Love Conquers All (14 page)

“Have fun on your date.” She shut the door before I could say anything. But I guess that was best so she couldn’t see the pain on my face.

I sat at the table in the restaurant waiting for my date to arrive. I had no idea what she looked like but I didn’t care. There was only one person on my mind. I looked at the screen of my phone, seeing the picture she and I took with Bill Gates.

Why couldn’t I just get over her? Why couldn’t I just move on? I was so frustrated. I just wanted to be with Monnique again. Why did she have to hurt me? We were so damn perfect together. I didn’t want to get to know someone new. I didn’t want to date. I just wanted to sit with her on the couch and watch TV, saying nothing at all.

The chair across from me was pulled out, and the sound caught my attention. Not wanting to be rude, I put my phone away and looked up.

She was not what I was expecting.

She had brown hair that was curled at the ends. It reached her shoulders. Her eyes were a stunning blue, bright like the ocean in Mexico. She had a nose piercing that contained a blue gem that matched the color of her eyes. Her short sleeve blouse showed the tattoos on her arm. It was a full sleeve. Bright colors combined together, making a complete piece of artwork.

I was never into tattoos or girls who had tattoos, but this woman was really hot.

“I’m Jess.” She extended her hand and shook mine.

Stunned, I grabbed her hand and shook it. “Cortland.”

She dropped her hand
and smiled. “I have a few more tattoos in places you can’t see them.”

“It’s nice…” I kept staring at her arm.

“You have virgin skin?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. “But that’s pretty obvious, huh?”

“Don’t get one. You’ll become addicted. It’s a sickness, really.”

“Did Ryan do that?”

“Yep.” She extended her arm so everything was revealed. “He’s the best at what he does. I didn’t trust anyone else.”

I was surprised how good it looked. “Yeah. He’s been doing it for a long time.”

She took her arm back. “Some guys are turned off by it, but most find it attractive.” She kept staring at me like she asked me a question.

“I think it’s sexy…”

She smiled. “Then we should get along just fine.” She picked up her menu and browsed through the selections. “I think I’m ordering the mushroom sandwich.”

“Are you a vegetarian?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’ve been one since I was a little girl.”

“That’s a young age to make such a big decision.”

She shrugged. “I’ve never cared for meat. It has nothing to do with animal rights or health.”

“Well, you’re just lucky, then.” I looked at the menu and decided to get the steak.

“So, you’re a computer geek?” She was very blunt with her words.

I smirked. I could tell she got those words from Ryan. “Yes. I’m glad he described me in such a flattering way.”

“He said a lot of good things about you, actually.” She stared at me for a moment. “Ryan is very honest and will tell someone off if they deserve it. But he had nothing but good things to say about you.”

“Well, we’ve been friends for a long time.”

“But he also said you’re recovering from a break up.”

I wasn’t going to lie about that. “Yeah. That’s true.”

“Are you still in love with her?” she asked bluntly. “Because I don’t like to waste my time.”

She was like a girl version of Ryan. I was glad he found Janice because these two would have been too similar to work. They’d rip each other’s throats out, and
not in a good way like Ryan and Janice did. “Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie. That wasn’t fair to her.

She nodded. “I like guys who are honest.”

“Then you’ll like me—for the most part.”

“So, you’re trying to get over her?”

“Something like that.”

“I went through something similar with my ex,” she said. “He left me and I was depressed for a long time. You know what worked with me?”

“I’m all ears.”

“I slept with someone and it really helped.” She gave me a firm look. “I’m assuming you haven’t?”

“No…”

“That’s my best advice.”
She gave me a playful look. “And if this night goes well, I’d be willing to help you.”

Why were all these gorgeous women throwing themselves at me? Is this what it’s like to be Ryan? I didn’t have a response so I said nothing.

We ordered and made conversation about random things. We had similar tastes in music and television. She was easy going and funny. But she was also serious and sexy at the same time. Now both of the women I’d gone out with were perfect tens. What are the odds of that?

And I didn’t want either one of them…

When the bill came, I put the cash inside and handed it back to the waiter so she couldn’t do the check dance. I hated it when girls did that. But she didn’t make a move. She didn’t even offer to get the tip. And I liked her more because of it.

We left the restaurant and stood on the sidewalk.

“Can I walk you home?” I asked.

“That’s very sweet but I can make it on my own.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Unless you wanted to fool around a little.” She said it in a serious way.

I’ve never met women so forward before. But it was kind of a turn off. I liked women that were more conservative. Monnique never made any offers when we were dating. She and I took it slow for a month before I even kissed her, even though I wanted to kiss her the moment I saw her. If she threw herself at me, I probably wouldn’t have said no.

She kept staring at me and I realized I needed to respond. “You’re a very beautiful woman, but I’m just not looking for that right now.”

She nodded. “Well, call me if you want to go out again.”

I didn’t like to lead women on. “I’m not going to call.”

“Thank you for your honesty.” She gave me a hug. “I hope everything works out for you.” She walked away and headed up the street.

I stayed rooted to the spot. I knew I should head home but I didn’t want to. There was one place I wanted to be. I hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. Even though I didn’t want to have sex with Kacey or Jess, I was horny as hell. I could just rub one
out, but I didn’t like to masturbate or watch porn like most guys. I’ve always preferred the real thing. My orgasms were much stronger.

