Sara's Unyielding Lover (The Lovers Series) Page 4

  When he stood behind her in the line he caught the scent of her delicate perfume; it was something soft and sweet, pear maybe or maybe sweet pea. Whatever it was it suited her perfectly. When he finally got the chance to be introduced his fingers kept itching to touch her skin, he wanted to see if it felt as soft and delicate as it looked. So when he was finally saying goodbye he reached out and stroked her cheek and yes it was as soft and supple as it looked.

  He was brought out of his lusty thoughts by the wind chime chirp his phone made as he received her replying text.

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  Apartment 36

  As he read her simple text telling him which apartment was hers he smiled. He knew she told him her apartment number expecting him to come tomorrow but he just couldn't wait. He was sitting in his truck with a hard on just from thinking about her. Hell he had gotten hard after he touched her cheek, that's why he had turned and walked away so fast. He had wanted to talk more with her but he couldn't control the way his body responded to her. Her body called to him, he had never felt such a pull toward a woman.

  He was a grown man for goodness sakes 31 almost 32 he wasn't some horn dog teen that got hard at the sight of a beautiful woman. No Eric had learned how to control himself around women, ever since he lost his virginity at 14. He had honed his rhythm and technique; he wanted it to get around the neighborhood that he knew how to make a girl cum good and hard. When he was younger a person in his neighborhood lived or died by their reputation and Eric wanted to be known as three things.

  1. He was someone you never wanted to mess with.

  2. He could get you anything you needed if the price was right.

  3. That he was a good fuck.

  It had only been 8 hours since he left her at the auction house. He knew she was skittish he could tell by the look in her eyes when he came on to her. He came on strong he knew but that was just how he was, he sees something he wants he gets it and nothing stands in his way.

  He knew he should wait for their date tomorrow; he would be picking her up early after all, five o’clock. But he just couldn't; he wanted her and he wanted her now. From talking with her friend he knew she was a respectable girl. She obviously didn’t date much, most likely not one prone to sleep with someone on their first date.

  "Date, hell" He thought, this wasn't a date he was about to walk over to her apartment and do everything short of threatening her to get her to sleep with him tonight. He didn’t want but needed those soft thighs wrapped around him all night. Decision made, he got out of his truck grabbed a few condoms he kept in his trucks glove box; pocketed them reached for the six pack of Dos XX he had picked up when he originally thought of going home and headed for apartment 36.

  Chapter 7

  Sara was staring at his text, worrying...

  “Should I answer him?” “Jo Ann says I need to get out there.” “She’s right I just need to jump in, the first dates the hardest right? After that it should be easy to join the dating scene.”

  So with her decision made she replied to his text.

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  Apartment 36

  “There, sent, I can’t take it back.” “Oh God what will I wear? Are we going somewhere casual? Fancy? I should ask him.”

  As Sara’s mind was racing with questions about what to expect and how to prepare for tomorrow; someone knocked on her door, she tapped her cells screen to see what time it was.

  “Just after 8 o’clock, who could it be? Jo Ann would have called and I don’t know anyone else.”

  As Sara was trying to think of who it could be she made her way to her door. Looking through her peephole the view wasn’t very good the sun had just set and with the way her apartment sits the building blocked what little light was left. All there was; was a soft glow from the parking lot light. Whoever it was they were tall, then the person turned their head and the light shone on half of his face. She gulped.

  “Oh No it’s him!”

  Knock knock knock knock knock

  Eric knocked again, he knew he knocked loud enough the second time she had to have heard him, it was just past 8:00; she couldn’t be asleep, she had just texted him. On the other side of the door Sara just stood there staring out her peephole.

  “Shit shit shit, he knows I’m awake. I can’t ignore him.” “Open the door stupid and just tell him to come back for your date tomorrow. He has to know I wasn’t expecting him tonight.” “Ok ok ok, just ask who it is, open the door then tell him to go away.”

  Taking a couple of calming breaths so she could speak without her voice squeaking, she answered the door.

  “Who is it?”

  Eric smiled; he looked at the door and knew she was watching him through the peephole. He took a small step back so she could get a better look at him.

  “Eric”

  Speaking through the door Sara responded.

  “Oh well I wasn’t expecting you tonight and it’s getting late, can you come back tomorrow for our date?”

  Quietly chuckling to himself Eric retorted.

  “I can barely hear you through the door; can you open it and repeat what you said?”

  He heard the locks on her door turning. And slowly she opened the door half way, only exposing part of her body. Her hair was loose now and he was right it did hang down to her lower back; part of it was hanging over the one shoulder that was showing. She was still wearing the cute outfit she was wearing earlier; she hadn’t changed to get ready for bed yet. “Good” He thought.

  Her voice was low and a little shaky.

  “Uhmm when I texted you my apartment number I wasn’t expecting you tonight. I thought it was for our date tomorrow and it’s getting late, so can you just come back tomorrow?”

  Putting his massive hand that wasn’t holding the six pack of beer on her door he gently gave it a small push. Just enough to get her to back up so he could start stepping inside before she shut the door in his face, as he was doing this he spoke.

