Cold Karma

It’s been a month since you’ve been on your own. You have been working like a slave taking every extra shift that comes your way. You saved a decent amount of money and have started looking for an apartment. Phil has been quiet since your last encounter. He calls and texts occasionally but is truly giving you the ‘space’ you said you needed. Bruno on the other hand has been in your bed nearly every night. “Good morning beautiful”, he smiles stroking your hair. “Good morning”, you reply with a half smile. Bruno’s hands meander down to your thighs. He begins to rub them as he kisses your neck and nibbles on your right ear. You are SO not in the mood. All you can think about is how much you miss Philip. Your mind drifts to the multitude of tiny kisses that wake you from your sleep when you’re in bed with Phil. Or how his strong, warm arms never let you go all night. You miss your man. Moving Bruno’s hand you sit up, “I’m going to take a shower”. Bruno grabs your waist. “Hold up”, he whispers, placing your hand on that carrot. It’s wide awake and hard as hell. He slides closer to you and you feel that carrot pressed hard against your back. Bruno’s hand has found its way between your legs and your love instantly moistens. You moan. ‘Why the hell can’t I resist this man?’, you wonder. Kneeing behind you, Bruno cups your breasts and begins kissing your neck and back. You turn to face him and he smiles. You wrap your arms around him and submit your body to him for the hundredth time. He enters you slowly and circles in your love. He whispers how good it feels in your ear and you smile. “Mmmmm, Ph…”, nearly escapes your lips. You catch yourself and say, “Mmmmm, fuck me B", instead. He does as he is told and massacres your walls as your body bucks wildly from multiple orgasms. Bruno groans deeply. You feel him jerk, fertilizing your garden. You both lay back in bed. Bruno wraps his arms around you. You’re smiling on the outside but you are dying on the inside. You look at Bruno and all you see is Phil. Regret, guilt and shame are calling your name and you have no one but yourself to blame. You sit up once again. “Going to shower”, you say as you get up. Walking out of the room, you think about what you just said. You peek your head back in the bedroom and add, “alone”. Bruno smirks getting the hint. You hop out of the shower, dry off and get dressed. Heading out to the living area, you notice Bruno gathering his things. “Bae, I gotta go”, he explains placing his hands at your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. “I’ll call you later, ok?”. “Ok”, you agree - you would have pretty much said anything to get him out. You just want to be alone for a while. “Later”, he says leaving. “Later, B”. You open up your laptop and start searching for apartments. The rent for the majority of the apartments is too damn high! You can’t justify putting that kind of money into something you don’t own. You begin to consider buying a condo instead. There is a new development a few blocks away. You decide to check it out. Besides, the fresh air will help clear your mind.

You leave your car and decide to walk in the warm California sun. You stroll through the North Hollywood district and do a little window shopping. You are so tempted to pick up a few things but are able to keep your focus. As you start down the next block, you see Phil step out of one of the stores with a shopping bag in each hand. You smile, excited to see him until you notice a very beautiful woman walk out of the store, grab his hand and stand next to him. She’s very fashionable and her mannerisms clearly communicate her attraction to him. You stop dead in your tracks and just observe. She touches his upper arms and back during their conversation. She even licks her lips as she plays with her hair. He doesn’t seem to mind her obvious flirting. In fact, he smiles at her and brushes the hair from her face. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his left cheek. You can see his smile from here. Hugging her, he says goodbye and walks to his car. She watches him walk away before stepping back inside. Your face is stinging with jealously. You are LIVID! You want to march right into that store and find out ‘who the fuck that bitch thinks she is’ but your heart is aching so much you can’t move. Someone bumps into you accidentally and brings you out of your stupor. Your body shivers from the chill of the cold karma that just ran straight into you. You are so disoriented you can’t remember where you were going or why. You slowly turn around and head back to the hotel. 

Back in your hotel room, you are pacing the floor with your phone in your hand. ‘How dare he!’, you think. ‘I’m calling his ass right now!’. You start to dial but your phone rings before you can finish, it’s Phil. You clear your throat, take a deep breath and answer. “Hello?”. “Hey Nikki! I was just thinking about you. Thought I’d call to see how you were doing?”. You wanna say something about what you saw earlier but decide to play it cool. “I’m doing just fine. How are you?”, you ask hoping he slips up and says something you can use as ammunition. “I’m good”, he’s silent for a moment. “I…uh…I’m free today and was really hoping I could see you. You know, maybe catch up”. You don’t say a word. “How about lunch?”, he asks. You immediately think about telling him you’re busy and can’t make it but on second thought, you realize that you miss him much more than you are mad at him and change your mind. “Sure Phil”, you respond quietly. “How about Roy’s in a half-hour?”, he asks happily. You agree and hang up the phone. You sit on the couch and just stare out of the window for a while. You can’t help but play the interaction between Phil and that woman over and over again in your mind. ‘Are they dating? Are they sleeping together? Does he love her?’ Your mind is racing. You look at the clock and realize you have to meet Phil in 15 minutes. You take a deep breath, stand up and walk out the door.

