The Addictive Stranger's Bed

1. EVOKING TOUCH

I could simply walk out of this alcohol intoxicated bar... but then I'd have to face my teasing colleagues, come Monday morning. Spinning on my nude stilettos I turn to face a middle aged slightly toothless man. "One beer, please."

"Sure thing, honey pie." The man replies, to which I cringe in return.

I then lift myself up onto one of the stools. Idiot, idiot, idiot. I can't believe this is it. A twenty-six year old virgin seems to be strange to those I work with, hence why I'm here looking for courage in liquid form and a decent man to complete my mission. Real smart, Lysandra. Come to a bar, sure, you'll definitely find a decent man here. I scan the people surrounding me, a majority of them being male... sturdy but not what I'm looking for.

The bartender places a tall glass in front of me and watches me curiously. I take a sip and smile up at the guy... Virginity is just that, right. No. Not him Lysandra, you're not that desperate. Two beers later, still nothing. I decide my best option is to just take the irritating behaviour my friends seem to be accustom too.

With a over exaggerated sigh, I stand up and leave a tip. I pull my bag onto my shoulder and step back only to have my shoe catch onto the stool. I fall backwards in the most unattractive way possible... looking quite similar to a emu who hasn't been told it's species can not fly. I close my eyes ready for the injury but before my butt hits the ground two large hands catch me.

I look up awkwardly into dark smokey green eyes. Almost instantly a strong male scent hits me. God he smells good! I straighten up and run my hands down my pant suit. "Thank you."

The man is tall and quite frankly the most attractive male I've ever seen. "My pleasure, sweetheart." I go to walk past him only to have him wrap an arm around my waist as I sway slightly, only now noticing just how wobbly my legs are. This is perfect... not. "You should sit down." The man instructs.

"Oh, I'm fine." I smile politely. After all the man did save my bottom from a bruise or two.

The man either doesn't hear me or doesn't care as within seconds my injury free bottom is on a stool and a large arm is curved along the back of it. "Would you like a drink?" He questions. I take sneak peaks at the man next to me, while waiting for him to explain himself. He's definitely older then me. Who exactly is he?

I shake my head. No. He orders a beer for himself and I continue to glance regularly at the attractive being wearing a tight uniform. He is definitely in his thirties and to be honest I feel so short and tiny compared to his large build, although he does seem bigger then the average male. So in my defence he's probably taller then most people... Yeah keep telling yourself that, Lysandra, whatever helps you sleep at night.

As I take another look at him, he turns to face me and before I can argue or even comment his lips are firmly against mine. I look at him wide eyed. What the... Slowly but surely my eyes close and I lean into his touch. Involuntarily my legs cross and I'm pleasantly shocked by the reaction coming from between my legs. That's never happened before. Maybe it has something to do with the thrill of kissing a complete stranger in public...

"Only. One. Night..." I manage to mutter out when he breaks the kiss, only to trail down my jaw to my neck. The man says something however I'm too preoccupied to even comprehend it. We break the kiss a silent agreement for sex passing through us. I stand up and he grabs my hand, we both walk out and he tells me to follow him. So I do.

I use the fifteen minute drive to freshen up. This is it. Mission de-flowering is underway. We pull up outside a hotel and I step out before he's able to reach my car.

Neither of us say a word. I just hope he dosen't stop after finding out about my current in-experience. We walk through the lobby and he asks for a room at the reception, all the while I force myself not to droll over his clearly muscular body. He thanks the black haired woman and grabs the card off her. She blushes and looks down. I don't blame her, he is quite the specimen. Once we're safely inside he presses a button and with his other hand he clasps the back of my neck.

The man pulls me in close, bending down. "Kiss me." He states. Well who am I to deny the officer. I stand on my tippy toes and wrap my arms around his neck. I then tug his bottom lip between mine. I sure hope I'm doing this correct because I'd like to get this done and over with. Oh who am I kidding, this man is addictive, I don't want to ever stop... but I know I'll have too.

The only mouth experience I have had was back in college when a boy had been dared to share saliva with me. I'm all into that kind of dangerous stuff, so I agreed and we kissed for all of three seconds. It counts, alright!

My panties dampen as the elevator doors opens and we kiss our way out of the metal box, his hand trails up and clutches my breast...

**

Professional. Neat. Boring. Three words that described the folders in my hand and my entire being. I clutch them tightly while walking to a unfamiliar house. I cringe making my way up the stairs due to the soreness between my legs, memories of the mysterious man floods my mind... I snap out of my day dream when I realize why I'm standing in front of a strangers front door. I'm used to my mother dating men who are much younger then her, but it was always dating... now all of a sudden she's decided to marry a man I've never met. Great...

I clutch my folder and knock on the door, waiting patiently. All of a sudden the door opens and two kids run past my legs, a boy chasing a girl with a water gun. I decide to cautiously walk through the door, it doesn't seem like anyone's going to answer it any time soon. I run my free hand down the length of my pencil skirt as loud voices begin to fill the air and finally I come to the end of the long hallway. I look around bemused, people are scattered everywhere. And by everywhere, I mean everywhere! Leaning against walls, clogging up open spaces, sitting on benches, etc...

I look around for my mothers familiar red hair and when I don't see it I begin to panic, am I at the right house? I make my way through the people and enter a kitchen, still no mum... but people are now looking at me curiously. I can't believe she'd do this too me! Just when I'm about to give up hope and leave I hear a strong voice. A deep familiar voice, one that had whispered sweet nothings to me the previous night. I spin on my heel and look around the space, I make my way through the large open glass doors. Still I don't see the cause of the soreness in my lower regions. I turn back around.

"Lysandra!" I close my eyes slightly, so this is the right house.

I spin around to find my red haired, green eyed mother bounding my way... how does she have so much energy! She clutches onto my hand and tries to pull me with her, unfortunately for her although she is taller then me, she isn't stronger. I stay put. "What is going on, mum?" I question.

"Oh honey, you have to meet him!" She gushes.

I sigh but nevertheless allow my mother to drag me to some unknown destination. Finally we stop behind a group of people. My mother touches the shoulder of a man, who turns in reply. The man clamps a hand to my mother hip and I watch shocked as he plants a large kiss on her lips. My mother pulls away flushed and I raise an eyebrow. Am I the only one shocked? I look around. Apparently I am!