  “Oh I know I just thought as I was driving home that maybe it was better if we get to know each other a little more tonight; to make our date tomorrow less awkward.”

  It was a lame excuse but it was all he could think of on the spot. She couldn’t believe that he had just pressed his way into her apartment. He was now closing the door behind him and turning the locks. He turned around and walked right up to her as he was speaking, standing closer than what was socially acceptable. In fact he was so close she was breathing in his warm breath as he exhaled and she inhaled.

  Holding up the six pack of beer in his left hand, he looked down into her face and grinned.

  “Dos XX, what better way is there to get to know someone than sit, relax and talk with a cold beer?”

  Sara was standing there gaping at him, she didn’t know what to do or say, what was the social norm in this situation? And as she looked at his dazzling smile and his oh so cute dimples she found her body and her mind were at war. Her body was immediately responding to him, he hadn’t even touched her but the look he was giving her was making her body slowly heat she was starting to feel a low pull in her tummy. And to her utter astonishment she felt herself growing damp, just from the heat coming off his standing to close body, his radiant smile and his I’m gonna eat you up gleam in his eyes. Her mind however was screaming at her “DANGER, DANGER!” “You need to make this man leave now!” “You’re not prepared for this; you’ve only dated one man for pity’s sake.”

  Eric saw the war going on inside her head, there were so many emotions flittering around on her face shock, desire, lust, confusion, apprehensiveness. She still hadn’t said anything to him. He knew he shouldn’t but his body was taking over and he couldn’t stop it. He stroked her cheek once, twice then he curled his fingers around her chin tilted her face up more, leaned his head down and placed a soft chaste kiss on her lips. When his lips touched hers he felt what he could only describe as a jolt go through his body. Her lips were soft, perfect and he felt himself i
nstantly grow hard beneath his Levis. He needed to step back slow down or he knew he would be pushing her to hard and too fast.

  “I needed that, now let’s go have a beer”

  As he grasped her hand she meekly nodded her head and he began to pull her further into her apartment in search of the kitchen to keep the beer cold.

  Sara was having an out of body experience. She heard him speak, felt him take hold of her chin and she saw his head start to dip down to kiss her. But she was frozen in her spot she couldn’t move, she didn’t want to move and then their lips touched and she felt a sharp electrical current run straight from her lips to the tips of her breasts to the apex of her thighs.

  Her nipples hardened and puckered in her bra; and her underwear were more than just damp now; all from a simple kiss. “WOW” “I can’t believe he just kissed me” She thought

  He spoke to her again and thou she really didn’t hear him because of the loud swishing sound of her blood pumping in her ears. All she could do was to nod in agreement like some dumb twit. Which let’s face it that was exactly what she was when it came to men. Michael was a standard missionary position man and apart from the afternoon that he had purposed they had only made love outside the bedroom a hand full of times.

  “Maybe that’s why he cheated, I was boring.”

  She didn’t have many female friends more acquaintances or business contacts than anything else. She had a cousin she was close to and Jen was an open book. Whenever they talked she’d go on and on about her newest lover and how proficient he was. So she knew there were other ways to have sex, wilder ways; she just had never experienced these things and therefore was a complete twit when it came to sex. Michael hadn’t even gone down on her once during their marriage. She had tried to initiate it once after hearing about one of Jen’s escapades. While they were in bed she had given him a blow job, abate not a very good one but hey she was learning. What she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm, but what had happened, just as he was about to cum he pulled her off him flipped her onto her back sank inside her thrusted two or three times then came with a rough grunt; kissed her, pulled out then went to sleep.

  “So you have absolutely no furniture aside from your TV,” Eric stated as he looked around at her bare apartment.

  “Looks like you were having a picnic.”

  He nudged his head toward the unfurnished living where her blanket was spread on the floor with her unfinished dinner. Taking in notice that thou she didn’t have any furniture besides the plain TV stand and TV she had two unpacked boxes marked “books” One box open but not unpacked marked “Photo Albums & Pics” He notice that she didn’t seem to have a boxes marked “nic naks” or “memories” Turning his attention back to Sara he asked “Maybe we should take a couple of these beers and finish it?”

  Eric’s voice brings her out of her dark memories. She looked up and sees Eric holding two beers nodding his head toward the living room.

  “Oh, uhmmm yeah I was finishing up dinner and watching Game of Thrones. The dinette set I bought today won’t be delivered till tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Well, why don’t we take these in the living room we’ll watch the rest of your show and we can get to know each other.”

  “I don’t really drink much, usually just a glass of wine.”

  “Dos XX is one of the best beers you can get.”

  He raised the two beers smiling down at her. He loved that she had to look up to him. He had a good foot or more on her he was sure and that just made her more attractive.

  “Yeah, ok. It’s probably over by now but I have all the movie packages so there should be something else on.”

