Into the Light, page 16
part #2 of Dark Angel Series
“And Lex?” she asked again softly “You’re still poking me.”
“Then we need to find a way to stop that happening.”
I lowered my head to meet hers and kissed her lips, her tongue rolled against mine, soft, but the intensity was there. There was no denying I needed her, and I tried so much to give her the rest she needed but it was fucking impossible. My mind screaming at me telling me to stop and let her sleep but I needed her... so much. I wanted her to see how much I loved her. How much I never stopped loving her. Our kisses sped up and she moaned into my mouth, no denying she felt the same way. I moved away towards her neck, blowing kisses on her warm skin, her head falling deeper into the pillows as she struggled to compose herself. Making my way down, slowly kissing every spot on her chest, leaving her to beg me to go lower, and I did... taking my time. I wanted to savor this moment; I’ve been waiting to be inside her for as long as I can remember. As I teased her nipples with my tongue she squirmed underneath my body, biting into my shoulder. I was careful not to lie directly on top of her, reminding myself there was someone to think about. Oh shit, that slightly distracted me but as if she knew, she pulled my head up to hers and her eyes met mine.
I knew exactly what she wanted in this moment.
Never breaking her gaze, I gently slid my cock inside her, her eyes screaming out to me with pleasure and no doubt she could feel the same from me. The way I slid in slowly, my cock felt every curve, guiding its way through and finding the place it called home, then I remained perfectly still, allowing her to catch her breath.
“Necesito que te pierdes en mí, tengo que sentir lo mucho que me quieres. Muéstrame lo mucho que me quieres, sólo a mí.”
Her voice was barely a whisper, but the way she spoke to me, the way the Spanish rolled off her tongue. It was our intimate way of communicating, just like old times, and she had read my mind. So for tonight we did what both of us craved, what the both of us needed from each other. We made love till the sun rose in the morning, and it was in the light of the new day, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, ready for new beginnings…
*Necesito que te pierdes en mí, tengo que sentir lo mucho que me quieres. Muéstrame lo mucho que me quieres, sólo a mí. – I need you to lose yourself in me, I need to feel how much you love me. Show me how much you love me, only me.
Chapter 15
Eric
This is the thing about change - I don’t like it. Contrary to what people might think, I am happy never having to think about changing jobs, apartments or friends. The only change I do welcome, however, is my wardrobe, but even then I’ve been known to hoard certain pieces, something my Mother says has been inherited from her side.
Waking up on Sunday morning, the day after Adriana’s wedding, I knew it was all changing, and that sinking feeling stuck with me; I just couldn’t shake it. If I was being honest with myself it was the whole Charlie/Lex hook up thing. Don’t get me wrong, from day one I knew they were meant to bang each other relentlessly. I mean some people are, like, born to be each other’s bangmates, and I hadn’t done anything to stop it. I mean, if anything I encouraged it. Getting Charlie to After Dark that night, sending the cleaner in to interrupt them, you always want what you can’t have right? So I sent that cleaner in, made sure they didn’t fuck all the way and bam of course you could see her desperation in the days that followed. At the time it was all fun and games, but now I was losing my best friend, and it hurt like fucking hell.
“Eric, we’re checking out in thirty minutes, shall we interrupt the love birds?” Adriana winked as she opened the mini bar to suss out whether or not I went on a late night binge.
“Um, isn’t that kind of awkward? What if they’re in the middle of, you know... some wham bam thank you ma’am?”
“That’s why you go in first. I can’t experience any family scarring on the first morning as Mrs. Evans. Better yet, send Kate. I’m sure she’s seen Lex in far worse situations.”
“You’re such a loving sister, Adriana.” I smirked.
“Well, duh,” she answered, rolling her eyes.
Fifteen minutes later the four of us stood in Lex’s and Charlie’s room.
