CHAPTER 1: AS TAUT AS FROZEN BERRIES
***MARIELLE***
Do you think I could bag a man in a club after being out of the dating pool for nearly ten years?
I’m not sure I could, but I kept smiling at the man sitting beside me at the bar while the loud music boomed in every direction.
What exactly did I want from him?
Sex?
Or more?
Who exactly did I want to be tonight?
I mean just yesterday I was a faithful wife with no care in the world, everything seemed perfect and I was the happiest, until that bastard…
“Hey, are you listening?”
The man beside me tapped me once. Twice. Until I was brought back to the present.
“Yeah, sorry, I got lost there for a bit,” I yelled back at him, trying my best to stay audible while the speakers in the club tried their best to hinder that.
“I’m saying, do you want to leave this place and maybe move somewhere more private?” He asked again.
I gave it a thought, what exactly did I want?
I shook my head “NO”
“I think I’ll pass.”
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood up and dragged his stool with him. He placed it very close to me, covering the distance between us.
His fresh scent hit my nose, he smelt manly and clean, just like I always loved my men.
Oh wait, he’s not mine. Yet.
His eyes scanned me from head to toe and landed on my finger.
“I see you’re married,” he said with a cocky tone.
I could hear him better without having to yell now that he was this close.
“Yes, I am,” I answered and he smiled.
He looked younger when he smiled.
My phone dinged. I reached for it and read the text.
“The bleeping bastard!” I muttered just before I turned it off and kept it back in my bag.
“Hey, who soiled the mood of the prettiest woman in the club?” My companion asked.
He didn’t seem like the type to give up, and I needed someone to vent to.
“My husband, or soon-to-be ex.” I rolled my eyes just at the thought of what had caused all of this.
“I smell a story, wanna talk about it?” He asked.
I hesitated for a while before deciding to talk about it. After all, a problem shared is supposed to be half solved, right?
“He cheated…” I began.
Of course this wasn’t a new occurrence, so the strange man just nodded along while he chugged down his drink.
“With his step sister…” I finally added.
He choked on his drink and spilled it all on the bartender. He waved his apology and the bartender just nodded with a smile while he disappeared to the back.
Soon after, a woman replaced him and began to tend to others.
“And you didn’t see that coming, did you?” He asked.
“I didn’t,” I answered in a low tone.
Or did I?
I mean, they were so close but I thought that was just a perfectly blended family.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. Relationships can be crazy, you know?” He looked at me pitifully while I just nodded in agreement.
“So what is your story, who broke your heart?”
“Me?” He blew raspberries and started to chuckle.
His laughter brightened up my night in ways I couldn’t explain.
“No one could ever break my heart, I do the heart breaking and don’t attack me, I don’t even date them, they just get sad I don’t notice them.”
Now that was funny, so I laughed with him, then he stopped laughing.
His countenance shifted, “Except my parents, they break my heart every day.”
I guess I just figured out why he was at the bar that night. I didn’t push the conversation further, I didn’t have experience in that aspect, so what consolation could I give?
“So what do you want to do now? I can’t imagine deciding to do life with someone who has always fantasized about their step sister.” He sounded so sympathetic.
“I just want to forget all about him and what I saw today. If only that were possible.” I reached for my drink and took another sip.
“And who said it’s not?” He asked, his face lighting up.
“Uh?” I stared at him, confused.
“I’m saying, who says it’s not possible to get you to forget him?
I chuckled slightly, wondering if he was going to ask that I dance it away or play a drunken game before heading back home.
“What is the best way to get over a man?” He asked.
I shrugged, “You tell me.”
“Getting under one.”
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the heartbreak. Or maybe I was just horny enough to mistake a terrible idea for a brilliant one.
But after he said that, we sat there as everything else seemed to fade into the background and we were all that mattered in the room.
It was my first magical experience.
“So what do you say?” He ran his hand through his hair awkwardly.
“I say we take this somewhere private, so you can perform that magic and make me forget him.”
He didn’t say anything. He just smiled, got up, paid the bartender while I picked up my bag. Then he led the way.
A hotel stood just beside the bar we’d walked out of and as though we could read each other’s minds, we walked side by side into the hotel’s lobby.
The bright lights in the hotel made it possible for me to fully take in his features. He didn’t look like the regular guy, he looked quite familiar. Everything about him screamed luxury, even his casual leather jacket that looked like something worth more than my monthly salary.
I stopped overthinking it, I was just going to get that bastard out of my mind and this was only a way for me to be sure I didn’t want to be with him any longer, nothing else mattered.
He got the keys to a room and led the way, I followed like a wet puppy.
It didn’t take time to locate our room, both of us staggering into it like the drunken fools we were.
I was probably going to regret this by morning, but there wasn’t any chance for second thoughts because his lips crashed on mine even before we could properly close the door behind us.
We stumbled across everything in our way as I struggled to get his clothes off while he helped with mine.
We worked like a perfect team, as though this wasn’t our first time together. Before I could say ‘jack’ he was already inside me.
Every stroke of his brought me into a realm I’d never been. I allowed him to own me in every way possible.
Then he stopped and lay on the bed instead. I took that as my cue to get on top, no words, just perfect team spirit.
He guided his length into me, and when I had completely taken him, he traced his hands all over my body till they landed on my perky teardrop-shaped boobs. He ran his fingers on my rosebud n*****s, sending chilling and electrifying sensations that made my n*****s get as taut as frozen berries.
I rode him with the strength I didn’t know I had. Something awoke in me as he took me.
Something new and electrifying, something that wanted me to scream that I was his. Something that was far too important for me to deny.
Then, we came together. The pace slowed down and I felt his d**k go limp, sliding out and severing our connection, I collapsed beside him.
We didn’t say a word to one another, and before I could register how different that felt, I fell into the calmest sleep I’d had in years.
***
Arghhhhhh!
Why didn’t I close the blinds last night?
I frowned as I threw a hand over my face, trying to shield myself from the harsh morning sun.
I slowly got up, ruffled through the sheets, and walked to the window. I shut the blinds and opened my eyes to a much safer lighting.
Then I froze.
Where was I?
And who was that?
Cody?
Or?
My eyes landed on the pile of clothes on the floor, a leather jacket, a royal blue and teal jersey with the name Southern Blue Seals stitched on it, and the letter “C” boldly printed in its front.
I threw a hand over my mouth.
“That’s… how?” I couldn’t find the right words to use.
All I knew was that I had f****d up big time f*****g with a college student.
And the most popular college student at that!
