Typing out a message, I send her a quick text, knowing that’s all it’s going to take with her. She doesn’t need to be taken out to dinner first. No wining and dining her. All she’s hungry for is my cock.
Me: You busy tonight?
She replies right away.
Candy: No, wanna come to my place?
Bingo.
Me: On my way.
I’m out the door a few minutes later. God, I can’t wait to get my dick wet. She only lives a couple miles away, and before I realize it, I’m standing on her doorstep and rapping my hand against her heavy wooden door.
She lives in a nice apartment complex, the kind that has a doorman. I’ve never asked her what she does for work, not that I care really since she’s nothing more than a quick fuck, but she must have a nice paying job, or come from old money if she lives in a decent place like this.
The door opens and Candy appears in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a white tank top without a bra on. Her nipples are visible, hardened, and begging to be sucked.
“You like my outfit, I see.” She giggles, motioning for me to come in with bedroom eyes.
“I’m going to like it even better when it’s on the floor.”
“You want a drink first?” she asks without batting an eye at my comment.
“No, I want you naked and riding my cock.”
“Let’s go then.” Leaving me in the entryway, she starts toward her bedroom. My body finally catches up with my brain and I follow behind her a couple steps, keeping my eyes on her firm ass. She must work out every day, her ass is almost too firm, it doesn’t even jiggle as she walks. Bailey’s ass is perfect. It’s round and firm but soft at the same time. I want to sink my teeth into it, my fingers into it.
“You okay?” I look up, realizing that we are in Candy’s bedroom and I’ve been fantasizing over Bailey’s ass for the last minute. Shit.
“I’m good,” I lie and grab the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head, freeing her double D tits from the flimsy fabric.
Bending down, I take one of the perky peaks into my mouth and suck, trying my very best to push away every thought clouding my mind. Candy moans, running her fingers through my hair while arching her back, pushing her tits into my face.
Releasing her nipple with a loud pop, I nudge her back toward her bed and push her down onto the mattress. Her lips part and a gasp escapes them while her legs fall open, making the tiny shorts slide to the side, giving me the perfect view of her bare pussy.
My dick should be rock hard right now, but for some fucking reason, it isn’t. It’s like it’s broken or something. Growling in frustration, I climb onto the bed and over top of her, caging her beneath my body. Gazing down at her, I try and see Candy, but the only person I see is Bailey, her chestnut brown hair against the sheets, an innocent grin on her soft lips.
Jesus. I’m so fucked. I shake my head, willing the images before me away.
Candy’s flowery perfume invades my senses, it doesn’t smell bad, but it smells wrong. Hell, everything is wrong. The way she smells, not like strawberries and cream. The way she feels, not soft, and curvy. The way she looks and acts.
Everything is wrong and I know this because it’s the wrong woman.
“You sure you okay, big guy?” She bats her blue eyes at me, and I pull away, sagging down onto the mattress beside her.
“No… I’m not. I’m sorry, Candy… but I can’t do this.” I wouldn’t blame her if she kicked me out right now. Hell, I would kick me out right now. When she doesn’t make a move to walk me toward the door, I’m a little surprised.
“Having a hard time getting someone out of your head?”
“That obvious, huh?” I get up from the bed, watching as she pushes herself up onto her elbows. I can feel her eyes on my skin.
“Well, it’s kind of my job. I’m a therapist,” she clarifies.
“Shit, I might start calling you for something else then.” I give her a grin before running my hands through my hair.
A bubble of laughter escapes her lips. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I think I’ll just go. I don’t want to waste your time, or mine any further. I thought this is what I needed, but it’s clear as day that fucking someone else isn’t going to fix my problem.” As soon as I say the words, I realize how crude I sound.
“I’m sorry…” I turn around, grimacing.
Candy lifts a hand. “Don’t be. If you want to hook up again, give me a call. I’m always here.”
I nod, feeling every bit of the asshole I am. Showing myself to the door, I open it and leave. Once in the hallway and alone, I try and gather my thoughts.
Fucking Christ. My cock is broke. Every time I close my damn eyes, I see my best friend, naked, lying on my bed, looking very much like a sacrificial lamb.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? Bailey doesn’t want to be anything more than friends, but I can’t just be friends with her anymore. I have to do something, say something to her, because I can’t live like this anymore.
I need her.
I want her.
And I’ll be damned if I won’t have her again.
9
Bailey
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The insistent knocking on my door gives me an instant headache. Whoever the hell is on the other side of that door is going to get their ass handed to them. They’ve got balls of steel coming to my place unannounced at... I glare down at my phone, ten o’clock at night?
Stomping across my apartment and to the front door, I unlock the deadbolt and twist the knob pulling the heavy wooden door open in a haste. My mouth opens with a slew of words red hot and on the tip of my tongue.
Every profanity I planned to expel gets stuck in my throat when I see Elijah standing on the other side of the door. His blue eyes hold an undeniable hunger, and if I didn’t know better, I would say he was looking at me as if he was ready to devour me.
“I’m sorry to just show up here, even more at this time of night, but I need to talk to you, and it can’t wait until tomorrow, and what I want to talk about isn’t really something we could do over the phone.” He lifts a hand and rubs at the back of his neck. The tension in his jaw and the muscles of his body are visible.
Whatever he wants to talk about, it’s bothering him, eating away at him like a disease.
Swallowing thickly, I step aside, waving my arm in the air motioning for him to come inside. Exhaling a sigh of what I assume is relief, he crosses the threshold and walks straight into the living room. There he flops down on the couch and into the same spot where I was sitting just five minutes ago.
Closing the door, I return to the living room and take a seat next to him, careful not to brush his leg with mine as I sit down. The last thing I need is to touch him, because one touch is all it’s going to take to send my walls crumbling to the ground.
“Look, I know this whole situation is fucked up. You are my best friend, and I shouldn’t think about you the way I have been, but I can’t shut this shit off. I want you, Bailey. I want you so bad I can’t fucking stand it. You’re like a damn drug. I’ve tried to forget about you…” The air grows thick between us, making it hard for me to breathe and when his gaze turns from his hands and to my face, I pale. His brows draw downward, and a frown appears on his lips. He looks so defeated, so broken.