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Chapter6 (v.1) - Jealousy

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Submitted: April 20, 2016

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Chapter 6: Jealousy

The night air is crisp and causes my flesh to pebble as we make our way onto the cobblestone veranda. I pull away from Brent’s sure grasp and stalk toward the raised tulip bed that is shrouded in shadows, affording my wounded pride some desperately needed privacy. I just donated five-thousand dollars, that I can’t afford, for a date with the man I have been pining over since I was four years old. And now he’s pissed.

“I asked you a question,” Brent demands. Standing behind me, I don’t need to see him to know that he is seething over my reckless actions.

I exhale a shaky breath, prepared to defend my behavior. The Cops for Kids Campaign is important and I wanted to do my part; I was trying to drive up the bidding and overshot; I thought Brent was worth more than the bidding he was fetching. All of it, just a bunch of excuses. And none of them believable at that.

I step further into the solace of the shadows and turn to look Brent in the eyes. Just as I had suspected, blue orbs with the intensity of the hottest flames, bare down on me. The tic in his jaw shows his barely controlled restraint as he stares me down. “Answer me, dammit!” he whispers harshly, as he steps closer.

Another step backward and my back is against the wall. Literally and figuratively. The cool bricks of the old building abrade my exposed backside, causing me to second guess my choice in wardrobe. “I’m sorry,” I whisper so softly, I can barely hear my own words.

“Why? Why did you do it,” he asks and the fire in his eyes dull to a soft blue hue as he registers my regret.

“Because. . .” My heart begins to pound against my chest as the fear of my imminent confession draws near.

“Because, why?”

The words are stuck in my mind and scared to escape my heart. “Because. . .”

His jaw hardens and he presses against me, preventing me from escaping. Even through the thick material of his tuxedo, I can feel the strained muscles beneath. “Because, why?” he says with a raised voice, his patience for me wearing thin.

“Because, I was jealous,” I shout. As the words tumble from my crimson painted lips, his mouth crashes down on mine, as if he’s trying to capture the utterance of my confession. His tongue strokes and lashes into my mouth, taking all I have to give. My jealousy, anger, stubbornness and pride. It’s all his for the taking.

I return his kiss with fervency of my own, licking into his mouth, absorbing his taste and the taste we create together. His strong arms wrap around my waist as I pull him into me by the nape of his neck, needing him closer.

Moans escape my mouth as he assaults my senses and his hands make their way down, cupping my ass. Then one hand moves to the front and slips into the opening of the thigh-high slit. Brent’s cool fingers slide between my legs and rub against the thin, damp fabric of my string thong. With a snap, my panties tear and his touch on my swollen clit is like a salve to my bruised ego. Two large fingers push inside of me while his thumb rubs circles on my bundle of sensitive nerves, ratcheting up my pleasure.

Hidden by the darkness, I’m barely aware of the party taking place only thirty feet away from where we stand. The roar of the crowd heightens as the French doors open and several people walk out for the fresh, evening spring air. Despite the people milling around only feet away from us, we are completely hidden in the darkness, out of sight to any would-be on-lookers. Aware of our new found company, Brent tears his mouth away from mine and whispers, “Shh.” The slight clink of metal catches my attention, followed by the zrrpp of a zipper. Brent’s calloused hand lifts my leg, spreading me wide, yet covered by the dress. With a slight push of his hips, his cock rubs against my slick slit, spreading my lips. The bulbous head brushes against my clit and a small groan escapes Brent’s sexy, hard-lined lips.

His groan elicits my own, and he covers my mouth as he pushes his cock into my aching center, filling me. The smooth texture of his cock, glides effortlessly in and out of me, slickened by my own arousal. To my left, I hear my brother, Tommy, and a familiar nasally voice.  “I can’t find him anywhere,” Cassie whines. “He walked out here with that slutty girl who outbid me.”

“Watch your mouth,” Tommy grates, “that’s my sister. And she’s anything but a slut. Don’t blame her if Brent lost interest. If you ask me, he would do well to stay far away from a trollop like you.”

I don’t know if Brent can even hear the conversation between my brother and his date over our ragged breathing. Maybe he doesn’t care? His head dips to my neck as he possessively licks and bites at my thrumming pulse. A slight twinge pulls at my heart, knowing that his date is looking for him and he is outside, balls deep inside of me.  A stronger woman would push him away and stand her moral ground, unwilling to be the other woman.  But I am not that strong. Not in this moment, when I can feel every groove and plane of beautiful penis mark me from the inside.

His thrusts increase in speed and intensity, rubbing the spot that aches for him most. My hands crawl under his jacket, and I grab at the soft linen of his dress shirt, on the verge of climax.  Able to sense that I am near, he covers my mouth with his hand as he jabs deeper.

Cassie and Tommy’s voices have disappeared, and I can only hope that they have gone back inside while Brent punishes me in the most delicious way. I begin to spasm around his steel rod, milking him. I can feel his cock lengthen and engorge, further spurring my orgasm. Hot spurts of semen lash deep inside of me with his release.

He pulls his hand away from my mouth and stares deeply into my eyes. A brisk sigh of breath escapes him, closing his eyes, he drops his forehead to mine. Vibes of regret emanate from the hardened, handsome man, as he pulls me by the waist, embracing me. Still inside of me, he thrusts his hips a few more times and then pulls out and steps back slightly.

Tucking himself back in, he zips his pants and buckles his belt. In a vain attempt not to seem effected by his sudden withdrawal, I smooth out my dress and try to finger-comb loose strands of my golden hair, back into submission. He may only be a half foot from me, but he feels to be worlds away. No longer bothering to look at me, he stares at the ground in deep thought, running his fingers through his dark blonde hair.

