. You were unsteady on your feet so I wanted to make sure you got home safely."

  "You watched me with him." I breathe sharply, suddenly feeling faint knowing that he saw me and Drew come into the building together. "You followed me here."

  "Where is he?" He pushes again. "He didn't leave through the front door."

  "He...he..." I stammer. "He went out the back exit. It's closer to the subway." I point meekly in the direction of the street.

  "He's not coming back?" I can hear the relief skirting the edges of the words.

  I shake my head.

  "Promise me you're not going to sleep with him." His face is emotionless. "Tell me he's never going to have this mouth." His thumb traces a path across my bottom lip. "It's going to kill me if he does."

  "You have to stop." I push his hand away. "You can't tell me what to do when you're sleeping with other women. It's not fair. You can't."

  "Don't fuck him." His tone is pleading. He pulls me into his chest. "Promise me you won't and I'll give up everyone else."

  ***

  "How many men have fucked this sweet body?" He pulls on my hair from behind, pushing his cock deeper into me. I push my head into the pillows on my bed wanting to skirt the question. I can't talk about other men when I'm so close to the edge of an orgasm.

  "This feels so good," I exhale. "So good."

  "Tell me, Jessica." He reaches his other hand around so it's resting on my mound. I whimper knowing that he's going to circle my clit with his finger. He's going to push me even closer to the edge. "How many men have been inside of you?"

  "I can't." I moan deeply as his fingers glide effortlessly through my wet folds.

  "You can't remember?" He pushes his cock deeper into me, filling me fully. "You can't remember how many men have slid into you? Have taken you?"

  "Don't." I push back onto him, wanting him to fuck me harder. He's torturing me and he knows it. He's withholding until I answer his question.

  "Don't what?" He almost pulls himself entirely out of me. "Don't stop fucking you?"

  "No." I cry out as he pulls back harshly, his cock falling from my body. "Nathan, please, just fuck me."

  "Tell me." He pulls so hard on my hair that I cry out. "Tell me how many men you've let fuck you."

  "No." I won't. I can't let him have this much control. I don't want him to know.

  I feel the bed shift behind me and I tremble with a veiled sob. He's going to stop just because I won't tell him how many lovers I've had?

  I almost scream when I feel his tongue race over my folds. "You want to come so badly." His voice is loud and commanding. "You're so close. Look how swollen and ripe you are. "

  "Yes." I push back on my knees, trying to find his tongue. I need to find it. I need him to suck on my clit until I come.

  "Tell me how many men you've let inside this perfect little body." His tongue traces a slow and almost painful path over my clit. It's so light I can barely feel it, but my entire body trembles.

  "Lick it, Nathan," I coax. "Just lick it."

  "Like this." He laps greedily at my folds before pulling my clit into his mouth. He sucks his cheeks in. The intensity is overwhelming. I feel a rush begin deep within me.

  "Like that." I groan.

  "Tell me." He pulls back again and my body's left helpless. I'm on fire, aching and so close to coming.

  "Three," I whisper. "Three."

  "Three," he repeats back as he glides himself fully into me with one swift movement. "Not one of them has fucked you the way I do, have they?"

  "God, no," I scream as I grip the pillows tightly in my hand as he pounds his cock into me.

  "Tell me how good it feels." His voice is a deep growl. "Tell me how much you like being fucked by me."

  I almost come from the words. "So much."

  "Jessica." He leans over me, his lips trailing a path down my neck.

  "So good," I cry out as I feel my body tense with pleasure.

  "So fucking good." He pumps himself harder into me before he screams my name.

  Chapter 7

  "Just so we're clear, Jessica." He pulls the sweater over his head. "You're not going to hang out at bars with random men anymore."

  "Just so we're clear, Nathan." I mimic back, tucking the blanket from my bed around me. "You're the one who hangs out at bars picking up random women."

  "Touché." He dips his chin in my direction. "I'm willing to give that up for you."

