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The Unwritten Rules Ch. 01

By: Naughtily_Written



Diary Entry 16/01/2012

They say as boys grow up all they think about is sex and pussy. Seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, it's always on their minds. 

In this case, the boy is a girl and that hot juicy pussy is a long, hard dick. But not just any ol' dick. Oh no!

There's one special dick belonging to one special man I desire. 

A forbidden man. 

A man who sees nothing of the quavering mess of desire I hide as my pussy pants and sucks at emptiness, my mind playing a high definition cinematic portrayal of me sinking at his feet and worshiping his shaft. Never has he suspected the fantasies I harbor of stroking and licking his masterful cock until his thick cum erupts onto my waiting tongue. 

Why would he when I play the role of unassuming friend in his presence only to stroke between my thighs as his name whispers on my trembling lips behind closed doors?

No one else does. 

And that's the way it will stay until the day my inner lioness roars to life and confesses the salacious nature of my feelings. But while she lays dormant, I vow to suck his cock clean and be a dirty, dirty girl in the dark recesses of my mind! 

****

"Hey! Get your lazy behind out here or I'm going to drink all the coffee."

The threat makes me sit up in bed just as the annoying tool that signals morning beeps. My head instantly shrieks a protest and my eyes close against the light coming through the open window, the curtains blowing in the warm breeze.

I closed them last night.

Grumbling at Yuri's sneakiness, I automatically slap at the alarm clock like I did a few minutes before and flop back onto the mattress, pulling my pillow over my head.

A consummate night owl, "not a morning person" does not begin to describe my temperament most mornings and I am downright cruel without that first sip of coffee. Therefore, it is no surprise that I have been late for more than one appointment in my lifetime.

My roommate, best friend and general pain in the butt, Yuri Alvin sees it as his mission to get me out of bed and at work at what he calls a "decent hour" since we moved in together four years before.

He takes his job way too seriously. 

His only saying grace is his magnificent skills at making coffee just the way I like. That and the fact that my punctuality saved me from losing more than one client since I started my bakery/catering business last year. Otherwise no one would find the body after I was done with him. 

The soft bass of his voice comes through the half opened door as he sings slightly off tune to the oldies jam playing on the radio. I burrow my head deeper into the covers with another grumble. No one should be that cheerful in the morning even if he has a voice that can turn the entire glacial system into a giant puddle. His accent makes everything sound just a little better, something I find entirely unfair especially when I am mad at him.

"Bri!" he calls, banging a spoon against a pan.

"I'm up. I'm up," I yell the lie with as much energy as I can muster at the hour through a tiny opening in my makeshift pillow barricade. 

Just one more minute...

"Brianne, don't make me come in there."

At the memory of the last time that happened, I push the covers aside with a muttered expletive. I will never look at a water pistol the same way again but then, neither will Yuri thanks to the split lip he earned for his efforts.

Feet safely encased in big bunny slippers, I throw a robe over the large T-shirt with an "I'm Tripping You If Zombies Are Chasing Us" warning across the front and lumber across the room. I am tempted to go out there with what was sure to be poofy hair and funky morning breath but female vanity pushes common sense at my still sleeping brain and I cross to our shared bathroom down the hall. 

I do not glance in Yuri's direction. If I see the smile sure to be on his face, the Miami homicide statistics will be up a notch.

Teeth brushed, the boogers cleared out of my eyes and a few brush strokes through my shoulder length curls later, I cross the length of the apartment. The kitchen and living room are separated by a horizontal island where Yuri leans, his bare feet stretched out in front of him and his fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee. 

Amber colored eyes twinkle behind small framed glasses as his lips twitch suspiciously. He passes me a cup of coffee which I take gratefully and says, "Good morning, sleepyhead. I see your sunny morning disposition isn't improving any."

Ignoring him, I adopt his pose and take that first sip.

There are certain things that make life worth living and though I have been told my priories are whooped, coffee is definitely near the top of my list. My eyes roll back in my head and I moan as the black liquid sweetened by precisely two cubes of sugar hit my tongue. The taste, the aroma, the rich, dark color, the kick that powers every single cell every time I take a sip, I love everything about coffee. It is my addiction and I freely admit it.

Yuri's chuckle forces my eyes open. 

Full length jeans cover his long limbs and an unbuttoned plaid shirt is folded over his forearms. From his belly button, a thin line of hair runs down to disappear into the low hanging pants. His chest is smooth otherwise, the hardness of his pecs decorated by two small brown nipples.

Suddenly I feel far more awake and my cells stirred with heat that has nothing to do with coffee. Ignoring the sensation, I continue to study him under a hooded gaze.

The tanned quality of his skin shows his mixed heritage. Born to a Brazilian mom and a father of Jamaican descent, Yuri was born and raised in Maryland. His family moved to Miami when he was nine years old. We met in the fifth grade and have been best friends since I kneed a bully in the nuts for knocking him down. 

His eyes are darker now though the teasing smile still plays along his lips. I notice the way he smells then. Hot, clean male and forest scented soap. It laces with the vapors coming off my cup and makes it brighter, more potent. Hundreds of times more addictive.

"In the land of the living yet?" he asks with a flash of straight, toothpaste commercial teeth that took years of orthodontist visits to perfect.

"Barely," I groan and take another sip of coffee. "Why does it feel like I only closed my eyes a few minutes ago?"

"Maybe because you went to bed late last night?" he gestures at my still open laptop and notes lying on the couch. "These last nights are bound to catch up to you."

"I had to take care of some last minutes details for a corporate event Lovely and I are catering later."

Lovely St. Rose is my business partner and friend. Quite obviously the talent of our small business since I can't boil an egg without running the pot dry, Lovely left the business end of things to me and we've made quite a growing success out of what so many doomed a failure.

"I'm glad business is doing so well but it's okay to take some down time, you know." He lightly bumps my shoulder with his and sends me a worried look.

"I know. I just really want this to work. I'm finally taking control of my life and-" I stop my tirade quickly as he watches me quietly. "I'll take a vacation soon, I promise," I finish in a tone that is too bright even to my ears.

"I'm proud of you, kiddo. You know that, don't you?"

"I know."

He is one of the few people who believed I could do this.

"Good." He bumps my shoulder again and steers me toward our small dining table. "I saved you some breakfast," he says, getting a plate from the microwave.

My stomach grumbles at the smell of bacon and eggs. "God, you're too good to me. What would I do without you?" I moaned, biting into a crispy piece of bacon.

"I think you'd do okay. Besides, you're too easy to please," he replies, sitting in the chair opposite me.

"Says the man who gets excited every time a new episode of Man Caves comes on."

A consummate geek, Yuri is an avid gamer, anime watcher and all around computer expert, his job as a network security administrator a testament to the fact. Absolutely horrible at fixing anything that did not come with software, he got his alpha male fix by watching the DIY Network religiously but especially loved that show.

"Hey, that's a really good show," he protests with a wounded expression. "You have to admit it's extremely informative and I swear that cabinet came with all the wrong screws."

Last week, he gave into the sudden urge to build something and bought a ready to assemble cabinet for the office we shared. After hours of grumbling, he admitted defeat and allowed me to help. We finished three hours, several bumped knees and lots of swear words later and still have several screws left.

"If you say so." Liberally buttering my toast, I took a bite. "You missed it last night, by the way. I tivoed it for you. Was everything okay? I didn't hear you come in."

He usually called when he was going to be late.

"Thanks. I got caught up at work then Berry and I went back to her place."

"Oh," I say, averting my gaze.

He has been dating the aspiring model for the past two months. She is a tall, ebony goddess with an ass that made even the female population have to take a second look. Every time we happened to be in the same room, which was not often, she always placed a possession hand on Yuri and sent subtle glares my way. It is a scenario I am used to. While Yuri's nerdy persona put off many girls in high school, his sudden physical transformation from pimple faced and scrawny to tall, dark and handsome got him noticed more often than not now. 

"Did you wait up?" 

At his tone I look up and the intensity of his gaze traps me.

Always.

Pushing the stray thought away, I snort, "I've got better things to do, Yuri."

"Well, excuse me," he says, his stare still too intense for my comfort. I am ready to squirm in my seat when he releases me and glances at his wrist. Standing, he states, "I've got to get to work."

He stands and heads for the bathroom. I look down at my breakfast to avoid looking at the way his jeans mold his behind. I have almost been caught on one to many occasions.

"We're out of milk and eggs. Can you get some on your way home?" Yuri calls as he emerges bare chested. I stuff a forkful of eggs in my mouth, thankful when he disappears into his bedroom.

"Sure," I yell back around the eggs. 

"We still on for tonight?"

It's our tradition to watch a movie together at least one Friday every month. Though we can simply stream something on Yuri's outrageously large flat screen television, we like to do it the old labor intensive way and search through the video store for good DVDs. It is amazing how hard those are to come by.

"Yup but we're not watching another zombie or end of the world movie," I informed him, not having to wait long for his expected outburst. 

"Aw come on, Bri," he whines, popping his head out of his room. "How can you not love all the gush and gore. That's the mark of a good movie."

"No, that's just a recipe for giving me indigestion."

He rolls his eyes before he disappears again. "God, you're such a girl."

"Keep the insults coming and we'll be watching The Notebook again."

"Uhhh," I hear the fear in that long drawn out syllable and smirk. "You're such a man?"

I laugh and he joins me.

A long sleeved fitted tee replacing the shirt, boots on and laptop bag sling from shoulder to hip, he emerges minutes later as I get up to rinse my dishes. Gathering the keys to his jeep, he stuffs his pockets with other little essentials. Looking at his watch, he points a stern finger at me. "You have exactly thirty three minutes to get to work. Don't be late."

"Yes, dad."

"And don't kill anyone on the way there either," he says, referring to my driving skills which even I have to admit is a hazard to the general population on the best of days.

"Ha ha," I reply sarcastically. "Really funny."

He takes a half bow. "I do my best."

Dodging my halfhearted tap, he kisses the tip of my nose- a habit he developed in our high school years-and heads for the door. It closes softly behind him.

In the bathroom, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Red shoulder length hair, green eyes, freckles over my cheeks, a combination someone once called totally unmemorable. At five foot two inches on plump female, I know I am no bombshell but I am comfortable with me, a process that took me many, many years to achieve.

Taking my robe off, I place it on the hook behind the door and pull the cotton over my head. The bikini panties came off next and as I place the items in the laundry basket I spot Yuri's plaid shirt.

Bringing the material against my face, I inhale and let myself dream.

****

He comes in shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned and riding low. Just as always, he was nude beneath and the head of his erect penis peeks above the lowered zipper. It glistens and I can almost taste the spicy heat of him. 

I lick my suddenly dry lips.

His eyes follow the movement with an intensity that echoes loudly and mimics the too fast beating of my heart.

Caught in his spell, I watch his confident strut as he leisurely invades my space. His scent is heady, making my inner walls flutter wildly. His eyes blaze over me in a hot, possessive sweep and I feel like the sexiest woman alive. My nipples pucker in reaction and a warm flush spreads from head to toe. 

He stops a few inches away. Holding my gaze, he tangles his fingers in the slightly darker curls manicured into a neat line at the top of my mound. His middle finger separates my nether lips on a path that leads to my gushing well. The roughened skin trails over my clit. 

I grab the edge of the vanity to keep me from melting into a puddle and bite my lips.

His fingers come away dewy with the evidence of my arousal. He trails his fingers across my thigh, up over my quavering tummy and over the full cups of my breasts, leaving a shiny line in their wake. Drawing circles around my nipples, he coats them with the creamy substance. "Been thinking about me?"

The digits trail back down to my sex. My hips strain into his touch and he penetrates my core with deliberate slowness. "You know I have," I pant.

"I've been thinking about you too." He pulls his finger back only to return with a second.

"Yeah?" is all I can manage. I widen my stance and he pumps his fingers into me, his thumb tracing a small distance away.

"Oh, yeah. I can never get you out of my head, to tell you the truth." With a twist of his wrist he somehow reaches deeper, touching a spot I did not know needed touching. "When I'm away from you all I think about is being near you again. To smell you. Taste you. Touch you. I go crazy with wanting you and only the thought of spreading you wide and fucking you until your voice goes hoarse from screaming my name makes this need bearable."

"Oh God!" My wombs contracts with that first ripple signaling my imminent climax.

"Does knowing I can't get the very essence of you out of my head make you want to cum? Does knowing my cock is always full and ready to sink into your tightness make you hot?"

"Yes, Yuri. Yes."

"But you'll wait, won't you, baby?" He leans down and licks at the reddened tip of my right breast, his fingers suddenly curving at just the right angle. "Wait until I say that hot little pussy can cum?"

I lift to my tippy toes in reaction and he follows, his tongue expertly working my nipple, his fingers fucking me harder.

"Won't you, Bri?"

"Yes," the whisper trembles from my lips but I feel the contractions start deep and my muscles tighten in anticipation.

Yuri's chuckles softly and removes the exquisite pressure. 

"You naughty little lair," he proclaims, capturing my lips in an unexpected movement that was both punishing and coaxing. Unable to deny his claim, I can only moan and enjoy his mastery.

He cups my behind and lifts me onto the wooden surface, stepping between my thighs. He takes his mouth away just as quickly as he gave it and sinks until his head is level with my womanhood. 

His eyes teasing me, he licks a playful pattern just above my bud, his breath just feathering over it. Pushing my legs higher, he kisses the insides of my thighs, gently sucks my soaked lips, everything but places his mouth where I needed him most. All the while he praises me, encouraging more moisture to escape my core and drip down my ass cheeks.

My head falls back onto my shoulders, banging on the mirror, and knot my fingers in his hair. My nerves clamber for more but I am unwilling to give up the sweet torture just yet.

Just a little more...

I tremble and thrash beneath him until I can't take anymore. "Please, Yuri."

"Tell me what you want." His fingers penetrate me on the same breath.

"Oh god, Yuri! You're killing me." I push my hips against his face but he still tortures me with the too soft touches.

"Tell me," he commands.

"More. I want more."

"You need to do better than that, sweetheart."

"My clit. I need your tongue on my clit. Yes, right there."

Holding the puffered lips open, he exposes my throbbing bud and devours it. It is not long before the pleasure begins to spiral out of control again but something keeps me from leaping that final inch and I beg, "I need more, Yuri."

His eyes say he understands and without preamble a wet finger penetrates the tight ring of muscle between the globes of my bottom. Fingers and tongue lovingly lashing me in just the perfect balance, he breathes the words I need to hear and I become undone.

"Cum for me."

****

Braced against the vanity, I cum and cum, feeling the thick drops run down my thighs.

Too soon the pleasure starts to retreat so, eyes squeezed shut, I imagine Yuri standing to his full height, one hand still finger fucking me. His cock free from its confines, he fists the length and jerks at it with furious strokes. My hand joins his and he spews thick globs of his semen onto my stomach.

I cry out Yuri's name and my knees buckle as my climax takes on a new intensity.

My vision slowly loses its glazed quality and I rise, the pink-cheeked image in the mirror staring back at me sending a shiver down my spine. The flush extends to my breasts and lower. My eyes are too bright and my hair is mussed again.

"God, what if Yuri were to see you?" I ask the reflection. Irrationally, a fresh stream of moisture runs down my thighs. Turning away with a snort, I step into the shower and I turn the head onto the highest setting.

My secret obsession with Yuri started almost two years ago when walked in on him while he was having sex with his main squeeze at the time, a blonde whose language made sailors blush. Lyn, I think her name was.

After a dismal date with a man still obsessed with his ex, I came to the apartment early and found them going at it like there was no tomorrow. Lyn's bottom held off the bed and her legs spread wide over Yuri's arms, the woman begged him to fuck her harder as her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts. 