“Seriously, get the fuck out,” Lex snapped as he went back to snuggling his head into Charlie’s neck. The good news is they weren’t fucking but the room reeked of sex. Plus they were both naked, under the covers. That kinda killed my buzz, although I could honestly stare at Lex all day. Okay, that was kinda creepy and, well, I don’t know if that constitutes me as a being bad friend considering he was her husband.
“As much as I love you, big brother, you have to get your naked ass out of here. The inn booked a travelling polka group and well, unless you want to have polka tunes stuck in your head all week, it’s time to leave.”
“How long do we have?” he asked
“Fifteen minutes, tops,” Adriana responded after a click glance at the clock.
“Then get the hell out of here and let me enjoy my woman for five minutes,” he barked, climbing on top of her as she giggled under the sheets.
“Okay, my cue to leave... see ya outside.” Adriana waved.
“Five minutes? Really, Lex, is that all it takes?” Elijah teased.
“Okay, you two peeping Toms, let’s get out of here.” Kate grabbed our arms and pulled us outside into the hallway.
“You’re not classed a peeping Tom if you were invited into the room,” I pointed out.
“But you weren’t, Mr. Tom.”
I pouted as we left the room, following Kate and Elijah to the Lobby where we were supposed to wait. Spotting a large mirror near the reception desk, I walked over to examine my hair. What the hell was happening today! Strands were flying everywhere; it almost looked like I had bangs, god forbid. Damn, this is what happens when I switch hair products. Annoyed with my uncooperative hair, I sat down on the fancy armchair which looked like it belonged in Buckingham palace, practicing my royal poses until Kate questioned me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Practicing my royal wave.”
“Why?”
“This chair... it’s fit for a royal.”
She let out a small laugh and called me a fruit loop before burying herself in her blackberry. Bored waiting, my mind went back to the charity ball when all this unfolded. Emma and I had no idea who this guy was and how he was able to bring Charlie’s world to a complete standstill.
“So, that was weird right?” I asked Emma.
“Uh yeah, Charlie is never shy or quiet around guys and did you see his eyes?”
“Oh honey, that wasn’t the only thing I saw.”
Emma laughed as I continued on “Okay, so I’ve never heard her mention him. Have you?”
“No but I haven’t known her as long as you and she’s like your BFF,” she pointed out.
“True... but it’s like this guy had a spell on her, you know. Like everything about her changed when he stood in front of her. We need a plan.”
“A plan for what?” Emma asked worriedly.
“A plan to get these two together.”
“Eric, she’s with Julian.”
“So what! Hugh dates five girls at a time. Once he had nineteen!”
“Okay, but Charlie is not Hugh Hefner, thank god, and well, maybe if they were together it ended for a reason. We shouldn’t meddle in her affairs.”
“Oh, stop being a party pooper. Wake up and smell the jizz, He is Lex Edwards, billionaire CEO, more gorgeous than... god, look I’ll say it... more gorgeous than David Beckham.”
“Eric, how dare you say that!” she chuckled .“Okay, you have a point, he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, but please do not ask me to smell the jizz again.”
“Deal. Now where do we start...”
So this is how it all began. I’m bloody Patti playing Millionaire Matchmaker. When Lex asked me some questions at the bar I knew he was interested, so of course I was gonna get Charlie to After Dark. I had no idea how to get rid of Julian, but thank god, he was caught up with something. Not that I didn’t like him; I mean fuck Christian Bale lookalike... I was foaming at the pants looking at him. I was god damn jealous of Miss Mason’s male followers and for once all the hot guys were straight.
A week later, everything started to unfold. She was distant, on edge, extremely highly strung. She kept trying to bury herself in work but failed miserably. I knew she wouldn’t talk, the stubborn bitch, so I decided we needed some Eric & Charlie pamper time.
I sat there in the chair as the lady filed my nails. It was Charlie’s birthday and we were having a day of pampering. After spending a day on 5th Ave maxing out my three credit cards, we decided to have a light lunch followed by manis and pedis at our local salon. I was flicking through a back issue of US Weekly as Charlie rambled on and on about how she busted Nikki and Rocky in Nikki’s office two weeks ago. I dropped the magazine in the water as Charlie broke the news of the last part. The asian manicurist cursed me in her language and all the manicurists turned to face me, shaking their heads. I couldn’t help by crack up laughing; geez I’ll replace the three dollar back issue with a pregnant Angelina Jolie on the front.
