Legal Intentions

Lacey

7.

I’m openly crying in a restaurant. I know I have to do this, but it still hurts. Adrian and I… we had good moments. He was my first love, the first person I had sex with. And he was my first heartbreak, over and over again. I look into his beautiful eyes and they look so sad.

“I’m so sorry, Lacey. I swear I know I made a mistake. I will treat you better from now on.”

My heart breaks again. I know he wants to change. But I really am smart enough to know he never will.

“Lacey, baby, you are my one… Please don’t do this to me. We’ve been together for so long.”

“I know, Adrian, but I can’t do this anymore. I need to leave. I need time for myself. You hurt me so bad, and I can’t be with you anymore, you will destroy me,” I say as tears slip down my face.

I’m glad we’re in the back of the restaurant, a little secluded, so not everyone and their father is able to see me crumble apart. Especially because Adrian is wearing his uniform. He’s still on duty and he knows how much I like him in his work stuff, but it is not doing it for me this time.

Briana was right, now that I know a guy like Koa is interested in me, I feel more confident to end this relationship. It gives me the reassurance that I won’t be alone forever. And although Koa Maverick is the perfect package, it doesn’t have to be him. But I know now that I’m worthy, crazy that I’m just now seeing it when I have someone else interested in me.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s you and me against the world, babe. I will never hurt you again, I promise.”

He promised me a thousand times but he still did it over and over again. And now, thinking about Koa, I feel my tears dry and my mind is stronger than ever.

“No, I’m telling you now. This is over!”

For a second, Adrian’s demeanor shifts, his eyes take on that furious glimmer I’m always afraid of, but it’s gone in an instance.

“Fine,” he answers calmly. Too calm…

“Can you at least come with me to the work thing you agreed to? It’s at my boss’s house, and I already told him I’m bringing my beautiful girlfriend who I want to be my fiancé…”

My eyes start back up another fountain of tears. He wanted to marry me? A few days ago, I was so head over heels in love with him I would’ve said yes the second he asked. But now I know it would’ve been ridiculous. He would’ve made me a divorced, single mom in my mid-twenties, I’m sure about that.

But I can do this one thing for him, it’s only a backyard party. So I nod my head yes. He smiles like a happy boy and comes for me, wrapping me in a big hug. It’s nice, but just for a second before he catches my lips in a kiss. I usually enjoy kissing him, but now that I’ve felt another man’s lips on mine, I notice his lack of skills, it’s sloppy and too harsh. With my mind on Koa, I stand up and push him away from me.

“Stop!”

He stands up and balls his fists. His face is blank of emotion, and that is scarier than when he pushes me around physically.

“OK. You’re right. I’m sorry,” is all he says, relaxing his fists.

I’m right? Who is this guy and what has he done with Adrian? He usually would’ve never let me off the hook this easily.

“I will pick you up tomorrow evening at five.”

I nod and look down to my feet, avoiding his face.

“And, Lacey, please think about it, think about us. I promise you, I can change. I want you to be my wife, a mother for my children. Rethink your decision. I will give you the time you need and then you can come back to where you belong.”

I look back up, seeing he means every single word he just uttered, and it leaves me cold. He’s so sure of himself that he thinks he is where I belong? He is delusional and as much as this hurts, I’m glad it’s over and that he didn’t make a scene when I pushed him off me. Now I need to go and get over this relationship, over this heartbreak, and I know exactly the person who will get me through this.

“Sure, Adrian,” I reply and stand to leave. “See you tomorrow.”

I wipe away the wetness under my eyes and leave the restaurant.

It’s almost dark outside as I open my phone to see if Koa has replied after I told him I needed to come, but there’s still nothing. Shit, it was too desperate. Guys don’t dig desperate chicks.

I quickly walk away from the restaurant so that Adrian won’t keep up with me and get a cab around the building. I walk fast, having the eerie feeling that someone is watching me, but when I look back I see no one. I still have goosebumps when the motor of the taxi starts.

As I’m driving home, I quickly send a text to Briana telling her I broke up with him.

