It's Complicated, page 23
“Thanks Gemma, love you.”
“I love you too, Mom,” I shook my head as she walked out of the room. I always got stuck looking after the kids and don’t get me wrong, they were all cute, they were all adorable, but they were crazy. They were all crazy. And if they could break every window in the house, they would. If they could break every ornament, they would, and if they could have the Christmas tree on the ground, all the ornaments broken, that would happen as well. I tried to think of some magic tricks I could show them. Last year I had done a magic show. Well, attempted to do a magic show, it hadn’t gone very well because I didn’t do any magic. I couldn’t even remember how to do the quarter behind the ear trick and it had not gone well. I figured this year I’d Google something, maybe some card tricks and that should keep them entertained for at least an hour.
I pulled out my phone again and sighed, I knew I couldn’t resist looking at the text messages, but at least I’d waited for five minutes. I had more messages from Conner and Lucas. I grinned to myself even though I knew I shouldn’t feel so excited. I opened Lucas’s text message first.
Lucas: Really excited to see you. It’s going to be absolutely amazing *wink emoji.
I stared at his message and closed it. It didn’t really need another response back. And then I opened Connor’s message and I blushed.
Connor: My cock is hard and waiting for you and is willing and open to anything you want to do to it.
I stared at his message. He certainly was direct, wasn’t he? No guy had ever sent me messages like this before. I should be upset, I should be annoyed, I should be pissed off that he so obviously just wanted me for sex, but I didn’t care.
Gemma: Oh yeah? If your cock could ask me to do one thing, what would it be?
I responded to him and blushed. What was I doing? It was not even noon yet and I was sending sexy messages.
Connor: Well, are you talking about now or are you talking about tomorrow?
Gemma: What do you mean am I talking about now or tomorrow? I can’t do much to your cock now, I’m not with you.
Connor: No, you’re not with me, but there is something you could do for me.
Gemma: What’s that?
Connor: Are you in the room alone?
“Yes,” I said to myself, and then quickly texted.
Gemma: No. No, I mean, no, I’m not in the room alone.
Connor: Make up your mind. Are you in the room alone yes or no?
Gemma: Why? What are you expecting?
Connor: Can you FaceTime me?
Gemma: No way. My whole family is here and that’s not going to happen.
Connor: Can you send me a picture?
Gemma: A picture of what?
Connor: What do you think?
Gemma: I don’t know.
I took a picture of my breakfast and sent it to him.
Gemma: Does this work?
Connor: It looks delicious, but that wasn’t quite what I had in mind.
Gemma: Well, what did you have in mind?
Connor: A photo that will let my cock be happy.
Gemma: And what photo would let your cock be happy?
Connor: Well, I’m very hard right now. And I’d like to alleviate that problem.
Gemma: Okay, and?
Connor: I’d rather not look at a magazine.
Gemma: Okay, and?
Connor: I’d rather not look at a video.
Gemma: Okay, and?
Connor: At least not a magazine or a video of someone else.
Gemma: Okay, and?
Connor: Do I really have to spell this out for you, Gemma?
Gemma: I think you do.
Connor: Send me a photo of your tits.
Gemma: No way.
Connor: So I’m guessing that’s going to be a no to a photo of your pussy as well?
Gemma: Are you out of your mind Connor? There’s no way I’m sending you a photo like that.
Connor: Well, you asked me what my cock wanted and I told you, so I guess you’re denying me and him.
Gemma: I guess I’m denying both of you.
Connor: So then are you going to make it up to me tomorrow?
Gemma: I guess we’ll just have to see.
Connor: I guess I’m just going to be hard all day waiting.
Gemma: You can still take care of yourself Connor, I’m not stopping you from doing that.
Connor: Yeah, I guess I can take care of myself to mental images of you from yesterday.
Gemma: Connor.
Connor: What? Did you have fun?
Gemma: Yeah, I had fun.