"Lysandra, meet Andrew. Andrew this is my daughter, Lysandra..." My mother does the introductions.

I hold my hand out politely. He places his hand in mine and shakes it. I release his hand after two shakes. "It nice to meet you, Andrew." I smile, pushing a loose strand behind my ear. I then direct my next sentence to my mother, "I've heard so much about you!"

She looks down, as she should! How could she put me in this position. I release a breath and calm down. Before either of them can reply a stranger hands me a plastic cup, filled with what looks like beer. I lift the cup to my lips but before I can take a sip I hear the voice again. My eyes enlarge to a inhumane size when the man from last night slaps Andrews shoulder lightly.

What's he doing here? The nameless man finally looks in my direction and his bored expression changes slightly. I narrow my eyes at him when I see him look down my body. Must he be such a man! "Mother, can I have a word." I state while placing my cup on the closest table.

"Excuse us." She tells the men before following me with a firm grip on my arm.

I whip around as soon as we are out of earshot. "This is ridiculous! I have work to finish and staying here is clearly a waste of time." I look up and my gaze clashes with the nameless man.

"Lysandra, forget about work for once!" My mother scolds.

I feel a prick and look down to see a little girl poking my leg with a stick. "Pee-pee!" She demands raising her hands to me. I look at my mother for help.

She just laughs, "take her to the toilet, darling."

"What!?"

"Come on, it'll be practice for when you have a kid."

"Mum, no!" I stand up straight.

From behind us Andrew calls my mother while walking to us, "please..." My mother smiles innocently.

"Fine. But after this I'm leaving and tomorrow we'll discuss this situation." I finalize, lowering my arms to the kid who is now jumping from one foot to the other. She leaps into my embrace and I pray to the heavens the she can hold on a little longer. I rush past my mother and Andrew and walk up the steps to the house quickly.

I look around for the bathroom and then realize I have no idea where anything in this house is. "Where's the bathroom?" I question the girl, who decides to hold her breath. Oh lord! All of a sudden a firm hand rests on the small of my back, it pushes me down the hall and I look behind myself to find the stranger who'd taken me to unknown heights. He pauses in front of a door and I open it. The girl begins to wriggles in my hands so I lower her, she grabs me and pulls me in with her, I kick the door closed behind us.

The click of my heels follow her as she stops in front of the toilet. She lowers her pants and I lift her up and place her on the seat, looking away to give her some privacy. "I'm Ariel. Like the mermaid." Her soft voice whispers over the trickle.

"That's nice." I mumble.

"Who are you?" She questions, poking my forehead.

I furrow my brows. "Lysandra."

"I'm going to call you, Pee-pee." Ariel giggles.

I sigh. Finally she finishes and I flush the toilet for her. We both wash our hands and then I follow her out of the room. The man is leaning against the opposite wall, I watch him. Ariel tugs my skirt so I bend down to her level. "Pee-pee, you're pretty. I wish I had your hair, then I'd definitely be the mermaid Ariel..." She whispers in my ear.

I smile at the little girl, "but you're a far more beautiful Ariel!"

She laughs before patting my cheek and bouncing away. I stand up straight slowly, all the while the man watches. "What are you doing here?" I question, finally when the silence begins to become sexual. Although I'll admit scanning his body is so worth the tension in the air.

The man doesn't reply, he just pushes off the wall and steps closer to me. I step back. With one quick movement he pushes me back through the bathroom door, which he locks. "You were gone in the morning..." is he accusing me of something? I'd told him last night that all I wanted was someone to break my virginity. Why? Because I'd like to get past that part of my life and move on to more important things, like work.

"As you should have been." I reply.

He grabs my waist tightly and spins me around so my back is against the wooden door. He leans down and places his lips next to my ear. "So that's it?"

"Yes." I moan, just the feeling of his warm breath against my earlobe has my stomach clenching.

He moves down and nip the joint between my neck and shoulder. "You don't sound convincing."

I snap out of my daze quite difficulty and push him back, although he doesn't move. "Stop." I look away from him. He moves back slightly but keeps me caged by his body.

"You weren't so reluctant last night."

I look away embarrassed. I was desperate last night. Sure you were, don't lie we both know you wouldn't have stopped even if you had a choice! I mentally shut out the stupid voice in my head. "It was the alcohol." I use the only excuse I can think of, "besides, I did have quite the shock. My actions last night were a response to that." I continue talking to him as if he was a client.

"Is that so?" He murmurs stroking my chin.

I take a deep breath and compose myself. "Yes, it is so." And with that ladies and gentlemen I leave the gorgeous man and walk out of the bathroom with my head held high. I decide to see my mother before leaving, I better tell her I've left... after all it's not like she's doing something tragically horrendous and I guess all I can do now is support her. I push the loose strands of hair off my face and walk down the steps and towards my mother. She smiles when she sees me and I can't help but lower my harsh expression. "I should leave now." I approach her.

"Why? You just arrived, stay a little longer." She looks down at me innocently. You know my mother is quite childish for a forty-five year old!

I shake my head, "not today, mum, I have a lot of paperwork and if I don't do it then no one will..." I sigh. I smile at Andrew when he wraps a arm around my mothers waist. "It's been a pleasure meeting you and I look forward to future gatherings." I hold my hand out.

Andrew shakes my hand, "come over anytime. You're always welcome here, Lysandra." He doesn't seem so bad, maybe this won't be as messed up as it sounds. You know what, maybe this will be a good thing. I mean at least now my mother will stay put and hopefully act her age, the woman is so immature, it's ridiculous really. Step-father, huh... That reminds me I need to contact my father, I was supposed to visit him a couple of months ago but work got in the way of that plan. I haven't even called him for a couple of weeks now, my gosh... I'll definitely call him in the car.

"Thank you. I'll leave you two too your party." I nod at the couple.

My mother smiles at me softy and pulls me into a short hug before releasing me. Turning, I begin to walk away from Andrew and my mother, but before I can make it off the land which the actual house is placed on, the stranger from last night decides to stop me. Really, in the middle of the BBQ... where everyone can see us!

