What’s Normal Anyway?
She knew she shouldn’t be in this home but it was too tempting to not show when she received a message from the man she had been seeing now for five months secretly that he was home and free from his sport obligations.
It was obvious he was eager to see her too. His kiss was strong, so strong he nearly bit her tongue until it bled before she pulled away, her hands at his chest to serve as a warning to his strong affection. Not that she generally didn’t like it.
The rough sex, the passion, it was everything she wanted from him and he provided it with every thrust, bite and tug he could. Today’s choice of the sofa wasn’t as comforting as his California king but knowing she was strapped for time, she didn’t dare complain. Her hand simply slid up his shirt to run her nails against the warmth of the man she had missed so much in his brief absence.
The scruff of his beard rubbed against the smooth feel of her skin, his lips angled to meet her neck with a kiss and a tug against that same plot of skin as his teeth lightly gripped onto what he possessively called his.
She wasn’t sure whether it was the brief flinch she felt feeling his teeth tug a little too hard or her memory that caused her to drift and pull away from him, now staring into the eyes of a man she knew was trouble for she had been told so many times.
He wanted marriage, a house, kids, happiness…with her.
She wanted sex, passion, attention, happiness…with him.
And though maybe once upon a time the two had been on the same page, they were now on two entirely different wavelengths.
He had begun to think about life with her and without her, willing to now take the jump of leaving behind the pictured relationship he had with the other woman he called his girlfriend but treated like a disposable for the woman he was now infatuated with.
And as his kisses moved lower and lower along her skin, she couldn’t help but think about the man left behind at her home, now their home. The man who had probably spent an hour fixing her dinner only to have her come home with the peculiar smell of another man on her neck he would either choose to ignore or be too oblivious to ask about.
A shiver of guilt crept down her spine at the thought. The thought of knowing the man that was giving her his all and was waiting for her stomach to creep up into a ballooning size to represent their blossoming love would have to wait even longer, maybe forever.
What had really got her mind going made her brush her lips away from his as he leaned in for another kiss, the cool touch she was just welcoming now causing her to shy away. “Can I ask you something?”
With a disappointed groan emitting from his lips, he sighed once more and dropped his head so his lips were no longer near hers. Eventually he looked back up to the woman he had been craving, his mind thinking of other things as he waited for her lips to move. “What is it?”
“I want you to come to my company’s party. It’s no big deal. Just a fundraiser and they try and get a few big names out. I…”
He quickly interrupted her as a smile spread across his face, trying to fill in the blanks for himself before she could for him. “You told them you know me?”
“Well…no. Not exactly. I just…thought it’d be a good idea if you just show up.”
He chuckled, his head leaning back some to reveal his adam’s apple as his hand draped along the backside of the couch. “And how will you explain that? Me randomly showing up to your company party? Are you going to explain that to your boyfriend too?” There was a slight but noticeable pause before he spoke that word, always feeling the bitter taste on his tongue whenever he did reference the man that currently had the woman he wanted.
Not like he wasn’t taken himself.
“I’m not going to have to explain anything.”
“So you expect me to just show up and not speak to you?”
“Actually, that’s a great idea.” The thought of having to explain how she knew him seemed like trouble waiting to happen. “I can’t tell him I know you. His first question would be how did I meet you, a world class footballer? Am I supposed to just tell him that we met and since you’ve been trying to trap me in your bed?!”
Yes, was his first thought but he didn’t dare to say that to her. “You don’t have to even say that part. Just say we’re friends or something.”
“I would just feel better if we didn’t have to do any of that. Bring your girlfriend! Make it normal.”
It should have been obvious then to him how different their feelings were to one another. He would have never thought to bring his girlfriend around her, not fearing that he’d be disrespecting his girlfriend but instead the woman he had been secretly falling in love with ever since he laid eyes on her.
But instead she was making the suggestion that he should do just that, that she didn’t have a care in the world that he could show up with another woman. While his jealousy would rage, hers would be nonexistent because he wasn’t the man she was in love with. He was the man that simply satisfied her lustful cravings.
“Normal,” he sarcastically chuckled before speaking his feelings under his breath. “What’s normal about us?”
Sorry for my lack of posting (again and again and again). Random blurb of nothing about whoever you want it to be about.