“Charlie, are you fucking serious?” I started coughing as the laughing became uncontrollable. The manicurist had the shits with both of us as we couldn’t hold still. She eventually stabbed me with the filer which calmed me the hell down.
“Sorry,” Charlie said to the manicurist “Yes, dead set. I mean, why is it always me? Why do I always have to catch them? And the worst part is that they are never embarrassed! They just say sorry, then carry on.”
I laughed, struggling to get my words out. “Charlie, please, like you can talk.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked nervously.
“Um, like, hello…Lex rocking up to your office on Monday night. You don’t think that I believe nothing happened right?”
“I don’t know... I mean nothing happened,” she stammered.
“So, how do you explain a cufflink with the initials LE engraved on it that was lying on the floor underneath your desk?”
“Uh, he was... um, fixing my chair.” She smirked.
“More like slurping on your lady door.”
“Eww E, did you just say ‘slurping on my lady door’?”
“Well, he was, wasn’t he?? Don’t deny it, girl. You’ve been tapping his ass non-stop since then, I can tell.”
“How on earth can you tell that?”
“You’re walking funny... kinda lop-sided. My guess is that you’re getting some back door action as well.”
“ERIC!” she gasped.
The manicurist snickered, which caused Charlie to turn bright red. It was so true. I had a radar on people who had just gotten laid. Plus, I could smell sex like a mile away. Hmm, maybe this was my gift.
“Not in front of the ...” she continued to spell out the word manicurist.
“Um, Charlie, you know they can spell right? So, how was it and how big is he? My guess is huge ‘cause you haven’t worn your really high pumps all week.”
“Holy shit, Eric, do you have some sort of sex radar? His size is… well it’s... perfect.”
“Damn, girl, you got it bad.”
“I do not!”
“I mean, not even I have found a perfect one. Some were small, some were big, some leaned to the left, some leaned to the right, there were some that were so covered in bush that you couldn’t even find it if you sent a search party with heavy duty torches and a hedge trimmer...” I continued on as she cut me off.
“Okay okay, I get it, you haven’t found the right one. Can you please not go on about large bushes? I want to maintain an appetite for tonight’s dinner.”
“You’re the birthday girl...” Smirking, I went back to reading the magazine next to me, issue date December 2009.
It was times just like that I missed. I didn’t know if they would still happen. She got back with the love of her life, has a full time sex schedule on top of being pregnant. I don’t know why it got to me so bad. I should just talk to her right? I mean she was my BFF. I confided everything to her, but what about now? This was way too much thinking for a Sunday. Thank god Kate agreed to hit up Barney’s when we got back into the city later that day. Retail therapy was just what I needed.
“Do you think things will change now?”
“How so?” Kate asked as she tried on a red strapless dress but gave up trying to squeeze her boobs into it when she realized she had no chance in hell of zipping it up.
“With Lex and Charlie...”
“Well, of course. I mean they have each other, they are practically moving in together, and hello, they are having a baby. Plus, holy shit, can you believe they got married!”
“But do you think Charlie will still, you know... hang out with us?”
In a huff, she pulled the dress off, standing there in only her lacy purple thong and matching bra.
“Eric, what’s going on?”
I hesitated, which was unlike me. I always had something to say, like always. I have been told on numerous occasions that I have no filter, like none whatsoever. But Kate hadn’t known me that long, and she didn’t know this was out of character.
“I just... you know, she is my best friend. I don’t want to lose her,” I shamelessly said, my head bowed, trying to understand why this got to me so much.
“Doll, look at me?”
I glanced up, Kate staring at me with this look of pity on her face, but god damn, seriously, she had a great pair of knockers; I mean like Halle Berry great.