"Leaving already?" He questions going to grab my hand but I pull it away quickly. He looks at me confused. I glare his way before turning and waving at my mother who is now looking at me curiously. I groan as Andrew makes he's way towards us. Why must this man continue to walk, can he not stay in one place? I smile at Andrew who comes to a stop between the stranger and I.

"So you've met Mikel." Andrew grins chucking an arm over the strangers shoulders, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

I look at the stranger, "Define met... it's nice meeting you Mikel."

"Lysandra here is Diana's daughter."

"Daughter?" Mikel looks at Andrew shocked.

I glare at Mikel. "Yes daughter, is there a problem?" I question sharply.

"Don't mind my brother, Lysandra, he doesn't have a filter." Andrew laughs.

Wait. Did he just say brother? I look at Mikel who is looking down at me. This is bad, this is really bad! What am I going to tell my Mother. Seriously Lysandra, out of everyone did it have to be your soon-to-be uncle!? I tell the voice in my head to keep it's comments to it's self as I am already panicked enough. But the thoughts keep coating every inch of my mind. With my eyes locked with Mikels all I can think is, I can't believe I let my mothers future husbands brother take my virginity, not only that, it was less then ten hours ago...

I was wrong before, it'll definitely be as messed up as it sounds.

Oh! Lord help me!

2. TITILLATING PROPOSITION

Frustrated, I run a hand through my hair, picking up my phone I call my partner. "Jeremy!" I snap. "What are you doing? I need those files... Now!" I slam my phone down and cringe slightly at how rudely I'd just spoken to my best friend. It wasn't his fault I'd screwed up so badly with Mikel. I stand from my desk and walk out of my small office to the bosses room. Knocking lightly I wait for his response while his secretary glares at me.

"Come in," his gruff voice allows me to escape Danny.

I walk into the room on slightly weak knees, my boss is intimidating. "Sir, I was wondering if you've had time to look over the Robinson's structural designs. The company has asked for adjoining stairs and I think it's possible to do. I was just wondering if there would be any implications with the process?" I state. Knowing fully well that the suited man in front of me doesn't care for small talk.

He leans back from his desk and folds his arms, "I don't see any problems either just be careful with OSHA. I don't need those bastards on my ass," oh the man had his way with words.

"Yes sir." I nod and excuse myself from the room so he can get back to his job. Working for Paul has it's ups, I love architecture and the pay is generous. But... it also has it's downs, sometimes I have this empty feeling, a kind of nagging in the back of my mind that won't leave me alone. Cursing my drifting thoughts I rush past Danny and head back to my office. Closing the door behind myself I walk around the desk and take a seat before tapping away an email to the owner of Robinson International, a multimillion dollar hotel branch.

My stomach grumbles just as my door is pushed open and a soon to be dead Jeremy enters. Before I can say something he rushes out an explanation, "I tried to get them to sign. But that damn men wanted to have a freakin cocktail with their five course meal. I do however have their signatures." He places three green files on my glass desk.

"Relax, I shouldn't of spoken to you like that." I sigh. "A lot has been going on. Either way we can tell the builders that the stairs are a go." I stand and smile wrapping my arms around his elbow and exiting the room.

"Where are we going?" He questions.

I give him a look, "to lunch of course."

"I hate your mode swings." He pouts.

"What mood swings?" I play innocent.

I've known Jeremy for several years, first meeting him in college. We'd both been absent on the first tutorial day and had been put in a group of three for our first assessment by default... And that was the beginning of a life long friendship. We head out of the building and across the street to our regular lunch stop. Danny is already seated at one of the tables so Jeremy and I quickly give our orders and take a seat opposite the pouting girl. "Okay out with it!" I demand.

"Jemmy boy over here told me you'd gotten some and I'm quite appalled to be honest!" She crosses her arms over her chest.

I look down ashamed, a soft blush coating over my cheeks. "I know, I know!" I cry throwing my hands up, "I'm embarrassed to even think about it... Wait a minute, Jemmy how exactly do you know this?" I raise my head and glare at the man sitting next to me. I had not told him of my notorious adventures.

He rings his hands together, "come on... You've been distracted from work this whole week and every time I ask about your mothers gathering you blush and look away. Not to mention the crippled walk you had last Friday. I put two and two together." He replies distractedly.

"Excuse me! I think the real problem here is the fact that you thought it was okay not to tell us that your sacred flower has been popped!" Danny slams a hand down on the table grinning.

I narrow my eyes at her, so that's what the glare was about. "I know how much you two like to gossip." I grumble.

Before either of them can reply food is placed in front of us and I instantly dig in. Forgive me and my impolite manners, food for me is like oxygen. Finishing my Caesar wrap and ice tea I lean back and pat my stomach. Jeremy and Danny finish shortly after I do and the three of us leave to head back to the office. Danny excuses herself and heads back to her desk, while I tell Jeremy to grab his coat and keys. Time to deal with the Arson project.

"How do you walk in those shoes," Jeremy whines looking down at my feet.

I laugh and continue to walk on the uneven ground towards the head builder. Quickly forming a professional smile I straighten my spine and pray to the heavens that my lack of concentration will not cause an slips or trips. "Billy, working hard as usual!" I great loudly.

"Jeremy and Lysandra, my two most favourite people in the world! To what do I owe this pleasure?" I roll my eyes at Billy's sarcastic comment and teasing grin.

Jeremy speaks up while opening the building plans on a near by crate, "there have been a few things added to the original plans, I've marked them in red." He then goes over each change while I nod or give input when needed. Billy decides it'll be easier for us if his whole team are also familiar with the changes and calls over his chippies, sparkies, plasters, plumbers and so on. Jeremy and I go through the plans with them.

An hour later I crack my knuckles and relax into the soft cushion before turning my key and starting up my vehicle, Jeremy taps away at his phone arranging meeting and talking to clients while I drive back to A&DS. I nod at the receptionist and follow a small group of people who enter a arriving lift. Jeremy nudges me as we exit the metal box on the eighth floor, I nod in reply as he drifts off to Paul's office. Quickly moving inside my office I grab two blueprints and my trusty USB. I then follow in the direction Jeremy had gone and enter the bosses office.

