11 comments/ 36817 views/ 26 favorites I've Got Issues By: rocketgirl2011 I've got issues. I know I do. I realize this even more as I wait for my phone to ring and when it doesn't I want to crawl into a hole and die. Okay, that was too dramatic, but you get it. This is the state I was in when I met Peter Welsh. Peter was older than me. It was obvious. I guessed he was around 45. He was around six feet tall and had a muscular build. His brown hair was short and his green eyes twinkled. I was nearing 30, but still just barely, in my 20s. I looked young for my age. I was just on the smaller side of average and had a full ass. I wore my hair natural in dark kinky waves that fell to my shoulders. I crossed my arms self consciously. I was dirty from work. Ashley had convinced me to come over to her house after work. I had protested but she swore Dan, her husband, was cooking dinner and she had already told him I was coming. Ashley and I worked at a nonprofit where we specialized in environmental work. Today we had gone out in the field to help plant trees in the forest. Cheesy I know, but important. I cut my eyes at Ashley. She had tried to set me up. She always had some little plan. She knew I wanted a relationship. I appreciated the effort, but I could've used a heads up and a shower. "Lissa, this is my buddy Pete. We work together at the firm. Pete this is Ashley's coworker Lissa." "Alissa." I corrected Dan. Dan laughed and shrugged. Pete stuck his hand out and smiled down at me. "Nice to meet you Alissa." He made sure his eyes caught mine. I blushed. If only I had known how often Pete would make me blush... "You're beautiful," he said the words reverentially. : Like I was precious. His scrutiny made me uncomfortable and I crossed my arms over my stomach. I laughed uncomfortably and moved to sit beside him. Pete and I had gone on a few dates and we realized that we had chemistry that unknown thing two people sometimes have. On our fourth date he had asked about growing up with a single mother and I had told him all about my mom. And the man who was my father. He had listened and then told me I had issues about that. "Thanks," I scoffed. "It's not bad. I'm just saying. Maybe that's why you like me. I'm older." "Pete," I moved to get up and he sat me back down. "I could help you with it. Give you what you've looked for for so long." I felt uncomfortable suddenly. Was this guy for real? I felt like I could begin to trust him, but now. Wait, was he right? I had failed at every relationship I had tried. Maybe I did have some issue with men. He ran his hand along my face touching my soft hair. His eyes grew warm and he leaned toward me. "I really like you Ali," he had taken to calling me that when I told him that was what I had gone by from infanthood until age 18. "I like you too." I smiled at him. It was true I did like Peter. He was funny and sweet and fun to look at. "Let me care about you. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He leaned in and kissed me softly. I sat very still for a moment. Then I gave myself to him. That is how I arrived naked in front of Peter in his bedroom. I had promised to see him again the following night. He asked me to stay over and I agreed. When I arrived at his door the following night he met me in a pair of loose fitting pajama pants. His upper body was fit and looked strong. My eyes crept to his shoulders and biceps; I had a little bit of a fetish. His arms were strong and defined, but not too defined. "Come in." I walked in and began to take off my jacket. "Take it all off." I laughed and turned to face Peter expecting to see his joking face. I met his eyes and my mind registered that he was serious. "Pete..." "I'm serious Ali. Take off your clothes, baby. I want to look at you." I hesitated. I knew I wasn't fat, but I wasn't exactly a super model either. I wanted to be daring and show him I was brave and sexy. I slipped my tank top over my head. Then, I stepped out of the short skirt. I quickly unfastened my bra and slowly stepped out of my thong. I stood before him. He took my hand and let me to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed as he pushed me out in front of him. "You're beautiful," he said the words reverentially; like I was precious. His scrutiny made me uncomfortable and I crossed my arms over my stomach. I laughed uncomfortably and moved to sit beside him. "Wait, wait a minute," he reached out and held me still. I giggled and he ran a hand over my hip. I sucked in my stomach. "Ali, don't, just relax. I love your body." He looked up at me. I laughed nervously and dropped my arms. I wrapped them around his neck to distract him. I leaned in and sucked his neck into my mouth. I moaned and stuck my ass out hoping to stop the conversation. I pulled back hoping to see his face relaxed in pleasure. Instead his eyes grabbed mine immediately. He took my wrist and held them down. I could feel that my little show had done something as I felt his cock twitch against my hands. "Let me look at you," he repeated. I gave in and stood up. I looked down at my feet and tried to relax. I was relieved when he reached up and touched my nipple with his finger tips. I sighed softly. As if spurned on by my reaction Peter stood and came close to me. He locked eyes with me and I prepared for a kiss. Instead he bent and kissed my nipple. I let my head fall back. He reached up and rubbed a hand on my collarbone. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I moaned. He stood up releasing my nipple with a sucking sound. He pulled me close, pressing my body to his. His hands lingered on my ass pulling me in and then rubbing. He gave my ass a quick spank and he laughed. I cuddled my head into his neck embarrassed. "Come here," he pulled me toward the bed. He sat down and pulled me on top of him. He pushed my hips down so that my pussy rubbed against his briefs. He moaned as I moved my hips around on his hardness. "You feel so fucking good," he sighed into my neck. I arched my back, hoping to feel his mouth on my nipples again. He read my cues and I moaned loudly when I felt his wet warmth around my nipple. His other hand stayed firmly on my hip continuing to move me on his cock. I was soaking wet and I knew I was making a mess all over his briefs. Peter flipped me over onto my back. I gasped as he for the first time treated me roughly. He smirked at me and then leaned on top of me. His hand found its way to my pussy and began to rub me up and down. He watched my face as his fingers spread me and then his thumb found my clit. I shut my eyes and gasped. "Open your eyes sweetheart," He whispered to me. I couldn't open my eyes. I was so open to him right now, I just couldn't. I felt a finger enter my pussy roughly and my eyes shot open. Peter smiled down at me, "I asked nicely." I moaned and kept my eyes open as he continued to finger fuck me. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his hand away from me. "Peter..." I moaned like a little brat. "Hush," He kissed me hard and then slid down my body. He pulled me on the bed so that I was on top of him. He hooked his arms under my legs and pulled my pussy to his mouth. Before I could stop him, he had my clit in his mouth and I was pushed forward, hands on the bed. "Pete," I wailed. I hated oral sex being performed on me. I know, weird, but that feeling of being so open, so unable to get away. I hate it. Or should I say, hated it. Peter held me firmly over his mouth. I don't know how anticipated the need for this position so that I couldn't squirm away. I felt the pleasure strum through my body as he let his tongue focus on my clit. He found my spot expertly and circled his tongue over and over. He moaned into my body and yanked me closer. I felt my stomach flip and I came hard on his mouth. He continue to suck at my pussy until he had enough. He carefully flipped me back over and lay on top of me. "You make me so hard," he took my hand and wrapped it around his now naked cock. He was hard and hot. My pussy felt raw and on fire from my orgasm. I hesitated. He seemed to read my face. "Don't even think about it." His voice was menacing as he crawled on top of me. I started to laugh as he spread my legs and nestled himself between them. "I'm going to wipe that smile off your face baby." "Please," I teased. With that he slid into me hard. I felt him deep inside me. I arched my back and my hands went to his hips trying to drive him away. "No," he whispered as he leaned toward me pumping into me. I felt so full, so amazing. He rubbed his hand lovingly over my head as he pushed inside me. He kissed my check. I felt something besides physical pleasure. Something I've never felt during sex. I felt it deep inside my soul. Like I cared for this guy, really cared for him and he cared for me and I just knew it. It was an insecure guess like in the past. I trusted it and I knew it. He turned my chin so I had to look at him. He smiled down at me as he pumped inside me. He leaned down and kissed me softly. He kept our kiss as he began to slam into me and I could tell he was going to cum soon. He was pushing so deep in side me. I broke the kiss and held him tight to me as I felt him cum hard inside me. We both lay still for a moment. He pumped inside a few times more, and then he rolled off of me. I looked at him. His eyes were soft and kind. He reached out to me and stroked my cheek. "Shit, I'm not on the pill." I heard my own voice, but couldn't believe I had said it. Talk about ruining a mood. Why the hell did I just say that? Peter's eyes darkened and he pulled me tighter to him. "Stop it." He said it like he was scolding a naughty child. I shook my head confused. He kissed me and held me against him. His tongue slowly explored my mouth. I opened my eyes and found he was looking straight into me. He released our kiss and cupped my