His cock was long and thick, so much so it looked like it hurt to receive but nothing but ecstasy showed on every inch of female flesh beneath him. Though covered by latex, the contrast of his dark length stretching the pink pussy was as arousing as the way he worked the mammoth tool into her.

The look of rapture on her face as she orgasmed almost sent me over the edge as well. As it was, I must have made some sort of sound and alerted them to my presence. While Yuri acted like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Lyn invited me to join them.

I escaped into my room with a mumbled, "No thanks," and have not been able to forget his cock since them. It showed up in my dreams, both awake and asleep. 

It is secret I go through great strain to keep and only the pages of my brown leather diary knows the need I hold for my roommate. 


The Unwritten Rules Ch. 01



Pushing my lusty thoughts to the back of my mind, I finish my shower and towel myself off quickly. In my bedroom, I pull on a pair jeans and tank top. Adding just a touch of makeup, I force my hair into a messy bun. I am pushing my feet into flat sandals when my cell phone beeps from the night stand. I rush for it. Yuri's name is displayed across the screen. "Yeah?"

"Okay lazy bones, I know you're still in the apartment. This is your ten minute warning. Lovely will tell if you're late and you know what that means."

None of his coffee for a week.

My coffee making skills are far worse than my cooking. "You sick fuck."

He hangs up with an evil laugh.

"Dammit," I muttered as I hurriedly gather my essentials and rush out the door.



The Unwritten Rules Ch. 02



Please read Ch. 01 to avoid confusion. 

**

Dairy Entry 05/09/2012

I've heard love makes everything sweeter; holding hands, staring at each other across the dinner table, sex...

All the romance novels say so. So do the movies. Even strangers who can't wait to share their own experience with it.

I've never had sex with someone and not felt dirty afterward, like there is slime slowly seeping into my skin and the only course of action is to enter the nearest shower.

Is it different when you're in love and someone loves you back? Is there really caring in a man's touch that exists outside what the book and movies say? 

I don't know but I can imagine it. Image a man's eyes darkening at the sight of my body, worshiping not mocking. I can image his touch on my breasts, on my thighs, on my pussy, with nothing but my pleasure in mind as his cock strains towards me. Straining because he thinks I am that unique gem that only he can claim. Because everything about me bewitches him; the need in my eyes, the desire in my touch, the smell of my heat.

I hunger for a passion like that. 

But love means trust and I'm afraid that I've already used up my stock of that particular ability.

But I can still dream. Can I?

****

I pull into the parking lot of the mall with a screech of wheels six minutes late. My cell chirps from my purse and I answer. 

"Don't you dare take away my coffee," I warn, thinking it was Yuri.

"Excuse me?"

I close my eyes and curse myself for not looking at the caller ID. "Hello, mother."

"You know I don't like it when you call me that. It makes me feel old."

How could I forget? If there is one thing my mother hates, it is the mention of anything that reminds her of her near fifty age. She spends a fortune every year making sure every wrinkle and blemish is swiftly dealt with. 

"Hello, Marine," I say obligingly.

"You don't sound happy to hear from me," she whines.

"Of course I'm happy to hear from you," I interject as much joy into the lie as I possibly can. "I'm just really busy right now."

"Too busy to talk to the woman who spent fifteen hours in labor giving birth to you for a few minutes? Really Brianne, I'm starting to think you're avoiding me."

What gave me away?

I am not given the chance to say anything before she rushes on, "Put me on video. I have something to share with you."

"I can't-"

"Please, dear. It will only take a few minutes."

"Fine."

She is still in bed with a healthy piece of her cleavage hanging out of a black lingerie piece. Her short, black hair is tousled and though the rest of her makeup is gone, she found the time to put on lip gloss. Tall and willowy, my mother and I look nothing a like apart for the color of our eyes. It is one the many disappointments she voiced while grew up.

"I'd like you to meet someone. This is Jean-Pierre. He's French."

The camera shifts.

The man reclines on the bed. Hair cut short to his head, his hands are behind his head in an overly exaggerated pose. The black briefs are skin tight and he is obviously aroused.

The camera shifts back to my mother. She is fanning herself. "Isn't he delicious? I think I'm in love." 

That's what she said last month about the Jamaican boy she picked up on vacation. There is really no other way to describe him since he is five year younger that I and loves cartoons as much as he loves sex. These were my mother's words, not mine, when she broke it off with him.

"This woman is an absolute vixen." Jean-Pierre leans over and French kisses her.

I turn my head away but the sounds of their make out session still abuse my ears. 

I cannot remember a time when my mother was not flirting or throwing a party that included all the A-listers. She loves fashion and lives life vivaciously. She loves men even more. It was a constant topic of arguments between her and my father during their almost ten year marriage. 

I never understood why they married. They had nothing in common and spent more time avoiding each other than anything else.

Since the divorce, Marine has made a hobby out of collecting boy toys. Jean-Pierre will be replaced with some other exotic looking fellow soon. I don't think he will be heartbroken though. These men use my mother as much as she uses them.

"Oh, Annie. Don't be such a prude."

A peek ensures all tongues are back in their rightful places.

"I am very happy that you're happy, Marine, but I really have to get to work though."

"Oh pish posh, you have plenty of time for that later. You'll never guess who I ran into last week."

The sound of my teeth grinding echo loudly in my head but in my book of private commandments, it still says Thou shall not curse thy mother even when she is being a pain in the rear. So I asked, "Who?"

"Guess." Jean-Pierre is whispering something in her ear and she giggles like a school girl. 

Her hand moves out of view and he laughs against her neck, whispering, "Don't stop. I love when you do that."

Eww! I do not even want to guess what that hand is doing. "Marine, if you're busy, we can talk another time."

Her hand comes back into view and she gives me an innocent look. Jean-Pierre sighs sadly and moves out of the frame. "Oh no, you're not getting away that easy. Now guess."

I rub a hand over my forehead, a headache developing around temple. "I have no idea."

She pouts. "Come on. Just one guess." 

I hear the shower start across the connection.

"Santa Claus?"

She throws me an exasperated look. "Really, Annie. Do you have to be such a spoil sport?"

I am reaching for the bottle of aspirin I keep in the glove compartment when she squeals excitedly, "Karim."

I freeze at the mention of my ex-husband. Anger immediately fills up the emotional blank that comes up whenever he is mentioned.

"You two made such a lovely couple," Marine sighs, clearly oblivious to my mood. "Really, Brianne, how could you let such a good man go?"

I can no longer stomach this conversation. "Goodbye, Marine."

I hang up on her stutter.

My commandments specify nothing about that.

I swallow two of the pills and rest my head against the seat. In and out, I take calming breaths. 

I open my eyes at the sound of crying and see a mother dragging an irate toddler behind her. I figure I am having a better day than the poor woman by the look on her face. So with my game face on I gather my stuff and hurry across the parking lot, a drop of sweat running down my back. Already the day promises to be a scorcher.

A climb to the second floor of the building and I push open the door to Dessert by Lovely. 

The harmonious scents of cinnamon, chocolate and vanilla perfume the small café-styled bakery. Furnished with only a few tables, the space is already full with customers, most of whom I know by name and greet on the way to the back.

I pause at the counter which is artfully lined and stacked with various cakes, pastries and chat with cashier and server, Myra Collins for a few seconds. Perky to a fault, the nineteen year never fails to infect me with her perpetual good mood.

I enter the back area where the shared office and kitchen are. A mixture of old and new appliances, the kitchen is a baker's dream I'm told.

I greet the two people busy decorating several trays of cupcakes. Fresh out of high school, baking assistant, Bram Filton answers me immediately but his love-struck gaze does not leave the woman standing next to him. 

Currently colored blonde streaked with royal blue, her hair is hidden beneath a black bandana and her eat-anything-she-wants-and-not-gain-a-pound body is clothed in faded jeans and a tight tee. Her beloved apron which no one is allowed to touch is in place, new stains mingling with the old.

Lovely's love for her craft is second to none. Her concentration is absolute and she barely notices my arrival, only a halfhearted mumbling signaling she heard me.

In the two-desk office, I upheave my load, boot up my desktop and start making phone calls. With the function that afternoon, the day is bound to be busy. Just the way I like it. 

I am on the phone with the delivery company when Lovely comes in. She places a cupcake in front of me. It looks almost too pretty to eat but I never decline one of Lovely's creations. My stomach grumbles impatiently and I realize it is already after noon. 

She flops into her chair with a tired sigh but her eyes are glowing and her cheeks are flushed. She is the only woman I know who looks like she had an orgasm after cooking for hours straight.

I hang up and immediately reached for the treat. I moan at the first bite, only opening my eyes when she says, "Everything's all packed up and ready to go."

I take another bite, sad to see half the cake already gone. "They're going to love it. You've out done yourself yet again, Lovely."

"Hmm."

I am expecting the usual cocky response and I frown at her. "Hey, you okay?"

She looks at me for a second and opens her mouth before closing it sharply and looking away. "Just tired. Haven't gotten much sleep lately."

"Is that all?"

A half smile curves her lips but it does not reach her eyes. "What else would there be?"

I am not buying her nonchalant act but I know prying information out of Lovely until she is good and ready is next to impossible. I play along though. "Your new fling too much for you to handle?"

Though I have not seen her with anyone new but with Lovely you never know.

"Girl, please. The day I find some to keep up with me is the day I get married."

Spoken like a true commitment phobe.

We laugh.

Stuffing the last of the cake into my mouth, I rise and say, "Time's a wastin'. Let's go make us some dough."

Lovely rises with a mock sigh and replies, "God, you're such a taskmaster."

I throw a grin her way. "And don't you forget it."

****

The day is almost at an end and I ache in places better left unmentioned. The high of the success of the day makes it impossible to keep a smile off my face though. Only a handful out of the hundred plus guests linger and the staff and I are busy packing up.

A crash makes me look in the direction of the kitchen and I see Lovely standing there, a broken dish at her feet and her face ashen. I look to where her horrified gaze is directed and do a double take. 

Tall with dark hair falling into his eyes, the stranger is sex on a stick with extra sprinkles on top and he looks just as shell shocked before his lips curve into a predatory smile. 

I look back in Lovely's direction to see only the tips of blue streaked blonde hair disappearing into the kitchen. I hurry after her, glad to see one of the waiters already cleaning up the mess. 

The noise makes it easy to locate Lovely. She is placing cooking utensils in their packing case with more force than necessary. The rest of the kitchen staff give her a wide birth and send me worried looks.

I put my hands on hers and she stops. They're trembling. "Are you alright? Who the hell is that?"

She keeps her back toward me and says, "He's... he's no one." 

The lie is obvious but quiet tremor in her voice worries me more than anything. From the beginning of our friendship Lovely has been a pillar of strength with a smart mouth that turns most people off. The fact that her reply was not snappy or sarcastic is a dead giveaway to her mental state. "Lovely, come on. What's the matter?"

"I said he's no one. Let it go." She tries to shake off my grip.

Lovely is a very private person. Our friendship spanned four years and what little I know about her background leaves me with the impression of her rough childhood. Whenever I pushed for more, she becomes defensive and I back off.

I am not willing to this time. "Not until you tell me what's going on."

With a violent move she turns to me then. Unshed tears give her eyes a glazed look, highlighting the anger, pain and something I cannot identify in them. Something that places an ache in my chest.

Whatever she was going to say dies a quiet death as she looks over my shoulder and alerts me to the new occupant in the room.

He walks toward us with deliberate steps that remind me of a wild cat stalking its prey. The intensity of his gaze is electrifying yet terrifying even though the focus is not on me. 

"No one, Lovely?" His voice is unexpected. Rough and slightly hoarse, totally at odds with his look of polished sophistication.

"That's right. No one." 

I hear the Lovely I know and love then. Strong, independent and mocking.

"Are you going to tell these people how no one has been trying to track you down for the last week? Are you going to tell then I asked you to marry me and you ran away?" He tsks, "I never took you for a coward."

"Oh please. You're just feeling sorry for poor, damaged Lovely. When the woman you want, that society princess who says and does all the right things comes along, you'll thank me for turning down your silly offer."

"Thank you? So, you think you're doing me a favor? I love you, Lovely."

Her palm jerks in mine at those last words and the vulnerable woman I glimpsed at before is back, a tear escaping her control. "Oh, Jared. Don't do this."

"Do what? Want you? Need you? Love you? Too late, sweetheart."

He is so close now I can smell the heat coming off him. He takes Lovely's hand out of mine and pulls her closer. Their eyes locked, he wipes the tear away and cups the back of Lovely's head, saying, "I told you, my love, I don't give up until I get what I want. And that's you. It's always been you and I'll be damned if I let you get away from me again."

He kisses her.

The gesture is not rough or forceful yet there is no doubt everyone in that room feels the power of it. There is no resistance on Lovely's part. Her fingers clench the front to his suit as he molds her closer against him, their tongues mating with sensual abandon. The sight is explicit and far too arousing for me to stay unaffected.

I look away and clear my throat when it seems they have no intention of coming up for air.

"Come with me," he says

Lovely does not look away from him. "I have to go, Bri. I'll explain later."

"Are you sure?" While the scene is touching, I have no idea who this person who morphed my friend into someone unrecognizable is.

"Yes... I think so."

He wastes no time sweeping her out of here and all I can think is What just happened?

Lovely has a lot of explaining to do.

****

"I've never seen her like that before."

Yuri and I are sitting on the couch, the box of delivered pizza between us as I relate Lovely's romantic drama. 

"You worried about her? I mean, this guy can be anyone."

I remember the look in the man's eyes, the power of it, and I know he would not hurt Lovely. At least not in a physical way. Experience has taught me that emotional wounds hurt far more than physical ones though. "I am a little. I'll call her tomorrow to make sure she's okay."

He nods, indicating the last slice of pie and I shake my head. I am stuffed.

"Anything else happen today?" he asks, biting into it.

He licks some sauce off his bottom lip and reflexively I mimick the action, barely stopping myself from leaning across the space separating us. His eyes catch mine and I immediately look down, suddenly finding the tiny hearts on my lounge pants very interesting. "My mother called to show off her new boyfriend."

"Ah."

That's all I needed to say. Yuri is well aware of the history between my mother and I, and my feelings regarding her.

He stands, picking up the empty box and I follow suit with our dirty dishes. We share the clean-up chore before I head back to the living room to retrieve the night's movie.

"What did you get?" Yuri asks me as he prepares popcorn.

"Don't worry. It's not a chick flick," I reassured. "I have never heard of this movie but the guy at the counter said it's a really good action thriller. Something about a cop going rouge to save his former lover from a criminal mastermind."

"Oh, thank God," Yuri sighs, emerging from the kitchen with a larger bowl, a packet of my favorite bite size candies and two bottles of water.

With a roll of my eyes, I grab the DVD from my purse and place it in the player. Lights dimmed, Yuri places the treats nearby and drops his weight next to me.

The opening credits begin and the light flashes across the plane of Yuri's face. He'd changed out of his jeans and shirt and now wore a pair of plain shorts and a faded polo. He props his feet on the center table. Next to them, mine look small and dainty. The light pressure of his arm around my shoulder pulls me closer. Curling my feet beneath me, I snuggle against his side and sigh happily.

The Fridays we spend like this are a treasure to me. The companionship and easy conversation. Smelling Yuri's unique scent. Feeling the warmth and security of his body. On movie Fridays, his is all mine and though I spend the hours burning with want, I am content in a way I cannot achieve at any other time.

