Once in a Lifetime (12 page)

You’re a coward.

Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he caressed down to feel her slickness. She was soaking wet and all for him.

His cock was already rock hard and ready to fuck her. Tonight he was going to make love to her and make every moment last.

“Guy, please.”

He moved down her neck, pressing kisses to her neck and down further to cover her breasts. Her nipples budded, responding to his loving.

Emily moaned and writhed underneath him.

Gripping his shaft, he guided it inside her, pressing as deep as he could get.

I love you.

Guy thought the words that he could not say to her. Sliding into her cunt, he relished every inch that he was inside of her. She rippled around him, arching up into his touch.

He slid a finger over her clit feeling her orgasm wash over her. Her pussy tightened around him, but he wasn’t done with her yet. Her orgasm was going to be the first one of the night.

After her first climax, he plunged in hard and deep. She cried out, and he swallowed down her screams with his lips on hers.

“Tonight I’m going to make love to every inch of you, Em. You’re not going to be able to forget about me so fast.”

He moved within her, not leaving her body once. Closing his eyes, he buried his head against her neck, breathing in her delicious, warm scent. There was no way he could let her go yet.

One more night was all he needed. Even as he thought the words and made his choices, Guy knew they were stupid and above all, cowardly.

****

Something was different in the way Guy was touching her. Emily felt the difference in his touch. There was a burning and a hardness in his grip. Biting her lip, she arched up to him, wanting him to love her as much as she loved him. She didn’t like the way he was pulling away from her. Even as he was loving her body and giving her more emotion in this one night than ever before, she also felt the underlying withdrawal coming from him.

Guy was up to something, and she didn’t know what. Well, she had an idea, but she couldn’t think about that, not with his arms wrapped around her and his cock buried so deep inside her.

She wanted to spill the words of love out of her mouth, but Emily knew he wouldn’t want to hear them. Keeping everything at bay she gave herself over to the love she felt for him, showing him in actions rather than words.

“So fucking tight.” He sucked on her neck, owning her easily with his licks and kisses.

Crying out, she met every single thrust wanting more, needing more.

“Please,” she said.

Suddenly he jerked out of her. Gripping her hips, he dove between her thighs. Whimpering, she felt his tongue slam deep into her pussy before sliding up to her clit.

“Grab my lube,” he said, speaking the words against her flesh.

Twisting on the bed she tried to grab what he wanted from the drawer. His wicked tongue was teasing her too much, and she struggled to do as he asked. Her hands shook with the pressure going on inside her body.  

Emily snatched the lube from the drawer, collapsing back to the bed as his tongue fucked her hard. Screaming, she felt her release spiraling out of control. She fisted her hands into the sheets underneath her. There was nothing for her to do other than hold on as he sent her over the edge into the pleasurable abyss.

She was crashing through the waves, and through it all she felt him turn her so she was on her side. He tilted her hips, and she felt the cool lube pressed to her anus.

Through the pleasure she tensed around his penetration. “Hold on, baby. You’re going to love this,” he said, whispering against her ear.

Trying to stay still, she couldn’t help but tense as the tip of his cock pressed against her muscles. His free hand dove between her thighs and teased her clit. So soon after her last climax, she was sensitive all over.

Shaking, she held onto the sheet underneath her.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Another inch of his cock pushed inside.

Taking deep breaths she relaxed under his touch needing him to take her.

“Please, don’t make me wait,” she said, whimpering.

“What was that, Em? Do you need me to fuck you?”

He was taunting her, and she couldn’t handle it right now. She bit into her lip even as he plunged two fingers into her cunt.

“Tell me to fuck your ass?”

This was not the man she’d come to know. He was holding back even as he was giving her everything of his body.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Fuck my ass, Guy. Make it burn.” Tonight she wasn’t going to give in to him. There was no way she’d hide from him.

He pulled out of her only to press forward, firm and hard. His hand returned to her hip to hold her in place. She took deep breaths as he pressed in deep. Not a part of her was left untouched as he consumed every part of her.