check. "Stop," he whispered again. He pulled me close and pushed my head down on his chest. I told myself I'd lay there until he fell asleep, then I'd go sleep on the couch. Before I knew it, I was half asleep and still in his bed. Fine, I told myself, I'll just sleep here. I've Got Issues Ch. 02 Peter hadn't called in three days. I felt like I was going crazy. I went about my business. I cleaned my apartment three times. After our night together, I left his apartment silently at the break of dawn. I figured he'd call me later that day and we he hadn't called by that evening, I had taken to checking my phone every five minutes. By the third day of no contact, I had given up checking my phone. I had even put it under my couch so I wouldn't look at it. What had I done wrong? Was it the sex? Maybe he wasn't as into my body as he had claimed. I took a long bath that night and changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a white tank top. I sat in the corner of my couch with my Snuggie wrapped around me watching Family guy. The knock on the door startled me. No one ever really came over to my place. I had friends, but usually I went to their place. No one ever came unannounced. They knew I hated it. I got up slowly and peeked through the peephole. Peter stood at my door. He was in a suit and I could tell he had come from work. His hair was neat and his eyes were focused on my door. I opened it slowly. "Hi," I said my eyes not quite connecting with his. "Jesus Ali," he stepped forward and took me in his arms. To say I was confused was an understatement. I should be mad. I shouldn't let him hold me like this. I pushed away. "Jesus Ali?" I repeated, "You fell off the planet." I turned to walk into my place. He followed me shutting and locking the door. "You left without saying a damn word. I was pissed." He took my arm and pulled me to him. "Mature." I pursed my lips and looked into his eyes. For the first time I saw the anger in his eyes and maybe something else, like he wanted to kiss me. He took a deep breath, "Yes, I know it wasn't the best reaction. I'm sorry. I thought about you everyday, but I was so, I don't know, and that you would just leave like that..." He let his hand brush along my jaw. I turned away from his touch. "Look, I've done this game before. I don't really want to do it again." I moved backwards away from him. "What game? What are you talking about?" "Whatever this was to you," I gestured between us, "a fantasy thing to sleep with a black girl, or just experimenting. Whatever, I get it. It was fun, but I don't like to be used." I turned my back to him prepared for him to make lame excuses and then leave. I felt the tears prick my eyes and willed them away. I was use to this I told myself. This is what every other guy I'd been with was like. He didn't speak for a moment and I turned to look at him. His eyes penetrated into mine. He didn't move, didn't speak, and just looked at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He moved quickly and I didn't have to time to react. He took me in his arms and pressed his lips to my neck surprising me. "I'm not playing games with you Ali. You aren't some girl I'm using to fuck. Jesus, you drive me crazy." "Stop it, I can't handle this." I tried to push him away. I felt so confused by him. "Yes, you can. This is real Ali. I was stupid for not calling. I was hurt. I'm sorry." He tangled his hand into my curly hair. He stopped kissing my neck and looked up at me. He let his lips skim over mine. I moaned frustrated with what I was feeling inside. I wanted to believe him, but everything in me told me guys couldn't like me, treat me well. "I'm so sorry I did this. I'm so sorry that whoever it was made you feel like you couldn't be loved." I sucked in my breath when he used the l-word. I moved to turn around. He pulled me back to him fast and kissed me on the lips. "Peter, please," I didn't know what I was asking him to do. "I'm not letting you go. You're smart and beautiful and I want to hold you and make love to you..." I started to laugh. I hated that phrase, "make love." I was fairly sure I had never done that before and never would. To me sex was either rough and fast or...well, there was no other kind. "What's funny about that?" He asked quietly pressing his crotch to mine. "I don't believe in it. Sex is just sex." I shrugged and met his eyes. "Not with the right person. Like you and me." I rolled my eyes. "Let me prove it to you." His hands run up my waist, up my sides and gently over the sides of my chest. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I just stood there and let him touch me. He took my chin in his hand and moved my face to look at him. He smiled and his blue eyes sparkled at me. I couldn't help it; I had to smile back at him. "There it is." He held me closer. "I'm not used to this. I'm sorry..." "Don't apologize. It's okay. I knew this going in. I don't know why I got so mad when I woke up and you were gone." He shook his head in thought and then returned his focus to me. He kissed me softly, "Let's just forget it." I felt his warm hands touch me under my top and moaned at the flesh to flesh contact. He began to kiss me again, with a little more insistency. He sighed softly as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He gently pulled my top over my head. I saw his eyes light up when he saw I wasn't wearing a bra. He immediately let his hand slide under my shorts. He smirked at me when he felt no panties there to inhibit him. He let his fingers slip down and found my clit expertly. "Pete," I moaned. I started to take his suit jacket off. He continued to rub me as I undressed him. It was hard to focus when he was making me wetter and wetter. When I had his shirt off and his pants unbuckled, he pulled his fingers from me and took his pants off. I started to move toward my bedroom and he stopped me. "Let's stay out here," his eyes flickered. I stayed where I was and suddenly I was filled with such lust for this man. How was this man here with me, making me feel so cared for? I wanted to do something for him. I sank to my knees and pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang free and I looked at him just for a moment before taking him in my mouth. "Oh Ali," he groaned. I had been with my fair share of guys and had been told more than once that I was good at blow jobs. I had never wanted to pleasure someone more than I did right then. I licked the head of his cock and sucked it lightly before taking his whole shaft in my mouth. I expected him to push my head down on his cock, and when he didn't I started to move up and down. I sucked him a few minutes longer until I realized he was completely silent. I pulled back and looked up at him. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked down at me, "Nothing baby. It feels amazing." I continued sucking his dick, enjoying the power I had over him at the moment. As I started moving faster up and down his shaft, I cupped his balls in my hands. I felt him twitch and suddenly I was on my feet. "I don't want to cum yet." He kissed me on the mouth and I relaxed in his arms. He pulled me to the couch and I sat down. He knelt in front of me and slowly lifted my leg over his head. He had both my legs in his right hand. He used his left hand to pull off my shorts. He let his left hand explore me as his eyes never left mine. He moaned as he let his finger push inside me. He leaned forward and sucked my pussy into his mouth. I let out a soft cry. I felt his tongue push inside me. I lay my head back feeling so good. He ran his right hand up and down my legs as he ate me. After a few more moments of his tongue fucking me, he sat up and I felt my lips break into a smile. He leaned into me. "Good?" He whispered before he kissed me. I nodded. He moved my leg back so that he could fit between my legs. I felt his cock at my entrance. He pushed into me slowly. I felt like I was going to break. He used his hands to push my waist down toward him. I felt him in me completely and his pelvic bone rubbed against my clit. I started to pant. It had never felt this good. "Oh Ali," he moaned as he pumped into me, "You are so fucking beautiful." I couldn't think. I felt my clit hum as he pushed into me faster. I always thought I could only get off from rough sex and words, but Peter's whispers to me were making me so turned on. "Peter, please, oh god." He took a nipple into his mouth and started to suck on it. It was clear his goal was for me to cum. I shut my eyes and let the sensations take over. "Open your eyes baby," He pushed into me harder just for a moment so I would open my eyes, "I want you to see me. When you cum I want you to know I made you feel that good." With those words I felt my stomach spin and my body started to orgasm. I came hard on his dick as he pumped into me slowly. I looked into his eyes and he watched me come undone. "Ali you are perfect. I love you." He pushed into me all the way as he came inside me. We both lay still too spent to move. Peter moved first, pulling out of me. I felt his hardness leave me and his sperm leak out of me. "I do." He said softly. "You what?" "Love you." "Peter, we've had like what six dates?" "It's okay if you aren't ready to say it yet. We've got time. Are you happy with me?" For the first time Ali saw the strong 45 year old look insecure, vulnerable. She felt herself soften. It wasn't just about her insecurities now, but about this amazing man's feelings that cared for her. "Incredibly." She touched his face softly. He smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips. He took her in his arms and lifted her. He cared her to her bed and put her under the sheets. He crawled in beside her and held her tight. Usually she tried to get away from lovers who tried to cuddle her, but this time she fought her fear and cuddled her body