A trail of warm liquid runs down my leg and I glance down, noting his stare on my ankle.  He came inside of me. No protection. The moment had been filled with fury, longing and passion; no time to think rationally. Now, his cum is dripping down my leg.

“Shit,” Brent mutters as he deftly pulls out a handkerchief from his breast pocket. In a display of tenderness, he gently wipes away the evidence of our passion from my ankle to between my thighs, then tucks the soft cloth back into his pocket.

Emotionally exposed, I step to the side, needing to get away from the confusing man standing in front of me. “You should get back to your date,” I tell him as I look toward the double doors. What we did was wrong. He was on a date with another woman, and while she was searching for him, he was outside, fucking me.

His strong hand runs along my bare back. “You can’t go inside like this,” he tells me. “Your back is all scratched up.” He pulls off his jacket and lays it over my shoulders, then rubs his hands up and down my now covered arms. On the fence with my emotions, I refuse to turn around and look at him. “I didn’t use any protection, Chelsea. I’m sorry,” he confesses.

“I’m on birth control. You don’t have to worry about an unplanned pregnancy. I just hope, for my sake, that you’re clean.” It’s a lie. I’m not a birth control. The accident I had a year ago caused enough internal damage that I will never be able to bare children. Brent, nor my family, know of the accident that changed the course of my future, just that I decided I didn’t want to dance anymore and came back to Indiana. Feeling jaded by what just happened, I don’t see any need to give him that information, just the reassurance that he won’t become a father. He exhales a hardy breath at my harsh comment. It was meant to hurt him as much as he hurt me.

Released from the shadows of Brent’s mistake, I’m relieved to see that there is no longer anyone outside. We make our way through the throngs of people inside the library and go our separate ways. He’s probably concerned about his date. And he should be. After grabbing my clutch from the coatroom, I make my way to the registration table and cut the largest check I have ever written. Due to impulsivity and jealousy, I am going to be continuously paying this debt for the next few months. Like the first year I lived in New York, I’m going to be living on a diet of fried noodles and water. I find George sitting at a table, chatting with Mayor Bell and approach the men. The men stand as I reach the table. “Where have you been,” George asks with a playful smirk on his face.

“I was just checking out the tulip garden out back. It’s very lovely,” I lie. “I’m not feeling very well, George. I don’t want to pull you away if you’re having a good time, but I think I’m going to call a cab and head home.”

Jeremy rounds the table and is by my side. “A beautiful woman should never leave unescorted. Please do me the honor of giving you a ride home.” With such swagger and charm, I can see how Jeremy got elected to the highest position in the city at such a young age. Accepting his offer may be leading him on, nothing is going to happen between us. After what just happened outside, I am in no position to worry about my romantic life. Prepared to refuse his request, Jeremy turns away and smiles at the couple approaching. “Officer McMahon,” he greets, extending his hand. “I see you fetched a sizable donation tonight,” he teases as he glances back toward me. “And who is this lovely lady on your arm?” Jeremy grabs Cassie’s hand and pecks a polite kiss to her knuckles.

This man has a lot of nerve! After what we just did, no longer than twenty minutes ago, he taunts me with his date. As much as I would prefer to hate her, I can’t help but feel pity. “Cassie this is Mayor Bell. Mayor this is my friend, Cassie,” he introduces the two with a flat tone, all the while keeping his eyes pinned on me. Cassie smiles at the mayor and then turns to me, looking me up and down. I pull on the lapels of Brent’s jacket that covering the evidence of our impromptu romp.

“Why is Tommy’s little sister wearing your jacket, Honey,” Cassie asks, using a nickname to show that they are intimately entwined with each other. Earlier in the evening, Brent had introduced me as Tommy’s little sister. By using this label, Cassie is attempting to put me in my place. Needing to further make her point, she attempts to snuggle into the refuge of Brent’s arms. Well played.

Brent visibly stiffens with her physical contact. “After the auction, Chelsea and I wandered around the garden out back. It’s a bit chilly, I offered her my coat. After her generous donation, it was the least I could do.”

“Now that your back inside, I don’t think you need the jacket anymore,” she tells me, trying to stake her claim.

Glad his story matches up with mine, I ignore her little digs and shift my attention back to the mayor. “If you don’t mind, Jeremy, I think I might take you up on that offer. Will you be ready shortly?”

 Jeremy steps closer to my side and rests his hand on my lower back, in a show of possession.  “Give me five minutes and then I’ll take you home.”

“No problem, take your time,” I insist. His jaw, hard as granite, I can almost hear Brent’s teeth grinding. Perhaps using Jeremy as a way to piss off Brent is childish, but I can’t get over the pain of seeing Brent arm in arm with another woman so soon after we were intimate. Saying my goodbyes, I extend my hand to Cassie. “It was so lovely meeting you. I hope to see you around,” I say, laying it on thick. Brent, Cassie and I all are aware of what is really happening in our little triangle, but the outside world is clueless. “Brent, thank you for the walk. And I’ll return your jacket next weekend on our date.” After Cassie’s prickly attitude, I couldn’t help but rub it in that, no matter what, I will be going on a date with Brent. For the fleeting moment that I took pity on her, I have lost all sympathy because of her crass attitude; the guilt of earlier falling away with every word that comes out of her mouth.

Jeremy returns to my side and offers me his elbow as he escorts me to his waiting limousine at the curb.


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