  "You'll forgive me if I doubt that's real." I pull a thin smile across my face.

  "You can ask me if you want." He buttons his jeans before he pushes his feet back into the leather loafers.

  "Ask you what?"

  "How many lovers I've had." He sits on the edge of the bed.

  "I don't think my brain can process a number that high," I tease, even though the thought pulls my stomach into a tumbleweed of knots. It has to be in the hundreds. Maybe it's even in the thousands.

  "One." He leans forward to brush his lips against mine. "One."

  I furrow my brow at the response. "One?"

  "I've fucked a lot of women." He closes his eyes briefly as if he's trying to hide behind the reality of that statement. "Having a lover is different. It's more about what's in here." He pulls my hand to his chest.

  "Don't say things you don't mean."

  "I never do." He nuzzles his face into my hair. "You smell so good right after I've fucked you."

  "So you were serious then?" I pull back. I want confirmation that what he said right before he carried me to my bed is real.

  "Serious about not sleeping with anyone else?" He pushes a stray hair from my forehead. "Dead serious, Jessica."

  "You're going to give up the hotel room?" I push the issue. If he doesn't, I'm not going to agree to anything. I don't see him as a one woman type of man.

  "I gave it up after I saw you in my apartment." A vein in his neck pulses. "Seeing you there. That changed everything."

  "It blew up your relationship with Cassandra." I pull my legs closer to my chest.

  "No." He glances down at the sheet. "You belonged there. You looked so perfect standing there by the mantel when I walked in. I couldn’t stop staring at you."

  "You seriously think you can settle for one woman?" I raise a brow. I want this so much. I want him. I just don't want to toss all my hopes into a basket that he's holding only to find out he's lying to me.

  "I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else." He pulls my hand into his lap. "When Drew walked through the front door of this building holding your hand, I almost lost it. In my mind you were on your knees with his cock in your mouth. When he didn't come back down I thought he was buried inside of you listening to you come."

  "So you want us to be exclusive so I don't fuck anyone else?" I ask the question slowly. "That's all this is about?"

  "I'm not all roses and romance, Jessica." He stands and pulls on the hem of his sweater to straighten it. "Don't expect that from me."

  "I'm not." I feel slightly embarrassed that I assumed that was part of it.

  "I want this all to myself." He runs his hand over my leg before he brushes his lips across my forehead. "If that means I have to make sacrifices, I'll do whatever it takes."

  Chapter 8

  "So you two are going steady?" Rebecca takes a perfume sample card from a young woman in the aisle of Macy's.

  "I think my vagina and his dick are going steady." I shrug. "I can't say anything about the rest of our bodies."

  Her head rolls back in laughter. "He's a sex fiend, isn't it? It sounds like all you two do is fuck and I mean by sounds, I heard the screams coming out of your room last night."

  "He's amazing in bed." I feel my face flush. "I'm
addicted to that. I really am."

  "I would be too." She stops to admire a row of handbags. "I just don't know how a man like that gives up all his other women."

  I close my eyes to shake off the image of Nathan at the club. He promised me he gave up the room. I need to believe him if this is going to work.

  "I'm sorry, Jess." She brushes her hand across my arm. "I didn't mean it like that."

  "No." I turn away from her. Of course she meant it like that. She knows how I met him. She knows that he kept a room above the club just for fucking different women.

  ""I just meant that a man like that gets bored easily regardless of how hot the woman he's sleeping with is." Her words are meant to console me, but they only thrust me into more sordid thoughts of Nathan and his insatiable libido.

  "I have to find a way to trust him," I say it as if it's an easy endeavor. I've already doubted him since he's taken most of the day to return a text I sent him this morning.

  "I wouldn't worry about it." She picks up a bracelet and holds it up to the fluorescent lights in the store. "Enjoy the sex while you can and then when it's over you won't be too invested."

  "I wish it was that easy," I mutter under my breath as I glance at a showcase filled with earrings.

