Its complicated, p.19
It's Complicated, page 19
“No, I’m serious. Like I can’t remember the last time someone’s actually cooked a meal for me, you know? That’s really nice.”
“You’re telling me you’re not having plenty of dates at different men’s apartments while they cook and make you delicious food?”
“Are you asking me about the other dates I’m going on?” I said lightly, though I started to feel a little tense. Was this the moment we were going to talk about our other dates? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know about him and the other women he was seeing just yet.
“Uh, no actually, that wasn’t what I was asking,” he grinned. “I don’t really want to know about that. Is that weird?”
“No,” I laughed. “I don’t really want to know about the other women you’re dating either.”
“Well, actually Gemma...”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not seeing any other women.”
“Oh, really?” I was shocked. This gorgeous, handsome, successful man was not dating anyone else?
“Yeah, I mean, I signed up for the app. I met two women before you. We went on two dates and I wasn’t feeling it, so I didn’t ask them out again. And then I met you and right away, I thought you were someone special and I wanted to see where it was going. And here we are. I still think you’re special and it seems to be going really well.”
“I think it’s going well too,” I blushed. “Wow, I didn’t expect you to say that.”
“I think you know how much I like you, Gemma.”
He got up from the table and walked over to me. He grabbed my hand and he pulled me out of the seat. “What are we doing?” I said and looked back at the dishes on the table. “Shouldn’t we put them ... “
“We’re not going to put them anywhere. Follow me.” He led me into the living room and I stared at him in surprise.
“What are we doing? Is this where the cheesecake is?”
“Don’t be silly. I think we can have some cheesecake later,” he said and pulled me into his arms. “Let’s dance.”
“But there’s no music playing,” I said giddily, excited as he pressed me up against him.
“Hold on a second. What do you want to hear?”
“I don’t know. What do you think?”
“How’s about some Frank Sinatra,” he said. He cleared his throat and then he said, “Alexa, play Frank Sinatra.” And suddenly, “Strangers in the Night” started playing in the room. “Da da da da da,” he hummed along to the music and grabbed my hand and then started moving me across the room.
“You’re a good dancer,” I said in surprise.
“I took lessons when I was younger. My grandparents had me and my brother take lessons.” He made a face. “Hated it then. But for situations like this, I’m glad that I took them.”
“Yeah. Oh yeah, I forgot you had a brother. You said he’s on this app as well?”
“Yeah, but he’s not actually looking for a relationship. I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually hasn’t met anyone yet.” He made a face.
“Oh, he’s not looking for a relationship. So why is he on it?”
“I think I told you, my grandparents signed us up because they want us to get married. We have a significant inheritance coming to us, um, that is currently in trust, but there are some stipulations as to how we get the money.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you have to be married.” I looked at him, freezing. If he was about to tell me the only reason he was seeing me was because he wanted to collect his inheritance, that was it. I mean, I wanted a love story. I wanted a love match. I didn’t want to be someone’s contract date. That wasn’t romantic. I hadn’t waited all these years for something like that.
“Oh no, no, no,” he chuckled. “There’s no way anyone in my family would do anything like that. Far too many divorces. No, actually our grandparents just want to ensure that we’re happy because they’re happy. But they don’t understand that my brother and I, we’re very different people. I’m looking for a relationship. I’m looking for love and marriage. And my brother? Well, he just wants to play the field.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve met plenty of guys like that.” I shook my head. “But enough about your brother. Let’s just talk about us.” I wanted to change the subject. Because the more he spoke about his brother, the more he reminded me of Connor. Connor also didn’t want to be in a relationship. Connor also just wanted to play the field. And as much as I enjoyed being here with Lucas, I could still feel a slight pang as I thought about Connor and the way he’d just ditched me. Yes, he’d spoken to me and told me why, but it still burned slightly.
We moved across the room smoothly as if we were made to dance together. One Frank Sinatra song turned into another and then Bing Crosby was singing Christmas songs. And I felt like I was floating on air.
“Come with me,” Lucas said. He grabbed my hand and he walked me out of the living room and down a small corridor. We walked into his bedroom. There was a king size bed next to the window. He turned on a light switch and the light came on in the room. He blinked and shook his head. “Too bright.”
He turned the light back off and walked over to the windows where he drew the curtains. Lights from the buildings across brightened the room. “Come here,” he said as he turned toward me.
I walked over to him softly and he pulled me into his arms. He kissed me again, his hands in my hair, pulling on my hair strands. “Oh, Gemma, you look so fucking hot. I’ve wanted to kiss you all night. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long,” he said as his lips moved across my jaw bone and then down my neck. I felt his hands leave my hair and run down my back, all the way to my ass, squeezing. “Oh, Gemma,” he said as he kissed along my collar bone.
He pushed me down onto the bed and then climbed on next to me. His hands went to my leg and slipped up under my skirt. I could feel his fingers inching up my thighs toward my panties. My body shivered as he kissed me. I kissed him back, my fingers running to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons quickly, pulling his shirt off.
