I watch as my best friend goes through a range of emotions, from confusion to worry to anger. The anger is troubling, and I find myself angling myself in front of Serena to shield her from whatever her father is feeling in this moment.
“Serena Valentina Mitchell…” He steps into the room, closing the door behind him and Serena takes a tentative step back like all children do when parents use their full name. Her eyes dart to mine before turning back to him. Preston is the lawyer that doesn’t lose his cool; I’m the hothead and Frank is somewhere in-between. But right now, Preston looks like he’s ready to lose it. “Where in God’s name have you been?”
“Ummm, school?” She gives him a look, like “where do you think,” and the sass in her voice makes my dick hard.
“Not today, young lady. Last night! Your mother was beside herself when she woke up this morning and you weren’t at home. Where were you?”
I try to remain unfazed, like I’m not guilty of having her naked and writhing underneath me for half the night. “Oh, I stayed at Zoey’s.” She shrugs, the lie falling from her lips so easily.
He runs a hand over his forehead before he makes his way across the room and drops into his chair. “You’re always good about telling us when you’re not coming home. We were worried, Serena.”
“Dad, I’m twenty-one. The point of me living in the guest house is to give me some semblance of independence,” she argues, and I resist the urge to praise her for standing up for herself.
“You can still let us know when you won’t be home so we won’t worry. You’re more responsible than this, Rena.”
I want to tell him to lay off, that Serena is an adult, and it’s time for everyone to accept that and stop letting her use him and Viv as a crutch, but I figure this is probably not the best time. “Valerie has some things for you to do, can you go see her?” He points towards the door and I’m instantly pissed at how quickly he dismisses her.
She looks up at me and even in the brief glance I can see the hurt, the annoyance, and perhaps even slight embarrassment. “Sure, Dad,” she says before she’s gone.
The door has barely even clicked before I hear his voice. “Be glad you don’t have girls. I swear her and Sky are going to kill me.”
“Your girls are perfect, P, and they don’t hate your guts. We can trade if you want.” I had only meant that I wish I had a better relationship with my child, like he had with Skyler and Serena, but now the thought of Serena calling me Daddy sends a spark to my dick that I wish I could ignore. I’m already fucking Serena Mitchell up enough as it is, let’s not go down that road.
“And what are you doing in my office, anyway?”
“I came in here looking for you. I thought maybe your meeting would be over.” My lie is seamless.
“With my door closed?” I know every single one of Preston’s cues. Despite the even tone, I can hear the accusations in his voice and I know his blood pressure is rising the second he slides his glasses from his face. He narrows his eyes at me and crosses his arms. “You know I will actually murder you, right?”
Play it the fuck cool. “Excuse me?”
He strums his fingers in perfect rhythm on his desk. “You touch one hair on Serena’s head, and I will end you.”
“You’re losing your mind, Preston.”
“And you’re reckless and you have no regard for anyone but yourself.”
Whoa, hold up. “What the fuck? Where is this coming from?”
“I know Jana fucked you up, Lan. I do. But you have got to get yourself together and grow up. Sleeping with anyone in a skirt…skirts that work for us…isn’t funny or smart and, frankly, inappropriate as hell for a partner.”
My lips form a straight line as I nod my head. “So, it’s not just Serena you talk down to then. Good to know. But I’m actually not one of your kids, so watch your fucking self.”
“Then stop acting childish,” he barks.
“You’re the one making ridiculous accusations because someone is actually taking an interest in helping your daughter become a better lawyer. Trust me, she wishes it were you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means, why the hell did you offer her this internship if you weren’t going to show her shit? The whole point is for her to learn and you haven’t done much except get her to alphabetize your fucking filing cabinet.” She’s better than that.
He stands up, pressing his fists into his desk and glares at me. “Stay the fuck away from my daughter, West.”
Too late for that. I’m already addicted to her.
“Whatever it is you have in your head about me aside, don’t you think it’s about time you start trusting your daughter to make decisions for her life? Why do you have such little faith in her?”
“I have plenty of faith in her.”
“No. You treat her with kid gloves. You shield her from the world because you’re convinced she can’t handle anything. You’re too overprotective and it’s crippling her.”
“Don’t talk to me about my daughter like you know anything about her.”
“I’ve observed enough. I’ve talked to her enough to know how and what she feels. Have you?” I’m officially over this conversation and I know the more I speak, the more my feelings for Serena will begin to shine through. I open the door before he can say anything else but stop on the threshold. “I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you or your family.” That is all I have for him. I have no intentions of hurting Serena. Ever. Quite frankly, I believe that she is the one with the power to hurt me. While I’m skeptical about forging a relationship with her, I know if I commit to her, I’ll be all in.
