It isn’t that I don’t have material things to offer because I do. It’s the physical aspects of a relationship that I haven’t been able to offer anyone in five, very long years. Or at least I thought I couldn’t offer the physical aspect, until Sabrina showed up. Now my libido has started to jump back to life, but only when Sabrina is around. Not even my own hand has me reacting the way I react around Sabrina.
Watching her now, held against the guy she’s dancing with is driving me crazy so I knock back my fourth drink. Watching her wouldn’t be so hard if Sebastian and Carla had showed up along with Ruben and Rosie, at least then I’d have some distraction. Some conversation. I’m starting to think that perhaps getting Sabrina and myself here on our own was the plan all along. I wouldn’t put it past the women to get together and plan this.
Even Ramon showed up with his new-cropped hair, and stayed about thirty minutes before disappearing with Sylvia. I wished he’d make his mind up about what or whom he wants.
I should have left when he did instead of sitting here being punished.
My hand tightens around the glass as I watch the guy slide his hands onto Sabrina’s bottom. She looks up and glares in my direction, letting his hands stay on her. Holding her glare, my pants start to feel too small. If she weren’t arousing me so fuckin’ much I’d laugh. My first full-fledged erection in five years is in Ruben’s club, Kenza, and the woman to cause it is in someone else’s arms.
The question is what should I do about it? She can’t be a quick fuck, being a family friend and all. But something tells me I should be running in the opposite direction because I don’t think once, twice or a thousand fucks is going to get her out of my system. Right now, though, as I watch her leave the dance floor and head toward the restrooms, I need her. I need her so fucking much that if I don’t get inside her soon I’m going to come inside my pants where I’m standing. Five years is a long time to go without an orgasm.
I don’t have the strength to walk away from her anymore, not now that my body has chosen her…
Epilogue 2 ~ Sabrina
Escaping to the restroom, I quickly enter the one marked disabled, needing complete privacy so no one can witness my total melt down.
When I agreed to come here tonight, I sure as hell didn’t expect to be stood up by my girlfriends and left with brooding Lucien. The same guy that I ache and hurt for at the same time. The same guy who can never say a nice word to me. The same guy who’s been giving me hot looks the entire time I was out on the dance floor with Derek… Dave…um, something beginning with D anyway.
All my feelings are tangled up with lust and pain for Lucien. The lust because he is a handsome man with a loving and caring attitude toward his family, and pain for everything he thinks he’s lost because of what happened to him. Lily has told me how lonely she thinks he is because he refuses to have female company, but he has a will of steel and refuses to bend. I’ve suspected for some time that because of what happened to him, it might have caused him some injury to his groin area. But surely if that was the case he wouldn’t be looking at me with heat in his eyes and his fists clenched tight around his glass as though he was trying to keep himself grounded at the bar. Away from me.
Leaning against the wall, I rest my hand between my breasts while trying to pull myself together.
How can such a scorching look have me this aroused? Moving my hand to my right breast, I silently moan when I come into contact with my aroused nipple, which sends shards of pleasure down between my legs.
As my hand starts to lift my short skirt to get to my panties, there’s a thump on the door.
I jump and straightening up, I listen…
Another thump. “Sabrina, open up.”
Lucien!
Without care or thought, I quickly open the door and have the hottest guy I’ve ever seen barreling toward me. He wraps himself around me, seals his lips to mine and somewhere in my befuddled brain I hear a door slam and a lock slip into place.
“Sabrina,” Lucien groans running his mouth along my jaw and neck. “I need you,” he says in a voice thick with lust.
“Yes.”
I’m sick of pretending. I want the real man.
Lucien turns and pins me against the door with his hips. His arousal thick and long against me.
My tank flies through the air as he pulls it over my head, followed quickly with my bra.
He growls before feasting on each breast in turn, the throbbing between my legs starting to grow with intensity.
“Oh God, Lucien,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him to me.
His hands reach beneath my skirt then I feel my panties rip and his fingers inside me.
I’m a hot quivering mess in his arms and with the shake in his arms. I’d say he’s the same.
“Help me,” he begs as he tries to undo his fly.
Removing one hand from his hair, I reach down and manage to open the denim, but I’m unable to resist him as I reach inside and bare his throbbing cock, rubbing my thumb over the weeping head. One side feels slightly rougher than the other—burned maybe?