His Ever After (Love Square) (5 page)

I can feel the sweat dripping off my forehead. My leg muscles are getting tired from both the alcohol and overexertion. I’m close to finishing, but I just can’t quite seem to get there. I close my eyes and shove my face in Brooke’s neck, trying to concentrate. She bites my shoulder as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy contracts around my dick, yet it still isn’t enough to send me over the edge.

Shit.
I’m about to go there… to the place that makes me a loathsome son of a bitch.

I continue to pump my hips and allow my brain to wander back to the first time I had sex with Sam in the Loews Madison Hotel. I remember how good she felt. How fucking tight and hot her pussy was. I remember the tiny little moans that came from her as my cock tunneled in and out of her. I remember the way her soft hands felt stroking my back and how her legs tightened around my waist when she came all over my cock.

And just like that, my balls tighten and my orgasm starts. I thrust once more before stilling myself and spilling into the condom. I feel like such a bastard for thinking of someone else in order to get off. What the fuck has my life come to?

I pull out of Brooke and roll off the bed before heading into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I walk back into the bedroom and pick my pants up off the floor. After redressing, I climb into bed and stare at the ceiling. Brooke settles her naked body against mine and strokes my chest. I lay there until she falls asleep, completely disgusted with myself and the man I’m becoming. Once I’m sure she’s definitely out, I gently roll her the other way and settle in for sleep.

Sleep that takes a long, long time to come.

***

The alarm clock beeping makes me groan. My eyes feel heavy, and my head is pounding. Guess I had too much to drink last night. I slowly roll over and slap my hand down on the clock, effectively silencing it. I turn my head to the left and see the bed is empty.

After taking a few moments to enjoy the fact that I’m alone, I head to the bathroom to shower for work. The water brings me to life and lessens the throbbing in my head. Once I’m clean shaven and dressed in my uniform, I head down the hall to the kitchen. Brooke is sitting at the table, dressed in navy blue slacks and a white, button down shirt. The paper is spread out in front of her, and a cup of coffee rests in her hands.

We both work at the same precinct. Brooke is a detective and I work street patrol. I was a homicide detective, but I asked to step down once things between Brooke and I started looking more serious. I didn’t want to be working alongside her and sleeping with her. Plus I wanted the challenge. I see more action out on patrol than I did as a detective.

“Morning,” I call out as I make my way to the coffee pot.

“Hey, baby. Hope you slept well last night. I know I sure did,” she says with a hint of lust in her voice. Her eyes rake over my body.

I stop myself from outwardly cringing as I pour my coffee and wish, for yet another time, that I didn’t let her convince me that she should move in before we were married. I miss my peaceful mornings, vacant of superficial conversations.

“What time does your shift end? I was thinking we could go out for dinner and a movie tonight,” she asks while looking over the local news.

“Sorry, Brooke, but I have to help Brad’s girlfriend move tonight, remember?”

“I can’t believe you are helping that skank,” she says as she pushes away from the table and heads my way. “I see the way she looks at you. She just wants a piece of you.”

And cue the jealous, possessive routine. I can’t even look at another woman without Brooke going off the deep end. This has been a source of strain in our relationship ever since the night that I try desperately not to think about.

“She does not want me. You’re seeing things that aren’t there.” I try to appease her, but I know how this will play out. I mentally brace myself for what’s to follow.

“She does so. It’s pathetic how much she throws herself at you… even when I’m right there! And you better not get any ideas either, Mister. Last time you thought with this head…” She grabs my dick through my pants and squeezes. “Instead of your big head, you cost me everything. Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to me. You owe me and the fact that you wore a condom last night is a total slap in the face.”

Yep. Just as I suspected, she threw Sam in my face. Like I don’t have enough guilt over that night as it is.

“Trust me. I’m well aware of what my actions caused. Can you please stop holding that against me every chance you get? I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take. This is no way for us to build a future together,” I say while removing her hand from my groin.

“I’m sorry. It just hurts so much thinking about that day. And the worst part was I was alone when it happened, Jacob.
All fucking alone!
” She screams in my face.