“Are those real?” I asked sidetracked
“What? YES! And I didn’t mean look at my tits. Eric, Charlie treasures her friendships. Yes, life is changing, but for the better. She’ll always be in your life.”
“I guess... can I touch them to make sure?”
“Wait, you’re serious. Are you sure you aren’t straight?”
“Honey, please, vaginas scare me. It like reminds me too much of that movie Innerspace, you know with Meg Ryan? All pink and mucus like.”
Shaking her head in disgust, she put her jeans back on. “Never say mucus to me again. Honestly, Eric, your vagina lingo needs to step up a notch. And yes, you can, but make it quick.”
After confirming they were in fact real, we decided to head on out for a really late lunch before catching a movie. Kate was fast becoming my favorite person to hang out with; I just loved the British sense of humor.
“Will you still call Lex ‘sir’?”
“I don’t know... yes... I think. I can’t call him Lex in the office, you know.”
“Did you ever want to spank him when you called him ‘sir’?”
“WHAT? No... never. I have never looked at him that way. Trust me, back in the day I saw way too much of his not so good side.”
“Did he ever try to come on to you?”
She laughed out loud “No... apart from that minor comment with joining him and Victoria. Honestly, Eric, it was never like that. He is my boss, and yes, now we run the same social circle but I love my job and love his intelligence. I have learnt so much from him. That is all. Now get your mind out of the gutter and let’s order because I’m hank marvin.”
“Hank marvin? What the hell is that?” I needed a translator for Kate, but enjoyed the new catch-phrases.
“Derr, starving!”
…
Monday morning rolled around faster than you could say ‘Doggy Style’. Fuck I needed to get laid. It was exactly 8:30 and I had everything prepared for our 9am meeting. Coffee was brewed; an assortment of breakfast pastries was centered on the large meeting table. The projector was ready as Nikki was going to present an update on a case the firm had been tangled in. At 8:50 on the dot, Emma walked in.
“Hey Chica, what’s happening?”
“Nothing,” she answered quietly.
Huh, odd. She bowed her head, pretending to me immersed in her paperwork.
“Spill.”
“Spill what?”
“Why you acting all ‘something up my puss’?”
“Eric, nothing is up my puss!”
“Well, maybe that’s the problem then. So spill it now or I’ll nag you for the rest of the day.”
She sighed, knowing there was no way out of it. I was a born nagger. Taking her glasses off for a moment, she reached for a tissue, attempting to clean the lenses.
“So I kind of did something, it’s embarrassing. I can’t even... oh my god I can’t even think about it without wanting to crawl in a hole and die.”
“OMG, you peed on him?”
“No!... oh how mortifying. Although this wouldn’t be far off. I kinda um...” She tensed her body, unable to get her words out “I kinda, um, farted during sex.”
She buried her head in her hands, as if that was going to erase this. “Like asshole farted or pussy farted?”
“Eric I can’t believe you just said asshole farted. Well I’m not sure but I don’t think it was that.”
“Okay, so walk me through it but make it quick before someone walks in the middle of this conversation and god forbid it be Michael. He’d cut my dick off and serve it to the mafia.”
“Okay.” Taking a deep breath she continued “So he wanted to do it from behind and it was great, right, but like as he came and pulled out, I farted... and it was loud, like echoed in the room loud.”
“But isn’t that normal, the air escaping from the vag?”
“I don’t know, is it?” Emma asked exasperated.
The door creaked and in an effort to pretend like we weren't talking about this, I straightened the coasters in front of me. Thank god it was only Charlie.
“Okay, it’s just Charlie. She’ll tell ya it’s normal.”
“Tell who what’s normal?” She looked at us suspiciously.
“Tell Emma that fanny farting is normal,” I blurted out.
“What the hell is fanny farting?”
“Oh my Brit friend, Kerry, said that's what they call it. You know, after a guy pulls out and your vag sounds like its farting.”
“Oh... I see. Yeah it happened to me once, in college. I was mortified, left his dorm room and avoided seeing him at all costs.”