Connor: Good, that’s all I wanted.
Gemma: Well, good then. I’m glad you wanted me to have fun.
Connor: I like making you happy Gemma, I hope you know that.
Gemma: Okay. I’m not sure where that came from.
Connor: I just wanted you to know just because I’m not looking to get married doesn’t mean I’m not a caring person.
Gemma: I never said you’re not a caring person.
Connor: I know, but I know you didn’t want to see me again and I’m not really sure where everything stands right now.
Gemma: I’m not really sure what you’re asking me, Connor. What do you mean where does everything stand?
Connor: I mean, are you okay still seeing me? Do you not want to see me again?
Gemma: I accepted your invitation. I’m fine with just seeing how it goes. Like you said, life is a journey, not a destination.
Connor: Hey, I never said that, but I like it. Smiley face. You sure you don’t want to send me a picture?
Gemma: I sent you a picture already.
Connor: What if I send you one?
Gemma: You can send me a photo if you want.
Connor: Do you want to see my cock?
Gemma: Connor.
I could feel my heart racing as I stared at the phone. Was he going to send me a dirty photo? It wouldn’t be the first dirty photo that I’d ever received, but it would be the only one that I’d ever really wanted to see. Was now going to be the moment that I was going to see his naked cock for the first time? I swallowed hard. Was it even safe? What if one of my cousins took my phone and looked at my text messages and saw it? It wasn’t a good idea. I quickly typed into the phone.
Gemma: Do not send it now. Lots of little cousins around, if they take my phone, I’m in trouble.
He sent back a picture of his face.
Connor: Don’t worry, I got you Gemma. See you tomorrow.
I stared at his handsome face and smiled. Why couldn’t he have been the one that wanted the serious relationship? Why couldn’t he have been the one that was looking to get married? He was amazing. He was handsome. He was funny and he was naughty and sexy in a way that didn’t make me feel like he was dirty and crude. It was fun, it was flirtatious. I let out a deep sigh. I was excited to see him tomorrow, maybe even more excited than I was to see Lucas. I knew that I was starting to feel more for Connor than I was for Lucas, but I also knew that Lucas was the one that could give me what I wanted, and that was important. Sometimes you needed to be with the one that wanted what you wanted and not the one that made you feel things that you shouldn’t.
Chapter 25
I was starting to wonder how players had the ability to juggle multiple women at the same time. There just weren’t enough hours in the day to handle two different guys. I was on my way to Lucas’s apartment, but Connor was texting me constantly. I stared at his last text message and frowned.
Connor: Why don’t you just come over tonight as well, I would love to see you, babe.
I couldn’t respond to it. I mean, he’d want to know why I couldn’t come over. My best course of action was to ignore the text message and pretend I hadn’t seen it. I mean, I didn’t want to lie and say I was at my parents because I wasn’t. And it wasn’t like I could say I was going on a date with another guy and spending the night. I mean, Connor was cool, but was he that cool? As I approached Lucas’s building, I put my phone back in my handbag.
I was excited about the evening and getting to know him better and frankly, I wanted to see if he could loosen up a bit more. Yeah, he was handsome and yeah, we had fun, but there was an excitement that came with Connor that I didn’t feel yet with Lucas, and I wasn’t sure it was fair to either of us to continue on in the relationship if I wasn’t feeling it as much as I should be. I walked into the lobby of the building and walked up to the doorman and let him know I was there to see Lucas.
“One moment, ma’am,” he said and called up. “He’ll be right down to get you.”
“Okay, thank you.” I walked over to the elevators and waited for Lucas to come down. He was down within a couple of minutes and grinned. “Hey there, beautiful,” he walked over to me and gave me a big kiss on the lips.
“Hi.” My heart fluttered as I stared up into his brown eyes. He was so handsome. I reached up and touched his silky brown hair that was flapping against his eyes. “What have you been up to today?” I said.
“Not much,” he shrugged. “Had lunch with my family. The usual. How was your family gathering?”