The movie begins with action right off the bat. Bullets and kicks fly with staged accuracy. The hero, a kid on the wrong side of the law turned cop, is Hollywood handsome with perfectly disheveled blond hair and the heroine is a modern-day independent woman with a tiny waist and a penchant for finding trouble.

I yawn and distantly feel something stroke my hair.

I wake with a start, not sure what woke me. The hand on my back does a soothing motion and I opened my eyes slowly. The television comes into focus and instantly I am slammed with desire so strong my heart skips a beat only to go into hyper speed.

The hero holds the heroine against an elevator cage, her hands above her head. She is already stripped down to her skimpy black underwear. He kneels before her and nuzzles her through the cloth, the contrast of his fully clothed body adding to the heat of the scene.

"Oh, Christian," she moans, widening her stance. "Love me like you used to."

"I want to give you softness, Margo. You deserve better than a quick fuck in an elevator. You deserve candle light and flowers. You deserve better than me." The words are uttered against her skin.

The Latina beauty brings her hands down slowly. Her gaze is at once powerful persuasion and innocent longing. She cups his face and makes him look up at her. "I have had candlelight and flowers from men who see nothing but a meal ticket and pretty face. But when I'm with you, I'm more than that. You see the whole me and I see the whole you. That's what I deserve. It's what I want."

There is a moment of silence as they search each other's eyes.

"There is no turning back," Christian says.

Margo smiles. "I know."

He takes her hands and stands.

What follows is the hottest sex scene I've ever witnessed outside my imagination on the nights my body yearns for something dark and undefinable.

He cages her against the metal enclosure, his hand on either side of her head. The kiss is carnal delight, wet and rough. Their tongues wage a sensual war, advancing and retreating in a way that copies a more basic action.

The thong is shoved to the side and Christian's finger penetrates Margo's moist heat. She breaks their kiss with a soft gasp and thrusts her hips against his fingers, whimpering incoherent words. His knuckle taps her clit and it is not long before her eyes get that glazed look and she spasms around his fingers. His hand glistens with her juices.

He brings his wet hand to her mouth and she sucks his fingers clean, her tongue twirling around the digit. The dazed look disappears, replaced by one that speaks of a woman on the hunt, fully aware of all the power she holds over the man who stands so much larger than she. She undoes his pants and his cock, ribbed and dripping, is revealed. Hooking her leg on his hip, she places him at her entrance. "Fuck me, Christian."




The Unwritten Rules Ch. 02



His cock remains poised at her entrance but he does not push in. Damn him!

I can feel the heroine's frustration, her need. My sex burns just like I image hers does. My nipples are begging for a man's tongue and my skin feels hot and itchy, like a layer of clothing I need to shed.

"Tell me you want this."

Margo nods frantically and he tangles his fingers in her hair, making her back bow sharply. 

"Say it."

"God, Christian, give me your dick. I need you."

He takes her hard. The cage rattles with the force of his thrusts. Margo's heels leave the floor more than once and he lifts her, his hands cupping her behind. The sounds they make are animalistic. Panting. Moaning. Hissing. Pleas for more.

"Let me see those beautiful breasts of yours."

Her hands are not steady as she pulls down the cups of her bra. Not too big and not too small, the globes bounced free. The centers are dark pink and stiff.

"Give them to me."

She cups and offers them to him like sacred sacrifices. He leans down and licks each stiff tip before engulfing the right one. Margo bites her bottom lip, her hooded gaze snaring his. The emotion in actors eyes are so real, I shiver with envy.

Wet skin slaps against wet skin. Margo's cream trickles from my pussy, coating Christian's cock and soon she is screaming, "I'm cumming." 

"Oh yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to feel you gush all over me," he growls.

His words clearly send her over the edge. Her face tightens and she keens loudly. 

"Oh, Jesus, Margo. Your pussy's so fucking good," he proclaims, his hips now moving erratically. He thrusts against her one last time and groans her name.

In the aftermath, Christian pushes Margo's damp hair away from her face, kissing her shoulder and neck. "I love you. From the moment we met, you been the one for me."

"I love you too."

I turn my head away from the tender display. It somehow seems more intimate than their erotic coupling. There is pang in the region of my heart. I recognize it for what it is.

Envy.

Despite trying to convince myself that my chance for love has come and gone, and my life is more than complete without it, I always feel this ache when I see couples communicate in a way that makes me know that I've missed out on something fundamental.

I become aware of Yuri heart beating beneath my ear. It is not the steady tattoo I am used to. Neither is the rhythm of his breathing. They are not overly fast but they are deeper than normal.

I notice something else as well. He is aroused. The cock that stars in my fantasies tents the loose pants.

He is just as affected by the movie's sex scene as I am.

My breath hitches before I can control myself and my hand clenches in its resting place on his abdomen. The muscles beneath ripple in reaction.

"I know you're awake, Bri."

A finger touches me chin and urges my head up.

Desire.

Unmistakably, it darkens his eyes, the barrier of his glasses gone.

I lick my lips, nervous yet excited.

His eyes drop to my mouth and I know without a doubt he is going to kiss me. He slowly meets my eyes again.

The emotion in them is so raw, it takes my breath away but still his lips touch mine with infinite gentleness. It cannot be described as a kiss. Not really. We breathe each other in. I inhale and taste the strength of his restraint. He exhales and I am filled with the need to break that control.

The moment remains poised over a precipice for what seems like forever then explodes with movement. I don't know who moved first but finding myself straddling him, my lips crushed against his. His hands are in my hair, angling my head the way he needs. My hands are grasping at skin, pushing beneath his shirt. Our teeth clash and my lips sting but it is the sweetest kiss of my life.

His cock pushes against my soaked entrance and I grind into it, hating the barrier between us. A needy sound comes from me as I follow his retreating tongue. It was his turn to groan when my tongue pushes passed his lips and tangles with his.

I jerk when his hand touches the bare skin of my tummy and break the kiss. His hand on my ass, he drags me closer and I moan when his cock bumps my clit.

"I need to taste you. Take off your top, Bri."

"Yes."

I carelessly fly the material away seconds later. Only my plain, white bra covers me but when familiar feelings of inadequacy wash over me, I am glad for its protection. I do not have the perky perfection of the actress on the television. My breasts are big and utterly hopeless in sleeveless tops.

God, put these things up before you hit someone with them.

At the remembered harsh words, my arousal plummets.

Yuri kisses the corner of my mouth, his tongue doing darting little licks. Down he goes, caressing my neck, shoulders and collar. The urgency in his touch quieted as he skims my sides and back before cupping one breast. He kisses it through the material, pulling with his teeth and soothing with his tongue. He does the same to the other and I melt into a puddle of nerve endings only bent on pleasure once more.

He looks up at me. "Take it off."

If he demanded, I would have refused. Instead, the words come out as a request, his eyes tender, and my hands lift to the clasp. The sound of cloth on skin is amazingly loud as I push the straps down my arms. I hesitate when only the cups remain but he places a kiss above them and breathes against my skin, "You are beautiful, Brianne. Show me."

I let them fall.

He does not give me the chance to feel self-conscious. He makes a rough sound and places his mouth on me. His eyes close as if he cannot help himself and sucks a healthy portion of me into his mouth. The sight is starling; his brown skin against the paleness of mine. I clutch his head to me, my breathing harsh and irregular as I drown in bliss. 

Then his hand slips over the curve of my butt, into my underwear and over the lips of my sex.

I freeze, the rush of sensation almost too much. Our eyes catch and hold when he rubs over my clit and starts a back and forth motion. He slips a finger into my slick passage. Short, slow jabs and I ride his hand. I whimper when he removes his hand only to shudder. He circles my clit with tight swipes and I strain against him, losing myself in the moment.

I bite my lip to contain the sounds trying to force their way out of my throat. He lets my breast go with a pop and licks the abused flesh. 

"Don't hold back. I want to hear you," he commands and slips two fingers back into me with a forceful drive.

My breath comes out somewhere between a pant and a moan.

His thumb on my nub, he thrusts into me over and over. His tongue pays homage to my breasts in the same increasing beat, his teeth adding a delectable bite. My stomach tightens and the muscles in my thighs tremble. The orgasm is within reach and the feeling builds and builds.

Then...

Nothing.

The ball of sensation dies suddenly, like it always does when anyone but I control the release of my body. Disappointment rises sharply. I hide my face against Yuri's shoulder, fighting the prick of tears. Out of habit, I squeeze the appropriate muscles, let out a series of low moans and breathy sighs, waiting for it to be over.

He flips me onto my back. Surprise makes me squeak. 

Butting nose with me, he snarls, "What the fuck was that?" 



The Unwritten Rules Ch. 03



Author's note:I'm sorry this part took me so long to complete. I'll try to get part 4 to you guys a little faster but I can't promise it. Hope you're enjoying The Unwritten Rule none the less!

x-x-x

Diary Entry 24/01/2013

I had the most disturbing yet erotic dream last night.

I was running through a dark forest. It did not feel like night but like the whole area was encased in a black, ominous bubble. There were chains all over my naked body. The more I ran, the heavier they became. I had no idea who or what I was running from yet I was afraid like I'd never been in my life.

Suddenly I broke into a clearing. It was warm and a beam of light shone through, illuminating the small area. There were flowers, hundreds of them and tiny insect buzzed around. In the center of it all stood Yuri.

He was nude, gloriously so, with his cock full and pointing toward his stomach.

"Come to me," he said and I left the darkness behind. The chains fell away with every step I took and ribbon-like extensions reached from behind Yuri and replaced them. They were warm as well, and soft.

Our bodies touched and as I looked into his brown eyes my fear was replaced by something I could not define, something that made me want to run away yet need to stay exactly where I was. He lowered me to the ground and the ribbon encased us in a cocoon with only the barest amount of light filtering through.

He made love to me tenderly and just as I was about to cum, he said something that I could not hear no matter how much I strained. Even though he was pressed against me, his body hard in mine, he seemed far way and I could not reach him.

I woke up with tears on my cheeks and my chest aching, feeling like I lost something precious before I had a chance to treasure it.

****

The surf tickles my bare toes. I barely feel it though the sensation is one I love. I barely see the picturesque sunrise either. My mind is a clutter and has been since I nearly had sex with my best friend two nights ago.

Just remembering has my sex clenching in wanting and my chest tightening in panic.

He is everything I thought and so much more. Tender. Masterful. Dominant yet not overbearing. All rolled up into the one man I have loved most of my life. Looking into his eyes on Friday night I was forced to admit I am in love with him. But no matter how sudden the realization, it was not surprising.

It is all the more reason to keep our relationship platonic. I cannot risk our friendship over something sure to fail. I am a broken woman and Yuri deserves so much more than a woman with far too much emotion scars. I thought them healed until that night but they are all too real and still bleeding. 

Vowing to never becoming involve with a man like my father, self-involved and withdrawn, I married the splitting image of him personality-wise. Karim Remy was a classically handsome man. His blond curls rioted around his face, giving him a mischievous air that the twinkle in his baby blue eyes promoted.

Eighteen years when we met, and so very naïve, I fell fast and hard for his cool looks and charming demeanor. His manners were exquisite and I never heard him speak in anything other than a low-pitched bass. He was the epiphany of southern gentleman.

Until our honeymoon.

My virginity was taken with callous calculation and I found out our marriage was nothing more than a business merger by our fathers. Karim had been gifted with a million dollars and a promotion in his father's company to play the doting suitor and husband. I'd been sold like a broodmare. Physically, I hurt for days after. Physically and mentally I was devastated especially after hearing my mother's response when I told her what happened. "You did not think a man like that would look your way without some help, did you?"

My father had simply commanded, "Do your duty."

With no help forthcoming from my parents and no resources of my own, I had no choice but to endure my loveless marriage. Karim took me many times after that night, never with any feeling other than contempt. I learned to retreat into myself when he did. He called me frigid and said I was unable to please a man. I took his words to heart. 

Embarrassed that I'd been so gullible, I hid the fiasco my marriage turned out to be behind fake smiles and declarations of happiness to the equally fake friends who gushed their envy that I landed such a "catch" and Yuri. I could not bear to tell him how stupid I'd been.

Soon Karim turned his lecherous attentions elsewhere and fucking me-there is no other word to describe what he did to me-became secondary to staying in the arms of his many mistresses. I was grateful when he stopped coming to my bed entirely. 

For almost two years I knew some semblance of peace until he came home drunk one night and barged into my bedroom. That night I just could not stand his touch. I announced my intention to move out and get a divorce. I had some savings from the allowance he gave me and was almost done with the degree my father insisted I get for appearances sake. The words came out of my mouth without thought but I knew it was what I wanted. That night I determined I would finally take control of my life.

My proclamation was met with the first and only time he hit me. I escaped into the rain, walking for miles until I found a payphone. I called the only person I knew gave a damn. Yuri. 

I slid down against the cold walls and hugged my knees to my chest, far too tired to cry then. He talked to me until his car pulled up to the corner with a squeal of brakes.

I pulled my life together with Yuri's help but though I physically got rid of Karim during the divorce his mocking words stayed with me, always in the back of my mind.

The sound of high-pitched laughter breaks me out of my depressing reverie and I turn to observe a couple walking hand in hand. I cannot suppress the prick of envy watching the woman's face as she tilts her head to receive her lover's kiss.

Picking up my sandals, I get up, pat the sand off my shorts and retrace my footsteps. I wonder what I'd do now, the rest of day stretching out in front of me. The beach is only a few minutes away from the apartment and as part of my plan to avoid Yuri, I'd snuck out before the crack of dawn.

I feel guilty doing it. Yuri has done nothing wrong. For a few incredible moments everything had felt so incredibly right in his arms. Then I hit that roadblock that prevents me from climaxing. I fell back on old habits and faked it. Only Yuri did not fall for my deceit. I have never seen him so angry.

It is embarrassing to remember how I burst into tears. I think Yuri was as shocked at the outburst. It's the only reason I was able to escape his grip and barricade myself in my bedroom.

I have been avoiding him since by waking up early to sneak out and coming home later, tossing a few words his way, avoiding eye contact and locking myself in my room.

If the bakery had not been open yesterday, I have no idea what I would have done. Lovely had floated in on a cloud of happy, announcing she's engaged. The diamond ring was dazzling but her smile was more so as she related the story of her childhood crush seeking her out and claiming her as his. He even showed up after we closed up shop to pick her up. He laid a kiss on her sure to fog up windows. In his expensive Volvo, passion in their eyes, they raced off and left me with my turbulent emotions. 

I am happy for Lovely. She deserves to have someone replace the sadness in her eyes with that new sparkle. But I'd be a liar if I say I am not envious. Their romance is like a fairy tale; a modern-day independent heroine reunited with a handsome, rich prince who is clearly thoroughly besotted.

So absorbed in my thoughts I almost miss the tall figure leaning against the jeep. The morning breeze plasters his cargo shorts and short sleeve plaid shirt against his body. My heart immediately begins to race. I wonder if I will ever be unaffected by the sight of him.

Leaving the sand behind, I step onto the road stretch leading to the apartment building. He uncrosses his arms and legs and closes the distance between us. His expression gives nothing away. For a while we just look at each other until he says, "Hi."

"Hi."

He pulls me close and I sag against his hard chest, suddenly feeling very tired. I bury my nose against his chest, inhaling his clean scent.

Brushing my hair away from my face, he lifts my head with a finger under my chin and kisses my forehead. I smile a little at the familiar gesture, glad to see the mask lifted.

"Let's get some breakfast."

I nod and follow him to the jeep.

****

We are sitting in a small café, breakfast gone. My fingers are wrapped around my second cup of coffee and Yuri is sipping on fruit juice. We have said little to each other since sitting down.

"So tell me why you've been avoiding me."