into his. She sighed content and fell asleep. I've Got Issues Ch. 03 Ashley poked her head into my office at the end of the day. "How was your day?" "It was alright," I smiled at my friend and co-worker. "Just alright?" Ashley was constantly worried about my state of happiness. She knew I was predisposed to the melancholy. I shrugged. "How's Peter?" I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, "Good." Ashley smiled back, "Ooooh. Look at that smile" "Stop," I paused. "I'm seeing him tonight." "Oh." Her phone rang and Ashley waved and shut my door. I knew she was heading home for the night. I started to pack up my stuff when I heard my phone beep: text message. I knew Peter was coming over that evening to watch T.V. and that he had an overseas phone meeting until 7. I glanced at my clock, 6:45. Who could be texting me? I pulled out my phone as I made my way out of the office. Eric: Want to come over tonight? I blinked my eyes. Eric? Eric the guy who was in between relationships booty call? Eric the guy I'd known since I was 15. We had been pretty close friends and then crossed the line into having sex. Since then, we had fallen into a casual sex routine every few weeks or so. To be honest, since being with Peter I hadn't thought about him. He was my safety crutch. Not a safety net, because I knew he and I would never be boyfriend girlfriend and I really only had friendship feelings for him. There had been a time when I had thought otherwise, but Eric had solved that for me when he told me I wasn't what he thought of as date material. He had then gone on to tell me why I was perfect for him to booty call. I twirled the phone in my hand remembering how hurt I had felt during that conversation, not that I had let on. I had smiled and consented to the ridiculous half assed relationship we came to have. I rolled my eyes at myself and put my phone away. He'd get the idea if I didn't respond. Pete showed up at 7:30. He looked tired and his tie was loose around his neck. I greeted him at the door in shorts and a tank top. He had taken to calling it my uniform. "Hey babe," he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck. Since our little misunderstanding a few weeks back, we had fallen into a comfortable relationship, spending most nights together. We both understood that our jobs were demanding and didn't need to put the extra pressure on each other to entertain. We were happy spending nights watching T.V. or being on our computers separately and falling asleep together. "Long day?" I rubbed a hand up his back and he let out a sigh. "Is it that obvious?" "You just look tired. Did you eat?" I pulled away and padded into the kitchen. "I figured we could order. Don't pretend like you have food in there." He laughed watching me in the fridge. It was his joke that I never had food in the house nor did I eat regularly or anything healthy. I rolled my eyes but closed the fridge knowing there was nothing very edible inside. "What do you feel like?" He asked picking up his IPhone. "I'm not super hungry." "Ali, knock it off." He caught my eye and gave me a stern look. "Knock what off?" "I know you didn't eat dinner. Knock it off, you're eating." I shrugged and sat on the couch. He followed me and sat beside me. His hand found my bare leg as he scrolled through his phone. I switched on the T.V. "Sushi?" I didn't respond, "Sushi it is." Peter stood and made the call. I heard him ordering various things and then giving his credit card number. I was flipping the channels absentmindedly when my phone beeped. Eric: I'm kind of close. Stop by? I felt my breath catch. Shit, shit, shit. I started to respond when Peter came back in and sat beside me. He nuzzled my neck again and started to kiss me softly. Alissa: No. I'm pretty tired, sorry. I don't know why I didn't just tell him. I just kept thinking what if Pete and I didn't work out. I'd want to have Eric around for that comfort I would undoubtedly need after such a failure. "Ashley?" Peter's voice returned me to reality. "Huh?" "Talking to Ashley?" He continued to kiss my neck. I nodded. I was lying to my handsome, wonderful, loving boyfriend. Shit, shit, shit. "I better ask you before she tells you then. We have a company party. It's a summer is beginning and we have tons of money bullshit corporate party. Will you come with me?" "Oh, Ashley's told me about that party. The uh, champagne fountain party." I sat my phone down. "That is the one." "You want me to come with you?" Peter sat up straight, "Of course baby." I nodded my head and began to think about what to wear. Most of the women were wives of super successful lawyers and bought supper expensive dresses. I figured I could borrow something from Ashley if need be. "Is that a yes?" "Yes." I kissed him softly and let my tongue push against his lips. "Ali," he sighed as he pulled me closer to him. Peter pulled my leg over his lap so that I straddled him. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me. "The food will be like 40 minutes. Can we do it?" He laughed softly. "Better be quick." I lifted his shirt up to reveal his toned stomach and licked him. I crawled between his legs and undid his pants. I let his cock spring out and wrapped my lips around him. I sucked him into my mouth and began to move up and down his cock. He groaned and played with my hair. I moaned and let my hands move up his chest. "I'm not going to last long babe." He warned as his hips pushed him deeper into my mouth. I could feel his cock almost in my throat and had to take a breath through my nose. I began to move faster up and down his shaft. He held my hair tighter and I knew he was going to cum soon. I reached up and rubbed his balls hoping to taste him soon. He came with a grunt and I tasted him gush down my throat. I licked him clean as he let his fingers lace through my hair. "Fuck," he sighed as I sat back and looked at him. "Feel good?" I knew it was an insecure question to ask, but like I've said, issues here. "Amazing." He pulled me to him and kissed me. My phone beeped as he began to lie me down on the couch. I glanced and could see the name Eric glow. Shit, shit, shit. I moved quickly to grab it and check it. "Alissa," Peter was irritated. Eric: Okay. Busy all week. Maybe weekend or something. I rolled my eyes. I pressed delete and sat my phone down. Peter was looking at me quizzically. "What?" I asked. "I'm not trying to be jealous, but Ashley again? I mean it is kind of unusual." 'Unusual for me to get texts. Gee thanks." Now I got why people who cheat get angry first as a deflection. "Ali," Right as he started to talk there was a knock at my door. He hesitated then got up to get the door. I sighed. I had to get out of this mess with Eric. The night of Peter's work event I finished dressing in record time. Ashley had lent me a fabulous red dress and a pair of strappy black heels. It was a sexy outfit, but still classy. I went to the hair salon and had my hair blown out straight. It hung below my shoulders. Peter had never seen my hair straight, so I knew he would be surprised. He knocked on my door at 6:00. "Hey there," I opened the door to him and all his gorgeousness. He was wearing a fancier suit than usual with a dark blue shirt underneath. It set his eyes of wonderfully. "Holy shit," He stopped with his mouth open. I giggled. "Overkill." I grabbed my purse and spun around to leave. He stopped me with hands on my hips. "Bullshit, you look amazing. Not that you aren't always amazing, but holy shit." His eyes roamed over me. "Thanks." I looked down. "We are only going to stay at this thing an hour tops before I bring you back to my place." He raised his eyebrows suggestively and I laughed. The event was being held in a ballroom of a hotel. It was basically a morale booster for the firm and a way to make them work extra since high profile clients attended. We walked in and I noticed a few men's heads follow me. I knew I was a pretty girl, but it was always nice to get attention when you were with your boyfriend. Peter kept a possessive hand on the small of my back as we made our way over to Dan and Ashley. "Hey gorgeous," Ashley was wearing a tight black dress, very out of the ordinary for her usual conservative style. Dan had a hand around her waist and looked tense. "Hey, you look amazing." I smiled. "Yes she does, and every damn guy in this room has noticed." Dan's lips were fixed in a grimace. Ashley rolled her eyes. "Hey enjoy it, she's going home with you," Peter winked at his buddy. "Enjoy it? Are you enjoying how that dude over there is undressing Lissa with his eyes?" He gestured behind us and we all turned. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes locked with Eric's. What the fuck was he doing here? He was wearing a suit and his blond hair was messy as usual. He waved at me and winked. I felt my face blush and spun back around. Ashley noticed the panic on my face and titled her head in question. "Do you know him?" Peter tried to keep his voice casual. "Him?" I stalled buying time. "Yeah, the guy waving at you and looking like I'm the only thing stopping him from ripping your dress of," Peter's hand on my back tightened. "Oh, um, him. Oh, uh, a little." I rolled my eyes trying to look casual. Peter nodded and Dan and Ashley were quiet. I knew they were waiting for me to explain him away as a business encounter or something. It was an awkward silence. "Can I get any of you a drink?" I asked. "Champagne fountain," Ashley winked and held up an empty glass. Dan shook his head still looking grim and tightening his arm around Ashley. I dreaded looking at Peter, and when I turned to him I found his eyes locked on me. "No, thanks," He hesitantly relaxed his grip on my back. I maneuvered out of his grip and walked toward the fountain. I picked up two glasses. "Fancy meeting you here," Eric sidled up next to me. "Hi