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STEFAN
What am I supposed to say? If I tell her the truth then this becomes real, and I can’t just ignore it. I’ve been good over the last two decades at keeping my feelings for her under wraps, and not so sure now is the best time for her to find out. There is so much going on, and it’s not like this could ever turn into anything.
Can I come clean? Sure, Angela is right here, and she is telling me this, but saying it out loud complicates things. People always say it doesn’t, but that’s a bold-faced lie. Knowing how someone feels and not being able to act on it-- that’s the worst thing imaginable. At least up until now, the confirmation of her feelings weren’t known, and I could just tell myself that she didn’t feel the same way. But now, after hearing her say it, my heart wants nothing more than to whisk her off her feet. She should have never told me.
Angela is a wonderful woman, and if Hendrix wasn’t her brother, damn straight I would have asked her out a long time ago, but that’s a moot point. We don’t need to cross that bridge; it’ll catch on fire. There are so many things that it will ruin and I have to be careful. My future is nearly at my fingertips, and I don’t need anything fucking up my years of hard work into Valdon.
“Listen, thank you for telling me, but your brother has made it clear that I’m not to even think about touching you or your sister. We have a company together, and getting him all pissed off isn’t the right thing to do when we are so close to getting this investment.”
“Are you seriously using work to get out of this?” she says, tugging at my shirt so now our lips are inches apart. “You might not want to admit it, but you want to fuck me, Stefan. I caught you staring at my ass earlier. Maybe if we do this, and get it out of our system, we can go back to our lives. We won’t have to wonder about this,” she says, pointing to me and her.
My dick twitches. She has no idea how many dreams I’ve had about her. But they are just that, dreams. I’m not some naïve dumbass, and right now I have to be careful. Hendrix is my partner and after the way he’s been acting, I wouldn’t put it past him to try to find a way to cut me out so he can keep all the profit for himself. Having a relationship with his sister, he will find a way to make me pay.
“I can’t. Please.”
I push her away from me, but she comes right back. She isn’t giving up and I don’t know how much longer I can say no. Would you be able to say no to the person of your dreams asking you to fuck them? I mean, it’s easy to say yes, but reality is a different story.
My chest rises and falls, but I don’t let my eyes don’t come off of her. We can’t do this. I lick my lips and shake my head.
“Who cares if I want to. The point is we shouldn’t. Can you imagine what your brother would do if he found out? What that would mean for our partnership?”
I’m turning into Hendrix; always going on about the company, but she has to understand what’s at stake here. It’s not just losing my relationship with my best friend, but the company I have worked so fucking hard to build from scratch.
She leans in and kisses me. “He doesn’t have to know.”
I close my eyes, and try to regain my composure, but it doesn’t work. Everything but my mind is telling me to just do it, get the girl of your dreams, be happy, and fuck everyone else.
Don’t do it. Walk out that door, get in your car, and leave.
I cup the back of her head and sink my lips into hers. There is no use fighting anymore. She wants it just as bad as I do. There may never be another opportunity to be with Angela Haddon, and I would be a fucking idiot to give it up. I reach my hand down to grab her thigh forcing it around my waist, and then do the same with the other, hoisting her up into my arms.
I carry her to the couch and sit her down. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nods and takes off her shirt and then forces mine off. As much as I know this isn’t a good idea, my self control is lost. She runs her hands over my shoulders.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this.”
Oh, yes, I do. She isn’t the only one that has dreamed about this for a million nights, and now I finally get to have my shot. I pull down her leggings and underwear and throw them on the floor. “Let’s just hope I can live up to your expectations.” I wink before spreading her legs and dipping down in between. She tousles my hair with her hands as my tongue moves around her clit, and little moans escape her throat. That’s my girl. Let me make you feel good.
A wave of insecurity hits me, wondering if I will actually be able to live up to the dreams and fantasies, she has had about me. What if I don’t? She wants to get this out of our system, thinks maybe it will help us move on with our lives, but for me, it’s only going to make things worse.
I push her legs up and hold them, dipping myself even further. She’s so wet and ready. My rule is to never let a girl leave without having at least two orgasms and one must be from my tongue. It’s just as much for my enjoyment as hers. Watching someone overcome with ecstasy because of something I’m doing, that’s a fucking turn on. And this is Angela we are talking about her. The girl I’ve had a crush on since we were nine- years-old. It’s not some random chick I met at a bar or convention.
“Why have we waited so long…” she says, gripping the couch cushion and throwing her head back.
I love how she is so relaxed with me, and she tastes just like I imagined. She looks at me and bites her lip. I start to get hard, hearing her moan every time I flick my tongue is getting me amped up, but I remember my rule. I’m not breaking them now.
I stop for a second and smile. “We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
Angela Haddon is writhing from my tongue right now, and about to come all over my fucking face, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. This visit to Grapevine is officially worth it.
I slide two fingers inside her, throwing her over the edge, and her thighs shut around my head as she screams. There’s no stopping me. I continue to lick her clit to give her some extra pleasure as she rides her orgasm to the end. Once she stops convulsing, I tap her leg.
“Could you let me go now?” I ask, muffled.
She opens her legs back up and I pretend I couldn’t breathe. “Guess that’s not the worst way to die.”
Let’s be honest, if I were to die in between her legs, I’d be a happy man.