I look down at the dark liquid and say, "I'm sorry."

He pries the fingers of one hand off the mug and joins them to his across the table. His thumb makes small circles on the back of my hand and I shiver. Hopefully he does not notice my reaction. 

"I don't want an apology, Bri. I want you to talk to me. What happened on Friday?"

"Does it matter, really?"

"Of course it matters. We were having a good time, then you bolted and have been treating me like the worst thing since the Ebola virus. Why?" Anger begins to creep into his words.

"I'd think you be happy that I bolted, as you put," I say sarcastically. It is exactly what I did but in the light of day, I was definitely not going to admit it. "We were about to make a horrible mistake. I saved us both a lot of heartache for something that was sure to last no more than ten minutes."

His eyebrow lifts over the rim of his glasses. "Ten minutes? Damn, Bri, what kind of men have you been hanging around?"

I blush. Karim had definitely never lasted more than that and the one man I slept with after spent more time suffocating me with his idea of kissing and no more than a minute to cum after sticking his dick in me. I know, just know, that Yuri is not a one minute man or even a ten minutes man. "Does the time matter? I'm trying to make a point here."

"When you're doing it right, the time definitely matters." His lips tilted in that sexy way that always has me checking my chin for drool. I wipe a hand near the corner of my mouth just to make sure, freezing when he continues. "If your breasts taste half as delicious as I remember, I can suck on them for hours and not get enough." 

His eyes remain on my face yet still I can feel the heat of them on the globes. I squirm, my pussy feeling left out. Yuri notices. He leans closer. "And what I'd do to your pussy if I get the chance. It would take forever, Bri, cuz' I'd always be thinking of something new. Can you imagine it? The two of us. In bed, on the floor, in the shower, it does not matter where, for hours on end. Naked and sweaty as we fuck in every position imaginable."

Of course I can imagine it. I spent many nights dreaming of recreating the Kama Sutra and teaching the authors a thing or two with Yuri as my starring man. But this is supposed to be one-sided. When did Yuri starting thinking about me in this way? I should not feel happy about the fact either. I am more familiar with the fear that's creeping along my back.

"What are you doing, Yuri?" The words come out hoarse.

"What I should have done a long time ago. I want you, Brianne. No, want is not the proper word. I fucking need you. Sometimes I am so hard from this that I feel like my dick is damn near ready to explode. I'm like a closet junkie and you're my drug. I'm tired of hiding the fact I'd give everything I have just to have one night with you in my bed, to feel your tits in my mouth and your tongue against mine. You have no idea how many hours I've spent dreaming about how your pussy would feel surrounding me."

Is this another dream? I ground one foot over the other and the resulting pinch says I am definitely awake. The look on Yuri's face says he is serious. He only gets that look when he is going after something he wants and it looks like I'm the target this time.

I swallow, fighting duel desires. On one hand I want to throw myself at him and tell him to ravish right there on the table in full view of strangers. On the other hand I want to run away screaming like my hair is on fire. But in the end the decision has already been made. I look down at my coffee again. It has grown cold. 

"We can't do this, Yuri. I don't think it's a good idea for us to get involved. We have a great friendship and I don't want to ruin it with sex and messy feelings."

"Why does our friendship have to be a hindrance to something better? As far as I'm concerned it will make it that much better. The best relationships start off as friendships."

My head snaps up at the word 'relationship'. The prospect scares me more than the idea of sex. A rock settles at the bottom of my stomach and the delicious meal no longer sits well. I grapple for the first thing that comes to mind. "Don't you think Berry might be a tad miffed if she heard this conversation?"

"Berry and I broke up almost two weeks ago. I only went over to her place on Thursday to pick up some stuff I left behind. Besides, it was never serious between us."

"Oh."

It is ridiculous how happy I feel about the ebony diva no longer being in his life.

"So what's your next excuse?" He watches me steadily and his eyebrow lifts in challenge.

For some reason the gesture sparks my anger. "Yuri, this isn't a joke and I'm certainly not one of your little tarts."

He put his glass down with a thud. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where the hell did that come from?"

"Oh please. Don't act all self-righteous. I see how you are with those girls. You never let any of them get close to you. Do you really think I want to lump myself in with your famous loved 'em then left 'em club? I don't think so, pal."

"Every one of these women knew what I was offering." He pushes his glass to the side. "You want to know why I never let any of them get close?"

"Oh, this will be good." Following his example, I push the coffee away, fold my arms and roll my eyes.

"It's because of you, Brianne."

I stiffen. "Me?"

"Yes, you. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you? Years you've haunted me. But there was always something in the way. Our families. College. Your marriage. Your divorce. There is always something but Friday showed me I was being a coward and not going after what I want is leading me nowhere. So this is me going after what I want and that's you. I'm not going to let you freeze me out."

I am near hyperventilation now and can only think one thing. I need to escape. He isn't supposed to say these things. He isn't supposed to tell me all the things I want to hear, to offer the things I've been dreaming about for far too long. It is so much crueler that I cannot reach out and take what he is offering.

I push the chair back. The legs scrape on the floor loudly and draw a few gazes. I hurry out of the café with the sound of Yuri calling my name. It does not take him long to catch up to me, especially since my watery eyes makes it impossible to see very far ahead.

His arms close around my shoulders as he pulls me to his chest roughly. His eyes blaze down at me. "You're not fucking running away this time."

I feel the eyes of strangers as they pass us and a tear escapes my control. The anger drains out of Yuri's face. "Aww, sweetheart. Don't do that. You know what your tears do to me."

He kisses the tear away. His tenderness just makes more fall down my cheeks. He follows their tracks until he lays his lips over mine. It was not a kiss exactly, more like a sharing of breath. It only lasts for a second but it's enough to make me shudder. 

We're both startled when a high-pitched, scratchy voice says, "A swift kick in the ball sac always keeps them in line, dear. Even the handsome devils like your young man deserve one every once in a while."

I spatter surprised laughter watching the tiny old woman walk away happily puffing on a cigarette and leaning heavily on her cane. The hot, humid weather does not appear to bother her since she is wearing brightly color clothing from head to toe.

Looking after the speaker and chuckling as well, Yuri shakes his head and mutters, "Making my best girl cry and having an old lady suggest that my nuts are best suited in my throat all before nine in the morning. I must be on a roll today."

His self-mocking tone forces another giggle out of me. He looks down at me and smiles. "That's better." He wipes the remaining moisture away with his thumbs before taking my hand. "Let's go home."

We walk to the jeep and he helps me into the passenger seat.

The ride home is made in silence.

****

"We should date."

We are sitting on the couch. My legs are tucked underneath me and my head is against Yuri's shoulder. We are watching the television though it is set to mute and I'm in that fuzzy zone between sleep and consciousness.

We've been at the apartment for almost three hours and though I expected Yuri to jump right into our previous conversation, he let it rest for a while. We joked and laughed like we always do before settling on the couch.

I look straight ahead, hoping he would think I am asleep. No such luck. He forces me to look up at him with a hand below my chin. I close my eyes in a childish gesture meant to delay the inevitable.

He laughs and says, "Open your eyes, Bri."

"Don't want to," I reply stubbornly.

"Hmm." That does not sound good to me. Either does, "Maybe you need some convincing."

Fingers pass along my side and my eyes fly open. He is watching me smugly, his face closer than I anticipated.

"That was sneaky. You know how ticklish I am," I grumble.

"A man's gotta do what he's gotta do." The smile disappears as he says, "I'm serious about wanting us to be more than just friends. I know you're afraid of where this might lead so how about we start somewhere neutral. We date."

I shake my head. "I still don't think it's a good idea."

His head comes closer. "What can I do to convince you?"

I gulp. His voice is low, deep and suggestive. He moves in even closer and nuzzles my neck. Goose bumps pull my skin tight and a breath shudders out of me. Somehow, I think Yuri now knows just how helplessly I react to him and is shamelessly using the fact.

"Nothing." My voice is a squeak.

"You sure about that?"

I am about to nod when his teeth close on that spot where my shoulder meets my neck. "Oh."

He sooths the prick with a lathing tongue before nibbling his way across my collar bone and up to my chin. My eyes close helplessly and I inhaled deep, trying to control my body, slow the beat of my heart and regain some order in my mind.

All I manage to do is make myself giddy on his scent.

"Think of it as Yuri and Brianne Version 1.0. We get to know each other on a more intimate level. If it's not working, we go back to how things were but if it does, we work out any kinks and bugs and we've got a better 2.0 version. What do you say?"

Trust Yuri to think of this in terms of computers.

His fingers hold the base of my neck and he kisses the side of my mouth. By this time, I am aching for his lips on mine so bad, it's a wonder I don't spontaneously combust. I open my heavy lids. His eyes are intense on my face, more green than hazel now. His cheeks are flushed and his jaw tight. 

"You're not playing fair, Yuri."

He kisses the other side. "Playing fair has gotten me nothing but being placed firmly in the friend zone."

He lifts his head and we look at each other. His mouth hovers above mine. I know he is going to kiss me. The moment hangs between us, rich with anticipation. He shouldn't. I should not want him to. I open my mouth to say... I'm not sure what but he gives me what I have been craving since my first taste on Friday.




The Unwritten Rules Ch. 03



The kiss is not tentative. It was an invasion, pure and simple, and I welcome it with a cross between a sigh and a moan. His tongue licks at the seam of my lips. My lips part and my tongue touch his, enticing him deeper into my mouth. I hear the click of his glass as it gets in the way of our frenzied actions.

We shift and I am half sprawled over his hard thighs that push between mine and press hotly against my gathering wetness. His hands sweep my back and I arch into him.

He tears his lips away from mine. The effort it appears to take to do so spikes my arousal.

"Fuck." He carelessly throws the glasses aside and pulls me fully onto his lap.

My shocked gasp echoes when I encounter his hard cock. It stops a hair's breadth away from touching my clit and even with the barrier of our clothes, I ache for the satisfaction. But I am frozen, still unable to believe that my fantasies are coming to life.

How long have I ached to see that hungry look in his eyes? How many nights have I spent tossing and turning, dreaming about the way his mouth would feel on mine or the way his hands would roam my body? How many times have I been caught day dreaming about the cock pulsing below me?

Far too many to ever believe any of it would become reality. Yet his desire is unmistakable. It is almost tangible.

"You do this to me, Bri." He takes my hand and places it between us. I bite my lip. He is so hard. So big. He licks my abused lower lip. "I can never get enough of these lips."

He pulls me back to him with a harsh groan. My fingers trace the shape of him and my palm presses against the wet spot next to his zipper.

"Shit, don't stop," he whispers, not quite breaking the kiss.

We continue like this for some time, teasing and French kissing for all we are worth. Air becomes inconsequential but I suppose both our bodies demand it because we break apart only to return to each after a few quick breaths. The kiss gentles then and Yuri sips at my lips lick its some rare delicacy.

"Say yes, Bri."

Yes to what? I cannot believe he can think far less speak at this time. All that exists in mind is red hot desire.

"Say you'll go out with me."

His hand closed over my breast. "Oh god, yes."

As soon as I say the word, I realize what I just agreed to. I still his hand with my own. He must see the retraction ready in my eyes because he says. "Uh uh uh. There's no backing out now."

I shake my head. "Please, Yuri," I say, not sure what I am asking for.

"Don't tell me no, Bri. We'll do this as fast or as slow as you want but don't tell me no."

I open my mouth so say just that but the word sticks in my throat. With a sigh, I rest my forehead against his and search his gaze. His eyes remain steady on mine and still no miracle answer become available.

Really, what do I have to lose? We'll go out, have some drinks, eat some food and sooner or later, he will realize what a bad idea this is.

Will I survive when he does?

"Okay, but we can't do this." I wave my hand between us, my groin ached in frustration. I tear my hand away from his crotch. My mind clearly shut down every time he touches me. "I can't think when you do that."

"Do what?" His hand flexes below mine. "This?"

Involuntarily my hips jerk. We both hiss at the increased contact. 

"No, you can't do that," I croak.

"How about this?" He rotates his wrist, finding my nipple with urgent accuracy through my button down tee. He bends over my neck, biting one second, licking the neck, his breath on my skin making me shudder.

"Definitely not that."

His hand skims down to my waist, then under the top and finds the bare skin underneath. "Then I guess I will have to make this time count."

I am not sure who kisses who but we're lip locked. His hand tangles in my hair and our heads angle every which way. By the time we come up for air my lips sting but I can only think more! He is watching me beneath hooded lids, his gaze telling me he wants the same thing. 

I am definitely the one to kiss him this time. His head falls back as he groans and I clench my fingers in his shirt's collar to keep him where I need him. His hand pushes the shirt up my back before going back down to dip into my pants, cupping my behind through the lace-trimmed cotton underwear. I kiss along his jaw line making him groan when I nip his chin.

"I need to see you."

The tiny buttons refuse to yield easily to his fingers and Yuri growls in frustration. Plastic hits the nearby vase when he pulls the edges apart with tug that makes his biceps standout. Damn if a river did not gush onto my panties at the show of strength. The ruined top falls somewhere behind me.

"I'll buy you another," he apologizes, looking down at what he uncovered. He stared for so long that old insecurities rear their head for a tiny second before he demolishes them with one sentence. "Fucking beautiful!"

He cradles a flushed globe and latches onto the tip through the fabric of my bra. I mewl and hold his head to me. He starts off slow, his head moving in time with the stroke of his tongue. I feel each tug long in my tummy and am unable to keep my hips still.

He moves to the other peak but pulls the cup down before engulfing as much of me as he can.

Oh yes! I cannot get the words past my throat and my head fall back on my shoulders. Fire rushes from where his mouth suckles and spreads quickly. Colors burst behind my eyelids. The ends of my hair touch my back and I shiver, leaning into the warmth of Yuri's hands.

My head rolls back to the front and I open my eyes. He is looking up at me, those long lashes fanned over eyes of green-brown fire. He pulls stronger on my nipple and I moan. He lets it go with a wet, smacking sound only to flick his tongue in a slow circle.

I don't know which stimulates me more, the sight of his pink tongue loving me so or the feel of it. Cradling his head, I push my tongue into his mouth. His hips jump beneath mine and he groans, matching my aggression as our tongue dance.

The need to touch him too overpowers and my hands travels down his chest, still disappointingly shirt-clad. Any other time I would have stopped to remedy that situation but my mind is focused on only one thing now.

His cock.

I need to see it, to touch it. Is it just as I remembered? I copy his growl when the zipper does not cooperate. Larger hands join mine. 

"Lift," I order when the task is done, nipping at his lower lip before licking it. I pull the underwear and pants midway down his thigh before my impatience makes me return to the source of my fantasies.

I tear my mouth away from his and look down.

Lord have mercy!

It looks like so much... more in day light. Ribbed, long and weeping. Just for me.

"Like what you see, Brianne?" He tries for teasing I'm sure, but the words come out as a growl.

Instead of answering I grip him. His hips arch of the cushion and his jaw clenches. I swirl my finger in the drops decorating his tip and bring it to my mouth. "You taste like dark chocolate and salt. I like it."

Yuri throws his head back on the couch and says, "Damn, Bri, you're killing me."

I almost giggle and returning to exploring him. He juts out from a low thicket of dark hair. It is coarser than that on his head but I like the feel anyway. His skin is so soft but cannot mask the hardness beneath. Enlarged vein prevent him from being entirely smooth.

Learning what movements make him tremble, which ones make his breath shudder out on a rough praise, I stroke him. His head moves back and forth on the furniture yet his eyes are zeroed in on me through narrowed slits. His hands on my hips clench and release and his body is tense.

"Oh shit, baby. I need to touch you, too."