Jeremy, Paul, Oscar and Kimmi-Jin sit on the sofas to the left with papers scatter all around them. I join the group and sit next to Kimmi-Jin. Extending my hand I slip the USB into Jeremys awaiting palm and roll out my blue prints. We discuss upcoming constructions and already built infrastructures, slowly but surly we shift through the piles on the coffee table and complete unresolved paperwork. Oscar and Kimmi-Jin stand up after Paul agrees to their plans and the two leave the room. Just like Jeremy and I those two work together.

"God I could do with a beer..." Jeremy sighs while packing up his equipment.

I roll my eyes at him and narrow them in warning. He just shrugs. "Lysandra a word, please." Paul stands in front of his wall length window, with his back facing Jeremy and I.

"Go, I'll see you later and mind giving Danny a lift?" I question, not knowing how long I'll be here. Jeremy pauses a second longer before nodding and exiting the room with the folders against his side. I turn my full attention to Paul and he spins to face me as the door clicks closed. "Is something wrong, sir?" I question.

"About two weeks from now there is a meeting in Spain and I am in need of a companion, I was wondering if you would be interested?" He questions smoothly. Well it isn't like I can say no exactly, he does after all pay for my food, rent and whatnot.

I stare at him a little startled, not for the life of me would I have imagined this kind of conversation conspiring between the two of us. Paul moves behind his desk and takes a seat waiting for my answer, "I guess. Are you sure Jeremy or Kimmi-Jin aren't more qualified?" I question nervously.

"You're just as smart, Lysandra." Paul looks up at me with a comforting smile, "don't bring yourself down like that."

"If you're sure then of course I'll accompany you." I smile softly before quickly fleeing the room. What in the world was that? Grabbing my coat and bag I exit the building and walk to my car. Once seated comfortably I reverse and begin driving off in the direction of my apartment. Several minutes later I enter my apartments underground parking space and then ride the elevator up to the eleventh floor, walking to the end of the hall I push my key into the slot in the door knob and push through the opening.

Instantly delicious aroma's fill the air and I hear voice coming from the kitchen. Dropping my bag on the counter while draping my coat on one of the bar stools I head to the fridge. Danny is cooking while Jeremy is working on his laptop. "Wha'd the boss want?" Jeremy mumbles distractedly.

"Company to some meeting in lovely Spain." I reply, edging around Danny to grab a spoon. Sliding onto the third bar stool I take the lid off my ice-cream container and scoop out a mouthful.

Danny squeals spinning to face the two of us, she leans over the island. "Is this an office romance I smell?" She teases curiously.

"No, that's your chicken burning."

Jeremy splutters out through a laugh and then snatches my ice-cream and spoon for himself, "go shower, you smell." He winks in my direction. I send him a thankful look and quickly escape to my bedroom. Grabbing my towel I head into the adjoining bathroom and strip down. Turning on the hot water I step under the scalding spray and allow my muscles to loosen under the massaging sensation. Finally stepping out of the foggy shower stall I dry my body off and head back to my room with the soft material wrapped around my body.

I pull on my underwear just as there is a knock on my door, "hm?" I question.

"Your phone." Danny simply replies.

I rush to my door and open it slightly, she sticks the hand which is clutching my phone, inside. I quickly slide my thumb across the screen, "Hello?"

'I hope this isn't a bad time?' His deep gravely tone has my legs crossing. I stumble to my bed after pushing my door closed and collapse on it.

"What's the matter?" I question. Remembering the way I'd fled the scene after Andrew had told me who exactly Mikel was to him, I can't help but blush.

There is silence before Mikel responds, 'my brother and your mother have planned a trip to our family lake house. You're invited.'

Hm. "Okay... But I'm busy, please tell my mother I'll not be attending." I stand up and walk to my closet.

'I want you there...' He breaths out.

I slump against the wall and take in a much needed breath of air. "What happened that night is not going to happen again!" I all but bite out, my core aching to feel him inside me again.

'What are you so scared of?' He questions.

"My mother. Your brother. The world. What we did is wrong!"

'If your mother wasn't marrying my brother would it still be wrong.' It wasn't a question. Of course it wouldn't be wrong.

"But she is." I reply.

'So the problem is their relationship.' He pauses and I don't answer. 'I have a proposition,' he finally breaths out, when I don't say anything he continues. 'Lets be friends with benefits. No one needs to know. It'll be our dirty little secret. I want you in my bed, Lysandra...'

God, it sounds so tempting. It's has been eight days since he toke my virginity and may heaven have mercy, I've been fantasising about him taking me again and again every night since. My mind and mouth don't seem to be linked because before I know it the words are out of my traitorous lips before I can stop them, "no one will know?"

'Exactly. Just you and me.'

Oh mum, please forgive me. "Okay." I whisper.

'Okay. I'll be expecting you tomorrow.' He ends the call and I realise that my body has somehow woken up. My towel hangs loosely below my breasts. My nipples pebble and liquid heat churns through my body. Never having masturbated before I decide to give it a go. Heading back to my door I flip the lock and then numbly make my way back to my bed. My heart pounds. I sit on the edge of my bed and remember back to that night while his previous words linger in my mind. Finally able to put a name to the face I lay back and allow the images to flicker under my closed eyelids.

I want you in my bed, Lysandra.

I imagine him ripping my clothes away, his eyes rake over my naked torso while ignoring my small whimpers of shock. He urges me back and I scramble onto the bed fully. Feeling like a little kid learning how to use a pen, my movements are jerky and unsure. But Mikel doesn't seem to find my inexperience annoying, if anything he relishes on that fact. The intense need of our night together sends a dark kind of possessive want through my body. I remember his weight settling on top of me, making sure I couldn't escape even if I wanted to... Which I most definitely did not. Clasping both my wrists in one of his hands above my head he claims my lips. Not asking permission, not needing it.

I am vaguely aware of my own hand moving unintentionally down my body in the present, stopping at one breast, I roll the bud between my fingers as he had that night. Closing my eyes tightly, my mind drifting off to a more subconscious place. Mikels large body forcing me to spread my legs painfully wide, just to house his frame. He grounds his erection into the area between my thighs, the ruff material of his uniform sending bolts of electricity through my body. My panty clad body is defenceless in his presence.

One large calloused hand grabs my left boob, rolling my aroused point between his fingers he sends me a dark look before swooping down and capturing the little hard button. With his free hand he squeezes my other neglected breast, his steel grip on my wrists only tightens. All of a sudden his teeth scrape my bud and I all but arch up into him wantonly, a low husky moan escapes my loose mouth.