But what happens when she wants out?
I close the door behind me, letting out a sigh, and reach for my phone that I felt vibrating while I was in his office.
Bambi: I guess no fooling around in your office then. *sad face*
Me: Probably not a good idea now
I stare at my phone for a second. Fuck, I want to see her. I want to make sure she’s okay. And, okay, maybe I also want to put my lips on her. Somewhere, anywhere.
Me: Meet me in the garage.
Ten minutes, and a short drive to an abandoned lot later, Serena climbs out of her car and into mine. “Hi.” Her eyes are warm and she doesn’t seem nervous, which makes me feel better.
“Hi back. You okay, Bambs?”
“I’m fine. I’m used to it, honestly. My parents still see me like a child.”
“Yes, I gave your father quite the earful over that.”
Her eyes widen and she blinks them several times in confusion. “Wait, what?”
“I didn’t mean to but…your father…” I sigh. “Serena, he wants me to stay away from you.”
A scowl finds her face and for the first time I think I’m seeing an angry Serena Mitchell. “Fuck that.” Her hand finds her mouth and a small smile forms behind it. “You’re a bad influence on me.”
“That seems to be the general consensus,” I say, sardonically.
Her face falls. “I was kidding. I don’t actually think that.”
“I know.” I lean across the console, needing a kiss and she happily obliges. She tastes like pumpkin and I briefly wonder if she drinks those trash latte’s that every girl I know drinks. It tasted like heaven on her tongue though.
“I don’t want to stay away from you,” she says against my lips before she backs away and looks around my Benz. “You really lost your virginity in a car?”
I nod, reminded of the fumbling sixteen year old who wasted two condoms trying to get it on before finally getting it right. “Indeed.”
“How was it?”
“My first time? Quick.” I chuckle.
She giggles and cocks her head to the side as she looks at me. Her nose scrunches, causing her glasses to move. “We’ll go slow?”
The implication in her voice makes my dick stiffen. “When the time is right, yes.”
“What if that time is…now?”
“Now? Serena, I’m not fucking you in my car for your first time.”
“Oh. Right. Blood.” She winces. “You have very nice leather seats.”
“Fuck the seats, Serena.” I could get the car detailed. Quite frankly, the idea of Serena’s innocence smeared all over my seats makes my dick hard as granite. “Your first time is not going to be a quickie in a car before we have to go back to work.”
“But I’m ready.” She pouts.
“No, you’re not, you’re rebelling.”
“What? What does that mean?”
“It means your father just made me even more forbidden than I already was. And you’re pissed at your dad, and you want to show him you can do what you want.”
“That’s what you think this is? Is that how you see us? Is that how you see everything that’s happened between us?” Her eyes well up with tears and before I even have a chance to take it back one trickles down her cheek and she wipes it away. “Am I like all those other girls?”
“No Serena, of course not.” I press my hand to her cheek. It’s cool under my warm hand, and only now do I notice that her nose is red. I turn the heat on, hoping to warm her both inside and out, and she presses a kiss to my palm.
“You’re not the forbidden fruit. You’re just…a guy I like. A guy I like spending time with.” I slide my hand down to where hers are folded in her lap and pull her small hand into mine. “I’d seen you in passing from time to time, but the first time you talked to me…” she licks her lips and turns her head to mine, “I felt something. Something I hadn’t felt before. It’s all happening so much faster than I thought this could happen and it’s scary and exciting and I know my dad is going to throw a fit. Probably my mother too. God knows my sister will have a million opinions on the matter, but it doesn’t matter to me. It’s my life, not my parents or Skyler’s. I’m not asking for more than you’re willing to give, I swear. This isn’t me saying I want to be your girlfriend or anything…I just…I think you’re the person I’m supposed to take this step with.” She looks up at me. Her eyes are confident and willing, but I can see her nervousness as she prepares for my reaction. She shifts anxiously in her seat and her skirt rises higher, reminding me of just what’s underneath it.
“Serena Mitchell, my little Bambi.” I run my finger down her cheek, her neck, and down her shoulder. She shudders and I can sense the fire burning beneath her skin.
She wants it.
Hell, so do I.
“Does the offer still stand for me to come over later?”
“If you didn’t, I was going to throw you over my shoulder and drag you there myself,” I tell her before I press my lips to hers.
The rest of the day is uneventful. Preston stays away from my office, and Serena only walks by my open door a dozen or so times, swinging her hips as she walks by every time. Towards the end of the day, I’m staring at the door, drooling as I wait for another glimpse of her.
Bambi: I’m going to go home and grab my stuff… I assume I can stay over?
Me: Yes. Get your sweet ass to my place now. Drive carefully.
