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“Want one?” he offers me another joint.
“Gladly!” I smile at him. “It’s getting hot, I think I’ll go change into something more comfortable,” I explain and quickly head to change into the black shirt that looks like a flattering beach dress on me.
“You’re so beautiful!” he surprises me. “Both inside and out.” He adds another compliment.
“Thank you, you are, too.” I smile pleased.
We sit there and smoke in silence as he holds on to my waist and pulls me closer to him.
“That’s what it is,” he whispers to me passionately.
“I don’t understand,” I half-say, half-ask.
“I answered your inner goddess,” he mocks me.
“Excuse me?” I ask defensively. “What are we talking about?”
“About your inner goddess,” he teases me. “I’ve heard her trying to reason what’s happening between us, excusing it as something other than chemistry and wild attraction. But that’s what it is. Besides, I think we’re way past talking anymore.” He kisses me passionately, demandingly, possessively, as I feel his tongue curling against mine.
Then he stops, falls silent, brings his cheek to mine and nuzzles his temple against the back of my neck and my ear. He lifts me up, makes me stand in front of him. He peers into my eyes with a ravished and uncompromising look.
My knees are weak, and I might spill all over the floor. I have no idea how I can keep standing in front of him. My legs shake. He pulls me closer to him, gently and decisively pressing against my buttocks. We kiss passionately and silently. In between each kiss and rub, I can sense his truth standing between us, focused, determines, cruel and maddening. I feel like little girl in front of him. I’m only 5’5” and this alpha man is more than 6 feet tall. I can barely reach his chest and yet, I still feel I was made for him. I’m willing to lose it all and let myself be wild in front of him. I place my hand on his gray sweatpants, but he takes my hand and kisses it.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. Michael.” He explains.
I freeze at once. I feel guilty, humiliated and so painfully rejected, that I turn around and leave him there.
“Have a good night,” I mutter at him.
He quickly emerges behind me and seizes my arm.
“Come right here,” he pulls me into another room down the hall, locks the door and with one swift movement, he removes the oversized black t-shirt, revealing my white thong.
“My shirt looks so good on you,” he smells the back of my neck.
“You think so?” I play coy. He caresses my back, and his hand slowly moves down my spine.
“Every part gets a special treatment,” he notes as he caresses my buttocks, clutches, releases and caresses. I feel completely powerless and drop my head backwards in a slow and inviting spin, as I let out small and restrained moans of both distress and pleasure. “I would have absolutely wanted to lose myself inside of you,” he whispers at me hoarsely.
“I would, too,” I confess shyly, yet passionately and determinedly.
“You drive me crazy, but you’re Michael’s,” he whispers in my ear as he continues to stroke my buttocks and my back. A sour lump lodges in my throat. I reach out for his hands and stop him. I can tell by his surprised look that he wasn’t used to that kind of reaction.
“So why are you doing this?” I stare at him bitterly and sarcastically.
“Me? I’m just trying to get through this!” he snickers and brings his head closer to me again, kisses my neck and slowly brings his nose to my earlobe. “I want you. You’re driving me insane. But let’s wait until he leaves,” he asks. “He’s busy as it is and is barely here. If I don’t, then someone else will snatch you away,” he smiled at my mischievously.
“Are you serious?” I reply with a question, and immediately disagree with him. “No, I don’t think it’s right. In any case, this has been a long night. Sleep tight.”
‘He doesn’t want you! You’re just another one of his conquests! He’s at a bad place emotionally!’ I keep tormenting myself in a way that only I know how. ‘Can’t you see you’re humiliating yourself? Who do you think you are? How dare you? You know they’re best friends. This must all end now, before we all pay a steep price.’ Having made that difficult decision, I free myself from his arms, open the door, return to the empty room and collapse on the bed.
Chapter 9
It’s 6:30 am, and the summer sun signals for me to wake up. I find myself lying in Michael’s bed, completely naked, clad in a white thong and piled-up pangs of conscience, guilt and deep sexual frustration. I step into the adjacent bathroom, brush my teeth and wash my face, brushing my long hair and gathering it into a high ponytail. I put on denim shorts, a tight, blue-collared shirt that compliments my figure quite nicely, and open-toed low grey heels.
I put on lip gloss, mascara and blush, take a deep breath and try to pull myself together. Michael suddenly appears behind me, gripping my hips from behind, looking into the mirror with me. We smile at each other.
“You look so beautiful first thing in the morning!” he chuckles in satisfaction, kissing my hair from behind. “It’s such a bummer that I fell asleep like that.” He gazes at me warmly. “So what did you do?” He helps me rise up as he sits on the nearby bed, positioning me between his legs, caressing my legs warmly and giving me an enchanted, smiling look.