Guy rode her hard, not letting up.

Emily felt like she was coming apart at the seams, and she couldn’t hold herself together. He was taking over, making her forget herself.

There was nothing more for her to do other than ride the wave of pleasure. He held her hard as he plundered her body.

“Touch yourself. I want to feel you come,” he said, biting her neck.

Whimpering, she reached between her thighs, doing everything he asked and feeling the desire spike through her body. As much as she wanted to deny him, she couldn’t. What he did to her body was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

She was shocked to reach her second climax, but touching her clit with Guy plunging deep inside her, Emily found her release. Screaming, she felt her second orgasm take over. Guy rode her hard through the wave, and all she could do was hold on to him.

Through the haze she felt the pain of knowing what this meant. He was going to try to break things off with her. She didn’t know how she knew this, only that she did. They collapsed together with him still deep within her ass.

It was too much, and suddenly she needed to get away from him. Without waiting for him to take the lead, she scrambled out from beneath him.

“Baby, what are you doing?” he asked.

Emily didn’t stop to talk with him. She stumbled into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Faster than she thought possible, she took a quick wash, refreshing herself. Within minutes she dried her body before going back to the bedroom to face him.

Guy stood perched against the doorframe. She’d locked the door, and he hadn’t tried to break through.

Staring at his feet she brushed past him.

“What the hell, Em?” he asked, grabbing her arm.

She tugged out of his hold. “I’m going home.” Emily knew she sounded childish even to herself, but there was no way to stop her feelings.

“You’re not going home ‘cause I’m not fucking taking you. You could have hurt yourself,” he said, growling in her face. “You’ve never had anal sex before. You should have waited for me to help you.”

Raising her hand, she slapped him around the face. “There, I’ve hurt you to make up for it.” She tore out of his hands hating the way he was making her feel. Her emotions were all over the place, and it was because of his withdrawal and passion at the same time. He was a contradiction at every level, and she didn’t know what had happened to make him like that.

It had to have all stemmed from the visit to his parents.

“Stop doing this. You’re acting out,” he said.

“No, I’m not. This is what you want right?” She started getting dressed. Her hands were shaking, and it took her several attempts to get her clothes on completely.

“This is not what I want.”

She ignored him and only faced him with her clothes on.

“I’ve fallen in love with you. There I’ve said it. My feelings are out there. I’m a fucking idiot because I took a chance, and I fell in love with a guy who has no chance of loving me back. Push me away, Guy, go ahead. It’s what you do.”

Emily looked up to find him staring down at her.

“You don’t love me,” he said.

“There we go, telling me how I’m supposed to feel. Thanks a lot.” Picking up her coat, she stared at him. The adrenaline that had been rushing through her body disappeared. “I’m going home. This was a goodbye fuck. You know it, and I know it. I’m not wasting my life with this, Guy. I’m in love with you. If it means anything to you at all I’ll see you at the bar on Monday.”

She brushed past him heading downstairs. Emily felt sick to her stomach at what was happening and was surprised when she heard him following her.

“You can’t just go,” he said.

Turning at the door, she placed her palm over the handle ready to make her exit. “I can go, and I am. Take the weekend to think about what I’ve said. I’ll be waiting for you on Monday.”

Looking her fill she finally walked away out of the door. Picking up the phone, she dialed Dorothy’s number.

“Hello,” Dorothy said, sounding like she’d just woken up.

The tears finally appeared, and Emily sobbed into the phone. “Can you come and pick me up? I need to get out of here.”

Dorothy agreed to pick her up like the great friend she was. Not looking back, she walked a few feet away from his home.

She couldn’t believe she’d give him an ultimatum, and come Monday he’d either be breaking her heart or giving her the world.