His move is too fast for me to intercept, not that I want to. My back is against the cushions and his large body blankets mine. I don't lose my grip on his cock and continue to fondle him. His hips pushing into mine in time with my strokes. He leans down and engulfs my bare nipple while his hand works on unfastening my shorts.

I am surprise to feel a slight tremble in his wrist. There is a tearing sound as his fingers enter my undies and slide through my wetness. The tightness of the pants restricts his movements though. He kneels and pulls my shorts and panties down.

He does not return to his previous position but instead places his head between my sprawled thighs. He spreads me with his fingers and does nothing but look. He closes his eyes and inhales deep and I feel my cheeks blush but it is not embarrassment I feel. There is just heat as I titter on the edge of something elusive. 

Yuri opens his eyes. "I've been dying to do this." His finger brushes against my clit. It was a light touch, almost nonexistent but my breath whooshes out in a trembling exhalation and moisture rushes down the crack of my ass. "You're so wet." His does it again before his finger probes and sinks deep. "So fucking tight."

I wince at the slight discomfort. His finger feels unimaginably hot and big. Will I be able to take his cock, I wonder, dazed. He strokes my thigh and withdraws. Caressing my slick skin, he gives my clit that same fleeting touch and enters me again. His tongue and mouth are drawing patterns on the insides of my thighs, moving closer and closer to my center as his finger starts a slow rhythm.

"I can feel you." His teeth scrape no more than an inch away from my puffy lips. My thighs quaver. "Every time I touch you, your pussy clenches and you get wetter and wetter." He twists his finger and I arch sharply as he touches that place no other man has. I am rising to meet his fingers. "Do you like that?" 

The words are a hot caress against my skin. I nod, incapable of speech.

"Then you're going to love this."

He lays his mouth on me exactly as he did with my mouth. His eyes close slowly, a little moan escaping. He reminds me of myself when I take that first bite of one of Lovely's treats. His tongue finds my bud. My pants echo around us when he curls the organ around it, the sucking motion of his mouth concentrated there. His finger feels fuller and I realize he added a second. Together, mouth and fingers drag incoherent sounds from my throat and involuntary actions from my body.

"Yuri, please." There is need in my voice and I am losing all sense of me, falling down a never ending spiral. My hand on his head, I pull him closer, trying to capture the feeling. Just as before the approaching onslaught fades into nothing and I tense. How could I have forgotten? Panic and shame tell me to do what I've always done.

Yuri's teeth close on my thigh, just hard enough to make me cry out. I moan softly, feeling his fingers leaving my body. I immediate miss the fullness of them and my flesh protests the emptiness. He kisses his way up my body before his lips are only a whisper away from mine. "Don't, Bri. Promise me you won't ever do that again. Not with me."

There is an understanding light in his eyes that baffle me and bring the tears fighting to come to the surface closer.

"Promise me, Bri." His voice is harder this time.

"I promise."

He kisses my lips. It is a chaste kiss compared to those we shared earlier but just as powerful. I taste myself on his tongue. When he pulls away, he is smiling, "Make it up to me by letting me take you out on Friday. We'll get dressed up, do a fancy dinner, the whole nine yards."

I take comfort in the return of this smiling, joking Yuri and I roll my eyes, smiling too. "You don't give up, do you?"

"Not on you."

Damn, my eyes are watering. "Okay."

He sighs. "Good, I would hate to have to take away your coffee until you relent."

I punch his shoulder. He does not flinch but leans down to kiss my neck. He is still obscenely aroused, his length between us. Guilt crashes though me. This is the second encounter we've had that's left him unsatisfied. Does he think me a tease? 

I try to get my hand between us but he stills it. "Don't, sweetheart. I can wait."

"This isn't fair to you, Yuri."

"Blue balls never killed anyone. Besides, getting a taste of that sweet pussy is more than worth it." Bringing my hand up, he nips the tip of the middle finger. "There's plenty of time for us to get there, babe."

He kisses me and I forget everything else.

****

"Get out! You and Yuri are dating? Oh gosh, tell me everything."

Lovely is out of her seat and sitting next to my desk in the blink of an eyes, the new violet streaks in her hair flying behind her.

It is Tuesday. Just two days since I agreed to date my best friend and we made out like teenagers until a tummy grumble demanded lunch. I am surprised at how easily we fell back into our old pattern. There are differences now, of course, like touches that are not so innocent and looks that convey smoldering messages. I cross my legs trying to quench the familiar burn between my thighs at remembering what happened.

I am updating our accounts and Lovely is taking a break from baking. The day has been grueling up until this point. More customers than normal filled up the bakery that morning. I had to help out in front while Lovely tried to keep up with the demand, at the same time preparing custom orders to be picked up by the end of the day. I love days like this.

My fingers punching in numbers into the desktop from the receipt in front of me, I try for a no-care attitude. "They did not hear you in Russia, Love. Why don't you scream a little louder?"

She points a finger at me, practically vibrating. "Don't change the subject. Tell me."

I shrug. "There's not much to tell. He asked me out. I said yes. We're going out on Friday."

Lovely leans closer. "There's got to be more to it than that."

"That's it."

"Briiiii," she whines.

I lift an eyebrow at this new creature of pent up energy. Lovely has always been a ball of energy but it was leashed before. Now it is barely contained. Being in love has brightened her outlook and attitude. More than once I have caught her daydreaming, blushing a bight shade when caught. I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen her blush before this new romance. Now she can't seem to stop.

"Why are you bugging me? Aren't you the one who kept your affair with Jared a secret for weeks?" I am still a little hurt that she did not come to me with something so huge and left me to find out with the rest of the world.

Something in my tone must have given me away. She flushes and looks away briefly. She stops my typing with a hand over mine. "I didn't want or mean to keep you in the dark. I'm just still not used to going to anyone with my problems. I'm sorry, Bri."

I turn my hand in hers and grip it, squeezing. "I'm your friend, Lovely. You can come to me with anything and it will never leave my confidence. I promise."

"I know." 

Her eyes become misty. Another previously un-Lovely-like reaction. With all these new scope of emotions displayed, I have to wonder. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

She pulls her hand away, slaps my shoulder playfully and sports another blush. "What? Are you crazy?" comes her outburst followed more softly by, "But we have been talking about it."

"Oh wow! Does that mean I will be a doting godmother soon?" 

"Hold you horse right there. We agreed to wait at least a year or two. Just to be together without any distractions for a while, you know?" I nod in understanding before she adds, "But how do you feel about being my maid of honor in the mean time?"

"Oh, Lovely." A tear goes down my cheek.

Lovely reaches for a tissue in the box on the desk. "I thought I was supposed to be the emotional one."

Her eyes are far from dry. She hands me the tissue and grabs another for herself. I reach for her and we hug. 

"I'd be honored," I say.

We pull apart and look at each other, both bursting into a noisy mixture of tears and laughter. The door opens after a knock and Bram sticks his head in. "Hey, Lovely. I need... uh... Are you guys okay?"

We laugh louder at his panicked look.

"I'll be right there." Lovely says and he quickly leaves. "I'd better see what he wants." Before she closes the door, she warns, "Don't think I've forgotten about you and your hot date. You're not leaving here without giving me the scoop."

True to her word, she corners me in the kitchen after we close up and the rest of the staff have gone. Though she threatened to tie me to a chair and tickle the truth out of me, it is the buffalo chicken spaghetti that makes me spill my secrets. Well, some of them.

Sitting on the counter in the kitchen, our shoes on the floor, I tell her about the kiss Yuri and I shared on Friday and our subsequent encounter on Sunday. She squeals excitedly at appropriate intervals and I roll my eyes in response though my heart is pounding in remembrance of the scenes. I keep my inability to reach that elusive peak to myself though. It is a secret I will take to my grave. The fact that I am in love is too new to share with anyone.

"About time he made a move," Lovely exclaims when I'm done. "I was beginning to think you two would dance around each other even in your graves."

She picks up our dirty dishes and rinsed them out. I can only blink for a few seconds. "What do you mean?"

She takes out two small plates containing something fancy-looking and pink and hops back onto the marble surface. "This is something I've been playing around with. What do you think?"

I take a bite and my eyes close in ecstasy. Not even my drama with Yuri can take away from the layers of flavor exploding on my tongue. "This is marvelous and definitely going on the menu," I praise after another spoonful. "What is it?"

She replies something French that I have little hope of pronouncing. Learning new languages is a hobby of mine when I can find the time. I speak Spanish fluently and know enough Italian and Japanese to get by. French though just seems to elude me. I can never get the word pronunciations right and was completely hopeless with spelling. I guess it's only to be expected since my mother speaks it like it's her first language. I can never do anything to live up to her expectations.

"I got the idea while Jared and I were... uh... playing around in the kitchen."

I raise an eyebrow in Lovely's direction. "Do I want to know?"

She licks her spoon, her eyes far away and her cheeks pink. "Nope."

"I thought so."

We laugh and finish the treat in silence. I put my spoon down. "What did you mean earlier?"

She watches me appraisingly. "Everyone sees the way he watches you. Come on, Bri," she says when my eyes widen in surprise. How does he look at me? She continues, "The guy practically pants after you. Do you know any man who gives a woman a foot massages after hard day or goes out for feminine products unless he's getting some on the regular or seriously whipped? Trust me, he wants you. You're the only one in denial about the fact."

Yuri has always gone out of his way for me. Even in high school he would carry my books for me and walk me home. Have I been blind this whole time?

"But we're friends," I say, bewildered. It's what friends did for each other, right?

Lovely gives me a pitying look. "Oh, sweetie, you really are clueless, aren't you?"



The Unwritten Rules Ch. 04



Author's Note: Life has been hectic of late and I struggle to find the time to write. But never fear. I am determined to finish this story and chapter 5 is already in the works. Hope you enjoy the read! 

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Diary Entry 1/02/2013

I can't sleep.

My mind is going a whirlpool, wondering, questioning, making my heart hope and believe in things I thought beyond my reach. There are a lot of maybes and what ifs.

What if sex can be as explosive as my dreams portray? What if love burned as hot as my erotic novel collection swore? What if fantasy became real life? What if...

And if those things are more than my mind's fiction, am I woman enough to grasp onto the possibility even if it is no more than just a spark?

****

I smooth my hands down my side, brushing away imaginary wrinkles from the dress. Lovely had insisted on taking me shopping for what she deemed "this special occasion" and basically threatened to withhold my supply of cupcakes if I did not get the little black number. I suppose it is better than the slacks and blouse I originally planned to wear. 

It cups the fullness of my breasts in a deep 'V' design that shows off a hint of cleavage without being slutty. Tight below my bust, it flares out dramatically over my hips and ends around my knees. It is designed to showcase my curves rather than hide them as I would have done.

My curls are straightened and my hair falls in layers around my artfully but subtly made up face. There are simple diamond studs in my ears and a matching necklace shimmering on my chest. The red heels on my feet had a dramatic pop of color and match the clutch on the bed.

I look... good. Better than good. After the afternoon of plucking, waxing and snipping Lovely dragged me on, I should, I snort internally. Twisting this way and that I still cannot believe the results reflected in the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door.

The doorbell rings and the nerves I have been able to suppress thus far twist my stomach into knots and make my palms clammy. Yuri insisted we do this "right" and as a result got ready for our date elsewhere and is now picking me up.

I leave the bedroom and open the door, my breath catching. He is wearing a dark blue suit, the first button of the white shirt underneath undone. My heels put my eyes almost level with his lips. The lower one is a lighter shade that the top and is plump enough to be considered feminine. It is not though. I remember the way they fit over mine, kissing in that way that only black men seem to know how. Devouring. Tempting. Consuming.

Does he go down on a woman the same way?

My cheeks flush.

I distract myself by taking in the rest of his appearance. He is clean shaven, the stubble that usually shadows his face at this time of day gone. I can smell his aftershave. His glasses are gone. He must be wearing contacts.

He is gorgeous.

"You're gorgeous!"

My eyes snap up to his at the soft words. His eyes are undeniably hungry and sweep my figure in a way that makes me feel stripped, spread and trembling in anticipation. He does not speak for a few moments, his intensity robbing me of speech as well. Then a semblance of Yuri, my friend, returns. Smiling, he says, "You clean up good," and hands me a single red rose.

Bringing the flower to my nose, I return his smile. "You didn't do so bad yourself."

"I'm so glad you think so. I was sure these pants make my ass look big."

Grinning, I feel the lingering nervousness flow out of my body. "Turn around and let me see."

He looks at me over his shoulder and raises his jacket. "What do you think? Do I need to hit the gym?"

Unable to curb the impulse I squeeze the right cheek. Pretending I have a pair of glasses perched on my nose, I look at the experimentally, grabbing a feel of the left one as well. "Nice. It's pretty firm and high. I'd say you're allowed a few more chocolate bars before it turns into a sack of jiggling goo."

He gives a huge sigh of relief and turns around. "Oh thank god! I thought I'd have to stop sneaking pieces out of the secret stash you have in the kitchen."

My jaw slackens. I did not think he knew. "I knew some was missing."

"Guilty."

I try to scowl but laughter burst free instead. "Come on in here, you goof. I need to get my purse."

In my bedroom, I heave a huge sigh. Not the heavy, resigned kind but the is-this-really-happening-to-me, happy kind. The woman in the mirror is pink cheeked with a smitten smile and shining eyes. Have I ever looked so... in love? I try to control my face but my muscles refuse to adopt the cool look I want.

I thought tonight would be awkward but the ease we have with each other is still there. Smelling the rose again, I smile at my reflection before turning away. This is already turning out to be the best date of my life.

When I return from my bedroom with the tiny clutch and a shawl, he is leaning against a window overlooking the street below. I take the moment to look him over again and still that tingle races up and down my body at the sight he makes. Like he feels my scrutiny, he turns and a smile slowly turns his lips up. He stalks toward me, slow and sexy, before cupping my cheeks. "You truly look exquisite."

He is so close, his breath heats my lips. "I'm glad you like it."

"I do very much but then you'd wear a garbage bag and it would still have the same effect. I would still want to tear it off you and lay you down."

His lips touch mine. It is not what I expect. With the intensity in his eyes and the tenseness of his muscles, I expected to be crushed against his body. I wanted it. Instead he sips each corner then peppers his persuasion over my upper lip. The lower edge receives the same treatment. His lips are coaxing, asking and my tongue touch his lower lips in answer. Yes!

We both freeze. Our eyes connect before his hands on my hips haul me close. I gasp. His eyes darken. His cock, full and thick, rests between us and his heads lowers once more. Our tongues knot, only to break free and slide over each other. Time and time again we return to taste each other. Sighs, moans and the wet sound of our carnal enjoyment fill the air. I shift closer to him and feel the erotic slide of my wet pussy lips against each other. His cock jumps against me.

Yuri is the one to break free. I don't fool myself thinking I have the willpower to. The movement is almost violent and knowing I raise this man to this fevered pitch thrills me. His breath is harsh like mine.

His rests his forehead against mine, briefly closing his eyes. The pools of desire open and with a voice deepened by leashed passion, he says, "Let's go before I listen to my body and tell that little voice in my head to fuck off."

I am tempted to throw caution to the wind and pull his lips back to mine. He sees it in my eyes and groans. "Don't tempt a starving man, Bri. You're not ready for the things I want to do to you." His hand slides down my sides and over my ass, bringing me hard against him. "For what I want to do to this body."

"And when I'm ready?" I ask, the words breaking free on their own accord.

He smiles. "Then nothing will stop me from loving you in every way humanly possible."

A fresh coat of lip gloss later and my rose safely tucked in a vase, we leave the apartment. I am heading toward where he normally kept his jeep when he stops me. "Your carriage awaits this way."

