Chapter 23: Chapter 23

MELODY

I giggled and shook my head. “He’s my best friend.”

“With benefits?”

Again, I shook my head. “Only friend.”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. I’m possessive too, Sara,” he grumbled.

I laughed softly. “If it makes you feel better, Dan likes cocks. He isn’t interested in my pussy.” I winked.

His jaw dropped. “You mean he’s gay?”

I nodded, and he chuckled. “I was thinking about all the different ways to kick his ass.”

I pushed him off me, and I picked up my robe from the floor and wrapped it around me.

I closed the distance between us and wrapped my hand around his neck. He slid one arm around my waist, bringing me close to him.

“Now go, before anyone sees you here in my room,” I whispered and kissed him gently. I stepped back.

After he walked out, I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering how I could have wanted to forget him last night. And now, I was dreaming about our future together.

Last night, I had been thinking about Lisa, and now I was only thinking about myself, my love, my happiness.

~Am I being selfish?~

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~Is it right to be selfish over someone you love?~

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~Maybe I should ask Lisa first how she feels about Xavier.~

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“Ugh,” I groaned, picking up the phone to call Dan.

“Hey, baby girl,” Dan’s voice greeted me.

“Dan, I need your help.”

“Okay, tell me.”

So I started telling him everything. There was a pause on the other end, and I gave him a minute to digest everything.

“Dan?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” he snapped.

“I don’t know what to do, Dan. Whatever I choose, someone will get hurt in the end.”

“Baby girl, if you choose Lisa’s happiness, no one will be happy in the end. You all will be miserable in one way or another because he loves you, from what you told me.

“If you choose to sacrifice your love for him, you won’t be happy, and neither will Xavier. Do you think Lisa will be happy with a person who doesn’t love her?”

I thought about what he said, and I knew he was right, and Lisa would never be happy with Xavier. “I think you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?” He laughed.

I shook my head. “That’s why I love you so much.”

“Finally, after a long wait, you said you love me when you’re already in love with him.”

“Yeah, can you believe it? I’m in love in spite of how much I wanted to run away from love or any other feeling.”

~KNOCK~

“Come in!” I called. Dan was still on the line.

Mom opened the door and walked in, frowning when she saw me still in my robe.

“Sweetie, everyone is ready to leave. Get ready fast.”

I took a deep breath, preparing myself to lie. I had lied many times, but never to Mom.

“Actually, Mom, Dan is coming over. I’ll come tomorrow with Dan if it’s okay.” My voice broke, and I licked my lips nervously. I knew Dan was listening.

She was quiet and narrowed her eyes, studying me. I was shaking a little. If Mom caught my lie—

“Okay, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Mom said with a wicked grin.

“Oh my God, Mom!” I shrieked.

She laughed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“Dan, are you still there?”

“What the fuck was that? You didn’t even ask me,” he snapped.

“I was going to ask you, Dan.”

“But you didn’t!”

I sighed. “Sorry.”

“I will come, but you have to tell me why you lied.”

I told him everything, and he agreed to come and drive me to New York.

For the next few minutes, Dan and I made small talk. After we were finished, I made my way downstairs to say goodbye.

I heard Xavier’s voice the moment I stepped into the living room. A tiny shiver moved through me when I realized he was asking me something. I hadn’t heard at first because I was busy staring at him.

He cleared his throat to get my attention, and there was a smug smile on his lips, the lips I badly wanted to taste. The taste I couldn’t get enough of.

And when he pressed those lips to my body, I burned for him. I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache.

Lisa was sad; I could see it on her face. I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, and guilt clawed inside me once again. Reading my mind, Xavier gave me a small, encouraging smile.

I took a step forward to hug Lisa, even though guilt clawed my throat, desperate to relieve it with the confession, ~I am the reason behind your sadness~.

Before leaving, Xavier gave me a friendly hug in front of everyone. I slipped the extra key into his pocket. “I’ll be back in an hour. I want you naked and wet for me,” he whispered.

A tingling jolt of electricity shot through me, and my heartbeat thrummed wildly. He stepped back, keeping his face neutral.

He climbed into his car and drove away alone, saying he had some business to handle on the other side of the city.

Mom and Dad rode with Lisa in her car, and Jake and Nick took their jeep. I stood there on the porch until their cars were no longer in view.

I slipped into the back of the house and into the kitchen. I took out wine from Dad’s personal bar, poured it into a glass, and took a long sip to calm my nerves.

It wasn’t like the first time I’d been alone, but I was pretty nervous today. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because I would be alone here with Xavier for a whole day.

I couldn’t help but laugh at my own stupidity. I had been alone with Xavier before. Why was I nervous now?

I shook my head and downed the rest of the wine, then grabbed my laptop from my room and sat at the dining table, working on something I’d started last year after coming back from New York.

The description of the male character was exactly like Xavier, and the female’s was exactly like me.

Maybe I had been writing about our experience in New York, what I’d felt and what I’d wanted at that time.

I yawned after twenty minutes, and my eyes started getting heavy. I didn’t want to close them. I glanced at my watch. I still had a few minutes.

I set an alarm on my phone and decided to take a nap for fifteen minutes.

I crossed my hands on the table and laid my head on them, then closed my eyes. I drifted away, feeling happier than I ever had.

I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep. When I woke up, Xavier was sitting on the couch with my laptop.

