Chapter 13
Isaac
I have never had a case of blue balls as bad as I do right now.
Leaving Serena in that bathroom in just her bra and underwear was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. The only thing I wanted to do was bend her over the bathroom counter and claim her pussy right then and there. And as much as I wanted to, it’s going to have to wait.
She’s too vulnerable right now, and I don’t want her to feel like I am taking advantage of her.
But fucking hell, she was a sight to see.
Her voluptuous ass and full perky tits on full display for me with curves for days. Undressing her was like unwrapping a present, uncovering each inch of her. I knew if I took off her bra that I would want to take her breasts in my hands, and I’m not sure I’d have enough composure not to.
I’ve fantasized about her body for weeks now and finished myself off on more than one occasion just imaging how she would feel. If I were to start, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
And then I saw the shame on her face when she covered her stomach. Trying to hide herself from me, as if seeing her stretch marks and beautiful imperfections would turn me away.
She is sexy as hell, and I’ll be damned if I don’t make it my life’s mission to show her that she can love her body.
My hard cock strains against my jeans when I think about her back at home in the shower. I texted Charlie to let her know I was bringing Belle to her so she could get everything ready, so I could be in and out of there as quickly as possible.
I wanted to hold her and help her forget about that motherfucker Tyler. He better pray that I don’t find him, because if I do, he’s going to wish Serena had killed him. The pain he felt will be nothing compared to what I have planned.
The thought of leaving Serena at the house alone after everything she just went through was painful. But I couldn’t leave her dog in the car any longer. She deserved better than.
Thankfully, I’m only about thirty minutes away from Charlie’s place. I had to drop her off, because there was no way I was going to spend hours waiting before getting back to the house. But I know she is in good hands, and I hope it brings Serena some peace.
I pull into the driveway, and all of the windows are dark.
Good. She must be sleeping.
Gravel crunches underneath my boots as I walk towards the front door. The door creaks open, echoing throughout the quiet house. I try to be as quiet as I can walking up the stairs so as not to wake her, but I can’t help but find myself at her door instead of mine.
Carefully opening it, I’m greeted by her soft snores. God damn she is so fucking adorable.
Satisfied that she is okay, I smile to myself and softly close her door behind me, heading in the opposite direction to my room at the end of the hall.
After my much-needed shower, I grab a pair of grey sweats from my dresser and put them on. I send a quick text to Charlie thanking her for Belle, and then lay back on my bed, my hands behind my head and stare up at the ceiling.
For weeks, all I could think about was Serena. Her long caramel hair and the way it cascades down her back in curls. Her perfectly shaped lips and the dimple that peeks out when she smiles.
And those deep ocean blue eyes staring up at me from on her knees while she chokes on my cock.
When her and Jules came to the club the first time, I thought it was just a coincidence. And just as quickly as she was there, she was gone. I cursed myself for not making more of an effort to find her while she was there.
With all the shit Cole has me dealing with on the side, I didn’t have a chance to go back to the coffee shop. And then there was my personal business that I had to attend to. Between all of that, I was going fucking mad not seeing her.
I’ve never done drugs before, but if I did, I imagine it’s similar to how I would feel if I were going through withdrawals. I don’t know what it is like to experience love, but I’m pretty damn certain that I am in love with this girl. Some may call it an obsession, and well, they’d be right.
I would burn the world for her if she asked me to. No question.
Am I crazy for feeling this way about a woman I barely even know? Probably. Do I care? Not a fucking chance.
Last night, when she came back to the club, I knew this time wasn’t by accident.
They came there for a reason, and I have a feeling, that reason was me. My fists clench behind my head when I think about what happened that night. There’s someone drugging women in our club. And I’m going to find the bastard and make him understand why that was the biggest mistake of his life.
My anger only rises as I reflect on everything that happened after I dropped Serena off at home. Although I had other plans for making Jules give me her number, I am glad that she did. I can’t even imagine what Serena would have done if she couldn’t call me.
She must have been fucking terrified while Tyler was attacking her.
The fact that she called me, still has me bewildered. A part of me hates that she had to in the first place, but there’s another part of me that loves it. The trust she must have had in me to make that call.
That means something.