  ***

  "Push back." His hand pushes lightly on my mound as I stretch back in the tub, pulling his cock deeper within me.

  "Like this?" I grab hold of the sides of the tub, arching my back away from him.

  "I love when I'm that deep." He rests his head on the back of the tub, his other hand lazily running a circle over my throbbing nipple.

  "Do you like me?" My throat tightens as I ask the question.

  His eyes dart open. "Do I like you?"

  "Yes." I push back again, pulling his cock even deeper within my body. "Do you like me?"

  "I love your body." He jerks my hips down into his lap, causing his cock to plunge to its depth inside of me.

  I let a slow, low moan escape through my lips.

  "I've never fucked anyone so perfectly made for me." He moves to grab my breast, cupping it in his hand. "Everything about you is what I crave."

  I push down setting a rhythm between us. "You like my body."

  "No," he interrupts, his finger rising to my lips. "I love your body."

  "Do you like me?" I ask again, my eyes boring into him under heavy lashes. The heat in his bathroom and the two hours we spent in bed before the bath has pulled every ounce of energy from me.

  "Jessica." He stops and pulls himself from me. "Jessica," he whispers into my mouth as his lips float over mine.

  "Tell me you like me." I breathe into his kiss.

  "I'm crazy about you." He leans back, cupping my cheeks in his hands. "You're remarkable."

  "In bed?"

  "No." He runs the pad of his thumb under my eye. "In bed you're fucking spectacular."

  I pull a small grin across my moist lips. Of course he'd say that. He loves what we do in bed.

  "Out of bed, you don't know me," I say it. It's been skirting across my thoughts for weeks, dancing at the tip of my tongue.

  "I want to know you." He kisses the tip of my nose. "I'm going to know you."

  I lean forward and rest my head against his chest. I hope that's true. I want him to know me, everything about me.

  Chapter 9

  "I didn't think you'd be able to pull yourself out of bed." He looks up from the desk in his guest room. "Do you want me to call down so the doorman gets a cab for you?"

  No. I don't want that. I want him to tell him that I can stay the night. I want him to at least acknowledge that I'm leaving with more than a quick call to someone else to arrange my transportation home.

  "I can hail a cab myself." I sling my purse over my shoulder. "Thank you for today."

  "Thank you for today?" He playfully throws the words back at me.

  "Yes." I stand in front of him, absentmindedly playing with the hem of my skirt. I regret being so vulnerable in the bathtub. Rebecca was right. I can't get too invested in him. He's not a man you can trust your heart with.

  "Thank you for fucking you?" He's on his feet now, strolling towards me. "Thank you for making you come so many times?"

  "Sure," I toss back. "Although, I do know how to come myself."

  "Next time you're going to show me that." He brushes his lips across my forehead. "Get home safe, Jessica."

  I feel my body heave a heavy sigh as I watch him walk back to his desk and take a seat. His eyes instantly focus on his laptop as he places a call on his cell.

  I turn and walk out of the room in silence, wishing I could redo the entire day from beginning to end.

  ***

  "I can't believe today is your last day." Cassandra pulls me into a warm embrace.

  "Me either." I mean the words on the surface. Truth be told, I'm breathing a heavy sigh of relief that I don't have to face her every day. Even though she's never realized that I was the woman Nathan was talking about, I haven't felt settled working for her since then.

  "You're going to go work at Axel NY?" She claps her hands together in delight. "Do you think you can get me a table?"

  "I have absolutely no pull over there." I smile. "I doubt at this point that I can get a table."

  "I think I'll see you there sometime." She pinches my side. "I'm dating someone new."

  The instant the words leave her lips I feel as though a boulder has been lifted from my shoulders. "You have. Really?" I know I sound excited. Maybe too excited but I don't care. I want her to be happy. I want her to find a man who can fill the void she's long felt in her life.

