Some Things, page 21
“Gotta boost that self-esteem.”
“Right you are, my friend.” I stuck my arm out and pointed to him, doing a little hip shake. Dustin grabbed my finger and then my entire hand. He spun me around, and suddenly we were dancing as he spun me again across his body and then pulled me in closer to him. He hummed a soft tune filling the silence in the garage. His hand warmed my back as our bodies swayed together. Holding onto my other hand, he pulled them in closer to our bodies.
My heartbeat raced as the intimacy between us grew.
Too scared to look up into his eyes, I focused on his neck but that didn’t help my thoughts. I hadn’t noticed how kissable his neck was. I hadn’t noticed how kissable any of Dustin was but right now, that was all I could think about.
My breathing became staggered, but I didn’t think he noticed. He continued to hum and dance with me, eventually pulling our holding hands in more to our center where he lifted my chin up with his pointer finger.
“Please stop me at anytime, but…” and he leaned forward slowly while he raised my head more. My body tensed for impact, not knowing how to process what was happening.
Our lips met, and I was awkward at best. I hadn’t kissed anyone in a very long time. I’d almost forgotten how to. But Dustin reminded me as he kissed me softly at first, small pecks, lightly pressing down until I could remember kissing didn’t involve thinking. It involved emotions.
I let my feelings take over and realized how much I liked Dustin kissing me, having his hands on me and to feel his embrace. I hadn’t thought I would ever want that again, but desire had risen up inside me.
I wanted Dustin.
I wanted him now.
Chapter forty-one
Dustin
Briar.
She was in my arms, finally, and I didn’t ever want to let her go.
I couldn’t not kiss her anymore. It was becoming too much to handle. I had tried to hold back but seeing her so excited about the place and her silly mannerisms brought me to the breaking point.
I needed her.
Looking into those unsure eyes almost broke my heart. She needed to understand how amazing she was. How wonderful I thought she was.
Kissing her became a necessity. Her lips without mine on them became criminal. I grew feral in her desirable aura.
She hesitated at first. I questioned continuing, but she started kissing me back, and the pure bliss that occurred within me should be bottled up and sold. I heard her let out a small moan, and my heart pulsated faster. Blood rushed to my cock, excited by the turn of events.
My tongue played with hers as my hands explored her body, memorizing the way she felt. She gently nibbled on my lip as I contemplated the idea of tearing off her clothes.
Smiling at me, she giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck. My lips couldn’t stay off her. They found her cheek and then her neck where I feasted on her like a vampire. She arched her back, and her head rested on one of my hands, her pelvis leaning into mine.
I’d never hated fabric more.
“I want to see you naked,” I said into her neck.
“Then take my clothes off,” she said firmly.
At this, I swiftly put my arm under her knees and cradled her head in my other arm, carrying her over to the couch. She ran her hand on my cheek, longingly staring at me. If I had the world to give, I would have given it to her at that moment.
“Still mad at me for buying this couch?” she asked as she used a free hand to tear away the cover. I laid her down, moving some hair away from her face.
Kissing her softly, I said, “This couch is the greatest wingman.”
I kicked off my shoes expertly as she reached for my pants, unzipping and pulling them down. Her boldness was doing things to me as my dick ached with anticipation.
She raised her head up slightly to meet my lips and grabbed the back of my head to pull me down. I complied wholeheartedly.
I could kiss that woman all night long.
Climbing on top of her, our lips were still together, passion brewing between us. She gyrated her hips beneath me, her pelvis rubbing up against me. I wanted nothing more than to feel her—taste her warmth and be inside her.
She moaned again, and I couldn’t contain myself. It was like a purr that went directly to my groin. I kissed down her neck, and she lifted her arms. Finding the bottom of her shirt, I pulled it over her head exposing her soft skin and imprisoned breasts. I took them both in my hands watching her arch her back again, allowing me to indulge.
“You’re spectacular,” I said under my breath.
She looked towards the back cushion of the couch, embarrassed most likely, but I wouldn’t allow it. I took her chin and moved her head back towards mine and shook my head slowly.
Her eyes told me she understood and beckoned me towards her with her finger. I obliged, and she moved her mouth to my ear.
She whispered, “You haven’t seen anything yet,” and nibbled my ear lobe.
God damn, we were going to destroy each other.
I freed her breasts and tossed her bra aside. Playing with her nipples, watching them become hard did the same thing to me. Sucking on one, I watched her from the top of my eyes, her eyes rolling back, closing for a moment, and then meeting mine. She smirked and bit her lip as I moved my mouth to her other breast, fiddling my tongue on her nipple, each lick satisfying my desires to taste every part of her body.
Leaving her breast, my mouth moved down her torso, gently kissing, my hands sliding down with me until they hooked on the top of her pants. She had an elastic waistband, and I wasted no time in continuing to move down, taking her pants off with me.
I sat up and dropped them onto the floor. Taking my shirt off, I winked at her, watching her eyes study my chest.
I lifted her leg and began to kiss her ankle, moving up the inside of her limb, until I was at her inner thigh. I could smell her wetness. Her hands ran through my hair telling me she was enjoying herself, loving what I was doing for her.
