Enchanted and Desired (6 page)

Without a word, he nestles himself between my legs, his hard, thick erection teasing my slick entrance before he gently sinks deep inside me.

“Cazzo…Jess…sei così bella.”
[Fuck…Jess…you’re so beautiful.]
His words are a sweet caress, a seduction of my soul as he begins to move inside me, filling me, consuming me, owning me with every thrust.

All the twisted reminders of Gavin slowly drift away as Simon consumes me. I am stretched and filled to the hilt with the sheer size of him, my body opening to accommodate him more and more as he hammers into me, fierce, and at the same time, tender. This man instinctively knows how to work my body; every touch pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. All negative thoughts are a spec in the distance, my focus solely on the pleasure he brings, the storm coiling in my core, ready to burst free and overwhelm my senses.

“Look at me Jess. I want to watch you crash over the edge.” His words are almost my undoing. I lift my gaze, locking my eyes with his; the passion I see in their depths scaring me, and calling to me at the same time.

He starts to rock his hips as he picks up the pace, the base of his thick shaft teasing my clit on every downward stroke. Three delicious, hard, thrusts later and the dam holding my body together is obliterated into a million pieces, my orgasm ripping through me, causing me to convulse beneath him, sending him spiraling into his own intense release.

“Fuck….holy fucking shit Jess. LOOK AT ME.”

A fresh wave of ecstasy rips through my body as I feel his orgasm pulse down the length of his throbbing erection before he bites down on my shoulder to stifle the guttural roar that is fighting to escape his chest. The sharp pain of his teeth connecting with my flesh only enhances my pleasure, forcing me to bite down on my lip, in hopes that we don’t wake Lily and Brandon with the torrent of moans and screams that are fighting to break free.

The swell of emotion I feel as we lie sated and breathless causes a pain in my chest. Why did I break my one time only rule for this man? I want to ask him to leave, I don’t like having men in my bed overnight, and this particular man is a danger to me; to the safeguards I’ve built; but as I look at his face, perfection personified; masculine and content, his eyes closed, his jet black lashes kissing his cheeks - I know I want him here. I need him here….just for tonight…only for tonight…never again.

SIMON

I’m a little confused when I open my eyes. I am
not
looking at my bedroom walls. I’m in Jess’s bed with no sign of her beside me. I don’t even remember falling asleep last night. I thought she would be skittish about me staying over, but I was just so fucking content that I couldn’t move. I don’t know what the hell this girl is doing to me.

Usually I would have taken her at least three times – on her back, from behind, in her shower; but she fucking killed me with the intensity of her release. The way her body was trembling beneath me, clenching around me, tearing my orgasm from me before I was ready. This girl is seriously denting my confidence in the endurance stakes.

I don’t want to sound like a bastard, but I don’t usually give a fuck what is going on with the girl I’m sleeping with. I keep it to one night stands and casual arrangements, it’s just easier when I am so busy running the clubs. Jess is a different story. The look on her face last night, the hurt in her eyes, and the plea in her voice as she begged me not to touch her ass, completely fucking floored me. She obviously has issues with it, beyond it just being something she doesn’t like. All I wanted to do in that moment, looking into those sweet, broken blue eyes was scoop her up and hold her in my arms. I knew it would have killed her to have my sympathy, so I did what she needed – I made her forget, and fuck, she made me forget all my rules about getting too attached to a fling. Twice I’ve slept with her, and twice she has stripped away all the bullshit and wrung the most intense and honest orgasms of my life from me.

My golden rule has always been not to get involved with broken chicks; I don’t want to take them home, even for one night. Not because I’m a dick, but because I know what it feels like to love a broken woman with your entire being, and it hurts like a motherfucker. I’m not talking about a lover…I’m talking about Sofia, my little sister.

Sofia is my only sibling, and I would do anything for her, she is the only woman in my life that really matters (other than my mom). She is such an inspiration to me, and I am in awe of how fucking strong she is; but I’ve seen her broken, with the same look in her eyes that I saw in Jess last night, and it ripped my heart out damaging it beyond repair.

When I was 14, Sofia would have been 10. We were the best of friends and each other’s nemesis rolled into one. God I hated her at times, but I would do absolutely fucking anything for her. My dad is a pretty big deal in Manhattan, owning a massive law firm with Brandon’s dad. They are the major players, but they employ some of their college buddies, and we grew up around these guys, calling them ‘uncle’ and expecting to see them at all of the family BBQs and parties.