Phil is already seated when you walk into the restaurant. He’s wearing red Lacoste and looks sexy as hell. He stands and hugs you tight. Kissing you on your right cheek as he seats you, he says, “Baby Girl, you look beautiful”. You smile and can’t help but respond in kind, “Baby, you look amazing. I love you in red”. “I know”, he smirks. Before you can respond with your usual sarcasm, the waiter comes over to the table. “Miss, may I start you off with a drink? May I interest you in our wine list?” You smile and part your lips to speak but Phil chimes in before you can start, “She’ll take a glass of your best Malbec. On second thought, just bring the bottle. Thanks”. You smirk at him, “You think you know me”. His eyes soften as he cocks his head to the side and reaches for your hands. Stroking your palms then interlacing his fingers with yours, he replies quietly, “I do know you…VERY well. But more importantly, Baby Girl, I miss you”. Your smile fades as you sit back in your chair and remove your hands from his. Phil furrows his brow. “Did I say something wrong?”, he asks. “No”, you answer plainly. Phil sighs deeply. He does know you very well. He can tell something’s wrong. “Nikki, what is it?” You lean forward and start, “Philip, I…”, you are interrupted by the waiter bringing your Malbec. He pours a taste for your approval. That distinctive plumy, brute taste on your tongue is perfect. You smile and nod with approval. The waiter pours your glass and leaves the bottle chilling next to the table. Phil leans into the table and urges you to continue but you’re not sure you want to. “You were saying?”, he starts. You REALLY miss him and just want to spend some time with him. ‘Don’t start an argument Nicole. Not right now. Just enjoy the time you have with him.’ You smile as you lean into the table. Caressing his hands, you say, “Phil, I…have missed you more than you know”. You both barely touch your food. Between the hand holding, smiling and flirting, there really was no room for eating. “You ready to get outta here?”, Phil asks. You nod and smile as you call for the waiter and pay for lunch. Phil shakes his head, “I thought you were saving money for a place”. “I am and I did but I can still pay for lunch”. You both walk out of the restaurant. Grabbing hold of your hand, Phil asks, “Wanna go for a walk?”. “Sure”, you reply happily. You and Phil walk and talk like old times. A light wind is blowing his signature scent directly in your face and it’s causing your panties to moisten. Before you know it, Phil’s right arm is around your waist as you walk. His hand slides down to your thigh and your knees get weak. The sun is setting, so Phil walks you back to your car. You lean against your car to stabilize yourself. You and Phil haven’t been alone together in weeks. Your body is craving him like a fiend for the pipe. Standing in front of you he places his hands on the side of each of your thighs. Staring into your eyes, he whispers, “I know I was a pain the last time I saw you but I am trying to give you space”. There is a twinge in your heart as you think back to Bruno teasing you while you tried to talk to Phil. Guilt forces your head down. You are unable to speak. Stepping closer to you, he quickly turns the brim of his snapback around and places his forehead against yours. Your respirations increase, as do his. You are face to face. “Baby Girl, I miss you so much, I swear to God”, he whispers as if in pain. Your face inches closer to his. You desperately want to taste his lips. Your lips are so close to his you can almost taste the Malbec on his tongue.You both stare deeply into each others eyes. Your guilty feelings won’t let you give in so you look away. Phil grabs your face and kisses you with so much passion, your knees buckle. You caress the back of his head as your tongues dance to a lovers beat. The kiss between you is so intense, you can feel the heat generating between your bodies. As you break for air, Phil wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as he kisses the top of your head. You can’t help but wonder if he’s kissed “her” like this. “I should go Philip”, you say breaking his embrace. “Oh…ok…”, Phil says noticeably disappointed. He reluctantly backs up as you open your drivers side door. You sit in the driver’s seat holding back tears. Phil holds the door open. Staring at you he says, “Thanks for lunch Baby Girl”. You can’t look at him right now. The image of him brushing the hair from “her” face is scorched into your memory. “You’re welcome. I enjoyed your company”. Phil squats down next to your seat. You finally look at him. You miss him so much, it physically hurts. He brushes the hair from your eyes, caresses your face and kisses you softly. “Come home with me tonight Nikki”, he whispers looking into your eyes. Your body is on fire and wants nothing more but you can’t stop thinking about “her”. You lean back into your seat. Reaching for your seatbelt, you reply, “I’ve got a few open houses I need to attend this evening and I’m working 7a-7p tomorrow so…”. Phil stands slowly and sighs deep, “I understand”. You are chocking back tears right now. “Happy apartment hunting Nikki. Let me know if I can help at all”. You nod and smile as he closes your door. You drive off as tears roll down your cheeks.