I pushed one side of her panties out of the way and ran my tongue over her center, her hips rising and falling with each lick. I wanted her completely free so grabbed a hold of each side of them and pulled them off quickly so I could be right back between her thighs, tasting her goodness. She squirmed beneath me as I played with her clit, my fingers walking up her legs searching for their destination. They met me at her pleasure points, and my fingers circled around as my tongue toyed with her.
“Please, Dustin.”
“You taste so good.”
It was true. She was making me want her even more, if that was at all possible. My fingers itched to obtain their goal. I slowly put one in, feeling her arousal. She took in a small breath of air as I put in a second finger, pushing in and out, not moving my tongue from her sensitive spot. She writhed beneath me, her hands going from my hair to her breasts, pushing them together, giving herself even more pleasure.
“God, Dustin.”
My fingers were wet with her juices as I continued to feel inside her, mimicking what my cock wanted to do to her.
And I couldn’t wait any longer.
I kissed my way back up to her mouth letting her taste herself.
“I want you… now.” Her voice was low, her eyes intense.
Her hands traveled down my back, her fingernails making marks until they reached my boxers and shoved them down. Using her feet, she pushed them down all the way, leaving them in a clump at the end of the couch.
“Impress—”
But I couldn’t finish the sentence, as her hand grabbed hold of my cock and began to stroke it. My neck involuntarily tilted back as the feel of her hand on me excited my organ. She saw this as an opportunity to ravage my neck, creating sensations throughout my body that made it difficult to control myself.
“Fuck, Briar.”
“That’s the point,” she mumbled into my neck.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her hands with mine and threw them above her head, pinning her down. Our naked bodies grinded on one another; my lips feasted on her ear lobes.
She wriggled one hand free. Caressing my shoulder, down my torso, she reached for my cock, gently stroking it one last time, before she spread her legs and put me inside her.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.
“Oh God,” she moaned, tilting her head back.
Only halfway in, I was already in ecstasy. I gradually thrusted deeper, feeling her walls wrap around me, squeezing tightly, making every sensitive contact point filled with pleasure.
“You feel unbelievable,” I whispered into her ear.
She grabbed hold of my ass and helped me push further inside her. My hand found one of her breasts as I rubbed it up and down in motion with our bodies. Harder and faster, we both continued to explore each other, kissing her neck, her hands on my back, digging into my muscles.
I didn’t want to stop, I never wanted to stop, her pussy feeling incredible around my cock, choking it just right.
“Don’t stop, Dustin. Harder…”
I did as she commanded and put my hands on the couch beside her head to give myself some leverage. Our hips were in unison as I pounded her pussy, her wetness lubricating our longing. She wrapped her legs around my waist, giving me direct access to her. I leaned back, kneeling upright, and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her towards me, in and out, watching my cock fill her each time.
“Oh my God… right there, Dustin. Please!”
Her pussy accepted me time and time again, as I hit her g spot with each pump, our climaxes getting closer. I locked eyes with her wanting to remember her as I watched her come, feeling her muscles contract around me. She made the smallest of movements with her hips, and I finished, orgasming with her.
“Damnit, that was amazing,” I said as I laid down on top of her, our bodies sweaty and exhausted.
I kissed her on the nose and rested my head on my arm.
“Yes, that was.” She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her breasts rising and falling beautifully.
Chapter forty-two
Briar
Damn, I needed that.
My body spent, I ran my hand through my hair, not wanting to move from my current position.
Dustin’s body on mine fit perfectly, like he was meant to be right where he was. His arm wrapped over me, his knee resting on my torso, his head snuggled next to mine—it was a puzzle that’d been completed, and I wanted to put glue on it and never let it fall apart.
“I think we should definitely do that again.” Dustin kissed my temple.
“Like right now?”
“Give me like five minutes.”
I laughed. “I can wait five minutes. I’ve waited almost three years to—”
Dustin lifted his head up and stared blankly at me. “You haven’t had sex in… since…”
“Yeah… so thanks for helping a friend out. I really appreciate it.”
I could see his expression change like what I had said hurt him. His smile didn’t vanish but lost its luster and the creases in his forehead became pronounced.
“What? What’s going on?” I asked.
“Briar… I don’t want to just be your friend. I love that I am, but I was hoping after this happened, well… it might mean a little more to you… to us. That there could be an us.”
“Oh, um…,” I stared up at the ceiling not knowing what to say. My heart began to pound as my eye sight became blurry. “An us? I don’t think you know what you’re saying.” I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done that with him. He expected more and there was no way that could happen. His body on top of mine suddenly felt like a prison, and I sat up, his legs and arms tumbling off me. He balanced on the edge of the couch, as I climbed over him to a standing position. “Why can’t it be friends helping each other out? Friends with benefits and all that,” I offered as I looked around for my underwear and bra. I found them and hastily started to put them on.
Dustin sat up and grabbed his boxers. He put them on and was in front of me before I could snap my bra into place.
“Talk to me. Why are you in flight mode right now?” he asked.