The taxi drive is short, and as I open the door to Bri’s and my apartment, my phone alerts me of a new message. I get my hopes up but when I see it’s only a reply from Briana, my shoulders fall back down.

SOOOO glad it’s over honey. Going to be home late, don’t wait for me.

I smile and go take a look in the bathroom mirror. My waterproof mascara did a great job staying through the fountain of tears I cried. I should go and write them an awesome appraisal. I wash off my makeup, do some skincare, and put my hair in a messy bun before I put lotion all over my body. It’s my selfcare ritual, and I love the feeling of cream on me. I put on a cute, white camisole sleep top with avocados on it and matching little, white, hot-pant shorts. It’s a little addiction of mine, to get cute and sexy sleepwear. It makes me feel better.

Since I cleaned the place like a maniac before I left to go see Adrian, I’m free for the night. I sit down in bed, check my leftover classwork for the next two weeks, and look for jobs. Briana has no issues paying for our place alone. Her family is kind of rich and gave it to her as a high school graduation gift, but I still like to contribute money in some way like groceries or other bills. She doesn’t want me to but lets me do it because she knows I wouldn’t want to live here doing nothing. But since I lost my job, I have nothing really to contribute other than my savings and I would love to keep them as savings so I can open my own salon when I’m finished with beauty school. So my ass has to get another good-paying job to pay for school, save up, and be able to help out with a meal or two a week.

Sadly, there’s no rich mom or dad helping me out because Bob and Mary Monroe are barely able to keep their shit together, piling up debts as Mary has a little TV shopping addiction and neither of them has a high-paying job. Since I’m their only child, I tend to give them money here and there whenever I have something left over to help them out a little, even though I don’t see them very often. Our relationship has always been kind of rocky.

The day I met Briana and her family, they basically adopted me. I was over at their house more than I was at mine. My mother was really busy with herself and her looks, and my father was trying his best to earn enough money to keep up with her spending. He never had any love to give for me though. To this day, I don’t think that he is my real father, just someone my mother met and kept around to finance her life. Over the years nothing changed about that. I never had the balls to ask her about my dad being my real dad, and she never bothered to speak more than two sentences to me. I think she was really glad the day I moved out for good. My feeling is she never wanted children and just put up with me because I was taking good care of myself and never caused any problems.

I always worked and brought back money from the time I turned fourteen and was able to babysit Briana’s neighbor’s daughter, Mallory.

I’ve mostly worked in bars, restaurants, or cafés, so I go through a lot of waitressing jobs online, some retail selling, and of course some not so proper offers like call girl or escort. I quickly decline it and postpone finding a job until tomorrow. Waiting another day won’t kill me, and I’ve had a shit day, so I’m allowed a little me time. I open up my Kindle and lose myself in a new book, reading about a strong heroine who falls in love with a hot man in uniform, getting excited at every sex scene.

I lose track of time, and after probably an hour and in the middle of Diana getting oral from Hudson, my phone vibrates. My skin is electrified because of the dirty smut I’ve been reading, and I contemplate taking out my vibrator while looking at the hot picture Koa provided for me. GoshI hope he’s the one who texted me…

And hell yes I see it is, this was probably my vagina calling out to him.

You almost killed me at work today…

I get giddy and excited as butterflies dance around my belly.

Seems as if a dick pic, if it’s shot in the right way and from the right guy, is freaking awesome. I scroll up and look back at his picture, his long and veiny cock, covered in cum. He’s really big. I only have Adrian to compare it to, but Koa’s dick is huge. I felt it at the club, and I can definitely see it in the picture. My phone vibrates again.

Did you touch yourself?

My stomach drops, and I have to clench my legs together. I wanted to touch myself but then I felt so dirty about not ending it yet with Adrian that I tried to make myself busy hustling around the apartment instead.

But now, the whole day, this conversation with him, the book, and just the thought of him… I want to touch myself now. It makes me bold, bolder than I usually am.

Not yet.

My phone alerts me of another text a second later.

I want to see.

And I clench my legs together a second time and relax into the cushions, my Kindle falling off of me onto the bed. I open the band on my shorts and let my hand wander inside, nudging my clit and feeling it covered in my wetness. I moan into the empty apartment. I lift my legs and open them a little, taking a quick shot of my hand in my shorts, and send it to Koa without thinking too much. I rub myself with only one finger, very slowly, feeling a hot burn rushing through my whole body.