I’m leaving the office when I catch a glimpse of Preston’s open door. He usually leaves before I do, wanting to be home for dinner with Viv, but now I have someone waiting to have dinner with me too. Jana was hardly ever home when I got there. She was either out shopping or at dinner with friends, or God knows where. More times than not, I came home to an empty house. Griffin would be at a friend’s house or after school activities, and then as he got older, out with friends or other social functions. That was when I started staying later and later at the office. Coming home to a house where everyone was already asleep felt a lot less lonely.
Serena wants to be there. She wants to be around. I take a few steps towards Preston’s office before I shake my head, not wanting anything to ruin my mood before I see Serena.
I’ll talk to him tomorrow.
I pick up a bottle of wine on my way home and decide to stop in the florist next door that I used to frequent. I can’t even remember the last time I bought flowers.
“Good evening, sir!” a short, middle-aged blonde woman chirps from the counter. “What can I get for ya?”
I start to say my regular: twelve long-stemmed red roses when something else catches my eye. I move towards the source of my intrigue and run my finger over a purple rose. Each rose in the arrangement is perfectly bloomed, each petal flawless and full.
“It’s the perfect bouquet. I haven’t seen one quite like it in a while. Purple roses mean enchantment.” She continues. “The giver seeks to express that they’ve fallen in love…perhaps at first sight. There’s a deep magnetism between the giver and receiver, perhaps something so powerful and profound neither understands.”
I scratch my beard as I glance around the room at all the other flowers. None of them say Serena. None of them explain my feelings for her.
Am I falling for her?
Have I already fallen?
Have I fallen in love with her without even having sex with her?
Holy shit, if I’m feeling like this now I’m going to become obsessed the second I fuck her.
Am I ready for this obsession to infiltrate my life?
Am I ready for the end of my friendship with Preston?
The questions are flying at me a mile a minute and the only thing I can think to do is smile. “These. I’ll take them.” I point at them and hand her my credit card. “All of them.”
“All?”
“However many you have. I’ll take them all.”
She smiles and moves back towards the register. “She’s a lucky girl.” Her cheeks blush and for the first time, it escapes me that a woman had possibly been flirting with me. Has she been checking me out this whole time?
Three hundred dollars and three dozen flowers later, I’m back at my house. I set the vases on the table—Grace, the florist, had surmised that I wouldn’t have anything to put these in when she didn’t see a ring on my finger. I shoot Serena a text that I’m hopping in the shower, in case she arrives before I’m out. I send her the codes, advising that she park inside my garage this time, to avoid my neighbors’ nosy gaze and start stripping out of my clothes.
I don’t know how long I’m in the shower, but suddenly I sense that I’m not alone. I turn my head, slicking my hair back and I see her leaning against the wall in the bathroom staring at me with hungry eyes. “You got here quick,” I tell her through the glass door.
She bites her lip as she rakes her gaze over me and then her hands are pulling her top over her head. She sheds the rest of her clothes in lightning speed and then my shower door is open.
And she’s in my shower with me.
Naked.
Both of us naked.
Fuck.
“Baby, are you on the pill?” I ask before she can get too close and I officially lose all restraint and the ability to make responsible decisions like keeping my dick out of her pussy.
“No.” She pulls her hair down from the ponytail, letting it fall all around her in sexy waves. Her eyes are still on mine and her steps haven’t faltered.
I groan the second her hand wraps around my dick. “I want to finish what I started.” She looks up at me as she begins to stroke me. “The flowers are beautiful.” She smiles. “I assume they’re for me?”
“Who else would they be for?” I raise an eyebrow at her and she nods.
“Just checking.”
She lowers herself to her knees and wraps her lips around my cock instantly.
Shit, her mouth is incredible.
I begin to push slowly in and out of her, not wanting to push her too far. Our eyes don’t break contact once as I begin to thrust into her wanting mouth.
Well, I’ll be damned.
I look down and I see one of her hand between her legs and my eyes widen. “Serena, are you…touching yourself?”
Another nod.
The girl that had never touched herself. Never had an orgasm.
“Tell me, does it feel good, baby?” I can see the smile in her eyes. She pulls back briefly. “Not as good as when your tongue is there.”
Fuck.
“I need to taste you again. I’ll make you come so hard, baby. You know that, right?”
Another nod.
I press my hand to the shower, tangling my other hand in her hair and just as I feel my balls start to tingle, I stop her, knowing what I need more than shooting my seed down her throat.
I want it inside of her.
“I don’t want your mouth. Not now. I’m so desperate for you, I can’t even think straight.”
