Enchanted and Desired (11 page)

Unfortunately for me, Lily manages to catch my eye and I know she wants me to meet her in the bathroom – bestie code; a death stare means get to the bathroom NOW! I steel myself for whatever she has to say, but I am not prepared for her outburst the moment the door closes behind us.

“What the FUCK is going on?” I hate lying to Lily, but I can’t tell her everything…it would change…
everything.

She cusses me out for a good five minutes but nothing really strikes a chord until…

“…I’m saying this because I love you. I don’t want you to miss out on a great guy because of that douchebag Gavin.” I feel like I’ve been punched in the guts at the mention of
his
name. “Don’t let Gavin win.” Lily walks out of the bathroom and leaves me in my own personal hell.

I sink to the floor, my chest constricting as the enormity of what she just said washes over me; a cold shower of emotion, raining down on me, chilling me to my core. All this time - my love ‘em and leave ‘em lifestyle…I thought
I
was taking control and doing things
my
way. Everything I believed is utter bullshit, and the revelation is unsettling. I can’t believe I’ve been letting that dick Gavin dictate my life all this time without even realizing it. I feel like such a fool.

I can’t bring myself to face everyone just yet. I pull myself up off the floor and take a good long look at myself in the mirror. I can see it in my eyes – what Simon saw; the brokenness, the sorrow. He is the only man that has ever seen it, the only man that evokes such strong emotion in me that I couldn’t keep up the façade. I want to give him a chance, I really do, but I don’t know if I can I get past the other night and the extent of his man whoring. I believed him when he said none of that would have happened if I hadn’t pushed him away and slept with Colin.

I take a few minutes to compose myself, fix my makeup, and come to the decision that Lily is right. I need to at least give whatever this is with Simon a chance, or Gavin wins…again. I don’t know if I can do this, but I’m going to try. I head back out to the party, thank Lily and tell her I love her, before sitting down and letting myself look straight into the eyes of the man that twists me inside out.

As soon as we lock eyes, our gaze is transfixed on each other. My small smile and acknowledgement of his presence gains me a massive shit-eating grin from his gorgeous face. From that moment on I am mesmerized by his every move. Even across the room I can feel the tension building between us, desire unfurling in my stomach.

The rest of the party is a blur, and all of a sudden I find myself saying goodbye to my family and Lily’s mom, before being swept away to Cube with Simon and the others. Brandon and Lily make their own way there, which gives me a little time to clear the air with Simon. He is a true gentleman about it. He doesn’t make me feel bad, and he doesn’t make me grovel for another chance. As soon as I open my mouth to speak, he reads the words in my eyes, swooping down to silence my lips with a kiss.

“We’ll take it slowly Tesoro. A fresh start…okay?” The tender smile he gives me before touching his lips to mine is my undoing. I don’t know how, but this man just
gets
me. He understands my reluctance and my willingness, and the war that they wage inside me. He takes me by the hand and leads me back into the club. The last time we were in one of his clubs together it didn’t go so well and he feels me stiffen beside him.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. This is going to be fine…
we
are going to be fine. I’m not going to tease you or rile you up, or leave with anyone but you. I will be in your bed, making you moan my name tonight, and any night after this that you want me.” Ok that made me a little weak at the knees and he didn’t even curse! What happened to him since I last saw him?

We have a fabulous night, and the electricity between us fuels our every move, our every breath, the anticipation of what’s to come clouding my every thought. I barely register anyone around me when Simon is in such close proximity. The chatting, drinking, and dancing, feels so easy and so…right, between us. I am beyond turned on by the time he takes me back to my apartment, leads me to my bedroom and proceeds to fuck me until I’m a limp heap of overused muscles on my bed, powerless to refuse his ministrations. Not that I would ever refuse them - the man is a sex god to rival all sex gods! I think I’m going to start calling him Himeros – seriously…that is how freaking amazing this man is at fucking me.

Simon stays the night, and I don’t try to kick him out. I actually kind of enjoy falling asleep in his arms; waking up and making breakfast for us and saying goodbye with a long, sweet, HOT kiss before agreeing to let him take me on our first official date on Sunday night. I’m sort of excited about it. I know we’ve slept together more than once already, but a date is different and a tiny swarm of fireflies start circling in the pit of my stomach in nervous anticipation.

I get to spend Saturday night with Lily before she sets off for London, which is awesome. We laugh, we eat, we drink and we pass out late after getting her packed for her trip. I spend Sunday afternoon getting showered and shaving all the necessary areas getting ready for my date.

There’s a buzz from the doorman at 7pm sharp and I am more than ready to venture out on my first date with Mr. Mantovani. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this excited to go anywhere with a man…and I don’t even know where we’re going.

SIMON

I’m taking a whole different approach with Jess tonight for our first official date. No wining and dining, no dressing to impress or dancing the night away. We’ve done the club thing enough already. She put her faith in me on Friday night and I want to build on that, start to get to know her properly. I know I sound like a dweeb, but fuck me; she just brings it out in me. That should probably set the alarm bells ringing and make me run a mile, but I fucking
want
to be around her…I admit it…I’m Simon Mantovani and I’m a pussy whipped loser for a girl I’ve slept with three times. I’m worse than Brandon!