Now put your fingers inside you and show me how wet you are.

I obey his order and swirl my needy bud a few times before I push inside of me with one and then two fingers, fucking myself and imagining it’s him with me here.

I slide them out and take a picture of them wet from myself before I push them back into my shorts, continuing to finger my pussy while I send him the picture. There’s no reply for a good minute as I’m playing with my clit, stretching my legs even further. I push my shirt up, just over my nipples and play with them, thinking back to his mouth on me, his stubble scratching me raw, and they are still so sensitive.

My phone vibrates loudly, snapping me out of my fog. It catches me off guard for a second, and I quickly pull my hand out of my shorts and lift myself up on my elbow. The phone I threw next to me when I started massaging my breast shows Koa’s name with a FaceTime call, and I don’t feel so bold anymore. I think about answering for a good ten seconds before I throw fucking caution to the wind and pick up the call before my phone stops ringing.

I immediately see his handsome face covered in a soft light

“What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?” he asks in his deep, vibrating voice.

I almost moan into the phone, I want to touch myself again.

“Show me what I did to your tits,” he orders.

This time, I swallow loudly, then angle the camera so he has a direct view of my boobs peeking out from under my shirt. I hear a string of curse words.

“I hope you fucking know that I saved those pictures,” he grunts. “So I can use them whenever I want. I already used them twice today, you know that, beautiful? This is the third fucking time I’m going to come in my hands today, but all I want is to come in your pussy,” he says.

I hear it now, a silent slapping noise, and I moan again.

“You’re touching yourself?” I ask, speaking up for the first time since I answered, and his reply comes quickly.

“I’ve been jerking myself all fucking day long to your perfect tits I want to jerk to your pussy now, so please show me, babygirl.”

His words, his voice, just everything about him. He’s so intense, and I want him inside me. I set the phone next to me and get rid of my shorts before picking the phone back up and showing him how my fingers slowly slide through my folds down to my hole, rimming it before entering it slowly, back in and back out. I’m torturing myself and him as well. He mutters a fuck, fuck, fuck as I fuck myself harder now, getting the perfect angle to touch my G-spot

“Give your clit some attention too. You’re so wet I want to lick you clean before I come inside you.”

I scream out as I rub my clit in sync with my finger fucking.

“Fuck yes, Lacey. I’m about to fucking come as well. Show me your face, I want to watch you fall apart,” he says.

I bring my phone up, watching under hooded eyes how he sits on a bed. His body is ripped, his abs bunch, his legs are slightly apart, and his big fist is wrapped around his enormous cock. His heavy balls slap against him with every fast stroke he gives himself, and I come apart.

“Koa!” I scream as I see a million stars and explode as I slowly massage my orgasm out. I get aftershocks when I hear him scream my name as he looks through the phone directly into my soul.

When I come down from my high, I see that he is covered in cum. His hand, dick and his abs are full of big, white drops.

“I want to lick you clean,” I say, and put my hand on my mouth, covering it before it can make more dumb comments.

But he sits up and takes the phone in his hand that is not holding his long cock, still so big even though he’s not fully erect anymore. He shows me an up close of it as well as his stomach covered in himself, and I make another stupid noise as I clench my legs together.

“Lacey, you can have it all. I would love nothing fucking more than to see you on your knees, tasting my cum.”

“Fuck, Koa,” I say, clenching my legs closed before I stand up and go into the bathroom to clean my hands, taking my phone with me.

He probably does the same as I see white tiles behind his pure masculine self while I watch him look down. His arms are moving as he’s probably scrubbing himself over the sink, and I almost come again at the sight of him. He looks back into the phone, showing me a glimpse of his teeth when he smiles at me, and I feel my cheeks warm up and smile back. It’s a little embarrassing, but I have a feeling I can trust him so deeply. He makes me feel warm and good in more than one way.

“You good?” he asks with a raised brow, looking at me through the phone.

I already pushed my shirt back down to cover the girls, but he still looks at them hungrily as if they’re naked.

