Undisputed (19 page)

It wasn’t until I met Tripp and Reb’s parents that I realized that mine were fucked. Literally and figuratively. The Tolers were the most loving, down-to-earth, generous people I had ever met. The charities my mother worked with didn’t hold a candle to the Tolers.

But even seeing Mr. Toler lavish his wife with affection didn’t change the way I thought relationships worked. I was already too damaged by the upbringing my parents had so
kindly
given me.

Knowing I could never live the lies my parents did but thinking I would never be good enough for the kind of love the Tolers had, I had long since decided that meaningless one-night stands were all I had to look forward to. And I was okay with that. It’s hard to complain about getting sex any place and time you wanted.

But standing here, watching Sidney take joy in a “mixed bouquet” of flowers, is making me second-guess everything I thought I knew about my lifestyle. Maybe I
can
have what Tripp’s parents have. But, more than that, maybe that’s exactly what I
want.

Pulling up to the front of her house, I realize I’m not ready for the night to end. I don’t think I have ever held a conversation with a woman for that long. Sidney was a bit quirky at times, telling me about her list-making obsession and tendency to think worst-case scenario in all situations. But she was also funny and could hold her own with my teasing.

Once she’d had a few glasses of wine, she really loosened up, and before I knew it, she was laughing and telling me all about her wild college days. I had a hard time believing she was an active participant in some of the stories, but she promised that Abby would corroborate them.

Still smiling at the thought of her sledding naked down a hill, I turn toward where she is quietly sitting in the passenger’s seat. She’s lost in thought, staring at her house out the window.

Squeezing the fingers laced in mine, I gently prompt, “What’s on your mind?”

Tearing her gaze away from the house, she looks into my eyes for a few moments. “I had such a good time tonight. I’m not really ready for it to end.” Sighing, she tips her chin towards the window. “Sometimes, it’s nice to take a break from the real world, ya know? Pretend that my life isn’t a mess.”

I want to say something to comfort her, but I can’t imagine what her life’s been like these last few months. Hell,
years
. So the right thing to say escapes me.

She brings our joined hands up to her lips and softly kisses my fingers. “Thanks for giving me a perfect night,” she whispers.

Those simple words cause my chest to constrict. Sitting in front of me is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and
she’s
thanking
me
for a great night.

Leaning forward, I palm her face with both hands and crash my mouth to hers. In my desperation to taste her, our teeth clack together, but it doesn’t stop her from grabbing my shirt and pulling my body against hers. The gear shift digs into my leg, but with the way she is clinging to me, I couldn’t care less. Her breasts press into my chest through the thin fabric of her dress, fueling my desire for her.

Taking control of the kiss by angling her head to the side, Sidney thrusts her tongue into my mouth. Encouraged by her sudden aggression, I move my hands to her waist and drag her onto my lap. Her dress rides up sinfully high, and all I can feel under my hands is the smooth skin of her bare thigh.

Groaning at the contact of my cock with her core, I run my hand up the side of her body and around to palm her full breasts. Her hand snakes up the back of my neck, the tips of her nails biting my scalp. I tease my thumb across her peaked nipple, and she lets out a strangled moan that causes my cock to twitch. I move a hand around to grip her ass while using my other to knead her breast.

She begins to rock back and forth in my lap, the friction causing my erection to grow impossibly harder. I can’t get enough of her and wrap my arm around her waist to pull her even closer.

As I press kisses down the side of her slender throat, she leans her head to the side to give me more access. Letting out a breathy sigh, she continues to grind against my cock. I want to be inside her more than I’ve ever wanted anything before, but not in the front seat of my tiny-ass car. Mentally kicking myself for not having driven Velma tonight, I continue to weigh our options. While I can’t take her inside and do all the things I’d like to, I also can’t let her go inside unsatisfied.

Getting her off in the front seat of my car may not have been on Tripp’s list of dating must-dos, but even I can see that it’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

Sliding my hand up her thigh, I’m greeted by silk panties—and they’re soaked.

“Fuck,” I groan, pressing my thumb against her clit.

Her whole body shivers, and she attempts to spread her legs wider in our confined space.

Lazily, I begin rubbing circles through the thin material covering her drenched pussy. Breaking the contact with her neck, I lean back and peer at her face. Her lips are swollen and parted slightly.

“Open your eyes, Sidney.”

They flutter open, and it takes her a moment to focus on my face.

When I finally know she’s completely with me, I say, “I want you. But not here.”

Disappointment mars her pretty features, but she nods.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t make you come all over my fingers before we say goodnight.” I give her a wicked grin before taking her mouth again.

Swallowing another of her delicious moans, I pull her panties to the side before thrusting a finger into her pussy. Immediately, she clenches around me. My cock jumps, probably from jealousy, as she begins to ride my hand. Using my thumb, I rub her sensitive nub. I add a second finger, and soon, she’s riding my fingers at a frenzied pace.

