Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) (12 page)

     Amanda was hot–with her long legs, long brown hair, and pretty green eyes–and she knew it too. Tonight she was wearing a short tight red dress that showed off her body and left little to the imagination.

     With her sultry eyes and the way she was seductively biting her bottom lip, I should be hard by now or even a half-mast—but I was neither.

     Amanda sat across from me and instantly spread her legs wide-open. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. As I stared at her pussy, I kept asking myself, do I want to hit that?

     “Do you want a taste baby?” she murmured.

     I just
might
if you could get me hard. But once I do, Emma would find out. Do I even care if she did?

     Was Emma enjoying herself tonight, underneath
that
man? I groaned, fuck she’s killing me. I rubbed my chest to somewhat ease the ache I was feeling, but it wouldn’t go away.

     Amanda pouted when I didn’t respond to her. “Still hung up on Emma? She doesn’t deserve you, Carter.” She moved away from her seat and sat next to me. Leaning over with exaggeration she gave me a good vantage point of her creamy breasts.

     It was actually the other way around. I didn’t deserve Emma. She’s sweet and understanding, strong willed, and beautiful. She was a lot of things and Emma didn’t seem to realize that which made her even more appealing.

     Amanda, still not wavering from her lackluster seduction, decided to take off the top part of her dress, exposing her large boobs in my face.

     How far would this horny bitch go? I thought with amusement.

     Adamant, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her right breast. “You want me to feel your breast, Amanda?” I asked with boredom.

     “Fuck, Carter! I didn’t expect you to be so fucking boring! Are you fucking in love with Emma?” She screeched as she grabbed my cock from my jeans and started to rub it.

     Fuck! Love? Me? Emma?

     Was
this
love, this constant—the never ending thought of her—all day long? You’d think at night I would get a damn break from thinking about her, but the nights were more torturous because sleep would evade me, leaving me with my fucking memories of her.

     FUCK! This is not good.

     I swore I would never love. I would never be like my father. NEVER!

     I made an agonizing groan as the realization hit me. I’m in love with Emma. All this time, I loved her and I was fucking in denial—and now she’s off with another man.

     Amanda took my groaning as a good sign and slipped her hand inside my jeans. When her hand stroked my dick, I started to get aroused. Shit!

     “There it is! I’ve woken the sleeping giant!” she declared giddily. “Baby, you’re cock is going to feel so good inside me,” her other hand instantly sought out my jean button and zipper. With a quick push of my boxers down, my dick sprung free.

     “Amanda, no…” my weak plea faltered as her mouth sucked me, hard.

     Damn, she’s fucking good too.

     Let her suck you some more and that would be it. Do you want a quick nut or do you want Emma?

    
Emma…

     I want her so much, it hurts.

     Then what the fuck are you waiting for, you fool?

     As much as I love getting my dick sucked from a talented sucker and tongue-twister, I loved Emma more. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to get Amanda off my goods and left the room without a backward glance.

     No more of this shit.

     I wanted my girl back.

“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.” 

-
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

     “Here we are”

     ‘
Here’
was a palatial home in Holmby Hills. Bass stopped the engine, got out of the car as the attendant opened the door for me. I graciously thanked him.

     “Good evening Mr. Cole. I’m Steven, the attendant for tonight,” a uniformed man introduced himself. Bass greeted him and handed his keys to Steven.

     My eyes scanned about and found that there were five uniformed men, I supposed they were for valet parking and another few who were dressed in dark clothing,
who
I’m assuming, were there for security because they looked way too serious.

     The Italian-renaissance-esque garden had parterres that were created in artistically perfect geometric shapes. They were laid out in order—symmetrical patterns—adorned with fountains and other exotic plant bushes. There was even a labyrinth along with Romanesque statues—angels, naked women and naked men.  The outdoor pathway that led to the main door was lined with plum crystal vases on both sides with rose scented candles in them—a foot apart.

     I swallowed. If I thought I was nervous before, I was a double wreck now. Martin Lombardo was an icon. A legend. What the hell was I doing here amongst these people?

     “Don’t be nervous, my godfather will love you.” Bass’s right hand nestled on the base of my spine as he ushered me towards the daunting palatial home.

     “
Your godfather?
I thought we were going to Martin Lombardo’s house?”

     “The one and very same,” He chuckled and as he guided me towards the massive home.

     “You’re
godfathe
r is
The
Martin Lombardo?” DUH, Emma! One plus one equals two, right?

     He stopped us and turned to me. “Listen—there’s nothing to be anxious about. I’m with you, I will make sure you are going to be fine, okay?” He gently reassured me as he softly gave my cheek a peck. Bass stilled as he inhaled my scent, breathing me in.

     My world stopped spinning.

     He moved closer, he held my hips and enveloped me into his large muscular body. My body shook against his.