Her breath hitches and her pupils dilate. “Yes. Yes. Yes. That.” She nods her head several times and I don’t wait another second. I turn the water off and pull her out of the shower, even foregoing drying off before I have her pinned to the wall of my bedroom. “We’re still wet.” She giggles.
“I don’t give a fuck. I need you and the only wetness I care about is between your fucking legs.” I press my lips to hers as I lift her into my arms, letting my cock dig into her stomach after it grazes her sex. Her legs wrap around my waist, opening herself up to me and her scent swirls around me.
“No one has ever bought me flowers before. They are so beautiful,” she whimpers between kisses.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her. I grip her ass with one hand and weave my hand through her hair as I explore her mouth with my tongue, devouring her delicious moans every few seconds. The water is still sliding down her body and yet the only wetness I’m hyper-aware of is what’s smearing across my stomach. I pin her to the wall and back up slightly to grab ahold of my dick. I slide it slowly through her slit, collecting her wetness on my tip. I look up to find her staring down at where I’m touching her, where she’s touching me, where we’re connected. She clenches, and the crown of my dick disappears slightly into her sex and for a second, I think about pushing inside.
I’d only gone raw with Jana, but the idea of doing that with Serena doesn’t terrify me like it has with other women. I want it. I crave it. I want to feel every inch of her virgin pussy as I rip through her innocence. I want to see the evidence coated on my cock when I pull out of her. But I can’t.
I won’t.
And I won’t put the responsibility on her to make that choice when she is just as needy for this as I am while in this sex haze.
“I need to get a condom. Get on the bed.”
“Or…we could do it without one?” she asks, her eyes full of question and wonder.
“Serena,” I grit out, my restraint holding on by an actual thread and she grabs my face, pulling me to look at her.
“One time.” She holds a finger up. “And you pull out. But…I just want to feel everything.”
I eye her, my cock one inch inside a twenty-one year old’s pussy as I think about why I’m even contemplating this.
This should be a no-brainer.
My mind is screaming that this is a horrible idea, but my dick’s argument is much louder.
“I’m clean,” I tell her. “I can show—” I start, prepared to let her see my latest test results.
She puts a finger to my lips and shakes her head. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me.”
“Never.” I shake my head at her as I carry her over to the bed and lay her down on my Egyptian cotton 1020 thread-count sheets that are currently getting ruined from the wetness of our bodies. I spread her legs, wrapping my hands around her thighs as I sink to the floor, and grip her tightly as my tongue meets her clit.
Fuck. I give in and let myself indulge in her taste, swirling my tongue around her sweet sex. “Landon. Sex. Please.” She moans as she pulls me away from her pussy. “You’ve eaten me out at least six times between yesterday and today.”
“What can I say? I love the way you taste.” I smile at her.
“And I hope you always feel that way.” She giggles. “But right now, I need something else.”
I stand and she wraps her legs around me, thrusting her hips upwards. I pull back, holding my dick as I prepare to push slowly inside of her. “This is going to hurt a little.” I can’t remember the last time I had sex with a virgin, but suddenly I’m nervous as hell.
What if I really hurt her?
She’ll be okay, my subconscious responds.
What if I come too fast?
Likely.
I slip two fingers into my mouth before releasing them and sliding them between her lips. “Suck.”
She does eagerly and lets me go with a cheeky pop before her lips are on mine again and she pushes me to my back. “You want to be on top?” I ask her.
She nods as she straddles me, her sex hovering over my dick. I sit up slightly to watch as she wraps her hands around my cock and rubs me through her folds. I’m not penetrating her, she’s merely rubbing me against her swollen clit. Her head flutters back, as tiny whimpers escape her mouth and I watch enthralled as the goddess on top of me uses me for her pleasure. Her slick sex wetting my dick is a visual that I won’t forget, maybe ever.
“Serena,” I manage to whisper, my body holding on by a thread watching her seemingly use my cock to stimulate her clit.
Her head shoots up, her eyes finding mine and those teeth sink into that delicious lip of hers. Fuck, I want to taste them. The need to have her lips on mine is overwhelming every single one of my thoughts.
She slides down my cock inch by inch and I feel that familiar pop as I push through the barrier and then moisture, everywhere. “Are you breathing?”
Holy shit, she’s tight.
“Yes,” she whispers, but I can see the tears forming in her eyes. “It’s really intense.”
“I know. Breathe, baby.” I coach her, although I’m barely breathing myself.
She steadies herself on my chest, curling her hands and pressing her nails into my chest. She pushes herself down the final inch and then I’m filling her completely. Her pussy rests at the base of my cock, and as she stares into my eyes, a look of lust and wonder and something I can’t quite put my finger on, I realize I am totally screwed.
“Fuck me, baby.”