“Crazy as normal, bustling, Greek,” I laughed, “but it’s always fun to be with family.”
“Yeah, I agree. My brother seemed kind of distracted today, but we had a good conversation,” he shrugged. “Shall we go up?”
“Yeah, let’s do it.” We walked to the elevator and went inside. He pushed his key into the slot and pressed the penthouse button. It was so cool that he lived at the top of the building. I’d never known anyone that lived in the penthouse suite of an apartment building before. We walked into his apartment and once again, my jaw dropped in awe as I stared at the skyline of Manhattan through his floor to ceiling windows. This was an amazing apartment.
“So, I hope that you’re hungry.”
“Why? Did you make more spaghetti tonight?”
“No,” he shook his head, “I made something even better.”
“Oh, what’s better than spaghetti?” I laughed.
“What do you think about sushi?”
“You made sushi?” I was shocked. The man that used different bottles of spaghetti sauce to make pasta was making sushi, was this for real?
“Okay, I didn’t actually make the sushi, but I do know an awesome restaurant that delivers.”
“Oh, okay,” I laughed. “Yeah, that sounds great. I love sushi.” We walked over to the couch and sat down. “So how was your family gathering?” I asked him. “Tell me more about your brother. I know you said you guys are very different, but are you close? He lives in the city, right?”
“Yeah, he lives in the city. He’s very different. I think I told you we had a kind of crazy upbringing and I think that’s why we both sort of have our own little issues.” He made a face. “I’m very dedicated to my job and very professional. I want a family. I know I want my kids to have a stable life and my brother, well, he’s just all about having fun.”
“Oh, I can see where that would make you guys different,” I nodded. He placed his hand on my thigh and ran his fingers up and down.
“Yeah, but of course I love him. He’s amazing. And you know, he reminds me that I just need to enjoy my life.”
“Yeah?”
“Sometimes I can be too serious,” he made a face as he looked at me. “And I’m trying to lighten up a little bit, I hope you can see that.”
“I can see that,” I said. “I think you’re amazing.” And it was true, I did think he was amazing. I loved the fact that Lucas was open and honest, just like Conner. Yes, he was more hesitant and yes, he wasn’t as crazy, but maybe there was nothing wrong with that. Maybe crazy wasn’t the way to go. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips and I could feel my body relaxing as his tongue entered my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair and kissed him back passionately. He moved over closer to me on the couch so that his arm was now around me and his hands were grazing the side of my breasts. I could feel his fingers fumbling on my shirt, undoing the buttons. I didn’t stop him. I was enjoying it and I wanted to feel his touch against me. I wanted to feel his hands closer to my skin.
I took in a deep breath as he moved his lips away and nuzzled into my neck. He smelled amazing. I wasn’t sure what cologne he used, but it was a woodsy, manly scent that made me shiver inside. I ran my hands down the back of his shoulders, along his hard muscles and to his T-shirt. I pulled his T-shirt off so that I could stare at his bare naked chest. I loved the smattering of hair that rose across his pecs, it was so sexy. I ran my fingers across it, leaned forward and kissed him. He groaned at the feel of my lips against his skin. Finally, he’d undone all my buttons and my shirt came off. He threw it to the ground and then kissed between my breasts. I felt his hands go to the back of my bra and he unclasped it, pulling it off and throwing it to the ground so that I was sitting there in just my pants, naked from the waist up.
He stared at me for a few seconds and then kissed me on the lips again, his hands moving to my breasts, caressing my nipples, pulling them, teasing them gently, rubbing his palms against them. I arched my back, closing my eyes, allowing the pleasure to seep through me. He groaned and then pulled away. “But we should stop now because if we don’t, we’re not going to eat tonight and I don’t want you to go to bed hungry.” I stared at him through lust veiled eyes.
“I’ve been eating all day, I’m not hungry,” I licked my lips lightly and stared at him. And he growled as he grinned at me.