We take a few steps in the other direction and I have no idea what I am expecting-a limousine perhaps or some fancy model rental- but I squeal excitedly when I see the old, beat up 1976 Chevrolet Chevette. "Oh. My. God! Is that Meredith?"

"The one and only."

The first day he pulled up to our old high school with her, it produced a big bang and enough dark smoke to place a bent in the ozone layer but Yuri's pride in his new vehicle was not ruined by the snide comments thrown his way by some of the students. I rode home in that car that day. Well, not home exactly. Yuri parked a block away and walked me the rest of the way. My mother and father would have had a cow if Yuri's new wheels showed up in our driveway.

My fingers still touching her adoringly, I glance back at Yuri. His face is the picture of concentrated delight and warm affection but he is not watching the car. They're on me. Nervously, I look back at the car. "I had no idea you still had her."

He comes closer and leans against the vehicle. "She was parked out in my dad's garage. We fixed the engine and the inside but decided to leave the outside as is. She would not be the same without all these little dents."

I trace an oddly heart-shaped impression on the hood. "No, she would not."

He leans into the vehicle and soft music fills the air. He grins at me. "The stereo works now."

Delighted, I laugh when he does a silly little dance and approaches me.

"May I have this dance my lady?" With a twirl of his hand, he bows.

I curtsy. "Why, of course, kind sir."

He spins me into his arms and I am more giddy from the moment than the movement. His body heat and scent surrounding me, I say, "The ladies don't stand a chance against you, do they?"

He dips me over his arm and I gasp. "As long as you don't."

Looking into his eyes, I don't think I ever did. Upright, I rest my head on his chest and we sway to the heart pulling lyrics of Chaka Khan. I have no idea how long we stay that way before a sniffle breaks us apart. I look up to see a middle aged couple looking at us. It is our upstairs neighbors, the Michelles. Though they bicker and curse each other left, right and center on a regular basis, they clearly love each other.

The woman, Diana, has tears in her eyes and her hands clutched over her heart. The man has a resigned look on his face.

"Isn't that cute, Frank?" She hits him on the shoulder. "Why don't you do anything like that for me?" She shifts her attention back to us and says to me, "He's a keeper, honey. Don't let him slip through your fingers."

With one last glare in her husband's direction, she walks toward the elevators with a huff. The man follows at a slower pace, a long suffering sigh echoing off the concrete columns. He looks behind him and says, "Thanks a lot, you guys. Dee Dee, don't be like that."

He suddenly takes off after his wife. When he reaches her, I can see the tirade she intends to unleash on him but she does not get more than a few words out because her husband's lips settles over hers and she melts against him almost instantly.

The heat between the two is almost too much to watch but I am unable to tear my gaze away. What's it like being the recipient of such devotion and love?

I turn to find Yuri watching me instead of the pair. The look in his eyes mystifies me but sends my heart into a gallop. He takes my hand and says, "We have a date to get to."

Yuri pulls out of the garage minutes later and we proceed to sing horribly off pitch for the twenty minute drive.

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He pulls into a diner's parking lot. The flashing sign says Sillie's Diner and Pizzeria. Though the place looks packed, the decorations on the glass windows look tacky at best. I laugh. "Pulling out the big guns, I see."

He wiggles his eyebrows at me. "Only the best for you, babe."

Shaking my head, I reach for the door but he stops me. "Uh uh. Let me get my macho on and open the door for my lady."

Unreasonably pleased that he called me his lady, my smile gets bigger. "Oh, chivalrous tonight, huh?"

"Damn straight!"

He does not pull me in the direction of the diner though but towards the sounds of reggeaton music. Soon we are wading through a growing crowd. The music gets louder with every step we take. Persons are dancing to the beat. Some dip and sway like seasoned professionals while others look more like stumbling creatures from a horror movie. I will fall into the latter group if I attempt the sultry moves I'm sure. There are benches and chairs on the grassy area near the street's sidewalks, all of which look occupied. The smell of yummy food reminds me that I have not eaten since lunch, which was just a sandwich. I was too nervous to eat anything heavier.

An obviously drunk dancer's flaying arms gets too close and Yuri pulls me against his chest. I savor the warmth and hardness, silently thanking the man. Looking down at me, Yuri asks, "You okay?"

The music is too loud for me to hear the words but I read his lips and nod. Standing on tippy toes, I bring his head down to shout above the music, "What is this place?"

Yuri repeats my action without the tippy toes. "A few weeks ago, a friend of mine opened a food truck here. It's become so popular that every Friday night the area becomes an unofficial street party."

The words are not suggestive but I am unable to stop a shiver that works down my spine. He is so close, his breath teasing my skin.

Yuri does not misinterpret the action as an effect of the light breeze and he hugs me tighter, his head lifting. His gaze searches my face with hot eyes and again I am shaken. My nipple press into his chest and I feel him, hard and hot, against my side. For a moment I think he is going to throw me against the nearest hard surface and ravage my lips and all the other willing parts of my body but I am disappointed when he drops a quick kiss on my neck. His breath feels unsteady and the muscles of his back tense under my fingers.

My disappointment dies when his teeth lightly scrape over my skin. His lips quickly close over the area, his tongue licking in a way that has my head angling for more. He trails higher before nipping my earlobe.

"God, everything about you tempts me to lose control. You have no idea how hard it is not to throw you over my shoulder and find the nearest bed." He sounds tortured.

He does not give me a chance to response because without meeting my gaze, which I'm sure is consenting to his need, he gets us through the crowd. My own need burning between my legs, I try to catch my breath, loving the fact that he did not give up his possessive grip of my shoulders.

In the center of the mass is black food truck, the side painted with a chicken dressed in a ninja suit. In the side window are two persons attending to the long line vying for treats for inside. The woman is tiny compared to the huge man. Yuri throws a wave in that direction and gets a thumbs up and a huge smile from the man before we continue in the direction of the park behind.

I send Yuri a puzzled look as we walk along the darkened path, only the full moon lighting the way. With every step, the sounds of the festivities fade to a dull beat. I almost question Yuri about our destination but decide to enjoy the silence and cool night instead. Resting my head against him, I follow his lead.

We go off the paved path and my heels sink into the grass. Yuri swings me into his arms. The suddenness of the action makes me dizzy. I open my mouth to protest, to tell him he should put me down, that my weight is too much. The weight of his stare stops me.

"You feel great in my arms." A quick kiss on my lips and he resumes his walk.

A warm glow in my chest, I bury my nose against his neck, close my eyes and savor the feeling.

"We're here."

I open my eyes and gasp, absolutely stunned. We are in a clearing with only one tree in the grassy patch. Lights twinkle from the far-reaching branches with circular lanterns hanging in a haphazard manner that make the scene more beautiful. At the base of the trees spine is a large blanket with a picnic basket. Bread and fruits spill over the top. Plates and wine glasses surround the box with two bottles close by next to colorful petals. There are also several huge pillows off to the side. A white net comes down from the tree and encloses the space.

"Yuri, I don't know what to say. It's beautiful."

He places me on my feet, kneeling to remove my shoes. My toes wiggle against the soft blanket as he stands. A delighted laugh escapes me and I twirl in a circle, my dress bellowing around my thighs. I turn back to Yuri and throw my arms around his shoulders, still laughing.

"Oh my god. I've never seen anything like this." My lips are on his before I think and my laughter dies into a sigh. Our lips gently breaking apart, I rest my forehead against his. His hands under my thighs, he lifts me and resumes my twirling when my ankles meet at his back. "This really is wonderful, Yuri. Thank you."

"I figure you've had enough of those fancy dinners. I wanted to give you something different, something Memorable."

He looks so earnest, so sincere. Touched, I manage a shaky smile and say, "I will certainly never forget tonight. Ever."

He smiles softly. "I'm glad."

The wind picks up the smell of whatever's in the basket. Is that cheesecake I smell? My stomach grumbles and we both laugh, though I'm sure my cheeks are pink.

"Guess I should feed you, huh?"

"If that's really my favorite chocolate cheesecake I smell, then it's probably for the best. I don't want to have to hurt you."

He throws his head back and laughs. I smile. Our banter is wonderful. Every other date I've been on made conscious of what I ate. I'm me tonight and don't feel one ounce of inadequacy.

I slide down his body until my feet are on the ground once more. The friction is delicious and by the bulge I feel, I know I'm not the only one affect but still we wear silly grins. Now more than ever I'm glad he did not agree to my silly no touching rule. I want free reign over his body tonight.

"I know better than to come between a woman and her chocolate fix." He helps me sit and reaches for a bottle of wine. The red wine splashes into the glasses and unbridled the image of the red liquid flowing in tributaries over the hard contours of his chest comes to mind. My tongue closely follows as I lap up every drop working towards the hard cock waiting for me.

He hands me a glass and I take a sip as we fit ourselves comfortably against the pillows, facing each other. He piles one plate with beautiful little entrée pieces. He places a one on my tongue and the evening progresses into the best night of my life. The hours are filled with laughter, light subject matter and that ever present underlying arousal. We share comfortable little silences and simply gaze into each other's eyes. All throughout, he touches me subtly. A finger across the back of my hand. Removing a smudge from the corner of my mouth. Brushing a stray tendril from my face.

We are lying side by side after devouring two slices of cheesecake each, watching the lights above when he asks, "You still want that houseful of kids?"

When I was younger, long before my marriage, my dream was having that chaotic, huge family which would be the direct opposite of my parent's household. In my fantasy I would have that perfectly imperfect husband and six children, three girls and three boys. I never knew why I chose that number.

It's some time before I answer. "I kind of gave up on that dream a long time ago."

He rises onto his elbow, looking down on me while playing with a loose lock of my hair. "Why? You'd be such a great mom."

Is it cheesy that my heart practically smiles when he says that? "After Karim I did not think I would ever happen. I had no intention of getting married again, far less have kids. I convinced myself it was just a pipe dream anyway."

He pauses his twirling and meets my gaze. "Still think that?"

I shrug, looking away because in his eyes I see something I am not ready for, something that promises possibilities I thought lost to me just a few days ago. Now I'm not so sure but hope is a fragile thing that refuses to be squashed by the obstacles I am trying to remind myself of.

"Some days," I answer. "Other days my heart tells my head to fuck off and says I can still have that."

I look back at him and his slow smile makes the silly organ flutter.




The Unwritten Rules Ch. 04



"I totally agree with your heart on this one." His hand is on my belly, his fingers sprawled. His eyes are drawn to the sight and so are mine, I am instantly caught up in the sight. Almost the same shade as his face, the skin is marred by tiny scars from the repairs he does on computers. Karim's hands were always smooth and soft with lotion. I like this so much better. This is a man's hand, worn with work and bringing to mind images of protectors and dark knight. I almost giggle thinking of Yuri getting onto a horse, glasses and all behind armor. It fits despite my knowing he would not get within an inch of the large animal.

My gaze goes to his face and our noses almost touch. When did he move closer? He is not the only one who moved though. My hips are tilted toward him. I try to go back into my previous position but he hooks his hand around my waist and pulls my pelvis to his hard stomach and continues, "I can see it. You, swollen and beautiful with precious life inside you. If I were the man to give that to you, I would treasure every moment. Every doctor's appointment. Feeling him or her move. Running out to buy you ice-cream in the middle of the night. You would want for nothing and know that every second you're loved."

His smile dies, leaving his face etched with an intense emotion I can only identify as longing. His eyes are now focused on mine, darker than I've ever seen them before. Oh god, if only...

"You will make some woman very happy one day."

After a heavy second his lip tips up on one side. "You think so, huh?"

"She won't know what hit her." Problem is my heart refuses to see anyone but me walking down that aisle as he watches on with love and adoration. I try very hard to picture another woman as his wife and hate the faceless being with a passion that surprises me. To hide my jealous thoughts, I ask, "How about you? Want to get married and have kids some day or are you still dreaming of that 'bootylicious babe who cooks like your momma, fucks like a porn star and lets you play video games all day.'"

He laughs when I make quotation marks with my hand. "I can't believe you remember that." I raise an eyebrow and he rushes on. "Come on. You can't hold that adolescent babble against me. Besides, my dream has changed a little since then. While the bootylicious babe part still stands," he nuzzles my neck, his hand moving down my back to stop just above me behind and continues, "the cooking part I've discovered is not so important. Watching you burn water has made me realize that I like taking care of my woman that way. And it's really cute the way you curse up a storm when you try."

I hit his chest. "I'm glad I amuse you, it's what I live for," I grumble but there's no heat in the words. They sound rather breathy actually. How can they not when he's tracing a path up my side. It ends at the underside of my left breast, leaving it aching for a firmer touch, before slowly returning to my lower back and back again. "What about the rest?"

"Porn stars are overrated. Too practiced. I want to know that when my woman falls apart in my arms, it's because of me and what I'm doing to her and not what she's rehearsed on other men." The hand slides down my hips and thigh. It's so hot, the barrier of my dress is almost paltry. His breath on my chin and neck make my bite my lip to contain the needy sound lodged in my throat. A shaky sigh escape though when his lips close over my skin. "I like it when I kiss here, you shiver just like that."

"Oh, Yuri..."

Across my shoulder, that full lower lip trails, his teeth in its wake. "You have no idea how hard it makes me knowing I cause those catches in your breath and hearing you moan. Oh god and the way you cry name..."

"I-I think I have an idea." He was wearing a hole through my dress with the same said hardness after all. Can anyone blame me for pressing harder into him? Or reveling in that heady thrill when he groans my name? His scent swamps me and I find my lips on the exposed skin just below his ear, mimicking his earlier action. He stills and breaths a harsh sound.

His fingers tangle in my hair and pull until his lips fit over mine with possessive urgency. I return his fervor and our tongues duel. Underneath the taste of chocolate I taste him and cannot get enough. One hand holding his head close and the other trying to find purchase beneath his shirt, I press closer. His thigh slips between mine, insistent against my heat. My hips swivel with the pressure and I nip his bottom lip on a pleasured hiss.

I lave the ache away, opening my eyes when he moves out of reach. I arch me back and neck when I feel his lips a little above my cleavage. I don't have to look down to know my nipples stand hard against the cloth of my dress. At the same time, his hand travels back up, pulling my dress up to mid-thigh. His fingers tickle the bare skin and my nerves sing. Looking up at me, he gentle grasps a nipple with his teeth and pulls, sucking at the next turn.

I am getting lost in this storm of passion, with no desire to find my way out. I am naked under his gaze, sure my emotions and secrets are shining in mine. He flows back up my body. Our noses touch. Our breaths mingle. His heart beats to the frenzied tattoo of mine against my breasts. Impossibly, I fall just that much more in love when he speaks. "Everything about you turns me on. So sensual and giving. It's just one of the things I love about you."

The crickets suddenly crescendo in volume.

"Yuri, you shouldn't say stuff like that." My voice is soft, uncertain and I am unable to drop his gaze despite its burning intensity.

"Why? Do you think this is a casual thing for me?"

"Isn't it?"

"No, Brianne. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I've held back for so long, scared to death of messing things up. I still am but I can't keep on living a lie. I want you too much. I want to see my ring on your finger. I want you in my bed forever. I want little girls with your smile and little boys with my eyes. I want it all with you because I love you, Bri. I may have always loved you and I certainly always will."

Happiness bursts in my chest. No man has ever said those three words to me. I cannot remember the words directed at me from my parents either. Not with true meaning anyway. His eyes are steady and leave me no doubt that he believes what he says but sadness swallows my joy. Sometimes love is not enough. I can only imagine one way this relationship ends once Yuri discovers that I'm a cripple in bed. Yuri is too sexual a man to stay with a woman who cannot give him the gift of her pleasure.