“Because I don’t know if I’m ever going to be OK, I haven’t jerked off this much in one day since I hit puberty.”

I laugh and feel fuzzy. “I’m good,” I tell him honestly.

“I wish I could kiss your beautiful face right now,” he says, his expression turning a bit more serious.

I feel the same way. “Me too,” I reply shyly.

He puts his hand on the back of his neck, his muscles flexing with his movement.

“I need to see you in person. I need to get to know you, Lacey Monroe,” he tells me honestly.

I don’t know what to say. I haven’t even been out of my other relationship for more than a couple hours but here is this hot, amazing guy who wants to know me. I’m baffled because I don’t know how he wants me. Me? I don’t think I’m ready to be with someone else right now, other than this.

“I uhm, I want to see you too. I really do. It’s just… it’s complicated.”

He lets out a little laugh and looks at me through the camera. “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. I forgot,” he says standing up straighter so that I’m able to see more of his toned body.

And fuck me sideways, he’s so fucking hot. His body isn’t cut like a diamond but it’s toned in every way. I can see his muscles, his power underneath his skin and it is the hottest body I have ever seen on a man. He’s just so big and wide and perfect.

“You know what I told you in the club, about me being there for you in every possible way?”

I nod and look back at his face through the camera lens.

“I meant it. I’m here. If you want me to buy you flowers and take you on a date, I’m here. If you want me to come over and arrest or kill someone for you, I’m here. If you want me to make you come over the phone, I’m here. And if you want me to come over and slide my tongue or dick between your sweet, juicy lips and fuck you until you scream, I promise I will be there,” he says, making me pool in my panties.

I don’t even know if he meant my face lips or pussy lips. I’m just so fucking horny. I want him everywhere and I don’t know what’s fucking wrong with me because I was never this horny with Adrian. I might have been in the beginning, but he never got me off and never even fucking cared how I felt during sex. It mostly hurt me and then the total mind fuck he let me endure during and afterward. It wasn’t a nice experience, to say the least. I feel safe with Koa Maverick, so it’s easy for me to be honest with him, even though I could sometimes kill myself for being too open.

“I can’t come during sex. This… this was the first I ever came with a man. I’m not sure if I’m able to… you know, during…” I say, playing with a strand of my brown hair that’s fallen out of my bun.

“He is so fucking stupid,” Koa mutters, rubbing his hand over his face.

Adrian is stupid.

“It’s my fault, I ah I just can’t come… it’s—”

“Lacey, listen to me. This is not your fault, OK? And I promise you, you’re able to come with a man.”

I’m not so sure, but he did just make me come and he didn’t even touch me, well not physically at least. Although mentally I feel branded and thoroughly fucked by him.

“And I don’t say this from a heroes point of view, telling you that I am the man to do so, I’m telling you that you are able to, you could come with me, with Ledger, with any other man who would make the effort to play your body the right way.”

My whole body feels like it is on fire. My breasts ache as much as the lower parts of my body just thinking about him or his friend doing me. Thinking back to the conversation they had about sharing a woman, I have to shut my mouth so no embarrassing sound slips through.

And I want him to make me come, but I don’t want to use him. I’m not a user. I never have been and never will be. I like to give if I take and it wouldn’t be fair to him to just take and not be able to commit to him in any way. I know he proposed the offer but still, I’m afraid he will want more. I’m also sure I would fall in love with him in no time, as I already feel so damn safe with him and I have always been so romantic.

“I don’t know, he tried… But I, I don’t know. I couldn’t reach that point, you know?”

Koa’s eyes take on an angry simmer, his arm muscles bunch as if he’s about to break the phone.

“What did he try?” he asks, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose.

I’m unsure about myself all over again. “He ah, well different positions, me on top… uhm, he took me from behind…”

Koa looks at me incredulously.

“Did he play with your tits, Lacey?” he asks, now looking serious through the phone.

“He held them, squeezed them, sometimes to the point of real pain. You know, the one that really hurts, not the good kind…”

His nostrils flare when I tell him about the good kind of pain.