You desperately need a drink. You stop by the liquor store and pick up two bottles of Three Olives Cherry vodka then head back to the hotel. You are on your 3rd shot of vodka and 1st box of tissues when you hear a knock at the door. You look at the clock, it’s 9:38pm. You are pretty sure it’s Bruno. You sit quietly for a moment hoping he assumes you aren’t home. ‘Knock, knock, knock’ - with more authority this time. You take another shot and make your way to the door. You unlatch the chain and open the door, ready to tell Bruno “goodbye” when Philip grabs your hips and pushes you into the room. His hands are holding your head and the center of your back as he kisses you deeply. You give into him, giving his hands permission to search your body as you stroke his head, neck and back. He finally steps back enough to smile at you. He pushes your hair behind your ear and “she” immediately comes to mind. You break his embrace and walk away. Phil is close behind. You sit on the couch and consider another shot to dull that jealous ache in your heart. Phil sits next to you and caresses your face, “What’s wrong?”, he asks confused. You pop up off the couch and head to the window. He follows. He stands behind you attempting to stroke your arms but you shake him off and walk away. He stands, staring at you waiting for an explanation. You drop your head and just let it go. “I saw you and…her”. His entire demeanor changes instantly confirming your worse fear. You refuse to cry. “Who is she?”, you ask unsure if you really want to know the truth. He sits on the couch and sighs, “She uh…she owns this clothing store in Northern Hollywood. She’s been helping me keep my look fresh. I like her clothing line - it’s cool. I think you’d like it too”. You aren’t happy with that answer, “Who is she?”. He stares at you for a moment in silence. “She kissed you Philip!”. He stands and walks toward you, “Baby Girl, she’s just a friend”. You walk away, “I bet. She looks VERY friendly”. “It’s not like that”. “So tell me Philip, what’s it like? Huh?” You sit on the table and pour your 5th shot. Your mind is cloudy and racing - it’s a miracle you are able to put sentences together at this point. “Nikki, you wanted space so I gave it to you. It’s been hard Baby Girl. I mean, I am a man.” You can feel anger smoldering inside you. Somehow you maintain your composure and say, “So, you fucked her. How was it?”. Phil’s eyes grow wide, “Woah! I never said that! Look, I’ma just put it all on the table for you. Ok?”. You cross your arms and roll your eyes. “We went out twice. She’s nice and yes, I think she’s pretty. She kisses me on the cheek when I see her but nothing has happened other than that. I haven't kissed her and we haven't slept together”. He’s standing in front of you and you are searching his face for truth. All you can see is your guilty reflection and it stings in your heart like a bitch. You reach for the bottle but Phil blocks you. “Baby Girl, I think you’ve had enough. Talk to me”. You glare at him. So many emotions are running through your body. You want to hit him just as much as you want to hug him. You want him to leave but you want him to hold you in his arms. Your head is spinning. You stand, “Philip, you should go”. “No”, he says frankly standing in your way. He grabs you by your upper arms and looks you deep in your eyes, “Damn it! I love you woman! Why can’t you see that?!” You try to break free, “Let me go!” “No.” You try to push him away as he maintains his grasp on your arms. You push your body against his and he pushes back refusing to relinquish his control. He pulls you into his body, “I’m not letting you go”, he says calmly. The growing bulge in his jeans is confirmation of that fact. You stop fighting and look up into his eyes. Staring into those hypnotizing, brown pools you remember just how much you love him and kiss his lips. He pushes you against the wall and holds your hands hostage above you as he kisses your neck and chest. By the time his lips reach your lips, your body is aching for him and he knows it. He kisses you slowly with his eyes open. He lets your hands go slowly. You begin tearing at his clothes. You pop a button on his shirt and rip his jeans pocket. His hands tear open your shirt and pull off your shorts. Holding your chin, he kisses you again and strokes your panties which are drenched. You lightly bite his lower lip and whisper, “Baby I want you, right now”. You rub that python peeking through those black boxer briefs. The vodka is talking right now and it has NO filter. “Fuck me, right here, right now”. Phil smirks and pushes you hard against the wall. Grabbing your ass he is more than happy to oblige. “I want your body right here Daddy I want you, right now”. Phil grabs your left leg and places it on his waist as he slides your panties to the side and enters you with authority. “Oh Baby, yessssssss”, you moan. The embers of your fire ignite in no time. Your leg is wrapped tight around him as he thrusts hard and fast in your love. His hands are gripping your ass allowing for deeper penetration. Phil’s moans are setting your love ablaze. That python is murdering the back of your walls has he murmurs in your left ear, “Say my name”. You immediately moan, “Phiiiiiillllllll”. Smiling he continues, “Whose is it?”. You caress his face, lightly lick his perfect lips and truthfully reply, “Baby, it’s yours”. He releases his love within your walls as he whispers, “You damn right”. 