Finally he releases my hands... But only so he can also play with the little erect pebble between my lower lips. I uses this freedom to run my hands over his back and over his perfect ass. After a couple minutes of exploring as much as I can with his offending third wheeling uniform, my hands move back up his body to fist in his hair. I pull hard as he grinds the tent straining against his pants against my wet, hot cunt.

Mikel quickly unzips his pants and release the angry monster that had been held captive for far to long. He uses his fingers to spread my pussy lips, "you ready?" He questions, but for some reason even if I said no... I don't think the monster lurking behind his eyes would of stopped. His large tip pushes against my slit and I suddenly realise he's not wearing a condom, I push against his hard body. "Don't. Stop. Me." He growls out. Sounding more animalistic than human.

"Condom." I'm able to breath out.

"Fuck it." He grunts out, pushing against me harder.

"No. Stop." I try closing my legs but he just holds them open. With his jaw clenched he stops pushing and I thank the gods. I move away from him slowly reading his expression warily. His dark eyes follow me as I lean over the bed and shift through the clothes on the ground. Retrieving the small square packet I hand it to him with shaky fingers, he brings the packet to his mouth before using his teeth to tear it open.

Rolling the rubber into his penis he pushes me back down, "happy?" He grounds out his dick forcing my core to open up to him...

"Lysandra? You okay!?" I jump startled as Dannys voice comes through my door.

I blush, "yeah I'm fine. Just stubbed my toe." I call back.

"Kay, dinners ready."

Looking away from the wooden door, I notice the mess I've made. Removing my hands from my panties I sit up and walk back into my bathroom. Washing my hands and splashing my face with some cool water, I stare at my slightly flushed expression through the mirror. Taking a couple of breaths I return to my room and hurriedly pull on a large t-shirt which reaches a couple of inches below my mid-thigh, I re-enter the common area to find Jeremy putting ways his work and Danny plating up.

Danny and I have also been friends since college, after all who do you think made up the last member of our absent group. The three of us finished our degrees and bought a unit together, I slouch on our plush couch and draw my legs up, crossing them. Picking up one of the glasses of wine I take a sip before turning on the television. Jeremy takes the seat next to me grabbing my plate and his, he hands me my food just as Danny sits on the single chair facing the wall length window.

"Paul's been furious lately," Danny states while I flick through programs.

Jeremy's attention zero in's on her. "What about?"

"Jem, what about work confidentiality," I scold.

Danny pipes up, "I don't really know what the problem is anyway... He's just been cracking the whip at everything."

"He's probably just stressed," I defend my boss.

The two converse about the matter for a couple more minutes before tuning into the reality show currently airing. We finish the meal and I do the dishes. Jeremy heads to his room while Danny sits in front of the coffee table with snacks, getting ready to watch a movie. I decide to work a bit but before I can my phone rings, rushing to my room I slide my thumb across the glass screen. "Hello?"

'Hey baby, so Andrew and I've decide a small getaway... So everyone can bond.' My mother familiar voice sounds through the phone.

Clearly this is what Mikel had been speaking about, "oh. Well I hope you have fun." I grab my laptop and settle on my bed. I keep my voice calm and disinterested although my heart beats rapidly against my chest.

My mother clears her throat. 'Sweetie, I know you don't like these kinds of things but I'd love for you to come join us... I'm fully prepared to grovel.'

"Kay, I'll come. Should I meet you guys at Andrews houses?" I question booting up the device in front of me.

My mother intakes a noisy breath, 'are you coming? Like seriously. You better not be playing a trick on me. Is there something you want or aren't telling me?' She questions rapidly.

Am I really that bad? Yes. I slam the breaks on my subconscious and reply back to my mother, "yes I'll be there. I'm not playing any tricks and no I'm not hiding anything." Yes you are. Shut up!

'Oh my god! We're going to have so much fun! And yes, meet us at Andrews.'

"Yay." I end the call with my mother sarcastically, and start working on a spreadsheet.

Feeling tired, a couple hours later, I decide to hit the hay. Closing my laptop I put it on my bed side table and roll under my covers. I shut my eyes and allow Mikels gorgeous face to send me off to sleep.

***

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" I question for the seventh time while throwing my toiletries into a duffle bag. "Make sure to check on the Arson project and Paul's gone over the Robinson blue print. I don't think I should go... Are you going to be-"

Jeremy throws a pile of my neatly folded clothes at me, "yes!"

I glare at him. "You should be getting ready for work!"

"I am ready." He states proudly.

"No you're a half naked mess currently annoying me." I pull on my coat. Slipping into some nude pumps I swing my bag onto my shoulder, "out." I hold my door open and wait for Jeremy to move his butt out of my room. "Danny!" I call out. She stumbles out of her room with a towel around the top of her head and a dress that needs zipping. Sighing I zip it up for her. "Don't do anything stupid. Only cook when Jeremy's around... I don't want any fires. Are you okay with catching a ride with Jem?"

She rolls her eyes, "yes mum."

Annoyed with how childish my room mates are I turn to the kitchen and grab a bar and bottle of ice tea, before giving them a couple more warnings. Pulling my keys off one of the key hooks in our hallway I exit our apartment. Taking the elevator down to ground level I find my car and hop inside. Putting my bag in the back and the key in the ignition I start up my silver car.

Fifteen minutes later I idle in front of Andrews house. We both know the only reason you're here is for Mikel. I shake off my annoying thoughts I pick up my phone and take my keys out of the ignition. I exit my vehicle. Slamming the door shut I lock up before heading to Andrews front door. Tapping my knuckles against the wood three times I wait while high winds lash at me.

You're going to hell. I honestly don't care now keep quite! This is going to be one eventful week end, my heart rate increases just as the front door swings open...

3. INTOXICATING DESIRE

Through the open door my mother stares at me curiously. She looks down and raises an eyebrow after noticing that I don't have my bags with me. "Where's your stuff?" She questions.

"In my car." I reply as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. Because it is, how else am I supposed to get to wherever this vacation is.

She sighs and then pulls me into a hug, "did I forget to tell you; we're all taking the same vehicle?"

I grind my teeth together, "yes, yes you did."