“No, I meant did he play with your nipples, baby? Did he roll them between his fingers, lick them, suck on them?”

I close my eyes in pleasure, thinking back to them being touched that way. But there’s only one man who treated them with this adoration and it’s not Adrian fucking Sterling.

I look back into Koa’s eyes. They are so sexy and I want to look into them, but not through a phone.

“No.”

His eyebrows rise.

“Did he play with your clit? Did he… fuck…” He swallows before speaking back up again. “Did he lick your sweet pussy?”

I have to cough to cover up a moan, thinking about getting licked. But fuck no, Adrian never kissed me down there. I shake my head no.

“Your pussy has never been licked, sweet Lacey?”

I shake my head no for a second time.

“Fuck. Text me your address, I’ll come over and show you how you should be treated in the bedroom right now.”

And now I’m the one swallowing. Fuck I want him so, so damn much. But am I this bold? In a dark club, with a little too much to drink and over the phone yes, but in my space, nowhere to escape? He could see all my flaws, stretch marks, soft skin, my jiggling butt.

“Lacey you need to go to that cycling class I told you about, you’re getting too heavy to sit on me while we’re fucking.” Adrian’s voice echoes in my head.

A tear slides down my eyes, and Koa curses on the other side of the connection.

“Shit, Lacey, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to pressure you. You have all the freedom and room you want. Like I told you, I can come over if you want me to, but if all you want to do is talk over the phone, that’s fine with me as well, OK?”

“No, I’m OK. I would love to have you here. It’s just too soon, and I don’t want to get hurt again you know?”

Koa nods. “You broke up not too long ago?”

“Today.”

Another tear rolls down my face, not for missing Adrian but for being mad at myself that I had something with another man while still being in a relationship with someone else.

“So you were still with him when I touched you?” he asks, a pained expression crowding over his face, but just for a second and then it’s gone.

I nod for the hundredth time today, not being able to say much.

“We uhm, had a huge fight that night. We fought all the time, but it was different that time. It was the final nail in the coffin.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it,” I answer truthfully.

I really don’t want to. Koa is nice and I feel safe with him, but I don’t know him at all. For all I know, he could fuck me over as well.

He nods shortly.

“I understand,” he says, putting the phone onto something in front of him and leaning over his sink, bunching his muscles.

My tears fade away like they’ve never been there.

“I just have one more question and I’m sorry for even asking, you don’t have to answer me but I just want to be sure so… Uh, did you guys, erm, did you use protection?” he asks.

He’s really serious now, and I almost have to laugh because he looks so uncomfortable, which makes him look really cute.

“I was very religious about condoms. I never fully trusted him, so we never did it without. And I’m getting tested tomorrow,” I tell him, feeling my cheeks warm up, embarrassment flooding every single one of my cells.

He must be so disgusted with me right now, even thinking about me and him, about me getting tested, about me having a potential disease.

“Good, I just wanted to make sure. I did something today—don’t be mad—but I checked his medical record. We have to get tested every six weeks and I know he’s clean, but still you can never know for sure.”

Never be sure… Did you use a condom? He knows more than I know and now I’m curious.

“So you work with him and you don’t like him. What do you know about him that makes you think he could give me an STD? Did he cheat on me?”

His face takes on a serious edge.

“I can’t tell you with one hundred percent certainty, but I’m sure he did. I’ve seen him with other women, not in any openly cheating position, but kind of close. I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.”

I close my eyes, pain wrecking through my veins for a millisecond, but it’s gone when I open them back up and look into trusting brown eyes and the tears subside. But then I remember he told me Adrian had issues with women before me.

“You mentioned he wasn’t nice to other women before me. How do you know that? What happened?” I ask, curiosity driving me.

Koa’s whole demeanor shifts, and his eyes start to blaze.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m just glad you broke up. Just stay away from him, Lacey. He can be very dangerous,” he says very seriously.

I look away embarrassed, thinking back to my promise that I would be his plus one at his work event. Fuck, Koa will probably be there as well... But maybe I’m lucky and he is working a shift then. Hell, I pray to god he is. I can’t imagine keeping my cool when I see him standing in front of me again.

I shake my head no and lie to Koa’s face.