Jon was my idol. I thought he was the coolest guy I had ever met, way cooler than my dad. He would always side with me if I was trying to get my dad to agree to something, and he always brought presents, and at that age, superficial affection is easily bought.

The summer I turned 14 my parents threw me a big party at our house and all the usual suspects were in attendance. The party was in full swing and I was having a great time with my friends when my mom called me into the house and asked if I’d seen Sofia. I figured she was probably off in a mood because I was getting all the attention. Mom told me to go find her and bring her back to the party.

I looked in all the places I thought she would hide, but I couldn’t find her and it was starting to piss me off. It was my birthday party and I was wasting time looking for her. As I walked into my bedroom, I heard the smallest sob escape from my closet. I will never forget that sound as long as I live. My heart was hammering in my chest as I opened the door, sensing that there was something seriously wrong.

Sofia was curled into a ball in the corner, wrapped in my favorite Nicks sweater, sobbing her little heart out. I dropped to my knees and pulled her onto my lap. She was shaking so violently that I was struggling to keep a hold of her. I don’t know how long we sat there. I just held her and stroked her hair to calm her down until she had no more tears left to shed. I couldn’t let her see the tears streaming down my face as I watched her break down in front of me.

When I managed to compose myself enough to speak, I asked the question that I didn’t want the answer to… “What’s wrong Sof? What’s happened?”

If felt like an eternity before I heard the smallest, most vulnerable little voice speak the words that would incite an all-consuming rage inside me.

“Jon…he hurt me…he told me not to tell anyone.” I held her tighter, afraid of what she was about to say.

“You can tell me Sof, it’s okay…you can tell me anything.” She started crying again, the hurt on her face tearing a hole in my chest.

“I can’t Simon.”

“You need to. What…what did he do Sof?”

“He…touched me, made me…do things, and then…” Her sobs were excruciating to hear. “He…he made me cuddle with him. Special cuddles for mommies and daddies. He told me not to tell. He said he would be angry with me if I did.”

Even the memory of those words coming from the lips of my sweet innocent sister, make me feel physically sick to this day.

I wanted to murder him. I wanted to rip him limb from limb, but I was 14 and my sister needed me to be strong for her.

I tried to get her to come out of the closet so I could take her to our parents, but she was too scared that she would see him. She didn’t want me to leave her, but I had to go and get my mom and dad. When I finally convinced her it would be okay, I hid her under a pile of clothes, and locked the door to the closet behind me as I walked out of my room. In that moment I was no longer a boy; my carefree childhood was a thing of the past.

Every instinct in me kicked in as I picked up my pace, bounding down the staircase and out into the garden to find my parents. Before I could reach my dad, I saw Jon standing swigging a beer without a care in the world, laughing and joking with his friends - fucking laughing. The rage I felt in that moment was unlike anything I had ever felt, or have ever felt since.

I completely lost control, running at him and attacking him like a rabid dog. I remember my dad trying to pry me off, shouting at me; my mom screaming in the background. I was kicking and screaming as he yanked me off of Jon. And then I said it…screamed it actually, for all to hear.

“You fucking bastard. I will fucking kill you. You raped my sister you worthless piece of shit. How could you do that to her?” I was sobbing as I fell in a heap on the ground.

Everything after that was like watching a movie in slow motion. I had never seen my dad get angry before, and this wasn’t anger either; this was an all-consuming, seething hatred and rage; thousands of years of genetics kicking in to protect his daughter. That day, my father beat one of his closest friends to within an inch of his life before making sure he went to prison for a very long time. It turned out that Sofia wasn’t the first girl he had done this to. He won’t see the light of day outside of a prison yard ever again.

My mom was amazing, she went straight to Sofia and nurtured her, cared for her, and helped to slowly piece her back together. It took a long time, years, but eventually some of the sister I knew before that day came back to me. She is the strongest most amazing woman, and I love her to death.

I have never gotten over the fact that I couldn’t protect Sofia from Jon. It has stayed with me all these years, and it always will. I guess that’s why I keep women at arm’s length. A woman deserves a guy that can protect her from all the bad things in life, and I can’t do that.

Up until this point I have never met a woman that awakened that desire to protect in me, and that’s why last night fucking terrified me. Something in her eyes called out to me, and I wanted to answer it so badly, so fiercely, that I couldn’t have walked away even if she’d asked me to. Where the fuck do I go from here?

I can hear pans being smashed in the kitchen and the girls talking in low whispers. I need to have a serious fucking conversation with Jess about what happened last night. I don’t know if I can handle this…whatever
this
is; but I know I can’t just walk away today and never give her another thought.