My balls tighten, but I fight it back. God, I could come from only watching her.

Her mouth tears away from mine just a moment before she begins to pulse around my fingers. The sounds she makes while coming are the most erotic noises I’ve ever heard, and if I thought I couldn’t be any more turned on, I was wrong. She throws her head back and her hair brushes along the arm I have wrapped around her waist as she continues to milk my fingers.

When she finally stills, she leans forward and rests her head on my shoulder, panting. I press kisses on to the side of her head and rub slow circles on her back.

Clearing her throat, Sidney leans back and looks at me. She opens her mouth to speak, but I brush a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Thank
you
for a perfect night. You better answer when I call…
tomorrow.
”

“Tomorrow.” Blushing, she bites her bottom lip and nods shyly.

I open my door, and she climbs out, adjusting the hem of her dress before turning to go inside. I climb out behind her and wrap my arm around her shoulders, leading her to the front door. Then I place a soft kiss on her lips and whisper, “Tomorrow.”

She nods once and slips inside. I stand on the porch until I hear the click of the deadbolt and then make my way back to my car. Inside, the scent of her perfume lingers and the memory of her moans plays in my head
.

Yeah, I definitely need more of that.

A mere week ago, the thought terrified me. But tonight? It feels so right.

W
alking in o my house after our date that night, I felt lighter than I had in years. So to say that I am a disappointed that it has been nearly two weeks since I saw Breccan is a massive understatement.

Breccan has been out of town, training for his upcoming fight, and even though I have been tempted to make the two-hour drive, I can’t get away because of Connor’s appointments and Thanksgiving. Despite not being able to see each other, we have managed to talk and text daily, even Face-Timing once or twice.

I haven’t had a serious boyfriend since I moved in with Abby, and I was worried that the getting-to-know-you process would be awkward. But, with Breccan, it’s been fun. He is easy to talk to, and our conversations never drag or lull. Breccan keeps me laughing, just like he did that night at Raw, even when our conversations turn serious.

The casual chats and random texts from him make me forget that he’s a celebrity. And, while he often throws out a sexual innuendo or two during our late-night talks, never once has he made me feel like he is only interested in getting me into bed. It is a far cry from the stories I read about him during my obsessive Google search after I’d met him.

Even after he had shown up randomly and then promised to help with Connor’s list, I was leery of his intentions. But these last few weeks have erased any doubts. Every morning, his texts always start out with an endearing name, like beautiful or baby. He always asks how Connor is doing at some point during our conversation, and when I was honest and told him that he wasn’t well, his concern was genuine.

Breccan and I were finally able to carve out some alone time in our hectic schedules and I found it cute the way he asked me to come to his apartment. He offered to cook, but then he admitted that it would probably be something from a box since he hasn’t had much practice. Worried about him burning the place down in an attempt to impress me, I told him that I’d handle it. The relief in his voice was evident when he told me that he pretty much likes anything and I should make whatever is easiest.

I agonized for days over what to make before finally settling on gorgonzola-crusted steak with baked sweet potato and fresh green beans. Every man likes steak, and it could be fancy while not requiring a ton of effort.

I don’t want to break a sweat and ruin the makeup and hair I’ve spent hours on.

With an arm full of groceries, I walk through the double doors of the lobby and approach the doorman. “Uhm, hi.”

He glances at me, a bored look on his face, “Hello and welcome to the High Point Community. How can I help you?” His tone matches his expression.

“I’m here to see Breccan Carlisle. Uh, he’s expecting me,” I tell him hesitantly, shifting the heavy bags in my arms.

Looking me up and down, he smirks. “Oh really? You’re not his usual type of visitor. Name?”

“It’s Sidney O’Neil,” I snap back. I’m irritated by what he’s suggesting, but I bite my tongue. I just want to get upstairs and see Breccan.

Dryly, he says, “Oh, look. You are on the list. Who would have guessed,” before ushering me into an elevator reserved for the penthouse.

I find myself laughing at the thought of being on an approved-visitors list.

When did I become that woman?

The elevator dumps me out on Brec’s floor, and my stomach drops when I see him leaning against his door, his phone to his ear. He’s wearing gym shorts and a sweaty shirt that’s clinging to his muscles in all the right places. When I step out, he glances up and the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen appears on his face.

Still smiling at me, he says into the phone, “Reb, got to go. Sid just got here. Yeah. Okay. You too.” After ending his call, he takes a step forward and removes half the bags from my hands. “Hey. You look great. I’m sorry I’m gross. Mark kept me at the gym late. I think he did it on purpose. Anyway, do you mind if I take a quick shower?”