"Yuri, there are things you don't know about me-" I start but he rolls fully over my body. His thigh heavy over mine and his upper body framed by the beautiful lights above, he silences me with his lips.

This kiss is unlike the other. It is light, feathery. At first, he just explores my lips, his sipping at them. The full lower edge teases me, rubbing back and forth over mine before he tugs lightly with his teeth. I want more. I moan and grip his shoulders, trying to deepen the contact. He does not yield to the pressure but continues the slow torture. Despite my frustration, I grow that much wetter and my nipples ache to be licked, without any protection, the same way.

"Just give me a chance. Give us a chance," he murmurs, exhaling the plea into my mouth.

I inhale sharply. There's no way I can deny him now. My body and heart have already given up to his mastery and my head's protests have very little effect. "Yes."

His smile is slow and his face lights in a way I have never seen before. Nuzzling my neck, he reverses our positions. I squeak and laugh softly. The panic I expected does not come, only a sense of rightness at my surrender.

After a quick kiss, his hands running soothingly up and down my back, Yuri says, "This was my teenage fantasy."

"What?"

"Taking you out like this. Holding you close like this. Placing a hickey like that on your neck."

With an outraged gasp, my hand goes to the spot but his smirk makes me growl.

"Would it be so bad though?" At my puzzled look, he traces a symbol on my skin, "If I left my mark right here?"

The combination of the cool breeze, his tone and words make me shiver and drag images from my secret fantasies to the forefront. The print of his hand on my breasts, on my hips, on the insides of my thighs as he possesses me with a hard touch guaranteed to satisfy. Just as powerful the need for his mark of his possession, I want to brand him as well. The score of my teeth of his skin. The mark of him nails across his back. I have to grit my teeth against the wave of arousal that covers my body.

"I want to mark you for all the world to see that you're mine. That you're my woman. Tell me you're my woman, Bri. Tell me you're mine."

I have never seen this side of him. Dark. Hard. All man.

"I'm your woman. For as long as you'll have me."

"Forever, baby, because you own every part of me."



The Unwritten Rules Ch. 05



Soft kisses tickle my neck. Arching, I open my eyes to the beautiful sunrise. The shadow of birds dance in the dawn colored sky. A cool breeze drifts over my face and I am grateful for the blanket Yuri had thrown over us at some point in the night. His hard chest is against my back and his warmth cocoons me. His erection is nestled against my bottom and his hand on my stomach keeps me close.

"Good morning, beautiful."

I stretch, returning his greeting. I pull his borrowed jacket closer to me and inhaled deep. I have never felt so safe and wanted in my life.

"Hmm. That feels good." Yuri molds his body to mine and follows my movements. I smile and settle against him, recollecting our night together. Our make out session lasted long into the night. After, we rustled up cheese, crackers and fruit from the basket. We whispered sweet nothings as we fed each other, fireflies bopping and twirling outside our romantic seclusion. With insects singing in the distance and Yuri's arms surrounding me, I drifted into the most peaceful sleep I've ever had.

I would have gladly gone all the way. Even without the promise of climax at the end, I knew I would treasure every second of being with Yuri but he halted our play, promising, "Soon."

"We have to get out of here," he says now, still touching me softly.

Still it takes more than thirty minutes to rise from our picnic area.

"Are we going to just leave this stuff here?" I ask, gesturing at the remains of the last night.

"It's going to be taken care of."

Twenty minutes later, we're on our way back to the apartment. The morning wind comes into the car and teases my bedraggled hair. The ends tease my chin and neck. Our hands are joined between us. Yuri's thumb is caressing the back of mine.

I don't want this to end.

His eyes are hooded and his clothes are disheveled. He looks like he just rolled out of bed. Inexplicably, I blush and a silly grin tugs my lips. He answers with one of his own. As if he reads my mind, he squeezes my hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss, saying, "Spend the day with me."

"I'd love that. I need to call Lovely though."

I need not have wasted my breath.

"Bow chicka bow wow," Lovely says as a greeting and my cheeks heat. "Please tell you're in bed still naked and sweaty from getting your freak on."

I groan. "Love-"

"Oh girl, tell me everything."

"We're-"

"I can hear it in your voice." There is clapping on the line. "My girl has finally gotten laid."

A quick glance at Yuri tells me he's getting the gist of the one-side conversation

"Are all the rumors true? Is it as big as they say?"

A raised eyebrow comes my way. I shrug, blushing so hard, I am sure my hair will catch afire soon.

"I-"

"Oh gosh, this is so wonderful. I'm so happy for you guys! Is he next to you?"

I clear my throat and reply, "Actually, yes-"

She squeals before I can finish my sentence and I hold the phone away from my ear. When she finally calms down, she says, "Don't bother coming in today. I've got everything under control."

The line goes dead.

"I'm yours for the day," I say lamely as I return my cell to my clutch purse.

He just smiles.

Walking over the threshold into our apartment, I instantly feel the difference. Removing Yuri's jacket and placing it on the back of the couch, I realize the difference is not in the surroundings. It's in me. While I am still afraid of what the future holds, I want to take the chance even more. What if we could be all Yuri says and more? What if there is the tiniest possibility that my fantasies can be more than that? Can I be a wife, a mother, someone's reason for being?

I want to find out.

I look back. He is leaning against the closed door, looking at with me with such heat and devotion. Ignoring the tiny negative voice in my head that says this is a bad idea, I walk up to him and say, "Make me feel like a woman, Yuri. Make me yours."

I kiss him. Not the timid, unsure peck I would have given him just yesterday but a no holds barred, tongue practically shoved down his throat kiss of a woman ready and willing to be fucked. He meets my candor with equal force, opening his mouth to receive my tongue. Later I'm sure I will be shocked at my behavior but now I revel in this heady sense of control.

Tearing my lips from his, I pepper kisses along his jaw and neck. My hands are busy as well. One by one, I undo the buttons of his shirt until the garment gapes open. I push it off his shoulders and it lands on the floor with a whisper of a sound. He helps me remove the white undershirt and it follows a similar course.

A low sound of appreciation escapes me. Broad shoulders. A wide chest divided by abs stacked better than a Hersey's bar leading to lean hips. Tiny, brown nipples. All of it adds up to make up this male perfection. Adonis has nothing on Yuri.

I drag my fingers down the hard slab, sifting through the nearly invisible hairs. His groan vibrates the flesh beneath my fingers as I scrape my nails gently over the flat nipples. Cream flows from my pussy to flood my already saturated panties.

Perspiration sparkles like tiny diamonds over the chocolate-colored skin and I cannot resist. I lean close and kiss between his pecs. He freezes but he does not stop me as I placed another just a little bit lower. This time I flick my tongue over his skin and his salty tang explodes on my taste buds. I moaned my pleasure but the sound is overshadowed by the deep bass of his groan.

I look up as his fingers tangle in my hair. The remaining pins fall to the floor. A hint of red slashes over his cheeks and his jaw is tense but it's his eyes that have me mesmerized. They are pools of green gold, hard with need that almost brings me to my knees.

Holding his gaze, I nip the small nipple and just that quickly I find myself backed up against the door. Yuri's fingers tighten in my hair and he pulls my head back to plunder my lips. His eyes still holding mine prisoner, he presses his erection against my belly. My pussy clenches and throbs to be possessed, taken. To be pounded in submission just as his eyes promises.

He drags my dress up and palms my ass before sliding over my dripping center. "Oh god, baby. You're so wet. Drenched."

His thigh nudges mine apart and his fingers enter the lace doing a very poor job of guarding my womanhood. He parts my slit and a long finger traces around my center and up to my pulsing bud. Around and around it goes but only gives my clit the barest touch.

"Touch me," I beg, undulating against his hand.

He takes my hand and places it over his. "Show me how, baby. Show me how you like it."

My finger over his, I rubbed the tiny organ with sweeping strokes that grow harder as our breathing escalate. He licks at my bottom lip and retreats. Blindly I follow and do the same. Soon we are lip locked, our tongues entangled and our hips copying the movements of our fingers.

"Put my finger inside you, Bri. I want to feel your heat."

Together our fingers press into me and I bite my bottom lip. A sobbing moan still escapes me when my flesh quavers in reaction to the drag of the calloused tip of his. It reaches far deeper than mine and curves to stroke me higher. We develop a smooth tempo. The smell of juicy arousal sends a naughty thrill through me and the wet sound of my need echoes loudly.

"You're so fucking hot, Bri. Just like I always dreamed. Better even."

Tap, tap, tap the heel of my palm goes against my clit, forced into the rhythm of his. Just as I feel that familiar stirring in my belly, he takes our hands away. I wail, "Noooo."

"It's okay, babe. I've got you." Unexpectedly, he lifts me. "Wrap your legs around me," he orders though my thighs already move on their own accord and clasp his hips.

A sharp tug of his hand and cool air rushes over my pussy. The sound of a zipper follows and I jump when something hot brushes me.

The star of my fantasies pushes a path through the swollen lips that receive a fresh dose of my cream. The flat head nudges my clit and I shudder violently, my nails digging into his back and shoulders. As if the motion is transferred to him, Yuri shudders as well and places his open mouth over my shoulder, pushing the fabric of my dress aside.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he croons against my flesh. "Because it feels fucking marvelous on my end. I can't wait to be buried inside of all that goodness, to feel you squeeze every bit of cum from my cock."

His words affect him as much as me. His hips jerk sharply, passing his length over my entrance before bumping my butt cheeks. I can only tremble in answer.

The head of his cock against my slit, he rocks against me. Little by little, the blunt tip enters me. Even with my natural lubrication, my flesh resists. Yuri's persistence pays off though. When those few inches slip in we both freeze, eyes locked. A bead of sweat rolls of Yuri's forehead and falls on my chest to roll down between my breasts.

"Okay?"

"More."

"We need to take this slow, babe. I don't want to hurt you." He rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes briefly. "Fuck, this is not how I wanted the first time to be. I wanted to savor you, to show you how much you mean to me. Not take you like a demented asshole against the door."

He opens his eyes and his conflict is reflected there.

"Bed," he says decisively though the words came out harsher than he wants I'm sure. "We need a bed."

Wrapping me securely in his arms, he takes the first step in the direction of our bedrooms. We both groan as it forces his thick head just that little bit more into me. He stumbles before righting himself against the wall with one hand. The next step isn't any easier and I know breaking our bond is just as unacceptably to him as it is to me. Another step. Then another. Every one drives him deeper, only to pull him back again.

I am quavering from the intensity of us and where this moment will lead. Everything tells me it will be the best thing to ever happen to me and I am impatient for the experience. On the sixth step, I growl, "I don't care where, just take me."

He growls right back, "I won't take you like this, dammit! You deserve better."

He takes another step.

I shift in his embrace and he slips even deeper, the burn of his size and being so long without a man is overridden by the pleasure of finally having him inside me. His hands on my hips prevent me from going any further. His jaw is tight with his restraint but I want him as wild and out of control as I. I clench my muscles around him.

"Don't, baby. You're destroying me..."

I nip chin. "Make me yours, Yuri. I want you to fuck me hard against this wall. I want you just as we are. Please."

"God, Bri, I'm sorry." That is all the warning I get before my back is once more against the wall and his hips flex hard into me.

My head falls back and hits the wall but I hardly feel it. My whole being concentrates on the thick erection filling me to the brim, on the pleasure/pain of being stretched more than I've ever been. He pauses and allows me to adjust. Slowly, my muscles expand and with the realization of every inch that's jammed into my body, my arousal spikes and they grip Yuri even tighter.

"Oh god, Bri. You feel like heaven. Like you were made just for me." He rains kisses on my neck, chest and shoulders.

I cannot agree more.

"Okay?" he asks after a while.

I nod and still he gives me another moment to enjoy the feel of him throbbing deep in my core before he withdraws inch by agonizing inch.

He slams home again.

My nails dig into his skin and my legs tighten around him as he builds a relentless rhythm. In, hard, fast and so deep. Out, slow, torturous, making my flesh burn for more.

He pulls the front of my dress down, bringing with it the cups of my bra. My nipples are hard and pointed, more red than pink.

"Feed it to me, Brianne. Put that deliciously hard nipple in my mouth." His words send my juices rushing over his cock and my muscles fluttering. His eyes darken to black. "Hurry, Bri."

Cupping them both, I raise the left tip to his mouth. Knees bended, he leans toward my offering. He licks it like it's an ice-cream cone. Again and again.

"Fucking delicious."

He sucks in time to the advance and retreat of his hips. I try to counter his movements but his hold is unbreakable and I growl my frustration even as I mewl in enjoyment.

He lets go with a wet sound and says, "The other one."

Just as before, the sensation rushes from my breast and blooms all over my body. My skin tingles and my belly clenches with each pull of his lips. I have had my breasts played with before-pawed more like it, actually. Before, they were just inconvenient lumps that draw unwanted attention and a back strain. They definitely were not used for my enjoyment. Yuri turns them into pleasure troves but nothing compares to the carnival of sensations going on between my legs.

Yuri's hips are moving harder now. His hands grip me tighter and pull me into his thrusts, sure to leave the marks of his possession. He hits the right spot every time. Words and sounds I thought would never come from me are screamed at one turn to be whispered reverently the next. My head thrashes back and forth, the feelings he inspires too much to handle. I beg him not to stop.

"Do you know how many nights I've stayed away, knowing this hot pussy was just inches away and knowing I couldn't do anything about it?"

His hands separate the globes of my ass. I felt naughty and exposed. "Oh yes, Yuri. Right there. Right there. Fuck me harder."

The slap of skin on skin is loud. Our breathing is heavy, echoing fast-beating hearts and the rush of blood. I am trapped in his gaze, in this moment. Icy heat crawls up and down my back as a surge tightens low in my belly. There is no warning. One moment all I feel is the strength of Yuri's thrusts, the drag of his chest against my nipples, the muscles of his back working beneath my hand. Then there is darkness for a split second before I lose control of my body.

Every muscle clenches tight then I shake uncontrollably. Though my eyes are open all I see is bursts of light as the roar in my ears grows louder and louder. I grit my teeth against the assault but it cannot be denied.

I am baffled by the intensity of what is happening, only distantly aware that I have finally attained that elusive peak when the second wave hits. It's stronger than the first and I have to scream my pleasure at the ceiling as Yuri quickens his movements. Pressing me harder against the wall and spreading my thighs wider, he pounds into me like a man possessed. More explosions rock me. Vaguely I hear him roar his climax.

I come back to myself slowly. Just like mine, Yuri's breathing is still harsh. Tingles still pull my skin though at a more leisurely pattern. Yuri's weight pushes me into the wall and something tiny and sharp pricks my bottom. Despite the slight discomfort, I feel glorious. Light. Free.

Yuri strokes my hair away from my face and I open eyes I did not realize I'd closed.

"I think I can finally make it to the bed now." He hoists me a little higher and walks us to my bedroom. He is still hard and each step sends shivers through me. High on delirium, I just cling to him.

He places me on the bed and rises. We both groan when he slides from my body.

Covered with latex, he is thick and hard against his thigh. I marvel that I took something that size into my body. I cannot take my eyes off it. It bobs with his movements as he pushes the rest of his clothing away, helping me discard mine as well.

I lick my lips and slowly meet his eyes. They are shining with the renewed passion that is course through me. The used condom is replaced by a new one. Like a predator on the hunt, he crawls over me and declares, "We're far from done."

****

Bending over me, he licks a path from my belly button to the valley between my breasts. He pushes the soft globes against his cheeks before grabbing one then the other between his lips, sucking at the stiff buds.

