Once in a Lifetime (8 page)

“I would love to spend time with you.” He fingered her clit and started to get aroused once again.

****

Emily stared at her reflection. Her neck was red from all of Guy’s kisses. He was asleep in her bed. They’d just had a mammoth fuck session, which had completely changed her world. In all the years she’d been fucking, she never once felt connected to a person. Taking a deep breath, she let her hand fall to her stomach where the butterflies were doing crazy things to her senses.

When she cried earlier she thought he hated being with her. He’d given her oral sex then left without a word. She remembered Nathan simply walking away from her without saying a word when he was finished. Guy had made her feel very nervous as he’d not even found any pleasure with her. For a split second she felt vulnerable within his arms, and she’d known there was nothing more she could do. She wouldn’t be begging Guy to stay with her. Emily never begged anyone for sex.

“What are you doing in here?” Guy asked.

His hair was all over the place from her grasping the length. Turning to him, she smiled. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t wake me. I went to wrap my arms around you, and you weren’t there. I guess you’re right. It’s your fault I didn’t sleep.”

“I’m here now.”

She walked toward him, going into his arms. His hands landed on her ass.

“Fuck, I want you again.”

Snuggling against him, Emily felt herself growing aroused once again.

He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back. “Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re fine.”

“You know I wouldn’t hurt you, right? I’m here because I want to be.”

Nodding her head, she followed him to the bedroom. He eased her on the bed then followed her down. Opening her thighs, she felt consumed by him. The tears were long gone, and she wouldn’t be giving them any chance to manifest.

****

Emily chuckled as they were playing the game with the guns once again. It was Sunday, and they’d spent most of the morning making love or plain and simply fucking. Guy was a machine when it came to sex, and she loved being with him. They had finally gotten dressed and headed out into the night when they needed food.

He’d taken her to the Italian restaurant, and she’d eaten her fill of pasta and coffee. They’d steered clear of Tony’s place.

“Come on, baby, we’re getting them,” Guy said.

Rolling her eyes, she did her best to be drawn into the game. She really did love playing with him. Being in the amusements reminded her of being a child.

Her phone buzzed, and she left him alone to take it. Dorothy was on the line.

“What do I owe the pleasure to?” she asked, walking out of the amusements.

“I wanted to make sure my friend was still alive. You did abandon us to deal with your date, and we’ve not had a proper chance to talk since. Also, I want to be nosey. You’re the first woman to keep Guy’s attention for longer than a fuck.”

She’d completely forgotten to keep in touch with her friends. Emily knew they were still dealing with Andrew. Guy had a way about him that made her forget everything else. “How did he take it?” she asked.

“He took it fine. Did you and Guy hook up?” Dorothy took the lead of the conversation.

“I’m with him now.” She felt giddy inside herself at how Guy made her feel. “We, erm, we’re together but not in a relationship kind of way. We’re friends with benefits.”

Pressing a hand to her cheek, Emily tried to stop the heat from building inside her.

Dorothy squealed over the line. “Woohoo, it’s about time. Guy and you will no longer be leftover cogs on our dates.”

“It’s not like that. We’re not in a relationship. We’re fuck buddies.” Emily cringed at her own words.

She talked Dorothy down from her high, and she quickly changed the subject. “How is Wayne?”

Another squeal came over the line. “Wayne asked me to marry him. I can’t believe it. I’m going to get married, Em.”

Offering her congratulations Emily finished talking with her ten minutes later with the promise of getting together and dealing with the marriage stuff. Emily also thanked her for dealing with Andrew once again.

She hung up, pocketing her cell.

“So you’re here with Guy Jensen?” Andrew Marker asked, stepping in front of her. His presence took her by surprise. She’d only just been talking about him with Dorothy.

“Andrew, what are you doing here?” she asked, pressing a hand to her chest.

“I wanted to know why my date left me alone when I went to the bathroom and has been avoiding me since. It has been a week, Emily.”

His arms were folded, and she was aware of how strong he looked.

“The date was a mistake, Andrew. I shouldn’t have accepted it, and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you at all.”

