Pulse - Part 4 (Pulse 4)

"Not until I saw you." He casually adjusts the buttons on his chef jacket. "I took him a beer and sat where I knew you'd see me."

"Why?"

"I'd been pushing you for weeks, Jess. I thought you'd come over and blast me." He taps his finger on the edge of the table. "I wanted you to come over and blast me."

"You wanted me to get mad at you?" I'm beyond confused. He's not making any sense at all. "You wanted me to punch you?"

He runs his hand along his jaw and chuckles. "That I didn't expect but I deserved it."

I nod and pull a slight grin over my lips. "You did."

"Guys like him have it all. I didn't think anyone would take me up on that bet. When he did and he won, I was gutted." He peers behind me. "I don't have much longer."

"Just tell me, Drew." I try to keep an even tone. "What about that night?"

"He was telling me to go to hell when you walked over and I brought up the bet." He pulls his hand across his brow. "I was telling him that I knew I could fuck you if I really tried. I was pushing him."

Hearing him tell me that they were discussing my body isn't offering me anything but more fodder for another rage filled outburst. "It doesn't matter." It didn't matter. That was the truth. Knowing that Nathan discussed my body with Drew only adds to my confusion and regret.

"I told him to spell it out. I told him to just say it so we could be clear about what happened with you." I can hear something in his voice that hasn't been there before. It may be regret or it may just be more bullshit.

"I don't really care why he said it," I lie. "You're both still disgusting for making the bet in the first place."

"You're right," he agrees a little too swiftly. "My kids would disown me if they knew I was that pathetic. I need to man up for them. I'm learning to cope with the addiction. I'm going to be a better parent."

"I'm glad." At the very least, maybe the one light at the end of this fucked up tunnel was that Drew was finally going to get his act together.

Chapter 13

"Goddammit, Jessica." His body hovers above me. "You've got to let me fuck you."

"I came here to talk to you." I push my hips back into his couch. I can't let him feel how wet I am.

"You want my cock in your body. Don't try and deny that." His voice is a low growl.

I can't deny that. How am I supposed to? I arrived not more than five minutes ago with the full intention of setting ground rules, now the only barrier between my body and his was the thin silk of my panties and his trousers. "I don't…well… let's just say that I…." good for you, Jessica. Blabber on like that any longer and you won't need to tell him no, he'll push you out of his apartment door himself.

He skirts his lips across my forehead with a heated touch. "I'm so fucking hard right now. Why the hell did you come here wearing that?"

I look down and realize my breasts are very close to popping out of the top of my dress. "I'm on my way to dinner with my roommates."

"Like hell you are." His hand is on my waist now, slowing inching towards my uncooperative breasts. "Your tits are so beautiful."

"Don't say things like that." I want to sound firm and controlled. I'm pretty sure every one of those words I just said sounded like a moan.

He rubs his groin over me and I can feel how hard he is. "I want to be inside of you."

"You want things you can't have," I whimper.

"I'm going to lick you until you come all over my face." His voice is nothing more than a breathless whisper. His groans are drowning themselves in my hair as he pushes himself into me.

"You want to fuck my sweet little body." I push the words out in a slow measured tone. I'm still reeling from hearing them come out of his mouth when he was talking to Drew.

"Jessica." He pulls himself back up to his knees. "Listen to me, now. Listen, Jessica."

I close my eyes briefly to ward off how hot he looks. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, his hair is a mess and his eyes are full of un-tempered want. "What?"

"Open your eyes now."