My fingers clutch the pillow beneath my head and my breath comes in sharp catching puffs. Lifting his head, he stalks over my body until his lips hover above mine. Our lips meet softly and I transfer my grip to his head.

More than twelve hours have passed since we first became lovers and they have been nothing short of a dream come true. A very naughty, erotic dream that thoroughly dispelled any notion that I am incapable of orgasming with a man.

At first I was afraid the ecstasy of our first time was a fluke but the second time around, with Yuri's tongue stroking my pussy with the enthusiasm of a starving man, proved it was more than a stroke of luck. When his cock sank into me the second time, we frantically raced to the finished, the desperation to have each other still there.

Though Yuri promised the next time would be nice and slow, I had no complains when I was taken hard and fast pressed up against the tiled wall in the shower that followed. We fell into bed then and dozed until the late afternoon. We woke with grumbling stomachs and tried to hold off the bubbling desire but ended up loving intently on the table where after Yuri's bended me over the kitchen counter. While he growled his completion in my ear, I screamed his name and cursed myself for not giving into his seduction sooner.

Nice and slow did not start until the sensually tender bath we shared before settling comfortably on the living room couch. I wore nothing but a pair of panties and the top half of Yuri's pajamas while he wore the bottom. Doing nothing but being together we touched, learning the small things we missed in the day's wanton excess. Hours, minutes or seconds later, Yuri kissed me and said, "I need you again. But I'll take it slow this time, I promise."

He lifted me in his arms and now, here we are in my bedroom. The soft light cast shadows of two bodies locked in lascivious abandon and the sheet are in disarray. The pajama top is unbuttoned and invites Yuri's exploration. His hand travels over my chest, tweaking my nipples on its path down to the line of my panties. Dipping beneath the elastic band, he finds my moist heat and groans.

He disconnects our locked lips and brings his wet finger to my lips, smearing my moisture over the trembling entrance. My tongue peeked out to lick at his finger, enticing it to enter my mouth. I suck it clean thinking how much better my juice tastes mixed with his as I remember licking our mutual climax from his cock earlier.

Removing his finger, he brings us to a sitting position and discards my top. Palming my bottom, he pushes me back down to the soft sheets and moves until my crotch is level with his mouth. He licks me through my panties. My hands find purchase over his head. "Oh Yuri..."

Pushing my legs up and out, he makes love to her pussy through the fabric. Soon though, my legs are raised and the barrier is swept away. Keeping my legs positioned in the air, thighs together, he pushes them up to my chest. My pussy lips are pink, engorged and wet. He adorns them with petting licks. Long lashes sweep down and momentarily hide the pleasure in his eyes as he groans.

Yuri is so open with his delight in my body. With him I am beautiful. How can I not be when his eyes darken every time he looks at my naked body? When he was hard and ready for me with one touch, one glance? Even now, he nuzzles me, inhaling deeply and whispers reverently, "Gorgeous. You're so fucking wet for me, baby. I love the way you smell. And you taste even better."

Using my hips, he brings me to his mouth and promptly laps up my juices like a starving man. "I can't get enough."

That said, he places my heels on the mattress and my legs sprawled, adds a pillow beneath my bottom. He resumes his feast.




The Unwritten Rules Ch. 05



My back arches of the bed. My hands alternately clench the sheets and mold my breasts, teasing my hard nipples. Parting my labia, he rims my entrance, eager for the pearly drops that hurry to meet his thrusting tongue. My legs tremble and my arms struggle to find something, anything to keep me centered. I am lightheaded and know I will be falling off that precipice soon. He makes a crooning sound. "I've got you, babe. Trust me and let go."

He pushes a lubricated finger into my canal. I start in surprised then shudder with a long moan. My muscles grab onto his finger. Finding my g-spot, he begins a back and forth rhythm. I arch higher and he catches my clit between his lips. Riding his mouth and hand, I explode with a choked whimper. His hands keep my trembling hips in place as he continues his torture until he rings every bit of the climax from my body.

Ascending my length he catches my lips once more. Immediately my tongue pushes into his mouth and my legs and arms lock him to me. My fingers roam his back, feeling the bunch of muscle and the tension of his arousal. When I reach for his pants, he stops me though. "I'm good for now. I know you're sore."

My pussy is well and thoroughly used but I cannot get enough of this man and without any words I tell him so. Catching him by surprise I press my lips to his and flip us over, my thighs hugging his flanks. Rising to my knees, I look down at him. I revel in his scrutiny, feeling heat everywhere his eyes caress. I allow my eyes the luxury of his body as well and think again how truly scrumptious he is.

Leaning over, I lick a nipple I discovered is as sensitive as mine. He hisses when I nip and suck the flat disk, his eyes blazing from above. Trailing lower, I let my hair wash over his skin, something I know he likes. His muscles quaver in response.

I rub my cheek against his swollen cock. It is curved toward his right hip and the top pushes at the waist band. Through the cloth, I trace his outline with my fingers and lips. My saliva further dampens the material, making it transparent. I lick him through the thin material until the need for unrestricted access overcomes me. With his help, the garment sails through the air.

His cock pumps in the air like a fist. I follow the movement hungrily, taking him in my mouth. His breath is shaky and his thighs tremble. This man gives me a sense of power that is addictive. Very deliberately I trace the ribbed length, making sure every inch receives my undying attention before dipping into the slit weeping at his tip. More liquid quickly beads there and I eagerly scoop it up.

It tastes sooo good!

"Oh yes. Suck me, baby. Oh shit... Your mouth is burning me alive."

He threads his fingers through my hair and together we build a steady rhythm. Shallow thrusts, sucking lips and a licking tongue making naughty noises as he hisses and moans in encouragement.

"Stop, babe, or I'm going to come in that pretty little mouth of yours. Come up here, let me touch you too."

I am tempted to keep my position, to push until he spurts that unique combination of tangy and salty on my tongue but the ache in my pussy pushes me up his body. I spread her legs over his sides again knowing my rose is bared to his gaze once more. I roll my hips and the heat of his erection slides against my wetness. Time and time again he just misses sliding into me.

"Take me, Bri," he begs, his hand on my hips.

We both watch as he slides into me. It is slow going as we push and retreat until the inches disappear.

The muscles in his jaw clench and he grits his teeth, his cock jerking in me. "You feel so damn good. So wet and hot."

It mesmerizing, all the differences between us. My pale skin against his darker tone. My soft curves compared to the sharper hardness of his body.

He hits bottom. My skin is stretched tight to accommodate him. My moisture reflects the light in the room, several drops glistening off the short curls surrounding his manhood. His hands clench on my hips and my eyes jump to his. Even after a whole day seeing the intensity there, it is shocking. Like looking into the sun, I will probably never get used to it. And just like every time I glimpse it, my heart bursts with shining emotion only to have doubt and panic rear their ugly heads.

If marriage to a man for whom I only briefly felt infatuation and then whole-hearted contempt almost destroyed me, how can I survive if it did not work between Yuri and I? How can I go back to my loveless, orgasm-less existence?

I close my eyes against the answer.

I cannot.

"Look at me. I need to see your eyes." I obey his command. Cupping my chin, he says. "I am buried in your body but you've managed to carve you name on every part of me. Everything I have belongs to you, my body, my soul, my heart... and I would have it no other way. I will never hurt you. I will give my life before I ever consider it. I love you, Brianne."

The words are on the tip of my tongue to return.

"I-I...."

I cannot say it and my heart aches at the flash of pain that briefly darkens his eyes.

"I'll wait as long as you need me to."

I don't deserve this man, his patience, his caring, his love but by god, I want it. I need it.

Ensnared in his gaze, I start to move. Up, down, forward, backward. Slow, fast, faster. Heat roses quickly. I lean forward and Yuri eagerly catches my lips, his hips keeping pace. The slap of sweat-slicked skin and wet pussy over hard cock competed with heavy breathing, moans, sighs and groans.

I can feel myself spiraling out of control when Yuri reverses our positions. Kneeling, he pulls my legs over his shoulders and promptly resumes our frantic pace.

"Oh yes!"

The new angle nudged my g-spot with firm strokes, bumping the mouth of my cervix. I grip the headboard and scream when his finger finds my clit and his mouth closes over my hard nipple. The force of the explosion sends me into another dimension. Dimly I hear him snarl my name and his teeth closes over the soft flesh just above my right breast. His hips move even harder. Faster. Deeper. The pain of it is so exquisite. I arch and buck as the pleasure twists with an intensity that brings tears to my eyes and move something in the region of my chest.

A second later I feel the hot spill of his cum on my lower belly and realized that we had not used a condom. He falls forward, catching himself on his forearms. His hips are still jerking with the force of his release. His chest pushes against my thighs with the harshness of his breaths. My breathing is just as turbulent as I hide my face against the sheet, trying to stop the flow of tears.

I must not be doing an effective job since he kisses my jawline, murmuring soft sounds of comfort after gently lowering my feet to the bed.

His weight shifts and he got off the bed minutes later. Through the cover of my hair I watch him leave the room, fighting a fresh onslaught. Was he coming back? I stifled the urge to call him back.

He is back just as quickly as he left and I bite my lip against the sob of relief, hating this sudden emotional assault. A cool cloth cleans my belly and between my thighs. I arched into the touch even though I am too tired to do anything else. He leaves the room again briefly and then the bed dips with his weight. He pulls me close. I settle against his chest, my butt neatly nestled against his finally flaccid penis and my head on his shoulder.

He gently pulls my hair away from my shoulder and his lips caress me. The words are uttered against my skin and brand me forever.

"I love you."

****

Sleeveless, the high-low, ivory colored wedding dress fits Lovely like it is made for her. The beaded waist and corseted design of the top shows off her slim figure, long legs and a hint cleavage before bellowing into a long pleated train.

"This is the one."

I meet her eyes in the mirror, my smile teary and wobbly. "Yes, it is. You're so beautiful." I get up from my seat and stand behind her. "Jared is a lucky man and given how sexy this thing is, he'll be itching to get to the honeymoon."

Lovely laughs, swallowing a sob despite the happiness shining in her eyes. "God, I've turned into a cry baby."

She steps down from the pedestal and I follow her to the white 'C' shape settee. The smiling sales assistance subtly moves away as we sit down. I hand Lovely a tissue from my purse. I'd taken to carrying them. There is no shortage of waterworks these days in her company.

"I still can't believe it. I, Lovely St. Rose, am getting married. God, how did I find a man to put up with me?" She looks up at the ceiling and seems genuinely perplexed. "My mother hated me."

The previous lightness evaporates from the room and tension now flows. Lovely shrill laugh echoes. She gets up and starts pacing. Her eyes have taken on a wild, faraway look. "She blamed me for my dad leaving us, for destroying her perfect figure, for her being unable to have the career she wanted. The list is endless." The pacing stops for a second and she looks out the bridal store's windows. The crowd on the sidewalk is oblivious to the storm brewing inside. It is late afternoon and a high school had gathered outside the ice-cream parlor across the street. She resumes with pained sound. "I started acting out young but she hardly noticed, so lost in an endless stream of men, drugs and parties. And even though I hated her, I followed in her footsteps. I especially liked the boys. When they told me I was pretty or they loved me I could forget all the mean things she said. They never meant it though. Every man I thought loved me, or even just liked me, has let me down. Lovely The Unlovable one called me once. They were all the same except Jared."

She stops in front of the mirror. "I can't do this, Brianne. I can't marry him. He's too good for me. He deserves someone so much better than a broken girl from the projects. Someone who isn't haunted by her past mistakes and cannot let a dead woman rest. Why the hell did I think this is going to work?"

She breaks down then. Hands covering her face to hide her tears, she sinks to her knees on the floors. My own tears flowing freely, I follow her. Taking her hands, I make her look at me. "Lovely, don't do this to yourself. Don't let bad people ruin this great thing between you and Jared. It's going to work because you deserve to be happy, sweetie, and you have a man whose face lights up when you smile. It's going to working because the way that man looks at you is enough to make the most seasoned hooker blush. He doesn't see anybody else when you're in the room. It's going to work because he loves you and you love."

And just like that something shifts in my head. It's been a month since my relationship with Yuri changed. He has said, "I love you" numerous times and has gone out of his way to show me his feelings are real. We talk, we laugh, Friday nights are still our special night, we make beautiful love and have hot sex, and he holds me close every night yet I have not been able to say the words back. I was afraid to take those last steps and no amount of lying to myself diminishes the fact.

The fear is still there but I no longer want to play the victim. Yuri deserves better. I deserve better.

"He loves me," Lovely says. Though the words are said with conviction, her eyes plead with me.

"He loves you," I cement. "And you love him."

"I do."

"Then that's all you need." I wipe Lovely's cheeks with trembling fingers. "Let yourself be happy."

I plan to take my own advice. Yuri won't know what hit him tonight.

An hour and a half later we are celebrate the find of the gorgeous dress with two ice-cream cones. At the first lick of strawberry flavor, my cell rings. A glance at the caller ID shows an unknown number and I answer reluctantly. A moment later the cell falls from my numb fingers.

"What's the matter?"

I look at Lovely, my heart breaking. "Yuri's been in an accident."

****

"Do you Jared take this woman to be you lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Do you Lovely take this man to be you lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

Seconds later the groom bends his bride over his arm and gives the congregation something to cheer about. He still cannot keep his lips off her hours later as they slow dance at the reception. Seated at a table across the huge hall, I watch as he nibbles on her shoulder, his hands pressing her close to his body.

"What going on in that pretty head of yours?" Warm lips brush my neck. I shiver, my body already preparing its self for his touch. I look away from the bride and groom to find Yuri looking down at me with that heady mixture of tenderness and heat.

He looks magnificent dressed in his tuxedo. The lavender colored tie matches my dress.

I smile. "Just thinking I've never been happier," I say, touching the scar above his right eye.

I will never forget that fateful day five months ago. His jeep was hit head on by a drunk driver who ran a red light. The doctors considered Yuri's survival nothing short of a miracle. Even more unbelievable is that the only injuries he sustained were a concussion, two cracked ribs and various cuts and bruises. This scar remains to remind me how close I came to losing him.

The same day he was released from the hospital he proposed. The diamond ring shined brightly from my finger but it was the simple gold band I loved. Not willing to wait, we eloped to Las Vegas the following weekend. The big church wedding is planned for later in the year.

"May I have this dance?"

I place my hand in his. On the dance floor, he pulls me close, his hands on my lower back and mine circling his neck. We sway slowly, his erection cradled in the softness of my belly and my nipples poking at the hardness of his chest. I rest my head over his heart. Its beat echoes strong and steady beneath my ear.

Yuri leans down to whisper in my ear, "I love you, Mrs. Alvin."

I raise my head and touch my lips to his. "I love you too, Mr. Alvin."

****

Diary Entry 05/10/2013

They say as boys grow up all they think about is sex and pussy. Seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, it's always on their minds.

In this case, the boy is a girl and that hot juicy pussy is a long, hard dick. But not just any ol' dick. Oh no!

There's one special dick belonging to one special man I desire.

My best friend.

My lover.

My husband.

We had that big bash of a wedding today. There were a few surprises. Like my ex-husband showing by my mother's invitation. After the shock wore off, I felt nothing but pity for this man. Not even his apology triggered the emotion I expected. Walking away from him and into the arms of my husband, I realized how much time I wasted dwelling on the past when my future, full of love and warmth, was right in front of my eyes all this time.

I see it now.

Now it's off to the Caribbean for our honeymoon. My pussy is already wet just thinking about it. I have never been happier or more fulfilled. How can I not be? I have all I've ever wanted, a husband who loves and wants me, a new house to call home, our first child on the way...

Breaking the rules have never felt so good!