She releases me, "now you know." With a smile she pulls me behind her into the house. We enter the kitchen and I instantly stop dead in my tracks. Mikel looks up as I enter and I hold my breath waiting for him to say or do something. He simply nods and then turns back to his brother. Andrew greets me warmly with a hug and I can see the thankful look in his eyes.

"Thank you for coming, it makes your mother very happy." He whispers softly in my ear before pulling back. "Where's your stuff?" Andrew questions more loudly.

My mothers eyes flash to mine and I smile professionally, "outside. I hear we're taking the same car?" I pray for him to tell me otherwise.

"Yes, I thought it'd be easier and more efficient." Andrew smiles. So it was his idea... my subconscious pulls out her butchers knife and begins to sharpen it. "Would you like some breakfast before we hit the road?"

I notice my mothers pleading eyes, "sure."

Andrew grins and then leads me to the table, my mother sits opposite me and he takes the one next to her. Only leaving one more space for Mikel next to me. I realise why my mother had pulled her puppy dog look before, in front of me is bacon and pancakes... I hate bacon and pancakes. I send her a quick glare and pick up one pancake. I take the syrup and dribble a small amount on it. Using the cutlery I try to quickly devour the relatively decent sized circle. My mother silently eats and I know Andrew can tell something is going on.

All of a sudden a large hand grips onto my thigh tightly, I drop my fork. Both Andrew and my mothers eyes flash to me in an instant. "Sorry..." I mumble trying to shake Mikels hand off. I try doing this without causing a scene. Unfortunately his grip is tight. I feel his hand trail up the inside of my knee length navy dress and attempt to suppress the moan that is currently begging to escape. I peak out of the corner of my eye to him, he hadn't given me a second glance just before... so what the hell is he doing now! I strive to ignore his curious fingers but as they push past the crotch of my underwear and trail along my wet slit, I can't help but groan quietly.

"Are you okay?" My mother questions.

I cough, "yeah, just this is so good." She raises an eyebrow. Mikels finger enters my heat and begins to slowly thrust in and out of my slit.

A second finger joins the second and I hold my breath praying he stops before I completely embarrass myself. Another moan arises and I clench my legs together, trying to stop his moving hand. It doesn't stop him, in fact it just makes it so much worse. He speeds up and I clutch the tables edge tightly. My body begs for a release and I send a pleading look towards Mikel. The corner of his mouth raises. He continues this torture, bring me to the brink then leaving me to fall back to earth disappointed. Finally having had enough of his games, I jump up and in the process; manage to bang my knee on the table.

Quickly straightening my dress I send a dark look towards a calm Mikel. "Are you feeling okay?" My mother questions more adamantly this time. I debate just saying I'm sick and avoiding this trip of hers, but before I can open my mouth a large hand grabs the back of my leg. Thankfully she doesn't press the issue and I'm able to shake his hand off this time. I pick my plate up and walk to the sink. "You're really enjoying your breakfast." Andrews voice halts me.

As I go to step, Mikel replies, "the syrup is mouthwatering." This causes me to ever so gracefully trip and fall face first to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Mikel grunt before I feel two large arms pick me up off the tiled floor. His eyes scan my body, probably looking for injuries. When he finds none the heat in his eyes turn into a dangerous desire filled gaze. I'm pulled out of his grip by my mothers worried expression.

"Christ, Lysandra!" My mother panics.

I groan embarrassed, "I'm fine... unfortunately I can't say the same about the plate. Sorry." I apologise to Andrew.

"It's fine. As long as you're not hurt."

For the first time since I've met Andrew I give him a genuine smile. "I'm fine, thank you." They finish eating and I help my mother with the dishes after persuading Andrew it's the least I can do after destroying one of his dishes. We finish and I wipe down the sink area, afterwards Andrew takes my mother and his bags. Following them outside I stumble whilst looking at the large vehicle in front of me, how had I not noticed that before! "What is that?" I question, contemplating how I'll even climb up into it.

"Jeep Wrangler." Mikel replies as if I should know exactly what it is.

Trying to keep my pride I walk up to it, "of course it is." I make my way back to my much smaller car and unlock it, after pull my bags out of the backseat I lock up. Mikel grabs my small suitcase and throws it into the back of the jeep along with the other bags, I clutch my work bag to my chest and glare at him. There is no way he is throwing my laptop like that! I open the back door next to the drivers side door and place my bag inside, softly. I then struggle to push myself up onto the seat as the dress I'm wearing is by far the most tightest piece of clothing I own, Mikels scent surrounds me.

"Maybe if you removed those ridiculous shoes, you'd be able to hop in."

I bite my tongue and turn to face him, I wasn't expecting him to be so close. I crane my head and look up, "what is your problem?" I whisper out furiously.

"Nothing." He replies grabbing my hips. I try to jerk away from him and beg that my mother and her fianc� are not watching.

I place my hands on his chest and push, "let. Go." He begins to lift me up, "I can do it myself!" I ground out annoyed.

"Fine." He releases me. Good going, idiot! I send him a sarcastic smirk and then turn back around to face the offending vehicle. Placing my hands on the soft seat I pray my weak arms can lift my body up and my dress doesn't rip in the process. Come on, you can do it! No need to embarrass us any further... That's more like it, I knew the annoying person in my head would eventually take my side.

My tight dress makes it impossible for me to just swing up so I take a breath before pushing down hard and pulling my body up, I lift slightly and then instantly put my knee on the seat, I feel my dress ride up. I claw my way into the vehicle and then straighten up whilst pulling my dress down from my thighs. Turning I glare at Mikel smugly. He moves closer, "lacy black panties, who would have known."

"Your arrogance is disgusting!" I fold my arms and face the front.

Just then my mother and Andrew walk out the front door with two bags and I thank the heavens when I see him lock the front door. Finally leaving! I forcefully move Mikel away; by pulling my door closed, he gives me a dark look before walking to the other side of the Jeep and hoping in next to me. My mother takes shotgun while Andrew starts the Wrangler up. I turn my body towards the window and ignore Mikels intense core heating gaze. Fifteen minutes later we're cruising along some unknown road aisled by forest.

Andrew shifts uncomfortably and turns the radio on. I snap my head to Mikel when the voice from the stereo slurs out the lyrics to a confronting song;

"Now if we're talking body

You got a perfect one

So put it on me

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life..."