“I’m not. I’m not sure what you want from me here.” I had eyes on my pants and walked over to them and put them on. I grabbed my shirt, and I was fully clothed again as if nothing had happened.
“I want you, Briar.” He grabbed hold of my shoulders and looked me square in the eyes. “I want you.”
“No, you don’t.” I couldn’t make eye contact with him and stared at the floor.
“Yes, I do.”
Finally setting my eyes on his, I could see the seriousness and desire in them. But it didn’t matter. “Believe me, you don’t. You think you might, but you don’t. I… I have to go.” I grabbed my shoes and my purse and opened the garage door.
“Please don’t go. Let’s talk about this.” I heard Dustin say behind me but didn’t turn back.
“I have to go pick up the girls.”
I left him standing there in the garage in his boxers as I ran for my car.
Damnit. Damnit, damnit.
I should have known sleeping with him was going to lead to something more. But I wanted him. I couldn’t deny it anymore, but we couldn’t be together. I couldn’t be together with someone. It wasn't possible.
I started my car but as soon as I drove off, I knew I’d made the wrong decision. I knew I’d just fucked up majorly, and if I didn’t turn my car around instantly, I was going to ruin everything.
What the fuck are you doing?
I made an immediate U-turn and parked again. My hands still on the steering wheel, I stared out the windshield, looking around my new neighborhood. My new home.
This was my new beginning. This was my new me. Ollie and all his bullshit were being left at the old place, along with all my bullshit—all my insecurities, all my fears, all my doubts. I didn’t want to bring them here. I didn’t want to continue to believe that no one could love me.
Maybe Dustin could love me. Maybe I could love him.
My heart began to pound in my chest as my eyes focused on my new property. A smile blossomed across my face as I remembered Dustin’s arms around me, his lips on my body, the words he spoke to me.
The future was still so unclear as my mind tried to put us together in it. I didn’t know how any of it made any sense.
But I knew I needed to see him.
I jumped out of my car and speed walked back to the garage where Dustin was sitting on the couch, fully clothed, his head resting in his hands.
“Hey, mister, this here is private property.” My arms were crossed, and my foot was pointed out in the best schoolgirl attitude pose I could muster.
He looked up, his eyes sad, but his lips smiled. Standing up swiftly, he walked towards me.
“I know the owner.” He didn’t take his eyes off mine, and I never wanted him to.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said when he finally made it to me. He reached out and took my hand. “She’s pretty terrific.”
I looked down at his hand with mine and noticed how his touch calmed me and excited me at the same time. I looked back up at him and said, “She thinks you’re pretty terrific.”
“Then can you talk to me, please? I’m going to give you that one time to run off and me not get upset. You’ve used it. From now on, we talk because there’s going to be a we.”
“Oh really?” I asked trying to give some sass but it wasn’t heart felt, and I knew he could tell.
“Yes, really… because I think you’re scared. I know you’re scared. And that’s ok. But you gotta talk to me. We can’t fix anything until I know what’s going on.”
Knowing I had to be truthful and honest with him, I dove in. “I don’t ever want to get married again.”
“Whoa… who said—”
“You wanted me to talk, so will you let me talk.”
He put his hands up in the air, and I continued.
“I don’t know if I ever want to live with a man again. I’m building this place for my girls and me and my friends who need help. I don’t want to rely on a man ever again. I didn’t ever expect to be in this position with someone, someone wanting a future with me. I don’t know if I can give that to you. I can’t bring someone around my girls and then have them disappear. I can’t build a life around someone because I can’t believe that they will be here tomorrow. It’s not that I’m scared. It’s that I can’t do it. I can’t. I won’t.”
He was listening intently to me, not giving anything away with what he was thinking. He didn’t walk away, he didn’t huff and puff, he didn’t laugh. He was giving me time to explain myself and trying to understand.
I took a breath and continued. “So, I don’t know where that would leave you. Who would want to be with someone when there isn’t really a future with that person?”
At that question, Dustin slowly raised one hand like a student in a classroom.
“I would,” he said.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You say that now, but in reality, you’re thinking you can talk me into things, you can change my mind. Or worse, you’re saying that now, but know you won’t be here once this job is done.”
“Are you finished yet?”
“How can you possibly want this?” I threw my hands down in disgust.
“I really don’t know, but I do.” He smirked, and I shoved him on the shoulder playfully. “We can do whatever the hell we want to do, love. If everything you said is how you’re feeling, then, if I want to be with you, I’m going to have to adjust my expectations for my future.”
“You shouldn’t have to do that.”
“I want to do that. See how that works. I don’t know if I ever want to get married. With what happened in my past, marriage isn’t something that has jumped out at me as a need. Love, affection, a partner—yes, but marriage— not necessarily. As far as living together, well, you do know people don't just move in together right away, right?" he asked jokingly, but I gave him a look that promised death if he mansplained something to me again. He continued, his voice kind and comforting. "But, if in the future you don't want to move in, that’s not a deal breaker either, especially when I’m talking about you. You’re doing this amazing thing here, and I think you should continue it, to hell with any man that may come along. I have my house. I love my house.”