He leaned back slightly so I could take the sleeves down. And then when it was off, I threw it onto the floor. I studied his chest. It was matted with a light sprinkling of dark hair. I ran my fingers across it. It felt silky to the touch and I shivered as he pushed me back.
“I want to see you now, Gemma,” he said, and he quickly moved down the bed and pulled my dress up. I put my hands up so that he could pull it all the way off. And there I was lying on his mattress in just my panties and a bra.
“I knew you’d be sexy,” he said. He ran a finger down between the valley of my breasts and his hands cupped the outside of my bra. I shivered as he kissed down my stomach toward my belly button and then continued going further until his lips were on the top of my panties. His teeth grabbed a hold of the top of my panties and pulled them down. I gasped as air touched me there in my most private of spots. He pulled my panties all the way toward my ankles and then stopped as I still had my heels on. He stood up and then he gently took off each heel and threw it onto the ground before grabbing my panties with his hands and pulling them off.
He stood there looking down at me, tall, magnificent, with his well-chiseled body. And I shivered as he took me in.
“Unhook your bra,” he said, and I gazed up at him.
“Or what?” I teased him, feeling completely exposed.
“Take off your bra,” he said again, and I unhooked it and threw it at him. He grabbed it with one hand and then dropped it before unbuckling his pants and pulling them down. I gasped as I saw him standing there in a pair of white briefs. His cock was hard and I could see the outline of it through the thin material.
“Like what you see?” he said. He chuckled as his hand ran over the front of his briefs. He got back onto the bed and his right hand played with my breast, tugging on my nipple. I moaned at the feel of him. My body was on fire. I felt hot and I just wanted him to touch me some more.
“You’re so beautiful, Gemma. I have been waiting for this since the first moment that I saw you,” he said as he kissed down my stomach.
And then just when I thought he was about to kiss my most sensitive spot, he moved back up my body and his lips found mine again. He rolled me over so that I was on top of him and pushed me up slightly, his hand on my neck. I ground myself into his cock. It felt magnificent beneath me. I could feel my wetness seeping into the material of his briefs and I wondered if he could feel it too.
“Oh shit, don’t stop,” he said as I ground onto him. He reached up and squeezed my nipples. I gyrated on him some more and then he pulled me back down so that I could kiss him. His hand slid between my legs and I felt his rough fingers rubbing against my clit.
“Oh, Lucas,” I moaned. No one had touched me there in so long and it felt magnificent. He slid a finger inside of me and I cried out.
“You like that? You like that, Gemma?” he said gruffly into my ear.
I moaned. “Yes, Lucas, yes.” Another finger slid inside of me so that he was fucking me with his fingers even faster now. His thumb was rough against my clit, rubbing. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. It felt amazing and I knew I was going to orgasm quickly. It had just been too long since any man had touched me like that.
“Oh yeah, Gemma. Say my name,” he said, and I groaned as his fingers slipped out of me. “Say my name.” He looked down at me. “What do you want, Gemma? Do you want me to fuck you now?” I stared up into his eyes, my body shivering and trembling, just wanting a release.
“No, not yet,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m not ready for that yet.” My eyes flew open and I looked at him. I reached up and touched his chest. “Do you understand?”
He groaned as he nodded. “I understand.” He shook his head. “It’s a good thing I didn’t take off my briefs then, huh?”
“I guess so,” I said. “I’m sorry. I just ... “
“It’s okay.” His fingers went back down to my pussy and he stuck two fingers back inside of me. “Is this okay though?”
“Yes,” I nodded, as my back arched at his touch.
“Don’t worry, I’ll still let you come,” he said as he leaned down, his mouth to my nipple, and he sucked, chewing and teasing and driving me crazy as his thumb then started rubbing my clit again. I was so close to the edge. And then finally I came, my body shuddering just from his fingers. I let out one small scream and then lay back flat, tired from having done nothing. I giggled slightly as he looked down at me in awe.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I’m rock hard,” he said. “And if you react that way to just my fingers, I can’t wait to see how you react once my cock is inside of you, fucking you good.” He growled and then kissed me again hard and I shivered against him. My whole body wanted him, but yet the moment didn’t feel quite right. I loved being with him and my body was on fire. Our chemistry was amazing, but I wanted the moment to be really special. I wanted the moment to be the stuff that dreams were made of. And this wasn’t quite it.
“Thank you for being a gentleman, Lucas,” I said with a smile as I kissed him softly. “And thank you for honoring my wishes.”
“Anytime, Gemma,” he said as he kissed me on the lips. “Anytime.” He pulled me into his arms and then held me there for a few seconds before moving to get off the bed.
“So I think we should have dessert now,” he grinned. “Because if I stay here in bed for too much longer with you, I’m not sure what I’m liable to do.”
“Okay,” I said, and nodded as I sat up. I was disappointed. I wanted to just fall asleep in his arms. It was warm and comfortable and my body felt completely relaxed. But maybe he wasn’t as okay with my having said no to sex as he’d let on. Maybe he’d wanted more. But I knew I’d made the right decision. Yes, I enjoyed spending time with him and yes, I was attracted to him. But as we’d been laying there and he’d been touching me, an image of Connor had crossed my mind. And that was the last thing I wanted. There was no way in hell I wanted to think about Connor on my first night of sexual pleasure with Lucas.