Eric," I took in his young, athletic body. He was always in good shape. He looked nice in a suit. Not as sexy as Peter, but nice. I usually only ever saw him in sweats or shorts. "You look super hot. My buddy and I were trying to figure out who you were when you turned around and I was like damn, I know her, I mean I know her." He emphasized the second know. "Eric." I warned. "I'm kidding. What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same question." "Accountant for GH Enterprises," he pointed at himself, "GH is a big client of this firm. My new promotion gets me an invite." "Congrats," I finished filling up two glasses, "If you'll excuse me." "Hold on," he grabbed my arm. I didn't have to look to know that Peter was watching. I glanced and saw him stiffen visibly. "What?" I pulled my arm out of his grasp. "I want to see you soon," he let a finger run up and down my arm. I wanted to kill him. "No." "No?" "Yep, just no. I'm not interested." I took a sip of my champagne and stepped out of his reach. I felt the hand on my back and knew Peter had followed me over. "Babe, we were missing you." I turned and saw that though Peter was speaking to me, his eyes were fixed on Eric. Eric smirked and crossed his arms. "I'm coming. I was just saying hello." "Peter Welsh." He stuck out his hand. Eric took it. "Eric Reinhart. I'm familiar with your name. I'm over at GH." Peter nodded firmly, "Yep, I'm the main contact." Fuck, I thought. "Well nice to see you Eric. Take care." "Sure Lis. I'll text you," he winked. I let Peter turn me and lead me back toward Ashley and Dan. He was quiet as I handed Ashley her drink. We spent the next half hour talking with Dan and Ashley and not with each other. I felt so nervous by the look I had seen in his eyes when Eric had touched my arm. The car ride was silent and once we pulled up to Pete's house he threw the car in park and sat very still. "Who was he?" Peter leaned his head back on the head rest. "He was a friend. We met in high school." "Come on Ali, just tell me. Otherwise there's a reason that you're lying." I bit my lip and looked at Peter, "We kind of had this thing for awhile." "Thing?" "We would hook up sometimes." "Why didn't you just tell me that?" "Because." "Because he was the one texting you?" I nodded. "Why did you lie?" "I was embarrassed." "Of what?" "The relationship I had with him. I thought you'd think less of me." "That's stupid." My eyes welled up. Peter never said things like that to me. I knew he was angry at me, but still. It wasn't like I had actually cheated on him. "I know." "Don't lie to me. I know you have issues that you're working out, but to be honest, everyone has relationship stuff and let's say mine has a lot to do with lying and cheating." "I'm sorry." "When I saw him touching your arm..." he trailed off. "I'm sorry." I repeated. He turned to look at me. I kissed him softly. "I know." He kissed me back. His hands grabbed my face and he kissed me harder. I let my hands trail all over his body and heard myself moan. "You look so amazing. I just couldn't stand another man touching you." "I only want you," I gasped as he bit my lip. "Say it again," he whispered against my mouth. "I only want you." "Come on," he leaned across me and opened my door then made his way out of the car. We fumbled our way up to his condo. He pressed me against the kitchen counter. His hands were rough on my skin and demanding. I knew he was proving something to me, to himself. He kissed my neck hard and sucked the skin into his mouth. I moaned his name. His fingers lifted my skirt in record time and he lifted me onto the counter. His fingers found my slit expertly and plunged inside me. I gasped. "Peter," I moaned. He growled and started to fuck me with his fingers. "Tell me you want me." He whispered in my ear. "I want you Pete; I want you to fuck me." His thumb found my clit and began to circle it quickly. I felt my body tense up as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. He removed his fingers, but kept his thumb on my clit as he undid his pants. He pushed his cock inside me and I exploded on him. "Oh, Ali, fuck." He began to pump inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and let him take me. I knew he needed this. "Fuck me Pete." I moaned. He grabbed my ass and pushed deeper inside me. "Tell me...tell me..." he didn't finish his thought, but I knew what he wanted. "I love you, Peter. I only want you." He grabbed my chin with his hand and looked in my eyes. "Say it again." He said breathlessly as he pounded into me. "I love you." I gasped. He kissed me hard and came inside me. He stayed inside me a moment longer as his breath became more steady. He pulled out of me and lifted me with my legs around him to the bedroom. He lay me down on the bed and then snuggled in around me. "I mean it. I love you." I said again feeling the emotion under the surface. "I love you too Ali." He kissed my neck.