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  He pumps in and out of me, grunting in my ear with each thrust, nipping at my neck and ears as he continues to fuck me up against the bathroom stall. The pain turns into pleasure as he begins to hit something inside me that has my eyes rolling into the back of my damn head. He. Feels. So. Fucking.Good.

  My mind can’t process everything that is going on. The normal Aurora would never in a million years fuck a man in a bathroom, let alone on the first date, but as he continues to drive his cock deeper and deeper inside me, we could be on top of the table in the middle of the fuckin’ restaurant and I wouldn’t care. Not a single bit. Because this man knows how to fuck.

  “Oh my God, Wesley.” I moan before his mouth lands on mine again, taking possession of my lips, just as he has done with the rest of my body.

  “My God, Aurora. Your pussy is the tightest thing I have ever felt.” he grunts as he pushes deeper than I’ve ever experienced. My body tightens around him and I can feel the orgasm building deep within the walls of my wet pussy.

  “I’m gonna…” before I can get my words out, the ripples of pleasure release through my body and I can’t speak. I can only moan as he picks up his speed. Harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm before someone catches us fucking in the women’s bathroom. My mind starts to come back to reality. Before I can panic and push him off of me, he grunts with his own orgasm, filling the condom deep inside me.

  “Holy shit. Aurora. My God.” His finger runs down the outline of my face in the most tender way. “You are such an amazing surprise. Everything I’ve always wanted.” He leans in and kisses me gently. A complete one eighty from the carnal beast who took me against the wall of a public bathroom stall just minutes ago. The shift in his mood is unexpected to say the least.

  We both do our best to sneak back to our table without anyone noticing what had just happened. Although I am more than sure someone within the eatery knows exactly what just went down. I should be second guessing myself and running for the door, but I am oddly calm. Maybe that is exactly what I needed. It sounds dirty and disgusting. Slutty and desperate. But I feel liberated. I feel like I am finally rid of Colin. I am finally free from what he put me through.

  “Penny for your thoughts, Aurora?” Wesley’s question snaps me out of my inner musings. Probably better off that way anyways. But the question now becomes: Am I honest with him?

  “Just thinking about how much of a slut I should feel like right now.” Before I can even think about my statement, my hand flies up to my mouth in shock. I should laugh, but I am partly mortified I actually came out and said that. “I’m sorry, that totally came out the wrong way.” I’m trying not to smile, but my face is totally winning out on this battle.

  “There is no reason for you to feel like a slut. We are both adults, Aurora.” He says while sipping on his glass of red wine. “Clearly, we have a connection…” he trails off. Yeah, a connection, that is for sure.

  “Wesley, can I be honest with you for a moment?” I ask, waiting for his reply so I can spill how I am really feeling about what just happened.

  “Aurora, I hope you are always honest with me.”

  “I haven’t been with anyone but my ex-husband. And no one since we divorced. I didn’t expect my first time getting back on the horse to be… so….public?” I laugh. I guess I am finally losing that stick up my ass Colin always insisted was so firmly planted. I hate thinking about him and I just wish the past would disappear and swallow all of my memories with him whole.

  “I can’t say I planned that. I’ve thought about being with you every night since I watched you get off on the computer though. Every night, Aurora. That is exactly what I thought about when I would jerk off. In bed, in the shower, before work, before bed. That pussy of yours is just absolutely delicious. Next, I want to lay you down in my bed and lick you for hours.” He says every last work with a huge smile on his face. The confident smile I am really coming to love. He is confident in every word and he knows he will get every last thing he wants.

  “You are confident, Wesley.” I reply with a cocky demeanor. Trying to match the game he is playing across the table.

  “Aurora, darling. Tell me you wouldn’t enjoy that just as much as I would. Tell me no right now and I will never bother you again.” He tosses his cloth napkin onto the table and begins to stand.

  “I can’t tell you no.” I quietly admit as our eyes hold each other’s gaze.

  “Which is why I can’t walk away from you. Whatever this is between us, Aurora…” he points back and forth between our bodies. “This is meant to be. I don’t do relationships or monogamy… but for you, Aurora, I will do anything you want.” I question his sincerity. But, the fact remains, I am just not ready for something exclusive. Not with him, not with anyone. I have dates lined up. I have people I want to meet. I have promises I have made to myself that I won’t let any man get in the way of. Even if he is a good lay.

  “I’m not looking for a relationship, Wesley.” I answer him honestly. As honest as I can be when he is looking at me with those gorgeous eyes and that perfect smile. Any woman would promise him the moon and the stars. I just can’t put myself in that position. Not yet at least.

  “I’ll change your mind on that.” he replies before throwing a couple hundred dollar bills on the table and walking out.

  No goodbye.

  No goodnight kiss.

  Nothing.

  That night I lay awake in bed wondering what the hell happened.

  How could I have been so reckless?

  How could I have let him take me so easily?

  I was slowly careening down a road I didn’t like, but for the first time since Colin shattered the safe world I had lived so worry free in… I felt free. I felt alive. I felt like I was really getting the opportunity to live my life.