Chapter 21
“Meet me on Madison Avenue, okay?” Connor’s voice was smooth as we spoke.
“Okay, and what’s happening on Madison Avenue?” I asked, not really sure what his last big date was going to be.
“You’ll see.”
“Where on Madison Avenue do you want me to go?”
“Go to the 700 block.”
“And you’re not going to tell me where on the 700 block?”
“It’s a surprise, Gemma. Trust me.”
“Okay, and what should I wear?”
“Don’t worry about that.”
“Don’t worry about that? What sort of date is this, Connor? You have me very, very intrigued.”
“Good. I’m glad to have you intrigued. Just be at Madison Avenue at three o’clock.”
“Okay. That doesn’t give me much time to get ready.”
“Like I said, it doesn’t matter what you wear, Gemma.”
“You’re not going to tell me what this date is?”
“No, I want it to be a surprise. I like surprising you, Gemma. You’ll find that that’s something I enjoy doing quite often with the women that I date.”
“So you’re telling me that you’re surprising women all over New York City?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. Right now you’re the only woman that I’m dating, so you’re the only one that I’m surprising.”
There was a deep husky sound to his voice, and while I knew I shouldn’t be turned on, I was. I was slightly ashamed of myself. I had just left Lucas’s house about two hours ago. Not that anything had happened since last night. We’d watched a movie, then gone to bed. We’d hugged for a couple of minutes, but then he turned his back on me and fell asleep. We woke up, had breakfast, made out a little bit, and now here I was walking along the street, going home to shower, and get ready for my date with Connor. Life sure was funny.
Lucas had already texted me since I left asking if we could make a plan for Christmas Eve. I was pretty sure I knew why he wanted to see me on Christmas Eve. I was pretty sure he figured that if he was going to get lucky, there was nothing more special than Christmas Eve. And it was true. I did have plans with my parents in the day, but I told him in response that I could possibly see him in the evening. I had to go to my parents in the day and then I’d go over to Lucas’s in the evening. It would be okay because my parents didn’t expect me to spend the evening, and I knew if I told them I had a date, they’d be really excited because you only saw someone important during the Christmas season.
You certainly didn’t see a fling, and Lucas was definitely not a fling, which made me question what I was doing going to meet Connor at some random address to do something I had no idea about. The only thing that made me feel okay about my decision was the fact that it was on Madison Avenue in the middle of New York City. It couldn’t be something too crazy.
“So I’ll see you at three, okay Gemma?”
“Yes, Connor, I’ll see you at three.”
And then we hung up. As I walked home, I breathed in the fuel and smoky air that surrounded me. It wasn’t the freshest of air, but it was familiar to me now. There were so many different people in Manhattan, living so many different types of lives, and now I was one of them. I was one of those women that could have been on Sex in the City. I was like Carrie. I had different guys after me that wanted different things, and I was just going with the flow, having fun, living my life. I was a modern, independent woman, and while that frightened the heck out of me, it actually made me feel really proud as well. I marched to no drum but my own, and I was having fun. I was living my life. I just needed to get rid of my Catholic guilt.
I grabbed my phone again quickly and called Sarah. I knew she was the only one I could talk to that could make me feel okay about my decision.
“Hey girl, what’s going on?”
“Hey, Sarah. Guess where I am?”
“New York City?” She laughed.
“Yeah. While I’m still in the city, that is true, but I’m walking home.”
“What do you mean you’re walking home?” Sarah gasped as she finally got it. “Oh my, did you spend the night at Lucas’s place?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Were you a very bad girl or were you a very, very bad girl?”
“I wasn’t very bad at all.” I giggled. “Hold on, I just reached my apartment, I’m going to go in the elevator. I’ll put you on hold for one second, okay?”
“Okay,” she said.
I walked into my building, nodded at the doorman, and then headed to the elevator. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror door as I rode the elevator up to my apartment, and then I got out.
“Hey, are you still there?” I said.
“Yeah, as if I was going to hang up now.” Sarah laughed. “So tell me everything. How were you just a little bit of a naughty girl and not a fully naughty girl?”
“Well, I didn’t sleep with him. Well, I mean I didn’t have sex with him.” I laughed. “I slept in the same bed with him, so yeah, I slept.”
“Oh, okay. So did you guys just have some mutual pleasure then?” Sarah said with a slight giggle.
“No, we didn’t even do that, though if that had been on offer I don’t think I would have said no.”
“Oh, so exactly what happened?”
“Let’s just say he used his fingers in a way that made me very happy.”
“Ooh, okay. So high school fun?” Sarah said with a laugh.
“Yeah, I guess you could say high school fun. I mean, obviously he wanted to do more and I kind of wanted to do more, but I just wasn’t ready, you know? It just didn’t feel like the right moment.”
“Yeah, I understand that, girl. You have to do it when you feel right.”
“I mean, my body totally wanted him and I could see that he totally wanted me, but like I want it to be more romantic than that. And well, I’m about to go and meet Connor in a little bit.”
“Oh my gosh. Right now?”