Chapter Twelve

On Monday Emily was a nervous wreck. She’d spent the weekend working or eating chocolate ice cream, tub after tub. She’d lost count of the number she’d eaten after four. Fortunately, Dorothy was more than happy to spend time with her. Janet and Lilly were there, but Dorothy had always been different with her. Nathan had stopped by her apartment to drop the last of her stuff off. She’d been avoiding his calls, and yet all he wanted to do was give her stuff. He’d apologized for his behavior, but he saw neither of them had a future together. Nathan also admitted to the woman he was with was in fact “the one”. He’d proposed, and he and the woman she’d caught him with were getting married. Emily was happy for him. Could Guy be her
one?
Her feelings for Guy were deeper than anything she felt for Nathan. She wished him well and hadn’t heard from him since.

Entering the bar on Monday she looked down to see her hands shaking, and she felt they were sweaty. She didn’t know if anyone knew about the ultimatum she’d thrown at Guy. Dorothy knew, which meant Wayne knew.

You can do this. This is a piece of cake. Stick around, see what he chooses, and then pick yourself up if it goes bad.

Tony was serving some customers as she walked in.

“Hey, Em, did you have a good weekend?”

“Yeah, it was fine.” Her voice was still hoarse from the crying she’d done. At five it was still a little slow, but she knew within the hour the place would be heaving with work finishing. Disappearing behind the bar she walked to the staff room. No one was around, and she pulled off her coat, taking a deep breath as she did.

With everything put away, she walked over to the mirror. She’d tied her hair back into a messy ponytail. Her eyes were bloodshot from all the crying, and she looked pale even to herself.

“You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.” She closed her eyes speaking the same mantra over and over again.

Someone clearing their throat alerted her to their presence.

Opening her eyes, she saw Tony looking at her.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

“Good. You’re a damn good barwoman, and I don’t want to worry about looking for a replacement.”

Chuckling, she moved toward him.

She didn’t say anything to him, tapping his shoulder in order to offer him comfort. There was nothing else she could say.

Squaring her shoulders, she entered the bar and dug into serving. By six her friends arrived along with their men. Wayne’s pity unnerved her, but she was aware of their disapproval as well. Dorothy leaned over the bar to whisper in her ear. “They’re on your side, honey. They know you’re good for Guy. He’s just being an asshole and not letting love fly.”

Serving the beer and wine, Emily let out a breath. “I guess we’ll see what happens.”

“I don’t know Guy that well, but I know he loves you,” Dorothy said. “He’s different around you, and it’s hard not to see how he looks at you.”

Gritting her teeth together, Emily stopped herself from crying. She couldn’t afford any more tears. For the next hour she struggled to tear her gaze away from the door. Every time it jingled as it opened it was like a beacon calling to her to answer. Each time someone came in, she was flooded with disappointment at Guy’s absence.

At eight, she felt any hope starting to deflate. Then, ten minutes after eight, he walked into the bar closely behind a blonde woman. She didn’t recognize the woman at all. Jealousy, rage, and a sharp hint of lust spiked through her. What the hell was he doing? She’d seen him with other women, and not once had he made a point of showing them off, apart from her. He didn’t go to his friends.

Guy walked in without a care in the world.

No, she wasn’t going to back down. Throwing down the apron she’d been wearing, she walked out from behind the bar. This is not what was going to happen to her. She wasn’t going to let him throw their relationship away so easily.

“Em, what are you doing?” Tony asked.

“I’m taking what’s mine. Guy wanted me. He’s not going to throw me away so easily.”

Girl, get the message.

“My son is in love with you.”
Jack’s words rolled through her mind. No, she couldn’t allow this to happen to them.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dorothy making her way toward her, along with their friends. She didn’t want an audience when this happened, but she needed to get it resolved.

Charging toward him, she tugged on his hand, spinning him around. Guy didn’t fight her. He stared down at her. Before he covered it up, she saw the lust burning in his eyes. Then as quickly as he revealed his emotions, he shut them away from her.

“What do you want?” he asked.

His jaw tensed, another sign he was hiding feelings away from her.

“Who’s the skank?” She turned her attention to the woman beside him. The blonde frowned at her.