"There's nowhere I want to be except where you are, but Scott, the deadline," she said with tears in her eyes. "I don't know if I can live with myself if I don't go."
"I should have asked you out like a normal person and taken you to bed after a respectful three dates. I should have called you my girlfriend. I should have said I love you back right after you said it, but it devastated me to know that that might be the only time we got to say it. I've always wanted all that stuff with you. Deep down, I always knew that we would be amazing together, but risking our friendship was just too hard. So I never asked. Well I'm asking now. And I know this makes me the bad guy, because Jenny's life is at stake, but I don't know how to exist, if not with the sole purpose of making you happy. So I'm begging, even though I know it's wrong. Please stay."
I don't know how she might have answered if the phone didn't ring a few seconds later, but that was it. It'd be Luca or Don Angelo. I wasn't talking her into anything with them in her ear about Jenny. This was it. We were over.
"I have to get that," she choked out, getting up from the bed to get to her phone that she'd left on the dresser.
She answered the phone with her back turned to me and it was just as well because seeing her face might have made me do something stupid like take away her phone again. This wasn't like last time though. I was wrong to give her hope that Frankie would find Jenny. I could be the bad guy for her. Apparently I was so desperate to hang on to her that I'd actually asked her to risk her sister's life for me. As selfish as I was, as much as I'd do anything to have her, the one line I couldn't cross was becoming her father. I could never box her in and force being with me on her.
"You did?" she asked, her voice so small and vulnerable. I could hear her choking back soft sobs. "Okay, I'll see you soon," she said after listening for a while. "Thank you so much," she said, ending the call.
"Scott, could you come over here for a sec?" she asked, still sobbing.
"Sure," I said, rising to my feet.
Even though I knew whatever happened next would only make things harder, I wasn't going to deny her the last thing she asked of me.
"What's up, Stace? Need me to drive you somewhere?" I asked, now right behind her, a lump in my throat, fighting to contain my first heartbreak since my dad left home.
"Touch me, Scott," she said, reaching out behind her, waiting for me to take her hands.
I took a deep breath and moved closer to her, taking her hands in mine, willing myself not to cry. Her touch was as intoxicating as ever. She yanked me forward until only the clothes we were wearing separated us.
"Hold me," she insisted, still sobbing, wrapping my arms around her waist, her hands overlapping mine.
"Stacy," was all I could get out, before my hand was pulling her shirt aside and I was kissing her shoulder.
She turned around quickly, taking shallow breaths, pulling me close. Her hands slid up my back and onto my shoulders as she attacked my mouth with her own. I backed her up against the dresser, picked her up and placed her on it. Her back hit the mirror behind her as we kissed like it was the first time and the last. Slow, soft, little pecks turned into full blown making out and vice versa.
"Scott Brady," she said, pulling away reluctantly.
"Not yet," I said, recapturing her lips. "I'm not ready."
"I think you are," she said, our noses and foreheads touching as she looked at me, her finger twirling my hair around it. "We're ready, Scott. Would you like to be my boyfriend?" she asked, her breath hot on my lips.
"What?" I said, completely taken aback. "What about Jenny? What about Luca and Don Angelo and Joey? What about—"
"It's rude to answer a question with questions, Scottie," she said, beaming at me. "Frankie found Jenny, just like you said he would. I'm not going anywhere."
"Fuck Stacy, you could have led with that. Shit," I said, conflicted about whether I wanted to kiss her again or just really strangle her.
"So is that a yes or… " she said, wrapping her arms around my neck, playing coy.
"Shut up, smart ass," I said, grabbing her cheeks and kissing her again. "I can be your boyfriend, significant other, future husband, all of the above. You know, whatever works," I said, smiling up against her mouth.
"Give a guy some pussy and suddenly he's dragging you down the aisle," she said, her eyes sparkling.
I'd never had a woman be this happy in my arms. She was absolutely radiating joy.
"It is a really great pussy," I said with a shrug, slipping a hand between her legs.
"Let's just start with boyfriend," she said, slapping my hand away.
"I'll keep it under advisement. You should know though my family is already planning the wedding," I said, sneaking a hand up her thigh.
"Stop it," she said with a giggle as I cupped her pussy and kissed her cleavage. "What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you talk about them while you're doing that?" she said, but her thighs parted for me.
"The thought of fucking your married pussy gets me hot and bothered. I don't see the problem," I said, kissing her jaw, neck, collar bones, cheeks, everything I could access while unbuttoning and unzipping her pants.
"You're this guy now? You couldn't even call me your girlfriend for six months and now—" she stopped mid sentence and let out a little yelp as my finger went inside her.
"Let's face it: you've been my girlfriend since the moment I kissed you for the first time. When you know, you know," I said, looking her in the eye. "Such protests for someone with such a wet pussy. Do you want another finger in your pussy, Stacy?"
"Yes," she purred, then immediately backtracked. "I mean no."
"Confusing. Yes it is," I said, slipping past her panties to get another finger into her.
"We're about to have company," she said, letting out a delicious moan while the space between her legs widened to allow me access.
"Only if we open the door," I said, slowly working my fingers into her.
"Jenny and Frankie are coming over," she said, lifting her hips ever so slightly to meet my finger fucking.
"Fine, fine," I said, slipping my thumb into her open mouth as I picked up the pace inside her pussy. "I won't fuck you. At least not with my dick."
"I'm not meeting Jenny and Frankie after your fingers have just come out of me, Scott," she said, reproaching me, only to close her mouth around my thumb and start sucking.
She was in denial about what was happening. She couldn't stop anymore than I wanted to. Within seconds, she was riding my fingers like a woman in heat, her tight little pussy wrapped snugly around them. I was too turned on watching how she moved and the faces she made to stop ramming into her.
Tucking loose strands of he
r hair behind her ear, I said nonchalantly, "Then you better come fast, Stace."