     The sexual charge was loaded with alacrity.

     His lips brushed against my ear as he held my palm against his heart. It was beating frantically, wildly thumping in his chest. “Do you feel what you do to me? Being
this
close to you affects me this much. There is no greater explanation but show you how electrifying you make me feel.” 

     “But we only met Saturday…” I was simply dumb-founded.

     “Precisely” 

     Precisely what, exactly?

     That
this
was madness?

     That it doesn’t make sense at all?

     Whatever this was with Bass…it was definitely moving way too fast for me. I know I am not ready. I couldn't be with Bass knowing that Carter held my heart. I would be betraying myself, but most of all, it would be selfish of me to carry on that kind of baggage with Bass. He’s a great guy and he deserved a woman who could give him her all.

     That woman wasn’t me, but at the same time a small teeny part of me wished I was.

     “Let’s get you inside and enjoy the rest of the evening–hopefully with you in my arms. So, how about it Emma?” Bass winked at me, giving me his to-die-for smile.

     I blushed at his innuendo. “Well, if you put it like that. Why waste time?” I quipped back at his wicked, grinning face.

     He was way too gorgeous for his own good.

     What man this good looking would want something from me?

     As it turned out, my anxiety was seriously for no apparent reason. Martin was a charming man and his wife, Miranda, was a lovely, stunning woman. I was scared to touch anything because from what I could see—everything looked expensive or looked like a priceless artifacts. So, I didn’t touch a thing.

     There were ten of us tonight, including Martin and his wife.

     Some of the actors couldn’t make it because they were out on location, filming somewhere. The main cast was here except for the elusive Samantha Knowles, the lead actress.

      I learned during the five course dinner that the movie was going to be filmed on some privately owned island in Greece, as Bass mentioned before. It was a story of a family who lost their father from 9/11 Attacks. The mother and son leave the big city and move to Greece to start a new beginning. The son (Bass), still recovering from the loss of his father, turns to alcohol and drugs to cope with the pain and loss. The son meets a woman who would turn his world upside down. He fell in love but in the end realizes that she was married to another man.

     It was actually an interesting plot but I didn’t get to hear the rest of the story told by Ross Maitland (the mother in the movie) because Martin and his wife moved us to the game room.    

     Before we entered the red and black themed room, Bass pulled me swiftly aside and pushed me somewhere that was dark and cozy. It was obvious how familiar he was of his godfather’s house.

     I was a little thrilled that he wanted some alone time. All night, I felt his gaze on me. Randomly, he would find a way to touch me–a brush of my hair, a squeeze of my hand, a massage on the back of my neck or one of his cute, toe-curling whispers. He managed to make me feel connected to him.

     “Having fun
my
darling?”  I’m his darling now?

     “Yes, I’m actually having fun. Thank you for inviting me,” I bit my lip as his closeness made my breathing much more pronounced.

     What a conundrum this was concerning Bass—a lovely one, but frustrating all the same. 

     “Did you know that you have this glow about you when you drink? Your cheeks get all flushed and your eyes luminously sparkle. It’s very enchanting…” His voice trailed off as his nose found my neck, breathing me in like I had the most beautiful scent.

     Dear God, this was intoxicatingly…beautifully…excruciatingly…My thoughts were wiped from my mind when I felt his hot kiss sear my skin—soft, gentle and burning.

    His hot breath, his panting made me shiver with anticipation.

    How does he taste? I want to feel his kiss…

    I gripped his shoulder as he pushed me against the wall. His arousal was hard against my hips. ”Emma…Emma…Emma…,” he whispered against my heated, aroused skin, “What are you doing to me?”

     Good question because I had no fucking clue.

     “Bass—Emma? Are you two lovers ready to join us?” Martin’s voice called out.

     “Get your nosy self back inside Martin!” Bass’s playful tone made me laugh.

     “He better not think we’re doing something bad here.” I chided, it was the last thing I needed tonight.

     “The things I want to do to you are way past that.
Bad
is putting it mildly. I want to take you up against this wall, come inside you and walk back to the rest of the party marked by me. I want to smile at you from across the room while I talk to someone knowing full well that I unloaded my seed inside you. I want you to feel it drip from your mound all through the night, reminding you that you were marked by me and
only me
.”  

     HOLY.

     MOTHER.

     He is one graphic man.

     He slightly pulled against me as he studied my expression. “You like me. You’re even attracted to me,” he his finger pointed at my heart, “but this is taken. As much as I want to take you and your exquisite body, I don’t think I could bear it if you were imagining another man buried inside you. Making you sing praises and making your body hum to be only thinking of him taking your body into exultation. I am enough man to know that I cannot withstand that. Even if the only thing I can think of lately is…
you
. There is no other woman in my mind, no one else but you, Emma.”