He simply raises an eyebrow. How can he act so normal after our phone call last night! He's probably completely over it, probably realises the dangerous situation is just not worth it. I should be happy... but if I'm completely honest; all I'm feeling is disappointment. I clear my throat and send a quick frown towards my mother who only smiles completely oblivious to my current turmoil. I sigh and lay my head back allowing the music to play as a distraction to my wondering thoughts, eventually I drift off to a semi-slumber state.

I'm shaken awake by a hard hand, my eyes snap up to look into Mikels dark irises. "What's the matter?" I question sitting up.

"We've stopped for food, come on." He almost looks bored, as if I'm a burden. Honestly his emotions... or better yet lack of, is eventually going to drive me to insanity. I bite my tongue and accept his hand, stepping out of the Jeep I grab my bag and follow him inside a large shopping centre... Where are we? I look for signs but unfortunately can not spot anything relevant.

I glance up at Mikel as he strides next to me causally, cautiously I decide to speak up, "how long was I asleep?"

"A good three hours." He grips my elbow tightly and guides me through the heavy crowd.

Cringing slightly at his bruising grip I try to tug my arm free. Finally we stop in front of a restaurant where I see my mother and her significant other at one of the tables. Mikel releases me and I make my way to them immediately. Mikel conveniently directs me to the seat next to him and I pray that a recurrence of this morning doesn't occur. I look over at the big, noticeably angry man next to me. What's up with him?

"Are you okay?" I whisper when my mother and Andrew occupy themselves with each other.

Mikel runs a hand through his thick hair, "I'm fine. It's hard to stay in control... I didn't think it's be this hard." In control of what?

"In control of what?" I mutter out my thoughts.

Just then a loud shrilled voice breaks the air, "Mikel, darling!" I look up to find a gorgeous raven haired woman eagerly making her way to us. She manages to somehow capture a lone chair and place it almost on top of Mikel; who surprisingly shifts toward me. I look to my mother for an answer but she just shrugs.

"Victoria." Mikel greets through gritted teeth.

Andrew grins, "you made it! I just told Mikel that your family would be joining us." As my mother fianc� says this four other individuals join us, crowding the small table. Mikel subconsciously places a hand on my thigh and I clench my legs together. The woman- Victoria places her claws on Mikels forearm and I feel his hand fist on my leg. Is this why he's angry? Then again he said he couldn't control something? I decide to excuse myself and push past Victoria's family to find a restroom.

Before I can make it a metre from the boosting group a strong arm wraps around my middle, I go to yell but Mikels masculine scent halts me. "Walk." He practically growls out. Lucky for me, in this position the group behind us can not see Mikel's wondering arm.

I decide not to cause a commotion and inform my mother of our very sudden, very inconvenient relationship... if you can even call it that. So I continue to walk and exit the restaurant. "What are you doing!" I hiss out as we pass a couple, who smile at us knowingly.

"Just walk, Lysandra." He whispers above my head. Ah, there it is... my name rolling off his tongue so seductively. I allow him to lead us in whatever direction he'd like, we end up in front of another restaurant and I look at him a bit confused. He nudges me inside. We walk up to the counter and he turns to me slightly, "what would you like?"

"But..." I stop when I see the look in his eyes, he really doesn't like that Victoria chick. "A sweet chilly, chicken and avocado wrap... please." I finish with a small understanding smile.

He turns to the man behind the counter and orders. He then leads me to the corner of the restaurant and I takes a seat opposite him, he places the buzzer on the table and I look down at it waiting for the little green light to go off and signal our order. Mikel cups his chin and stares at me expectantly. I raise my eyebrows at him. "You have a question." He finally speaks.

"Why are we eating here?" I look at him. He doesn't answer so I continue, "who are they?" Again, nothing. "Seriously Mikel. If you're going to ignore me then you can stay here by yourself." I snap standing up.

Before I can walk away he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. "Stay." I release a breath and look down at him. Don't, turn back and keep walking you fool! The voice in my head demands. I break from his grip and he looks away from me, I then walk back around the table and sit down opposite him. He looks up a little surprised.

Our phones ring simultaneously before we can say anything. I pull my phone out of my bag and reframe from swiping my thumb across the screen as it flashes 'mother' and allow Mikel to answer his, "hello?" He rolls his eyes. "She's with me. No Andrew! You bastard, you invited them!" He grunts out. I've never heard him speak like this. Sure I've heard him swear before... yeah, when he was ramming into you from behind! My subconscious snaps annoyingly.

I look up a little shocked. Our buzzer flashes green and I pick it up and walk to the counter. Handing the buzzer over with a, "thank you," I grab our order and make my way back to Mikel.

"No you asshole, you either get ride of them or deal with me not coming on this damn family trip!" I almost trip whistle planting the food down on the table. "Why! Are you kidding. She's best friends ex-wife, dammit!" He growls. I simply take my seat and open my wrap... what, it's not my problem. I look through my phone for messages as Mikel continues to rant. "I'm not going anywhere with that whore!" at this I choke and look up at him. "Fuck!" He curses and ends the call. He instantly hands me his drink and I sip at it until the food in my throat enters my stomach.

"What is going on Mikel!" I finally manage to gasp out.

He grounds his teeth together, almost seething he replies, "that woman was married and made a bloody pass at me!"

"Then why did Andrew invite her along?" I question.

"Because he's a goddamn moron and she's an old friend of his." Mikel doesn't seem too pleased about either of these facts. "Can we just eat? Or do you have anymore questions." He snaps.

"Christ! Calm down." I glare down at my food and we both finish eating in silence. I stand up just as my phone rings and without looking at the screen I answer it. "Yes?" Although he snapped at me and whatnot I can't help but realise this is the most he's talked to me. I remember our first night together, when I discover the man was cover in tattoos; you wouldn't have guessed so, though, as he always wears long sleeved shirts. Even that night he was silent, dark and mysterious... he caused the curiosity to rise in my body and that, well that just led to a night filled with passion I never knew existed.

'Honey, please bring Mikel and yourself to the Jeep.'

I sigh as my mother's gentle voice greets me, "Okay."