  The situation I found myself in was a double-edged sword. On one end was a man who genuinely wanted me, probably because I let him fuck me so easily. The other hand was three suitors I could continue to be a lady around. Would I make the choice to live a double life? Would I have fun with Wesley while I continued to date for a Mr. Right. Or did I have no reason to continue to date because I found what I was inadvertently looking for in Wesley?

  One thing I knew for sure was the fact that I had one last date scheduled with the only other man I had contacted on Fish in the Sea and I wouldn’t stand him up. Once we met, I would sit down and make the decision of what exactly I wanted now and who I would continue to spend my time with.

  Where do I even begin? How about I just recap from the start.

  Brent. My lovely Brent. I wish there was something more with him because we could live happily ever after with our two kids, maybe add one to the mix and just be your all American family. We have no problems talking or texting for hours. We are on the same page about life and everything that we want for the future. But it is like kissing my brother. Hell, we even tried holding hands one day at the park with the boys. Yeah, that didn’t work out well either. But he is also my rock. I can tell him anything, and the level of trust we have built in such a short time is priceless.

  Then there is Wesley. Hot damn. Everything about him just screams RUN in the other direction. Then there is part of me that wants to get in bed with him and never leave. But, outside of the bed he can be cocky and abrasive. Two qualities that bother me to an extent. I don’t know if the trade off would be worth it. He is sweet and persistent. When he sees something he wants, he looks at it like a challenge and I am unsure I want to be a challenge rather than a love interest.

  I know I keep saying I am not ready to move on. But, part of me has to wonder if I am. Maybe I do want a relationship and someone that will sweep me off my feet. And not inside the woman’s room of an upscale restaurant either. Maybe that is why I agreed to start dating again, because I crave love.

  I do know one thing for sure. I am confused as hell, my work is piling up because I’ve been putting more focus on dates and my dating profile than my clients’ worklo
ad.

  Oh, then there is Jackson, the other man as I have been calling him in my mind. That is also how Brent officially knows him. He is a manly man, none of this designer bullshit. You can tell from his rugged looks that he isn’t afraid to get dirty. Something about that just comes off sexy to me. The outdoorsy kinda man who loves fishing and hiking. Someone who won’t shy away from waterskiing with me or my insane plan to jump out of a plane.

  Jackson intrigues me unlike Brent or Wesley ever have. I think mainly because I have always dated the pretty boys like Wesley and Colin; well manicured men who have no idea how to change the oil in a car, or fix a loose floorboard. He isn’t clean-shaven, and his short brown hair isn’t perfect in any of the pictures we have shared. But man, his blue eyes are stunning. He is just your average single guy, living an average life running his landscaping company and living country life.

  The only thing left now is to meet him and see if we can stand each other in person for more than ten minutes. That seems to be the biggest challenge with most of these men.

  As I get up to go to the bathroom before I drift off to sleep for the night, I notice car headlights in front of my building in the complex. I wish I could say I wasn’t that nosy neighbor, but I am. The figure of a man sits in a car and I can only wonder who he is waiting for. Most of the people in this complex are older, so it isn’t like he would be waiting for a woman. I am almost confused as to why he is there.

  I go into the bathroom, and don’t think anymore about it. It’s just so strange.

  I spent most of Thursday catching up on work. My email box was empty for the first time in a month, and every last thing on my to-do list for the campaign I was working on could be checked off. New client meetings were scheduled, invoices were sent out, and all of my crap was dropped off with my accountant.

  It has been the most productive day I had in a long time thanks to pre-school. I often feel bad for sticking Liam in a program from nine in the morning until three in the afternoon, but without that I would never get anything done. I guess it just comes with the territory of working at home. Now I would pick him up from school, shower, get ready, make dinner and wait for Colin to pick him up for their weekend visit.

  Ever since I threatened his visitation, there haven’t been any problems. I think part of the reason he has been spending more time with Liam is the fact that he was trying to impress women with his single dad status. Eventually women would get to know him and realize it is all just an elaborate scam, but whatever. They are stupid enough to get involved with him, just like I was. But Liam loves him and loves going to spend the weekend with him, so the more he does want to take him, I am going to let it happen. I can’t put my own negative feelings before what genuinely is best for my boy.

  While Colin really isn’t the best person on earth, it seems like he is at least trying to get his shit slightly together for Liam. I can hope at the least. He will only ever have one father and I am starting to think Colin is realizing the importance of that as I start dating again.

  The doorbell rings, snapping me out of my thoughts. I close my laptop and head downstairs to the door where a delivery man stands holding a bouquet of flowers on the other side. I would never tell anyone, but I love it when my clients send me flowers or little tokens of their appreciation. Edible arrangements are by far my favorite. Who wouldn’t love a basket of fresh fruit? Let’s be honest here.

  I open the door and sign for the flowers, placing them on the kitchen island. I quickly work to open the card and read the message.

  Aurora,

  Thank you for the wonderful dinner.

  I can’t stop thinking about you.

  -Wesley

  Two things set me off. The first is the fact that he somehow knows where I live. That isn’t cool. I have done my best to keep the details of my life private, especially where I live. I feel like my privacy has been invaded. Like some kind of unwritten rule has been broken.