He laughed, looking down at the floor.

“You’re seriously going to talk that shit to me?” Andrew asked.

She frowned, looking over her shoulder to the amusements. “I do not want to cause a scene.”

Emily gasped as he caught her hands under his. His hold was unbearably tight.

“I’m not causing a scene. I can’t believe I let myself get drawn in. I thought you were fucking different, but you’re not. You’re just like all those cunts. You wheel us in and spit us back out.”

His voice was getting louder. Her cheeks were flaming at the accusations pouring from his mouth. They were drawing attention to themselves.

“Andrew, stop it. I never promised you anything.”

“No, you just fucking walked out, you little bitch.” He shoved her hard.

Emily lost her footing and fell to the hard pavement.

“Stay the fuck back!” Guy said, charging in front of her. She’d never been so pleased to see another man before.

Guy came to her defense forcing Andrew to take a step back.

“You’re welcome to the little slut. She’s nothing but a fucking whore.”

“Shut the fuck up. I was the reason she left last night. I told her to leave. She didn’t want you at all. She didn’t fucking want you.” Guy spat the words out at the other man.

Andrew lashed out.

She got to her feet and screamed as Guy defended himself.

When she’d left their date she had no intention of causing a problem. Guy landed in several punches, and no one intervened to stop it

All too soon the cops were called, and both men were being led to the back of cop cars.

Running back home, she grabbed her keys from the drawer beside the door and headed down to the station where she heard they were taking them. Emily didn’t think. She paid for the bail of Guy and was told he wouldn’t be released until the morning. Sitting in the waiting room, she picked up a magazine flicking through the articles.

The night passed slowly, and she didn’t know how long she actually waited. Someone shook her awake the next morning. She was curled up on the bench and must have fallen asleep last night.

“You posted my bail?” Guy asked.

“Of course. I never meant for this to happen.” She sat up, wrapping her arms around his body.

“I know, baby. I was in a cell next to Andrew. When he finally sobered up we talked a few things out. It’s amazing what time locked in a cell can do. He was pissed at you, but I sorted it. I let him know you were taken. He won’t be bothering you anymore.” Guy stroked her hair, pushing some behind her ear. “You’ve been here all night?”

“Of course. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. It’s my fault you’re here.” She cupped his face and smiled at him. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have run out on my date with Andrew. You shouldn’t have had to sort anything out. This is all my fault.” She caressed his split lip. He looked all rugged and battered.

“Hey, I was the one who convinced you to run out on your date. I started this, and I sorted it out in the good old-fashioned way of conversation.” He kissed her lips.

She noticed he didn’t linger too long.

“Come on. I stink, and I’ve a feeling you smell as bad.”

She slapped him lightly on the shoulder but smiled. They headed out as Andrew was leaving. Emily tensed up, watching him gather his things.

He didn’t look her way, which she was thankful for. “I’m sorry,” Andrew said. He still hadn’t looked her way. “I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. How is your ass?”

“Fine. I’m sorry for upsetting you.” She didn’t know what else to say.

“No problem. There are other women out there for me.”

Guy pulled her away saying their goodbyes.

“Remember, I took care of everything. He’s never going to bother you again. I promise.” Guy kissed her head, and they walked out of the station together. Her car was waiting for both of them. “Move over, baby. I’ll drive us home.”

Emily didn’t argue with him and slid into the passenger side. She was so tired and hadn’t slept well at all.

 Snuggling down into her seat she closed her eyes. “I’m just going to rest a little. Wake me up when we get to my place,” she said.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He leaned over to squeeze her thigh.

She remembered smiling, and then everything went blank as the wonderful world of nod claimed her.

Chapter Eight

Guy pulled up outside of his home. The house before him was set back from the road, and he climbed out of the car to open the gate. He typed in the key to let himself inside. When he got back to the car he looked at Emily sound asleep on the chair beside him. She didn’t know about this place. The house had a long drive down and opened up into a wonderful garden. His parents loved the house and wouldn’t let him sell it as it had been left to him in his grandfather’s will.

