“Can you imagine how fucking crazy we’d look had we? But from what you’ve said, the way you’re feeling about this girl. She’s your one. So what are you going to do about it?”
“She’s a student, Eric, there’s not a thing I can do about it. Sleeping with students is frowned upon, I could lose my job, she could end up losing her place at the college.”
He shakes his head. “Only you could pick someone that’s forbidden.”
I ignore the jab and take another sip from my beer. “So, oh wise one, what do I do now?”
“You fight for your woman, man. You have to decide if being with her is what you want. How many colleges are in this city, fuck, man, how many are within driving distance? A commute isn’t the end of the world if it means you being with her. Is it?”
He’s right, it’s not the end of the world.
“Apply elsewhere or wait for her to graduate. There’s plenty of answers to solve your problem. You’re too blindsided by your woman having the balls to walk away and fight for what she wants and that’s to make something of her life.”
He’s wrong. I’m in fucking awe that she could do that. I’m angry that she took my cum and then took the Plan B pill. Yes, it’s a fucked up way of thinking but damn. I want her to be mine and having my kid planted inside of her would ensure that. I’m still fucking angry about that, but I know that she had to do the best for her.
Seeing her that Monday after things went to shit, I could see that she was feeling it just as much as I was. Had her friend not stepped in, I have a feeling that I could have pushed her up against the wall and taken her right then and there. It’s an instinct that I have to fight every time I see her. I want her, I think I always will, but it’s not going to happen unless I get my fucking act together and find a way to make it right.
Eric finishes his beer and wraps his knuckles against the bar. “I’ve given you something to think about, I know that you’re going to get your head together and fix this. Go home, get some sleep and grovel at your woman’s feet.”
I chuckle at his words. I’ve never groveled in my life and I don’t plan on doing so now. I will however make sure that Rebecca knows exactly what I want from her and what will be happening between us.
“Alright, bro, I’m going to finish my beer then head on home,” I assure him, I’m feeling a lot better about what’s going to happen next.
But Eric won’t let that happen, he keeps his ass on his stool and waits for me to finish. The moment I do we walk out of the bar and toward our vehicles. “You know mom’s going to be on our asses, wanting to know what was said. What am I going to tell her?”
I inwardly groan. My mom gets a hint of me dating and that woman is going to be on the warpath, mentally planning a wedding and dreaming of grandchildren. “I don’t fucking know.”
He gives me a childish grin. “I’ll leave you to deal with it.”
Of course, he will. The ass loves to gossip, and he’ll only add fuel to the fire, knowing Eric, the entire family will know about what’s been going on before morning.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tell him as I hit the fob on my car keys.
He nods. “Maybe you’ll have your head out of your ass and sort things out with your girl?”
I don’t answer him, instead I climb into my car and start the engine. His chuckle is the last thing I hear as I close the door.
Tomorrow is day one of fighting to get my woman back.
* * *
There’s a knock at my door, I grit my teeth and rise to my feet. These past three weeks have been fucking shit. With the campus closed due to the holidays, I’ve not seen Rebecca. I’m addicted to her and being able to see her is the only way to keep that addiction alive. Surmise to say my Christmas was a wash-out.
Moving toward the door, I hear another knock. It’s soft but firm. I’m confused as to who would be calling, usually when my family is stopping by they’d call before coming. Opening the door my cock tightens, my stomach clenches, and my heart races.
Rebecca.
Sparks fly as I stare at the woman that's been a constant figure on my mind since she walked away. My body hums for her, as it has since the moment I laid eyes on her. Fuck, seeing her standing in front of me has my heart racing.
Beautiful. She's wearing a pink dress that stops just above her knee. Her face is bare, not an ounce of makeup, and those gorgeous deep brown eyes of hers are on me. It's as though she's looking through my soul. This woman is magnificent.
I take a step close, trying my hardest not to pull her into me and kiss her, it's all I want, for her to be in my arms.
“Hi,” she says with a small smile.
I can't hold back any longer, I'm not strong enough to deny what I want. What I need. I reach for her, pulling her into the house, her mouth parts as our bodies collide. Fuck, nothing feels better than having her back in my arms. Christ. I’m not letting her go. Not again. Not fucking ever.
I slam my lips down against hers, she’s tense, her stance is one of defiance, but the moment I slide my tongue into her mouth, she melts against me, her body pressing against mine and she’s kissing me back with just as much passion and need.