“No, I won’t see him again..”

He doesn’t look too sure, probably not believing a single word I just said, but not saying anything in return.

“If you’re ever in any danger, please call my number. Night or day I will be there as fast as I can OK? Promise me, Lacey Juliette Monroe.”

I nod my head yes.

“I promise, Koa,” I say.

He grins, a sexy dimple popping up in his face, and I almost groan in frustration. Why does he have to be so damn attractive?

“I like it when you say my name. I liked it when you called me officer too, but I loved it more when you moaned my name when you came all over your fingers.”

Now I really groan out loud.

“And I like it when you say my name. Liked it when you said it when you came,” I reply shyly, looking everywhere else than at my phone.

I hear a short laugh.

“Damn, woman. I want you, you know that?”

I look back and see that he took on a sincere expression. And it makes me giddy, giddy everywhere. I want him to want me.

“You don’t know how much that means—” I start, but I’m cut off by the front door opening.

“Bitch, where’re you at? I’m home. I hope you’re not still riding your dildo thinking back to Officer Kinky Koa Maverick!” Briana screams loudly enough that Koa is able to hear.

He starts grinning from ear to ear. Her heels continue to click as she walks through the apartment.

“I’m sure his I don’t know how many inches dick fills every dirty part of your mind. And I’m not mad if you think about Officer Ledger taking turns with him, I know girl code and stuff but I wouldn’t be mad, Lacey. God knows you deserve a good fucking for once,” she screams—yes screams—coming into the bathroom with a loud bang.

She looks me up and down, then looks to my phone, then to my outfit. She comes over as quickly as a tornado, looking into the phone and then to me, folding her hands over her face.

“I’m so sorry, Lacey,” she starts.

Everything goes silent for a good moment but then Koa brings us out of it starting to laugh. It’s a deep, belly laugh. And I’m pink like a Hello Kitty, too embarrassed to ever look him in his eyes again, but I can’t help myself from laughing until Briana joins us. I only stop laughing when I feel tears of joy leaving my eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Briana says, coming next to me, looking into the phone, wiping away at her own tears of joy.

I look at him as well.

“Well hello there big boy, fuck Lacey he’s hot,” she starts, looking at me.

I take the phone, pushing it against my chest.

“No Bri, you can look but not too close, I wouldn’t be OK with sharing my man!” I say on a laugh.

I put the phone back to where it was, still grinning from ear to ear over my own joke. But when I look back up into the phone Koa’s face is void of any humorous emotion.

“Say that again,” he orders, making me shiver.

“What?” I ask, too dumbfounded to know what he wants.

“What you just said.”

“The sharing part?”

His eyes take on a dark glimmer.

“No, Lacey Juliette, the part where you said that I’m your man,” he says in a deep voice that twists my ovaries to release a thousand eggs.

And I answer like a submissive schoolgirl, my mind loving every second of him ordering me around in that voice.

“I wouldn’t be OK with sharing you, if you were my man,” I tell him, licking my lips.

He almost purrs like a wildcat and looks so hot my poor lady bits start to hurt.

“I will let you ladies get your well-deserved rest now. Briana, it was nice seeing you again. And, Lacey, don’t forget, I’m one call away. Whatever you want, whenever you want,” he says in that vibrating, hot tone again, weakening my knees, making me forget Adrian Sterling, with just the sound of his voice.

“And she’s right, Lacey, you deserve to be treated right in the bedroom and I can always bring my friend,” he adds and winks into the camera.

My knees actually buckle and my heart thunders like a mustang in the wild. What the fuck?

“Good night, Koa,” is all I can press out.

Meanwhile, Bri waves like a queen into the phone. Urging him on.

“Hell yes, tell Ledger you have a mission to complete—”

I hit her arm hard. She shuts up, but still wriggles her fingers.

“Nighty night, officer,” she says and presses the red button to end the call as I can’t seem to move another single inch anymore.

“Taaaalk, girlfriend!” she squeaks.

I let my head fall into my hands. “I don’t even know where to start…” I whisper, knowing damn well I will forever have officer Koa Maverick engraved into my brain and my ovaries.