What Was Meant to Be

by Q.B. Tyler

“I can picture your back right now, glistening with sweat, your hair matted to your skin after a time I took you particularly rough. Riding you so hard your body would practically collapse.”

“Parker, I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. I… was asleep early. I was angry at you for how you’d been treating me and—” “Asleep where?” “What?”

“I didn’t stutter,” he snaps. “Asleep, where? Because you weren’t at our house. There’s been no one there since you left at like nine a.m.?” “I went to my parents’ house, where I told you I’d be when I left yesterday morning,” I tell him. “You said you were going for breakfast, not to stay the whole damn day.”

“So that’s where you slept? Your parents?”

“No. I slept at Chloe’s.”

Trey scratches his jaw and gives me a look that leads me to believe that he’s about to say something to piss me off. “I think I recall warning you to stay away.” Yep, pissed off. “And I told you I would if I saw Whitney was happy. She was not. She wants to be with me, Trey.” “At the cost of a lot of people’s feelings, it seems.”

“Okay and what about hers? And mine? She should just marry this joker out of what? Obligation? Fuck that.”

There isn’t much I haven’t let JP do to me so for him to say bigger, I’m intrigued but also a little nervous at what he’s going to ask. “Well, out with it.” He grips his dick and stares me straight in the eyes. “Move in with me.” I stop rubbing my clit and look at him. “What?” “When you get home… and that better be in a few days or I’m coming out there to get you my fucking self. Move in with me.” “Baby…” “You want to fuck my ass?” He shrugs. “Fine, you can when you move in.”

“I haven’t told him. I just… I wanted to get away and get to you and maybe that makes me a terrible person. But I just told him I needed to get back for my exam tomorrow and he seemed to understand. I’m going to tell him, JP. I just didn’t know how to do it.” “I know, baby, it’s okay.” I can hear the anxiety in her voice and the fact that she’s getting even more worked up makes me want to do anything I can to calm her. “I know you will. Otherwise, it’ll be pretty awkward when you start preparing for our wedding,” I say in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You can’t manipulate me, Whitney.” I brush my nose against hers and a sigh leaves her lips. “Once I start, I don’t plan to stop so no we aren’t fucking in a parking garage where we could potentially get caught by anyone. Now get in the car.” “But…” she whines and I smack her ass as I open the door for her. “Get in.”

“Tell me who gets you this wet, baby.” “You.” “Say my name. Tell me who the fuck you belong to.”

let out a breath as I watch her stroke the fake dick while her eyes don’t leave mine. “I forgot how fucking hot you look like that. Come the fuck over here,”