Now we’ve come full circle. This is how all our arguments go. I know what needs to be done to move this along, so I reach for her and pull her into my embrace. I might sound like an unfeeling bastard, but this is a repetitive thing. It isn’t like this scene happens once in a while. This happens at least once or twice a week. Yes,
a week.
I’m worn out from hearing her complaints. I’ve become desensitized to it all.

“I know. It’s okay. I won’t ever do that to you again. I’m so fucking sorry,” I whisper into her hair as she quietly cries on my chest. I really do feel horrible about what happened that night. I know it’s all my fault, but how many times can she throw it in my face? If we are going to be together, we need to find a way to move forward.

“I was going to head out to Emma’s tomorrow and spend the weekend with the girls. What do you say you come along and get away for a bit?” Changing the subject seems to be the best idea at the moment. I let go of Brooke and go back for my coffee. The caffeine has me practically sighing in relief.

Brooke harrumphs and crosses her arms. “You know I’m not comfortable going there. Your sister hates me!”

“She does not. She just doesn’t know you. Maybe if you took the time to really talk to her, you’d feel better about it.” This is yet another conversation we’ve had a time or two. There is absolutely no way I’ll stop seeing Emma or the girls just because Brooke wants me to. If she wants to be with me, she needs to make the effort. It’s not like I’m telling her to stay away from her family just because they hate my guts, and I’d rather claw my eyes out then spend time with them.

“Whatever. If you want to leave me for the weekend, fine! I just can’t promise I won’t lose it while you’re gone!” She threatens, and I feel my anger starting to rise. She can’t keep making these threats and expecting me to drop everything.

“Brooke. It’s just for the weekend. I’ll be back Sunday night. You’ll be fine without me. But if you change your mind and want to come, then the offer stands. I have to get going.” I grab my keys and gun belt from the table before walking over and kissing her cheek. “I’m taking my car so that I can help Brad tonight.”

“Fine. I’ll think about going this weekend. I’ll see you later,” she says before disappearing down the hall.

***

“Dude. Where the fuck have you been lately?” Brad asks as he slaps my back in greeting.

“Busy. Been taking some extra shifts,” I reply before slapping his as well.

“You saving money or something? Why the fuck would you want to work more? Our dart league could use you buddy!” Brad cracks the top on a can of beer before handing it to me.

“Nah. Not really saving more. Just trying to keep busy and stay the fuck out of my apartment.” I don’t need to tell him that working is the only thing I can do to stay busy without Brooke riding my ass. That’s just plain old embarrassing to admit to another man out loud.

“Shit. Things aren’t going good with Brooke?” He asks, understanding dawning on him.

“You have no idea.” I leave it at that, not wanting to share too many gruesome details. I know Brad will tell me to walk the fuck away from Brooke and not look back. Hell, I’d tell myself that too. But it’s my fault things are the way they are. It’s my fault she’s so emotionally unstable lately. I can’t just leave her and hope for the best.

“Well if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.” Brad grips my shoulder, offering me his support.

Brad’s girlfriend, Sophie, walks over and gives me a hug. I kiss her cheek and hug her back. This girl is so in love with my best friend, there is no way in hell what Brooke says is true. She’s never once said or done anything inappropriate towards me.

“Thanks for helping out today, Jake. We’re a little more than halfway done, so with your help we should be able to finish before dark,” Sophie says as she wraps her arms around Brad and smiles up at him.

Brad and Sophie are the perfect couple. They both look like they belong in Hollywood with their blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m not ashamed to admit my best friend is good looking. We’ve been each other’s wingman long enough to know you don’t score as much pussy as we have unless you’re good looking.

It physically hurts to see a couple this happy though. I’d give anything to be able to have that kind of relationship with someone. I thought I had that kind of connection once before, but then everything got so fucked up. Now I’m not completely convinced it’s in the cards for me.

I smile at Sophie and get to work, putting all that shit out of my head for another day.