When I arrive to pick up Jess, I decide it’s best if I just whisk her out of her apartment as quickly as possible because if I’m in an empty room with her for more than two minutes, I will have her naked and writhing beneath me, while I fuck her all goddamn night. I think she’s a bit surprised when I hustle her out the door. I decide not to tell her where we’re going…she’ll know soon enough and I hope she likes it. I didn’t bring my car tonight, so I just hail a cab to take us to our destination.

As soon as I give the address to the driver, a wide grin spreads across Jess’s face. She’s so damn cute right now. “Are you taking me bowling?”

“Hell YES I am! I thought it would be fun. I bet all the guys want to wine and dine you, and you’re obviously used to the finer things in life already, so I figured, why not do something fun? Plus I get to check out that fine ass of yours bending over all night. It’s a win/win situation really.” She throws her head back and lets out a genuine belly laugh, and a slight snort escapes her. It’s so fucking adorable.

“Did you just SNORT?” I can’t stifle my own laugh at this point.

“Yes…yes I did. So what? Don’t be a dick. A gentleman would never draw attention to such things.”

“Oh sweetheart, you and I both know that I am anything
but
a gentleman, especially when it comes to you.”

I scoop her off the seat next to me and cradle her in my lap before licking the seam of her plump red lips, eliciting a sexy little moan from her. She opens up, darting her tongue out to meet mine, and it’s like fireworks going off as they twist and tangle, stroke and explore. We move in perfect harmony, our mouths and tongues fucking each other, taking what we need; trying to quench the undeniable desire between us. I’m not going to be able to get out of this cab with the raging hard-on I have just from this one kiss.

She can feel the length of me growing beneath her sweet little ass, and she doesn’t shy away, instead she starts wriggling on my lap; driving me crazy and making me desperate to impale her on my cock, right here in this cab. The sly grin that she shoots me doesn’t mask the arousal I see in her eyes. She is just as turned on by me, and two can play at this game. I pull her harder against my lap as I start to grind my hips, forcing her to feel how hard I am, making sure she is positioned so I’m rubbing right over her most sensitive area; the hardness of my jeans adding to her pleasure. A tiny moan escapes her and I know we need to stop, or this evening is going to turn out
very
differently.

“Thank fuck we’re here.” The cab stops and I throw money at the driver before jumping out of the cab with Jess still in my arms.

“What the hell? That is not the reaction a girl wants when she’s grinding on your cock.” I throw my head back laughing at how damn funny she is.

“I’m TRYING to give you a proper date before I slide my cock inside you baby, but you’re making it difficult with your sexy ass and your smart mouth. If you touch my boner with any part of your body one more time, there won’t be a date. There
will
be, you and me, and your clothes on my bedroom floor.” I give her a swift kiss and set her down on her feet, taking her hand in mine and striding towards the bowling alley.

Jess finds it hilarious that I’ve arranged for new bowling shoes to be ready and waiting for us when we arrive. I know I said no flashy stuff, and I don’t consider this fancy or flashy – it’s just fucking hygienic. I plan on licking her from head to toe later and I don’t want her pretty little feet inside a used pair of bowling shoes. That is just fucking disgusting. She finds it hysterical and as per usual decides to make fun of me.

“Are you a clean freak germaphobe Simon? Bad boy player scared of wearing someone else’s shoes? Poor baby.” This girl really amuses herself; giggling away at her own jokes. She still gladly accepts the new shoes and heads towards our lane to get started. This is going to be fun.

The place is jumping, we have drinks on the way, and Jess is setting up our names on the scoreboard. I take a look up at the screen to find JESTER and PLAYER in big letters staring back at me with a sly grin.

“Nice Jester…nice. Let’s make this game a little more interesting shall we? How about...some truth or dare? If you get a strike you get to ask me anything you want, or I do a dare, and vice versa.” She likes this, I can see the mischief twinkling in her eyes.

“You’re on hot shot. And whoever gets the most strikes, gets to pick a dare for the other person, and you HAVE to do it.” Oh I’m going to enjoy this.

“You have yourself a deal.” I hold out my hand to shake on it, pulling her flush against my body as soon as our fingers touch. I run my free hand up her back and into her hair, pulling her head up to just the right angle for me to lick the crease of her lips. “Oh I am going to enjoy picking a dare for you. It will definitely involve you…naked…and my cock.” She licks her bottom lip before biting it, trying to stifle a moan.

“Let’s play.”

I break contact with her, and as much as it makes my balls ache, I enjoy the bereft look on her face as I saunter past to pick my ball – a big, blue, rock solid ball…apt for how I’m feeling right now! Thankfully, I get a strike on my first shot, so I don’t look like a dick.

“Truth or dare baby?” I say as I spin around to face her.

“Truth.” She looks a little nervous, so I decide to start her off with something simple.