Perfect Distraction

Phil’s silence persists. You are beginning to get annoyed. “Baby, I love you”, you murmur. “I love you too Baby Girl”, he quickly responds. Once again, you squeeze him tight and kiss the top of his head. “Do you forgive me, Baby?”. Silence once again falls on the room. ‘Ok. He’s not answering me on purpose’, you decide. You sit up. Phil doesn’t look the least bit surprised. His lips are still sealed. You sit with your back against the headboard and cross your arms. Phil stands and begins to put on his clothes. “It’s getting late Nikki. I know you’re exhausted from work so I’ll let you get your rest”. ‘So, he’s really NOT going to address the elephant in the room right now?’, you think fuming. You are so pissed you have to take a deep breath before you speak. “So, you aren’t staying?”, you ask half-heartedly. At this point you don’t want him to stay anyway. Fully dressed, he sits on the edge of the bed next to you and sighs. “Baby Girl, I think it’s better if I go”. You agree. “You know what? You’re right! You should go. That’s probably best. I wouldn’t want you laying your head next to someone that you don’t trust”. Phil sighs, “Nikki it’s not like that…”, you cut him off. “Philip, I honestly don’t care. I’m trying, I really am. I broke your trust, I get that but you not being able to forgive me…”, your voice cracks and fat tears drop from your eyes. You look away, unable to finish your sentence. “Baby Girl…”, Phil starts rubbing your arms. You pull away from him and stand up. You grab your robe and walk out of the room. “Philip, you’re right. I’m tired from work, you need to go”. Phil walks up behind you and attempts to kiss you but you walk away and cover your face. Tears are streaming and you can’t stop them. “Fine. Good night”, he says as the door closes behind him. You sit on the couch and cry into a pillow for what seems like hours. After a little while, you sit up and try to get yourself together. You have a massive headache. Your phone alerts. It’s a text from Philip. ‘Baby Girl, I DO luv U’. “Whatever”, you say aloud tossing your phone to the side. Just as the phone hits the back of the couch, there’s a knock at the door. ‘He’s really trying my patience’, you think to yourself as you walk over to the door and swing it open ready to let Phil have it. You nearly lose your breath as you see Bruno standing on the other side of door.

You are so caught off guard, you can’t even speak. Bruno smiles at you. His smile quickly dissipates as he realizes that you’ve been crying. Grabbing you as he pushes his way into the room, he asks, “Nikki, what’s wrong?!”. It feels so good to be in his arms right now. You just wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head and asks again softly, “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”. “I’m not hurt. I’m ok”. He steps back slightly and gives you a smirk. He knows you’re lying. “I saw Phil’s car peeling outta the parking lot Nikki. What happened?”. You break his embrace and walk toward the window. Bruno wraps his arms around you from behind. “I don’t wanna talk about it Bruno. Ok?”, you say turning to face him. “Ok”, he answers understandingly. “Well, what do you want to talk about?”, he asks smirking. His dimples are playing peek-a-boo and it’s causing your love to moisten. You step into him and lightly lick those perfect dents pressed into his cheeks. “Oh, ok”, he smiles. “I hear you. I think we can have that discussion”. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss those perfect lips. He smiles at you as his hands untie your robe and let it fall freely on to the floor. His hands are cold as they caress your body and you jump. “Sorry”, he laughs. His hands soon make their way to your waist, hips and thighs. Bruno has you pressed up against the window. The world is about to see a private show and to be very honest, you don’t care. You begin to unbutton his pants. That carrot is released as his pants hit the floor. He steps out of them and quickly pulls off his shirt. He smiles at you as he steps into you and begins kissing your neck and nibbling your left ear. The moisture raining from your love could water a garden. A twinge of guilt stings your cheeks as Bruno lifts you onto his hardness. “What’s wrong Baby?”, Bruno whispers noticing your body stiffen. “Nothing B”, you respond all the while thinking to yourself, ’This is so wrong Nicole’. That carrot is equipped with GPS and has no problem locating your G-spot. ‘Fuck it! If Phil won’t forgive me I might as well enjoy myself’, you reason. You begin pushing your wetness up and down on that carrot. “Oh shit! There’s my Baby. Mmmmm just like thattttttttttt”, Bruno moans sensing the change in your demeanor. You want more. You hop down off that carrot and back your pretty, round brown on to it. “Hell yes!”, Bruno says excitedly. Pressing