  Happy that she wasn’t asking him to leave again; especially after being so bold and kissing her, with a beer in each hand he put one on the small of her back and walked with her to the living room. The TV was still on but she was right the show was over. She had a nice flat screen not as big as his but a decent size. Her TV stand was non-descript, just a basic plain run of the mill stand. He set the beers on the corner of the stand. Knelt down and started untying and taking off his boots. He set them off to the side, grabbed the beers and sat down on the fuzzy purple throw blanket she had spread on the floor. He was careful not to step or sit on her food.

  Chapter 8

  Sara watched as Eric removed his boots and made himself comfortable on her make shift picnic blanket. Eric saw Sara looking from him to his shoes and back again.

  “I hope you don’t mind but I didn’t want to take the chance of dirtying up your carpet, it looks new and usually apartments have tan carpet, I like the way the white looks but it is gonna be a bitch to keep clean.”

  “No that’s fine.” She replied, as she once again took her spot on the floor in front of the TV.

  Eric used his keys to pop the tops of the beers and handed one to Sara, he took a nice long pull from his beer looked back to Sara and asked.

  “You seem nervous Sara, don’t worry I’m not gonna bite...well that is unless you want me to.”

  Sara smiled at his words and at the way he was making his eyebrows wiggle; he was just so audacious, confidante. Taking a reticent sip of her beer Sara confessed.

  “I am nervous, I don’t really date and I don’t know you from Adam.”

  “Ok, well get to know me.”

  Eric went on to tell her all the benign details of his life. Starting with his businesses, how many stores he had opened and such, thou he left out some details on how he really got started. He leaned back on one elbow pulled from his beer again and continued to tell her about him. He told her where he lived now and where he grew up, he glossed over his family and childhood giving her just the bare bones. He didn’t want to frighten her with details of his sordid youth with drug running, gang affiliations, thievery and such. He was a changed man.

  “So now you know about me tell me about you, you’re not from Cali are you?”

  Sara was sitting comfortably Indian style in front of Eric she had picked up and set aside her left over dinner while he was talking to her. So the only thing between them was a little space, air and their beers. Sara wasn’t sure how much she wanted to tell Eric, she was embarrassed about her failed marriage. And didn’t really want to talk about Michael, she still ended up in tears when she did.

  “Well, no I’m not from Cali. I moved here from Pennsylvania.” As she spoke her head was down casted and she began to pick at the paper label on her beer.

  “Wow, that’s really far. What made you move all the way out here? I mean you must have left all your family behind right?”

  Sara drank from her beer “Mmmmmm he’s right this is a decent beer.” She placed the bottle back down and began to tell Eric everything. Honesty was the best policy right and if they went out he’d soon find out so may just get the embarrassment out of the way now.

  “Yes, I did leave my family behind. Dad died a few years ago after heart surgery. Moms still in Pa but she moved out of State College. I don’t have any siblings, just three cousins from my mom’s sister Carmen. I moved out here because I needed a big change. My husband and I divorced last year and I just couldn’t take living where almost every place I went held some sort of memory with him. So I applied for jobs for as far away as I could get.”

  Eric was shocked to hear that she was divorced, what man in his right mind would divorce her. He looked at her face and saw the shimmering in her eyes and knew this conversation was upsetting her, but he wanted to know more. So he reached out caressed her cheek and tried to comfort her.

  “Your husband was an obvious idiot if he let you go. How long were you married? Why’d you guys divorce?”

  His voice was gentle and low to sooth her and coax her to answer him. With Eric’s hand caressing her cheek so sweetly Sara began to relax, she had started to get a little anxious as she was recounting the sum of her life to him. Sara began to answer him after picking up her beer for another drink.

  “We were married for ten years, he was.
..” Sara inhaled deep and let her breath out with a huff as she continued.

  “He was ha..having affairs.” She stuttered as she spoke

  Eric was doing the math in his head “Ten years! She can’t be that old. She looks nowhere near thirty. Well, you can’t marry unless you’re eighteen so...that would make twenty-eight if she married at eighteen and she must have because she looks so young no way she’s over thirty”

  “Affairs? He cheated on you? More than once? Geez like I said earlier he must be a complete idiot.” Eric spoke with a harsh tone enraged that this man would hurt her so. It was obvious she had loved him and was still feeling the sting of betrayal. Steadying his voice and schooling his face Eric continued.

  “Ten years huh? You must have married young because I won’t believe you if you tell me you’re over thirty.”

  Sara lightly laughed and smiled at his last statement. She shook her head and answered.

  “No, I’m not over thirty. I’m, twenty-eight almost twenty-nine. We were high school sweethearts. We married the summer we graduated.”

  Sara took another drink when she finished answering him and he began to think.

  “High school sweethearts, married ten years, only been divorced a year.” The wheels in Eric’s head kept turning as he drank his beer. “I’d bet $1,000,000 that pricks’ the only man she’s been with. No wonder she’s skittish, she’s probably got no sphere of reference about men or dating. Oh but I’m gonna teach her.” Sara saw Eric’s face change while he drank his beer; it went from contemplation to an almost wolfish look. He had that gleam in his eye’s again the one that told her he was going to eat her up and the right side of his lips slightly turned up when he pulled the beer from his mouth. It made Sara feel a little nervous again so she hastily got up on to her feet and in a rush blurted out.