“Sorry. I fell asleep,” I said, walking toward him.

“It’s okay.” His eyes were still on my laptop, and his hands were moving. He was typing something.

“What are you doing?” I asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Writing my point of view.” He turned to me, giving me his full attention. He placed my laptop on the other side of the couch.

He cupped my face with his hands and looked directly into my eyes. “I didn’t know you felt this deeply for me,” he whispered. His eyes were shiny with something, something strong.

I stared at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted to go through your personal stuff, but your laptop was on, and I couldn’t stop myself from reading,” he said.

“Writing my point of view,” he’d said before, when I’d asked what he was doing on my laptop. He had been reading my journal and adding his POV to it.

I leaned forward and smashed my lips to his. The kiss started slowly but grew more intense. He returned my kiss with more passion.

I pushed my fingers into his hair to hold him still and kissed him back, my tongue sliding along his, stroking. I sucked on his tongue.

His groan was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard, making the flesh between my legs tighten.

“Mine,” he whispered between kisses, and his arms banded around me and tightened possessively. He deepened his hold on me, and he was suddenly sliding me onto his lap.

My thighs spread wide on either side of his big, muscular legs. His hands slid down to cup the backs of my thighs. Squeezing gently, he tugged me just a little bit closer.

He broke the kiss only long enough to suck in a breath, then slanted his mouth over mine again, thrusting his tongue into the wet heat of my mouth in a hard and fast rhythm.

He trailed a path of fiery kisses down my neck.

A moan rumbled up from my throat as he gently bit and sucked on the sensitive skin at the crook. I reached down, pulling at the hem of my T-shirt until it was on the floor.

Xavier growled as he looked down at the bright-red lace bra that barely hid my nipples. He dipped his head and dragged his tongue along the space where lace met skin.

He reached behind me, unclasping my bra. He dipped his head, taking my nipple in his mouth, and he sucked my nipple until it was aching, then he did the same with my other breast.

He pushed me backward, dragging his hand down my neck and between my breasts. He shifted us so I was lying down on the couch and hovered above me and rested his forehead against mine.

His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. “I need to be inside you, Sara,” he whispered roughly. “I’m aching for you.”

Without waiting, he pulled down my pants along with my panties. I rose from the couch and knelt in front of him.

“Sara,” he tried to protest.

“Please, I want to taste you,” I whispered, looking into his eyes.

He nodded, his gaze dark and possessive.

I undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, and his cock sprung free. I kissed the tip and wrapped my lips around his length tightly.

Holding it tightly between my lips, I began to slowly suck up and down, massaging his balls with my free hand. He groaned. I worked his shaft with my hands as I pumped him hard and fast into my mouth.

He was growing even more as I sucked, and my tongue licked around his tip every time I went down on him.

“Suck me hard, baby; yeah, just like that. Oh… You feel so good, baby,” he groaned.

My pumping grew faster, my sucking became harder, and by this time, I was deep-throating him.

I looked up and I saw his eyes roll back in his head in pleasure. I gave him one last good suck, and he exploded inside my mouth. His taste was addictive, and I wanted more.

I sucked him clean, then he pulled me up and kissed me, tasting himself on me.

“I want you, love,” I murmured between kisses.

He pulled back and looked at me with stormy, dark eyes. “Say it again.”

“I want you.” He reached out and stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“No, what you said after that.” His voice was gruff and thick with emotions.

I smiled softly and whispered, “Love.”

His eyes held so many emotions—joy, pride, hope, and love. I whispered again, “I want you, love.”

“Oh fuck,” he cried and pulled me into his arms fiercely.

“Say it again,” he said, nuzzling my ear with his tongue.

I shivered. “I want you, love.”

“You have me. I have been dying to be inside your pussy,” he groaned in my hair.

“No,” I whispered.

He pulled back and frowned. “No?”

I nodded. “I want you, but not there.” I paused and smiled shyly.

“I want you in my ass. I want you to make me yours in all the ways you can. You can fuck my pussy, fuck my tits, fuck my mouth, my ass. Make me yours.” I looked straight into his eyes.

Xavier’s jaw tightened, and his gaze darkened dangerously.

“You have to be sure about this, Sara. Because after hearing those words from your filthy mouth, I don’t think I will be able to control myself. I won’t be gentle, Sara, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

His features were harsh with lust, and his eyes were so dark and dilated.

A violent shiver of arousal moved through me. I wanted him, and I didn’t want him to be gentle. I didn’t want him to control himself.

“I want you. Take me all the ways you can,” I rasped, challenging him.

He buried his face in my neck and held me tightly in place. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispered hoarsely in my neck.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft. “I have some,” I whispered, smirking, running my hand up and down his cock.

He chuckled. “I love you so fucking much.” He tightened his arms around me.

“I love you more,” I replied.

He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

I pulled back slightly to look at his face.

“I didn’t know she was your sister. I’m sorry for hurting you. I will—”

I placed my finger on his lips. “Shush. I don’t want to talk about anything else. I just want you at the moment, nothing else.”

“I will be gentle,” he promised, claiming my lips.

I caught his lower lip between my teeth and stroked the curve with the tip of my tongue. He groaned with pleasure.

“I like you rough, stranger,” I whispered wickedly, remembering the second round on our first night, the way he’d spanked me that night and asked me to be on all fours so he could fuck me from behind hard and rough.