  "A guy from work." Her face brightens. "It's really new and early but he's crazy about me."

  I feel a stab of longing when I hear those words. He's crazy about her. He's probably wild about more than just her body.

  "I hope it works out," I offer. I genuinely mean it. I want her to get a guy who will treat her with the respect she deserves. "Maybe he has a friend he can introduce me to."

  "Things aren't going good with the random?" She reaches to touch my wrist. I smile at the subtle sign of affection.

  "They're okay. Better, I guess." I'm honestly not sure how to answer her question. "I just have this nagging feeling."

  "What feeling, Jess. Spit it out." She reaches to push a piece hair back behind my ear. "What are you feeling?"

  "I feel as though he's only in it for the sex." I shrug my shoulders. "He asked for my number but that's it. He never asks about my life unless it relates to the possibility of another man getting in my pants."

  "So he's jealous but disinterested?" She cocks her head to the side.

  "Exactly."

  "Maybe he just likes the sex so much that he wants to keep you to himself but he's not interested in a real relationship."

  "I think you just defined him to a tee." I reach to give her a quick hug. "Keep in touch."

  "Come by and visit the kids whenever you want and Jess, watch out for your heart."

  Chapter 10

  "This is so much fun." Rebecca literally screams over the hum of the crowd, the drink in her hand very close to spilling all over the front of her white dress. "We haven't partied this hard in years."

  Correction. She hadn't partied this hard in years. I was drinking a virgin margarita and feeling absolutely no buzz at all. I had an early prep shift at the restaurant and I couldn't be cloudy for that. I wanted to make the best impression I could. Going with her to this new club opening was simply a favor. As soon as she found someone to latch onto, I was going to catch a cab to go home.

  "We should dance." She pulls on my hand forcing me to leave my drink on the bar as I join her on the crowded floor.

  "This is fun." I call over to her as the pulse of the music races through me. I close my eyes, losing myself to the rhythm. I don’t want to care about anything right now. I don't want to think about the fact that I called Nathan twice today and got absolutely no response. Tonight isn't about him. It's about m
e having fun.

  I feel a hand on my side and my eyes pop open. A tall, blonde man is dancing next to me. I know I should push him away but it's just dancing. I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm having fun.

  "What's your name?" he asks over the music.

  "Jess," I almost scream back.

  "Pretty." He smiles before he snakes against mine. I don't pull back. I'm coasting to the sounds, the smells, the feeling of the club. This is a place where I don't have to answer to anyone. I can be who I want to be and just enjoy knowing that other men want me.

  I close my eyes again, not caring that his hands are now both on my waist. I can feel his pelvis gyrating against me. He's aroused. He's so wanting. If I met him the first night I trolled the other club, he would have been the man I fucked. It would have been one night. Simple. Over and done with.

  The tempo changes and he moves closer. He shifts his hand from my waist to my hip. I push against him as he breathes even heavier on my neck.

  Suddenly there's another set of hands on me. These are more aggressive, pulling me harder. I push against it, but I can't stop the grip. The hands pull me away from the blonde man and deeper into the crowd.

  I feel a rush of hot breath on my neck and a hand pressing hard on my stomach. I push myself into the man behind me. I'd know his scent and touch anywhere. He must have listened to the voicemails I left him telling him where I would be. "When other men touch you, you think about me," he whispers. "Your body can't deny it."

  "Your body wants me more, Nathan." I push back against him, feeling the strain in his pants. "You want to fuck me right here. Right in this middle of this dance floor."

  "I'd fuck you anywhere." He turns me around quickly, pushing his full lips into mine. "I don't watch you for one night and you're in a club, dry humping a stranger."

  "You should keep better tabs on me." I run my hand down his pants, outlining his rigid cock beneath the material.

  "Tell your friend you're leaving right now."

  Chapter 11

  "Goddamn it." He exhales sharply as I pull my teeth across the tip of his cock. "You're so greedy tonight."