'Thanks dear, I don't know what happened back there but I don't want it to ruin our vacation, so please try and convince Mikel not to be too angry.'

"Sure." I end the call. Why am I always the one left with all the daunting tasks! Because you are the only one who is willing to deal with them, idiot. Honestly, just keep your mouth closed if you don't have anything positive to contribute! I snap at my subconscious. I look up to see Mikel leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, the only expression on his face being impatient. I straighten up and walk to him. "Come on, they want us to head back."

He shakes his head, "not until that woman is gone."

"Stop being childish." I sigh. Not wanting to deal with his drama. Although somewhere in the back of my mind I know I'm pissed at the gorgeous black haired beauty... even though I don't know her, I hate her for wanting Mikel... This knowledge scares me, it's far to early to be feeling anything let alone jealousy. "I just want to get this weekend over with." No, you just want the magnificent man in front of you to make love to you over and over again!

"do you really want to go back to them?"

"Yes."

"Seriously!" He glares down at me as if I've betrayed him.

"Well yes, they have the keys to the Jeep and I don't plan to be stranded here." I state blankly.

This causes a chuckle to erupt from Mikel, this surprises me. I didn't know the man had that in him. "Alright, come on little one." He straightens up off the wall and wraps a large arm around my waist. I panic momentarily but then remember no one here knows us and allow his warm arm to support me. "But first..." He trails off and I look up at him. I am unable to speak however, as his mouth instantly smashes down on mine.

Mikels tongue teases my bottom lip until I open up to him. Finally when my weak lips cave, his devilish tongue enters my completely willing mouth. Electricity courses through my body as his free hand grabs my hair and pulls back hard. We shouldn't be doing this in a public shopping centre. The battle in my mind ceases before it can even begin, when his skilled mouth trails down to the crook of my neck leaving wet kisses in it's wake.

"You smell so fucking good..." He moans.

God, I could say the same thing. I hold my own moan at bay and force myself to not completely loose my senses in his tricky game. I realise something, he only speaks so rawly when he's in a sexual position of sorts, that night and now... That is interesting. "We need to go back." I manage to breath out.

"Fine. But I will have you Lysandra... soon." He seals the threat with a marking suckle.

He pulls back and I pull my hair out to cover the marks he's undoubtably left behind. Mikel smirks at my actions and I realise I'm glad he's not angry. This time I don't allow him to wrap an arm around me and quickly rush back in the direction we'd come from. Finding the exit I spot my mother and Andrew waiting by the Jeep. Mikel is directly behind me and I see Andrews surprise when he sees his brother exit the plaza.

My mother grins and whispers something to Andrew. I disregard their curious looks and walk to the side of the Jeep. Mikel comes to help me in and I allow him too, only to regret it when his palm remains on my bottom for a couple of seconds to long. Does he want my mother to catch us! Those couple of seconds annoyingly cause my body to heat up and the region between my thighs to blaze. He slips inside and I slide across. Andrew and my mother join us and once again we're back on the road.

My mother drifts of to sleep and I notice Andrew push some wire-less earphones into his ears, probably sensing the awkward atmosphere. Once I'm sure they're both not listening I turn to face Mikel without causing to much suspicion should Andrew glance at the back seat. The nagging voice in my mind decides to grace me with it's presence; he mustn't like your inexperience, after all he took your virginity and we both know it wasn't roses and champagne. "Why are you acting so different?" I blurt out, instantly recognising how clingy I sound. Clingy... more like psycho girlfriend! I'm not his girlfriend. Exactly. I don't want to be!

It's true though, sure he's made a gesture here and there... but I remember him at the club, I remember him when he pushed into me, I remember him not being so cold. "What do you mean?" Mikel turns to face me.

I curb the urge to shout at him, after all he's the one who got me all hyped up about our proposition and continue, "on the phone you were very adamant and now you seem... distant." I cringe at the word. Distant, really. I know I could of picked something more professional.

"I'm still very adamant, Lysandra." He runs a hand through his hair... something he seems to be doing very often, I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through his almost shoulder length mane. A carnal desire suddenly takes over his body, "If your mother and my brother were not in this vehicle right now, you'd be naked beneath me with my cock slamming into your sweet little pussy." His voice is husky and deep.

I cross my legs and blush, "so it's not because... I put you off or something?" I finally allow the thought that had been bugging me out.

"Put me off?"

"You took my virginity... I know it wasn't as pretty as your other conquests." I whisper embarrassed.

"No, Lysandra, you have most definitely not put me off... in fact the exact opposite. I plan to teach you just how wonderful this arrangement can be." Although what he said lessened the nervous feeling festering in my chest, the word 'arrangement' just did not sit well with me.

***

A couple hours later Andrew parks in front of a family sized cabin, he pulls the buds out of his ears and shakes my mother awake. I jump out of the Jeep and use the door to gain balance as my heels skirt along the pebbles. Mikel grabs my bag and his before walking up the three steps to the porch and then to the front door. He lower one bag before pulling a set of keys from his back pocket. I follow him with my office bag clutched to my side.

We enter the warm cosy cabin and I instantly am hit with the smell of wood, it smells good. Mikel walks to the end of the room and up a flight of stairs, I trail behind him slower taking in the area. There's a lounge, kitchen and dinning room there are several other doors but I am unable to distinguish what they are as they are all closed. When I reach the top of the stairs I'm pleasantly greeted by a large opening and smaller kitchen area. I notice four other doors on this level.

One room is open so I walk to it and lean against the frame. Scanning this place quickly, I realise just how amazing it is, honestly so many customers would love to by this vacation home! My gut clenches while I watch Mikel pull his long sleeved shirt over his head, he turns slightly and dares me to enter with the corner of his eye. I take note of my bag next to his against a wall next to another door.

I go to take a step forward but my mothers voice stops me, "Lysandra! Andrew and I are going to buy some groceries, okay?" They're leaving!

Mikel turns to face me fully, his bare, muscular, inked chest greats me. "O-okay." I stutter back out to her. I hear the front door open and then a minute later the sound of gravel crunch as the Jeep is put into motion. Seriously my mother is practically giving me permission to do something I know I shouldn't be doing!

I swallow the spit in my mouth and lock eyes with the devilish man in front of me. Mikel closes the space between us in three quick, long strides. "Alone. Finally..."