your hands against the window he begins hitting your love from behind. With each thrust, you grind deep and Bruno can’t help but moan. You are in complete control of your orgasm and can’t wait to drive him over the edge. Tightening your walls around his hardness you grind in circles on that carrot. Bruno’s knees begin to shake. “Ah fuck!”, Bruno murmurs as you feel him jerk. You quickly turn around, plant a quick kiss on his lips and drop to your knees. Taking that entire carrot into your mouth, you nearly gag. Bruno let’s out the deepest, sexiest moan and it’s making your love tremble. As you are sucking and licking that carrot, Bruno is losing it. “NIKKI…AH FUCK…NIKKI…” You smile and keep going. His carrot jerks as you lick the tip and lightly suck the head of that carrot. “OOOHHHH…SHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTT. DON’T STOPPPPPPPP”, he pleads as he literally melts in your mouth. He slides down onto the floor in a completely satisfied, fine ass, butter pecanrican puddle. Bruno’s eyes are closed. You are pretty sure he’s about to fall asleep so you grab some pillows and arrange them on the floor. You pull your robe across the two of you as Bruno holds you tight. Kissing you he admits, “I swear to God, that was the best sex I’ve EVER had”. You chuckle. Snuggling into him, you whisper, “Are you happy Baby?”. You feel his body stiffen a little. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that”, realizing what you just said. Holding you tighter, he whispers in your right ear, “Very”. You smile as within minutes, you hear him snoring.

The next morning, you wake up on the floor and Bruno is gone. You sigh as you roll on to your back and wipe the sleep from your eyes. ‘Nicole, when are you ever gonna learn to leave his ass alone?’, you ask yourself. Before you can start wallowing in your self loathing, the door opens and Bruno walks in with two big cups of coffee and a large bag from Panera. You smile surprisingly. Bruno sets everything on the kitchen table. He squats down in front of you and kisses you softly. “Thought I left, didn’t you?”, he asks with a dimpled filled smile. Your guilty smile gives away your thoughts. Laughing Bruno says, “Baby, after last night, I’d walk to a farm, get the eggs from the hen house, slaughter a pig to hand make your bacon after making your biscuits from scratch.” “Stop it B!”, you laugh as you pull on your robe. Pulling you close by your robe’s belt he kisses you and says, “You my love, are more than worth it”. You are blushing hard and can’t hide it. Bruno holds you close, very close. It feels so good, you nearly forget that everything about it is wrong. As if on cue, your phone rings, it’s Phil. You kiss B and ignore the call. The call goes to voicemail as the two of you sit down to breakfast. Bruno hands you your coffee. “I didn’t know what type of coffee you liked so I just got you a latte”. You smile, “Thanks B”. “Is that ok?”, he asks unknowingly. Before you can answer, your phone rings again. It’s Phil. Bruno smiles at you, “You, ah, want me to get that for you?”. You smirk, “Latte’s are fine. My favorite coffee is caramel macchiato with whip cream instead of foam. I don’t like foam”. “Ok, that’s nice but you do know that if you don’t answer your phone, he’s going to show up at your door”, Bruno states. You aren’t hungry anymore so you get up. “I’m going to shower”. “So, you’re just going to ignore him…”. You cut Bruno off, “Look you can continue to blab about Philip or you can join me in the shower”. You drop your robe in the middle of the floor and walk into the bathroom. Before your foot touches the cool tile of the bathroom floor, Bruno has his arms around you. You smile slyly. He turns you to face him. Brushing the hair from your face, he says, “I know you’re using me as a distraction Nikki”. You smirk. “Is that a problem?”, you ask as you drop to your knees and unzip his pants. You pull that carrot out from its hiding place and begin to lick it like a lollipop. Bruno moans, “Mmmmm. Do you hear me complaining?”. You lick up and down the shaft until that carrot is hard enough to cut through steel. You rise up and wink at B as you start the shower. You step inside and pull him in, fully clothed. He doesn’t even attempt to resist. You drop back down to your knees to finish the job (pun intended). You suck that carrot like it’s the last bottle of water on Earth. “Jesus Christ”, he whispers as you taste that creamy center flowing down your throat. You stand and smile with pride. He shakes his head. “Got damn Nikki”, is all he can say as you unbutton his wet shirt. Once he’s undressed you start rubbing your addiction. You want more. You grab a washcloth and lather it up with body wash. You start to “wash him clean”. He smiles, “This feels good. Let me return the favor”. He grabs your ‘puff’ and lathers it up. He starts gently circling your chest, paying close attention to your breasts. In fact, he uses his fingers to rub your nipples, ensuring they are clean. Your love drips every time he touches your nipples. You moan, “Mmmmmmm”. Smiling, he continues to wash your stomach then slowly moves down to your love. Dropping the ‘puff’, he decides to use his hand to rub, rub, rub your clit. Your body trembles as the back of your head hits the shower wall. Kissing you, he continues. Stepping into you, he inserts two fingers into your love. His thumb rubs your clit as those two, thick ass fingers, slowly move in and out of your love. Your body is on fire despite the cool temperature of the shower. His tongue quickly finds your nipples. Licking and sucking them until you come all over his hand. He doesn’t stop. Your body is bucking wildly as you scream and come harder a second time. You take a few deep breaths and open your eyes. Bruno is looking at you with an evil grin as he licks his fingers. “Bruno…”, you whisper as your body continues to tremble. It’s difficult to speak without stuttering. “Damn”, is all you can say. You both realize that the water is now ice cold and decide to step out of the shower. You reach for your towel but Bruno snatches it from you. “I…don’t…think…so…I’m not done with you”, he smiles devilishly. He pushes you against the shower doors and shows you NO MERCY. He enters you with such force, the shower doors rattle. “AH…”, escapes your lips as he caresses your neck with his right hand and squeezes your hip with his left. His thrusts are stealing your breath. Your love is in full spasm. He’s in COMPLETE control of you right now and he knows it. Smirking, he nibbles on your right earlobe and whispers, “What’s my name?”. You murmur immediately, “Bruuuuunnnnoooooo” as you bang on the shower doors. He continues thrusting in your love tightening his grip on your hip. “Whose is it?”, he whispers next. You smile devilishly but don’t answer. “Is it mine?”, he tries again thrusting harder. You can feel the fire erupt below and you’re not sure you can contain it, however, you still don’t say a word. He stops and spins you around. You are face to face. Smiling he says, “You may belong to him but this pussy is MINE!”. Lifting you onto his manhood, you begin bouncing up and down on that carrot like a pogo stick. Leaning your back on the shower door he bangs your love with such force you nearly lose your mind. You grab the towel bar for leverage and grind. You rock back and forth as he continues to thrust in your love. With his last thrust, you both explode with such force, your body is weakened. You can barely hold on to B. Bruno holds you tight as you stand, legs wobbling like a newborn deer. You lay your head on his sweaty chest and smile just as you hear a knock at the front door. “Baby Girl, it’s me. Open up”. You sigh and look up at B. You can barely move, let alone speak. Kissing the top of your head Bruno whispers, “I told you”. You muster up all the strength you have and stand on your own two feet. You wobble out into the living area in search of your robe. Bruno is several steps behind you watching. He’s very much amused as you stumble around. “Nikki, please. We need to talk”, Phil says through the door. You take a deep breath and say, “Ph…Phil, we don’t have anything to talk about”. You put on your robe and tie it tight as Bruno leans against the window watching. You head toward the door. “Nikki…”, Phil starts. You open the door leaving the chain latched. “What do you want Philip”, you ask trying not to look like you just had the life fucked out of you. “Baby Girl, I wanna talk”, he says looking deep into your eyes. “Really?”, you ask. “Because you didn’t have a lot to say the last time you were here”, you continue. “I know and I’m sorry. I should have handled it differently”, he tries to explain. “Philip it doesn’t matter”, you stop because you feel Bruno behind you. You clear your throat and try to continue. “I understand why you don’t trust me but it hurts that you can’t forgive me”, you swallow hard as Bruno slides your robe up to your hips and rubs your love. You close your eyes and pray Bruno stops. He doesn’t. “Nikki, I know you’re upset but if you just let me come in and explain…”, “NO!”, you say loudly as Bruno slides the tip of that carrot into your love. Phil assumes that ‘NO’ was meant for him. He looks down at the floor defeated. “Look Nikki, I’m sorry. Please just let me in and we can talk it out”, he pleads. Bruno is teasing your love with the tip of that carrot, lightly grinding as you try to maintain your composure. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip murmuring, “Oh my God, please just stop”. Phil looks so hurt but what can you do? Bruno is deep inside your love and you are about to lose it. “Baby Girl, I love you”, Phil says with sincerity in his eyes. Bruno is circling in your love and you can’t concentrate. “Oh my God! Please just leave me alone”, you whisper to Bruno but Phil hears and assume you are talking to him. “Ok. I understand’, he acknowledges sadly as he turns and leaves. You close the door feeling like shit for the way that went down. You wanna beat the hell outta Bruno but before you can, he carries you over to the coffee table and lays you on your back. Spreading your legs wide, he re-enters you and circles so deep in your love you forget what you were mad about. You push your love against his strong desire as he thrusts. The beads of sweat from his forehead are dripping onto your breasts. That carrot GPS has homed in on your G-spot and is going in for the attack. You are screaming as you squirt all over him. “Jesus Bruno! I’m sorry Baby”. He smiles, “Don’t be. I love when I make you come like that. Let’s me know I’m doing my job”. Kissing you, he pins your legs back behind your head and does push ups in and out of your love. You scream out in tortuous bliss. He pushes so deep his thighs tremble. He’s about to lose it. He slows his pace. “Baby, are you ok?”, you ask.  He kisses you gently and whispers, “I’m about to be”. His pace quickens and you feel him tremble as he releases his desire within your walls. Laying his head on your chest, he sighs deeply. You are both exhausted. Bruno holds you in his arms while you both stumble to bed. You are floating as Bruno folds his arms around you. You are drifting off into a blissful, post coidial coma when Bruno whispers, “I love you Nikki”. Barely conscious, you whisper back, “I love you too…Philip”.

Decisions

You can see the tears fill Phil’s eyes and it is tearing your heart into tiny shreds. You turn away to ease the pain but discover that Bruno is standing directly behind you. He heard EVERY word and is staring at you in awe. You suddenly feel trapped. You can’t breathe. You begin hyperventilating. Your heart is beating like a humming birds wings. You feel light headed. Familiar hands are on your back, they belong to Phil. “Nikki?”, he asks with concern. Bruno steps closer to you. You’re breathing so fast, you are seeing double. You shake your head in hopes that your vision clears. It doesn’t. “Nikki?”, Bruno asks concerned, placing a hand on each of your shoulders. You feel faint. ‘Oh my God! I’m having a panic attack!’, you think to yourself. Bruno and Phil look at each other and nod. Phil pulls you down on the curb as he says, “Come on. Sit down Baby Girl”. You do as you are told. Bruno squats down in front of you and places his right hand on the center of your chest. “Breathe with me Nikki. In (inhales slowly). Out (exhales slowly)”. You try but you can’t. Phil is squatting behind you. Rubbing your back, he repeats what Bruno just said. “Come on Baby Girl. In (inhales slowly). Out (exhales slowly)”. The direct pressure on your back and chest from Phil and Bruno is helping to slow your breathing. After a few minutes the double vision is gone. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing (instead of Bruno’s face). You don’t feel faint anymore.Your heart rate is returning to baseline. After about 15 minutes, you feel better. Your eyes are still closed but you can tell that Phil is sitting on your right and Bruno is sitting on your left. Phil continues to rub your back with his left hand while his right hand rubs your right thigh. You continue breathing in and out…slowly. Bruno brushes the hair from your face and whispers, “Nikki, you ok?”. You take a deep breath and reply, “Yes”, keeping your eyes closed. You can hear Phil sniff. You peek quickly and see him quickly wipe the corners of his eyes. Your heart physically hurts. You lower your head, holding your face in your hands. Your eyes begin to moisten. Despite the pain he’s feeling, Phil is STILL right next to you rubbing your back. You hear Bruno sigh. “I’m sorry”, he starts. “I’m sorry man. You’re my brother and…I really fucked up. I’m sorry.” Phil stops rubbing your back. You tense up, fearful of how he may respond. “Yes you did. I mean, you my BOY, my ACE and you…”, his voice trails off as you hear him stand up. Bruno stands as well and you open your eyes and sit up. Walking toward Phil, Bruno encourages him to finish, “And what? Talk to me man. I can’t stand this…this…anger between us anymore. Scream at me, cuss me out, something. Just talk to me!”. Phil looks at Bruno like he’s about to respond but then looks at you and stops. You know this conversation needs to happen but it can’t take place while you are around. You have to leave. As though he was reading your mind, Jamareo walks up next to you and says, “Nikki, I can take you home if you want”. Smiling you reply, “Thanks Jam. I’d appreciate that”. You turn and leave without looking back.