My body relaxes when I remember that she is sleeping soundly down the hall. She is safe now.
Before I know it, my thoughts drift back to before I left.
The way her cheeks flushed. The way her chest rose and fell as her breathing quickened with every touch.
How she ever so slightly spread her legs for me when I traced my fingers up her leg.
I bet anything if I had felt her pussy, it would have been soaking wet.
I also noticed the way her shoulders slumped slightly when she realized I wasn’t going to take off her bra and panties for her.
God, I wanted to fuck her. To take her golden hair and wrap it around my hand while I bent her over the counter. Just to watch the pleasure on her face in the mirror as I made her come all over me.
I free my now hard dick from my sweats, spitting on my hand before I begin long slow strokes to images of her bent over in front of me.
The feeling of being balls deep inside her warm, wet pussy and how her breasts would look pressed against the quartz countertop.
My pace quickens as I imagine her tear-filled eyes staring back at me in the mirror.
“Fuuuuck.” My balls tighten and my hips buck moments before I come into my hand. I reach over and grab my shirt from the floor to clean up. Just as I’m slipping my semi hard cock back into my sweats, I hear a soft knock on my bedroom door.
I get out of bed and walk over to the door, not even bothering to hide the evidence.
Fuuuuuuck me.
Serena stands on the other side of the door in only a large tee and boy shorts. Her hair is disheveled, and she has dark circles under her eyes, but she is still as beautiful as ever. Her eyes move from my face down my stomach muscles and stop at the obvious bulge in my sweats.
She quickly looks away as her cheeks turn as red as a tomato.
A smirk falls over my face, and I let out a soft laugh. “Like what you see?”
She gasps and shoots me a glare.
“Hey, I’m not the one who was staring.” I say as I put my hands up in surrender.
“I was not staring. ” She huffs.
“Call it what you want, baby. Staring. Admiring. Fantasizing. All forms would be acceptable.”
She groans and rolls her eyes. “I knew I should have just stayed in bed.”
I cock and eyebrow at her and ask, “Yeah, why did you knock on my door?”
Her cheeks flush again and she looks down at the floor. I can see she’s thinking carefully of what to say next before she looks up at me. “I was… lonely. And… I… was going to ask…” She trails off and nervously twists her fingers together in front of her.
Suddenly, she drops her hands by her side, squares her shoulders and looks me in the eye. “I was going to ask… if I could join you in your bed.” Her words rushed out.
Well, that’s not what I was expecting. It’s not very often I am rendered speechless, but for the life of me, I can’t get my brain to form a single word.
“Well, are you going to just stand there or invite me in?” Serena places her hands on her hips and stares at me waiting for a response.
I step aside and sweep my arm in front of me, welcoming her in.
She brushes against me as she walks in and the smell of peaches of cream hits me. I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells.
When she gets to the right side of the bed, she hesitates. Nerves flood her face and her brow creases in deep thought while she just stares at the comforter.
“I can sleep on the floor Serena.” I offer.
After a moment of silence, she shakes her head and pulls back the comforter, climbing into bed.
“Don’t be silly. I didn’t expect you to sleep on the floor when I’m the one who barged in here.
Besides… I wanted to share the bed with you.
” She looks up at me from beneath her lashes and my heart skips.
This girl is going to be the death of me. And it would be a death I would welcome without hesitation.
I walk over to my side of the bed and slide in beside her. She pulls the covers over us both, turning her back to me. The warmth of her body washes over mine, and my body is practically vibrating in anticipation. It takes everything I have not to turn and pull her body into mine.
She’s so fucking close. I have fantasized about her in my bed for weeks, and now she is finally here. And what am I doing? Being a fucking gentleman and not doing a damn thing.
The comforter shifts when she stirs and my body stiffens.
“Isaac?” her soft voice breaks the silence.
“Yeah?” My voice tight.
“Can you… hold me?” She whispers.
Abso-fucking-lutely I can. Is that even a question? “Of course.”
I roll over, pulling her into me. All the tension from the prior days' events melts from her body and I feel her relax against me. Her breathing slows down and evens out, and I am savoring every second.
My eyes fall closed, until I feel her scoot her ass closer to me and rub it against my dick. Every muscle in me tightens. Was that intentional?