We finish unloading all the boxes from the moving truck before eating pizza and drinking a few beers. It feels good to be back with my friends. No drama, no fights, no meltdowns. I can’t even remember the last time we all hung out, it’s been so long. I’ve missed the camaraderie I feel with these guys. It’s gone a long way to easing all the stress that’s weighing on me.

It’s close to ten when I make my way into our apartment. Just as the door is closing, Brooke’s friend Kara heads towards me. Her face blushes, and she looks down at the carpet.

“Hi, Jacob,” she says quietly before looking up and smiling at me.

Kara is a beautiful girl with her long, red hair and blue eyes. Her lips are full, and her smile is wide and inviting. She seems a little too shy whenever she’s around me, but otherwise, her personality is stellar. She’s one of those girls that you can tell is genuinely sweet. She is a counselor for at risk youths. How she and Brooke ended up such good friends, I’ll never understand. They are polar opposites, especially with Brooke’s more recent behavior. Kara is kind and patient. You can tell she has a lot of love to give, and she certainly knows how to brighten up a room.

I used to see more of her when Brooke and Kara lived together. Now she only comes over once in a while. Seeing Kara now makes me kind of miss having her around.

“Hey, Kara. You heading out?” I ask as I step out of her way.

“Yeah. Just brought some of Brooke’s things that she left behind. There is a still a couple of boxes left. She said you’d stop by and get them sometime,” she says sweetly, as she looks up at me.

“Sure. I’d be happy to. Drive careful,” I say before giving her a genuine smile, closing the door behind her and heading to the bedroom to wash away my day and hopefully fall asleep quickly.

***

“I need to be inside you, baby. I need to feel you wrapped around me. It’s been too damn long.” I reach down and unbutton my jeans. Sam’s small hands stop me from going any further. I look up at her as she stands in front of me. My heart is racing. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. Brooke is pregnant with my child, but I can’t say no to Sam. I love her.

I swallow hard and just about come in my pants when she unties the strings of her panties. I watch as they flutter to the ground. My eyes trail from the floor up her long, tan legs. She’s wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings and stilettos. Her bare pussy is at eye level with me. I’m in a trance staring at her, when Sam takes my hands and pulls me up from the couch.

She leans in and strokes me through my jeans. She smells so fucking good. My cock is straining against my zipper. It desperately needs to be buried in her.

“This right here is my reward, and tonight I’m going to taste how sweet victory is,” she whispers in my ear.

I have no idea what she means, her hand on my dick feels too damn good for me to try to decipher her words.

As we walk down the hall, I watch the delicate sway of her bare ass. I have the urge to sink my teeth into it. It’s by far my favorite body part of hers. When we reach the bedroom, she pushes me down on the mattress and quickly pulls my remaining clothes off me. I love it when she takes charge. Once I’m naked, she straddles my stomach and starts running her tongue along my chest, painting circles around my nipples and sucking them.

I grab her hips and dig my fingers in when she strokes my cock teasingly. I’m past the point of teasing, so I roll her under me, looking down at her as she rubs me just the way I like, doing a crazy little twist with her wrist that I love so fucking much. She grabs my hand and puts it between her legs. Taking the hint, I push my fingers through her slick folds and insert two into her pussy. Her muscles clamp down on my fingers, making my cock twitch in her hand. She moans as our mouths collide in a feverish kiss.

Just as I’m about to pull away from Sam’s hand and shove my cock so fucking deep inside her it will hit her throat, the light flips on. I blink and stare at a horrified Brooke as she screams like someone is trying to kill her. Before I can even move, she runs out of the room and down the hall, slamming the front door on her way out.

I quickly stand and pull my jeans on. This isn’t good at all. Brooke is going to lose it. She’s extremely fragile right now. She knows my history with Sam, and she feels threatened by it.

When she told me she was pregnant, I just about swallowed my tongue. There was a never a time when we didn’t use a condom, or so I thought. Apparently, when we had sex at the training session we attended, I was shit-faced drunk, and I didn’t use one. And that shit is all on me. There is never an excuse not to use protection, unless you’re taken care of in other ways or looking to get pregnant.