Parking in the driveway, he got his key out ready. Unlocking the front door, he propped it open before returning back to the car. Carefully, he eased her out of the car into his arms. She sighed, curling around him, and he took care not to hurt her on the way out.

The weight of her felt right in his arms. He slammed the door shut with his foot and carried her up to his bed. She didn’t wake once even as he undressed her. In the light of day her curvaceous body called to him.

He cursed his cock as he grew hard at the sight of her. She truly was a beautiful woman, and for however long he wanted she was going to be his.

What if you want forever?

The question echoed through his mind, and he cut it off. Nothing was going change the man he was. He didn’t doubt in his mind that a woman was going to come along and take his fancy. He didn’t believe in cheating and would never consider it even to escape a woman. Tucking her into bed, Guy was also aware of the fact this was the first woman he’d taken to his home. Most of the time he went to their place or booked a motel room for the night. He never brought the women back he was going to fuck. This was his space, and he’d never considered sharing it with anyone.

Once she was tucked up in bed, he headed downstairs to put the coffee on. He felt guilty at the fact she’d gone without sleep while he’d been sleeping all the night on a cot. Guy was not the kind of man to go without sleep. After he’d finished talking with Andrew about what happened and settling the score with the other man he’d gone to sleep quite easily. Then he’d found her sleeping, and he’d been hit by guilt at her lack of rest.

Today she was going to sleep, and he was taking care of her. Pouring himself a coffee he headed out to his garage, which he’d set up in his workshop at home. He loved working with his hands, and with his feelings the way they were at the moment he wasn’t ready to deal with them.

“What is with you not answering your phone?” Wayne asked, coming into the garage. Guy had opened the garage door to let some air in as it was too hot to work in the garage.

“I’ve spent the whole night in a fucking cell. Andrew decided to show his anger to Em, and I took care of it. Unfortunately, some bystander thought calling the cops would help.” He looked toward the door. “She spent the whole night at the station waiting for me. Em also posted my bail.”

“Shit, man, I had no idea. You should have called me.”

“I didn’t get the fucking chance, and after I told Andrew Emily was mine and if he ever laid a finger on my woman I’d kill him, I slept. Andrew is scared of me, remember?” He rubbed the back of his neck to try to work the strain out of his neck.

“I had every intention of coming over here, shouting a lot, and getting you feeling all guilty. I don’t think that’s going to work today. So, Emily’s your woman?”

“She doesn’t know it yet. She thinks we’re only having sex,” Guy said.

“You’re going to tell her different I take it.”

“I’ll do something about it when I’m ready.” Guy wasn’t going to admit he was still nervous about the whole commitment thing. What if he wanted another woman? He wouldn’t cheat on Emily.

“I asked Dorothy to marry me, and she said yes.” Wayne blurted it all out.

Stopping what he was doing Guy smiled. “Well, congratulations. She’s the one then?”

“Yeah, I love her, man. She’s the one I love, and I can’t wait to get my ring on her finger and claim her for my own.”

Guy listened to what Wayne had to say and felt great for his friend. A small tug started in his chest and worked its way out. He was never going to have that feeling or ask a woman to marry him.

What about Emily? She’s not just a fuck.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled Wayne in for a hug. “Wow, so when is the event happening? I need to know it all so I can order the strippers.”

Wayne shook his head. “No strippers. I mean it, Guy. I don’t need any other woman beside Dorothy. She is—I can’t describe it.”

“Try. I’m listening.”

“She’s … we … connect. Yeah, that’s right. We connect, and when we’re together the whole world falls away leaving just the two of us. She makes my heart pound, and then the sex is out of this world. I forget there were other women before her. Dorothy consumes every part of me. I never think about anything else, and I never grow bored with thinking about her. She’s everything to me.”

Wayne looked completely besotted. What startled Guy more than anything was how he recognized those feelings as he felt them with Emily. She’d stormed into his life, and he’d not been able to get her out of his thoughts. No other woman compared to her, and the sex they’d shared had blown all others out of the water.