  Yes, the gesture is polite, romantic even. But, Wesley has completely stepped over a line. I wonder how to handle it. Do I tell him? Do I acknowledge it at all? Do I tell him what he did wrong or do I just leave the entire situation alone?

  The more I think about it, the more I know I need to say something. If I just leave it as it is, he won’t know there is something wrong. Communication is key. Even if I don’t plan on building any type of a relationship with him. I pick up my phone and type out a text message to him.

  How did you get my address?

  It is quick and to the point. I don’t need to hint around. I don’t need to play subtle games. I just want an answer. Minutes pass by as I stare at my phone on the counter. Nothing happening. Waiting for a text, and something snaps inside of me. I used to do this. Wait for Colin to text me, reply to me, acknowledge me. All along he was out having grand affairs with any girl that he would show the slightest bit of interest in. Had he only ever shown that kind of interest in me, we probably would have never ended up where we are today.

  This emptiness. This unreasonable neglect. It is all something I never want to feel again. Ever. While I have no right to feel any of it right now, I do. It is unexplainable, but I feel like I am living in a loop of déjà vu. The phone vibrates with his reply and I am so mad, I don’t even want to look at it.

  I googled you. Your business is listed with your home address. Please don’t be mad at me Aurora.

  Mad would be a nice way to put it. I just don’t even know what to think or feel. Yes, I am irrational. I get that. But, this all is just too much. Too familiar. Too uncomfortable. He has overstepped too much. I don’t reply. I can’t feed into it. I put my phone back down on the counter before I reply in a moment of weakness. Because that is all it would be. Weakness. I am weak.

  My phone vibrates again, but instead of Wesley, it is Jackson. My date for this evening.

  Wear comfortable clothes. Jeans, and sneakers. Xoxo See you in a few hours.

  I like where this evening is going already. I am kind of over getting all dressed up for these guys who turn out to be duds anyway.

  I type the address Jackson gave me into the GPS and follow the directions. It brings me into the middle of town and right into the parking lot of the recreation center. Mini golf, go karts, an arcade, all the stuff kids love. Liam begs to come here and go on the go karts at least twice a week, and normally I cave because I am a big kid.

  I laugh to myself, knowing this is exactly the kind of night I needed. Especially after the crap with Wesley. I park my car next to a huge black SUV with tinted windows. As I get out of my car I notice a Sheriff sticker on the back window. I guess I picked the right car to park next to.

  Rounding the corner for the front door I see him standing there waiting for me. He is tall, but not as tall as some of the other men I have been out with. Maybe six feet tall. His dark brown hair is trimmed short in a military style haircut and his jaw has a light sprinkling of stubble. Not your typical five o’clock shadow. But enough to look ruggedly handsome. The black t-shirt he is wearing showcases all of his muscles. He clearly works out and stays in shape. But given the fact that he works a very physical job it isn’t unexpected.

  “Aurora?” He says, as I make my way in his direction. His eyes squint as he looks me over. Per his request I settled on my best pair of ripped jeans, and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. I couldn’t put sneakers on though. Flip flops are my go to shoe choice for everything, especially on a warm summer night.

  “Jackson?” I reply with a smile. He takes a step in my direction and gives me a friendly hug with a peck on the cheek. A warmth envelops my body from head to toe. It isn’t the spark I felt with Wesley, but when my heart skips a beat I know it is something I can’t ignore.

  “I see you like to break the rules?” he laughs and nods to my flip flops.

  “I like to live life on the edge,” I laugh. “I always wear flip flops. If I really do need sneakers I have a pair in my trunk for when I go jogging.”

  “I think you will be okay in tho
se. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t show up in some sky-high heels that you couldn’t go kart in.” He laughs, and I instantly know he must have had some pretty crappy dating experience just from the demeanor of his comment.

  “You know, this is one of my favorite places in Sharonville.” I laugh as I admit the childish streak I have in me. I guess parenthood gives me an excuse to act like a child sometimes. Now if I could just save enough money to bring Liam to Disney World and really act like a child. Ha!

  “Really? I brought a woman here for a date once and she stormed off. Never heard from her again.” he let out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders.

  “Women like that are no fun,” I shrug back and we head inside to start our adventure.

  As the night goes on, we enjoy two rounds of some seriously intense mini golf, in which I absolutely kicked his ass. Followed by a couple rounds of go karting where I let him beat me so his ego wasn’t too bruised when we left.

  “I’ve never seen someone take mini golf so seriously.” he jokes as we walk to our cars.

  “I always play with a four year old. I never get to win, so I had to showcase my extreme mini golf skills tonight. Don’t hate.” I mock him. The smile on his face is bright and I think he has had as much of a good time as I have with the night.

  “You didn’t need to let me win the go karts either,” he laughs. And I am caught. I smile and nudge him in the arm.

  “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings even more. You looked pretty crushed after that second round of mini golf.”

  “I had a really good time, Aurora.” His hands come to a rest on my hips, but still keeping a safe enough distance away from me. Polite and romantic all at once. The perfect combination of respect and sexy gentleman who wants more.

  I put my hand on his chest, making somewhat of the first move.