“Come,” he said. He jumped off of the couch and grabbed my hand. I thought he was going to lead me to the bedroom, but instead he led me to the bathroom.
“What’s going on?” I looked at him in surprise.
“I want to spoil and pamper you first,” he said. He walked me over to the bathtub and then kissed me again. He pulled me into his arms so that my breasts were pressed against his chest and he ran his hands down my back, massaging my shoulders.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing,” I said, as I reached my hands around his neck and kissed him, “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I thought I could get you all nice and relaxed first.”
“What do you mean?”
“I figured I’d run a bath and let you soak for a little bit. Let out all the tension in your shoulders and your body and then I’d give you a deep oil massage.”
“That sounds heavenly,” I gazed at him in awe and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Really amazing.”
“And then we’d see where the night leads us.”
“Do you want to eat?” I asked him hesitantly. I mean, if you’re hungry, I don’t mind if you order the sushi first and then ...”
“The only thing I want to eat, Gemma,” he grinned, “is you.”
Lucas walked over to the bathtub and turned on the faucet. “I got some special bubble bath for you,” he said with a smile.” “Why don’t you finish getting undressed and then you can slip in.”
“Really?” I looked at him with wide eyes. “This is really thoughtful of you. I wasn’t expecting this at all.”
“I want to show you that I care about you, Gemma. I care about you being comfortable here with me.” He took a step toward me, grabbed my hands and brought me into him. He stared into my eyes and kissed me softly on the lips. “I like you a lot and I’m willing to take this as slow as you want to,” he smiled, his hands reaching down and playing with my breasts. “Or as fast as you want too as well.” He reached down and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down slowly. I stepped out of them and stared up into his face. My heart was racing. He growled as he looked down at me.
“You’re so damn sexy.” He grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled it, tugging it. I cried out slightly at the sharp yank that he gave me. “What?” He grinned, “Too rough for you?” He pressed his lips against mine again and lifted me up slightly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked back so that my back was pressed against the wall. I could feel his cock up against my pussy and I groaned as it rubbed against me. I could feel how hard he was. I ran my hands through his hair and I tugged on his strands slightly too hard so that he could feel what it was like to have pleasure and pain at the same time. He growled against my lips as his hands squeezed into my ass cheeks. “Oh, I want you so badly.” His fingers pressed into my flesh, deep, penetrating, and I moaned against his lips. He let me down slightly and then pulled my panties off so that I was now naked in front of him.
He stepped back and looked at my body. I could see the lust in his eyes. I reached forward and undid his belt buckle, lust driving me to remove all of his clothes as well. He grinned as I slid off the belt, dropped it to the floor and undid the top of his jeans. He stepped out of them and was just standing there in a pair of dark briefs. I gazed at his cock through the material. He was hard. I ran my fingers down the ridge of his cock and he groaned as I slipped my fingers inside the material. “Shit Gemma, I’m going to come if you keep touching me like that,” he said and I smiled up at him. He shook his head and then kissed me again. “First you have your bath.” He led me over to the bathtub and I stepped in, sat down and leaned back. The water felt magnificent against my skin. I gazed up at him and smiled.
“Are you going to join me?” I said flirtatiously. He shook his head.
“Stay there for a couple of minutes. Let the water fill up and enjoy the bubbles and then I’ll be back.”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes. All I could think about was how warm and relaxed I felt. This was like being in a spa. A couple of minutes later he walked in, turned the light switch off. I opened my eyes. He had a flute of champagne and he handed it to me.
“For you, madam,” he said with a grin.
“Why thank you, kind sir.” I took a sip of the champagne. I let out an audible sigh of satisfaction. “This is absolutely amazing,” I said as I took another sip. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I’m really happy that you decided to spend Christmas Eve with me,” he said, and then turned the faucet off. The water was right at the top. He leaned over and pressed a button and the water started bubbling.