I shook my head because my thoughts were headed in the wrong direction. I took a few steps back to my apartment before I stopped in my tracks. I really wanted to have sex with Monnique. I thought about her all day and all night. I fantasized about her, picturing her naked body. I was immediately hard. Why couldn’t I get that way with anyone else?

I took a few steps in the opposite direction but then I stopped again.

But I couldn’t do that. We both loved each other and it would just make it that much harder.

I headed to my apartment but I stopped again. God, I really wanted to be with her. My dick was about to explode. I kept switching back and forth for the next fifteen minutes, unsure what to do.

I finally made my decision and headed to her apartment, my cock pressing against my jeans in a painful way.

I knocked on the door and waited for her to open. I sincerely hoped she didn’t have company.

“Cortland?” she asked when I opened the door. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

She waited for me to explain my presence. “I thought you had a date tonight.”

“I did.”

She stared at me. “Okay…”

Now I felt like an asshole. “I can’t do anything with these women. All I think about is you.”

Monnique tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know what I’m about to say makes me a jerk. And if you hate me because of it, I completely understand. But I really want to…hook up. I can’t get you out of my mind and I just…want to be with you. But, this doesn’t mean anything. We aren’t getting back together. I just want to get laid—by you.” I couldn’t believe I just said that. I never pulled this with anyone before. I wasn’t a one-night stand type of person. I’d never been. But…I was weak and wanted to be with her, to feel her in a way where I wouldn’t get hurt. I was in control so she couldn’t cause me pain.

“Okay.”

She said yes? “Are you sure?”

“I’m horny too.” She had a slight smile on her face.

“Even if this doesn’t mean anything, you’re fine with it?”

“Of course it means something, Cortland. It always will.” She pulled me into the apartment then kissed me.

As soon as our lips touched, I was on fire. Her lips felt right against mine. I breathed heavily as soon as we touched, feeling shocked by the familiar touch. She rocked my world with just her lips. I indulged in my fantasies and touched her body, feeling her curves. I was so hungry for her that I ripped her shirt off with the speed of lightning.

She was just as anxious to be with me. Her hands removed my clothes, yanking and pulling until everything was loose.

My cock was harder than it had ever been. I wanted to be inside her so much, to have an orgasm that I hadn’t felt in weeks. I wanted her legs to wrap around my waist. Her imaginary moans set me on fire. I was shaking because I needed her so much. We always had a strong physical relationship, but it was never like this. We were so hot for each other I thought we might burn into flame.

I guided her to the bedroom while our mouth
s devoured each other. When she was naked, I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, missing them. They were so full of sexy. I was glad she gained her weight back. I liked the endless curves and valleys. And her ass…fuck.

We reached the bed then wrapped around each other. My cock found her entrance like a magnet. I didn’t bother putting on a condom because
neither one of us had been with anyone else, and frankly, if she had, I wouldn’t care. Nothing could stop me. If a meteor were about to strike the earth, it wouldn’t slow me down.

As soon our bodies combined, we both stilled and gasped.

“Fuck, you feel good.” She was wet and tight. I missed feeling this, feeling her. I wanted to come right then and there.

She and I were barbaric. Her legs widened and she gripped my shoulders, thrusting into me from below.

I moved into her hard and fast, moaning and gasping while I fucked her hard into the mattress. I didn’t realize how much pent up sexual energy I had until I was inside her. I couldn’t do this with anyone else but her. Only her.

Monnique’s face flushed as she dug her nails into m
y skin. Moans and cries came from her mouth. “Fuck me, Cortland.”

That made my spine shiver. I was already fucking her as hard as I could. Her pussy felt so good. I could do this all day. I stared at her breasts, watching them shake, while I thrust my cock in and out.

Her hand gripped my ass and pulled me further into her. “God, yes…” Her head rolled back. “Yes…yes.”

I knew she hadn’t had an orgasm in a while. I wanted to explode but I held on as long as I could so she could finish.

When she panted after her explosion, I knew she was done. I gripped her thigh and pinned them back while I performed my finale. My hips burned as I fucked her hard and fast like an animal. The burn started, slow and steady, and then it exploded in a crescendo. “Fuck yeah.” I came inside her, rocking into her slowly. “Shit, that felt good.”

I stayed on top of her while we both panted
. Sweat was on her breasts so I licked it away.

She cupped my face and gave me a final kiss. “You’re so good at that.”

“You make me good.”

When I looked at her, I felt all the love I had for her bubble to the surface. I wanted to stay here and spend the night. I wanted to cuddle with her. But I knew I couldn’t. I shouldn’t
have even come over here. But I was so desperate and needy, and I gave into my weakness.

She moved out from under me then pulled on a silk robe. She left the bedroom and returned to the living room. When she was gone, I pulled my clothes
back on and followed her. She was pouring herself a glass of water. “Thirsty?” she asked.

“I’m okay.”

If she was upset or hurt, she hid it well. “Well, good night.” She opened the door, pretty much kicking me out of the apartment. She wasn’t emotional about it.

I came to her. “I’m sorry I…used you.”

“Used me?” She smiled at me. “Believe me, it was the other way around.”

Why was she making this so easy on me? I was dating other women and I came here just for a quickie. I didn’t promise a relationship or even another chance. But she was okay with that.

“Well, I have to get up early tomorrow…”

Wow, she was actually trying to get rid of me.
I guess I expected her to ask me to stay with her. And honestly, I wanted her to. But she wasn’t pulling me to her. She was letting me go, giving me no pressure. “Me too.”

“Good night, Cortland.”