Sitting in Jamareo’s car you are silent sulking in your feelings. “Soooo, how have you been?”, Jam asks trying to make conversation. Smirking you suppress the urge to vent. “I’m ok Jam. How are you?”. “Pretty good, pretty good”, he replies with that sweet smile that melts your heart. Silence falls on the car once again. Jam turns the corner and you realize that he is taking you to Bruno’s house. “Jam, stop the car please”, you request. “Uh…sure”, he says pulling over. “Is something wrong?”, he wonders turning toward you. Looking down, you shake your head. “No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just…I…I can’t go back to Bruno’s place.” “Oh! Ok. Well, I have a spare room. You are more than welcome to stay there.” You look up and smile at Jamareo. “That’s very sweet of you, really, but I think I need a place of my own Jam”. He nods. “I can understand that but where are you going to stay until you get a place? I mean seriously, I don’t mind if you crash at my place”. You laugh. “You are truly a gentleman. Thank you but I’m just going to stay at a hotel for a while. I’m sure I’ll find an apartment soon”. “Ok…”, he says as if he doesn’t approve but doesn’t dare say it. “You have any idea where you wanna stay?”. “Nope. Not one clue”, you sigh. “Ok. Well, what about the Residence Inn? They are like mini apartments right?”. You perk up. “Yeah good idea Jam! Thanks!”. 

Jam pulls up to Bruno’s house. You both hop out of the car. “You need any help packing?”, he asks sweetly. “Nah, I don’t have much to pack but thanks for asking. Thank you for helping me out, Jam. I really appreciate it”. “Don’t mention it Nikki. Now if you change your mind, my offer still stands”, he says smiling as he walks you to the door. Giving him a hug you smile and reply, “Thanks Jam. I’ll keep that in mind. See you later”. “See ya Nikki”. You go inside and quickly pack up all your things. You are praying Bruno doesn’t walk through the door. He doesn’t. You throw your luggage in the trunk of your car and head out. Not long after, you are in your hotel room unpacking. Once you’re finished you sit on the couch and try to relax. It’s late and you’ve had one hell of a day. A little after 9pm, your phone is jumping OFF THE HOOK. Bruno and Phil are calling, leaving voicemails and texting you. ‘Where R U’ and ‘Can we talk?’, comes across your screen from Bruno. ‘We need 2 talk’, scrolls across from Phil. You don’t want to talk to either of them right now. You turn your phone off, curl up in bed and close your eyes. Within minutes you are sleep. 

Hours later, you are startled out of your sleep by a loud knock on your door. Jumping up you check the clock. It’s 3:09 am. ‘Who the hell?!’, runs though your mind when you hear the knock again. “Nikki, it’s me. Open the door. Please”, you hear Bruno plead through the door. You unlock the door but don’t unlatch the chain. You open the door as far as the chain allows. Bruno looks exhausted. Looking confused, he attempts to push the door open. “What the…”, he starts to say as he looks at you. “Nikki, open the door”. “Bruno it’s late. What is it?”, you ask. He looks down and sighs deeply. “So you just leave and don’t tell me? I mean I come home and you…you’re just gone. No note, no nothing. I’ve been worried sick!”. “Bruno it’s just…I need my space. I am so confused right now and…” Bruno stops you, “Nikki, I can’t talk to you like this…through the door. Come on, baby, please open the door”. His eyes are moist and red from tears. You close your eyes, unlatch the door and let him in. While he closes the door, you make your way to the far side of the room; out of arms reach. You stand with your arms folded as Bruno makes his way over to you. He reaches out to stroke your arms and you move to the right and circle behind him. “Look if you wanna talk, talk”, you state matter of factly. Bruno smirks a little. “Ok. Fine. Why did you leave?” “Because I need space. I have to figure out what I want”. “But, I thought you said you loved me”. You sigh heavily. “I…I…I…”, you sound like a broken record. Bruno caresses your face. “You don’t have to say it. In fact, it would probably be better if you didn’t”. You step back. “Bruno, it’s late and I’m really tired.” Bruno steps toward you. His right hand reaches to caress your face but you block it. “I think you should go B”, you say looking down. Bruno sighs deeply, “Ok. It has been one hell of a day. Can I see you tomorrow? Lunch maybe?” You are walking toward the door. Opening the door you say, “I’m working a mid-shift tomorrow.” Taking the hint, Bruno walks out the door and stops in the doorway. “Ok. Well, call me when you get in. Ok?” You look down. Bruno grabs your hips and pulls you close. Caressing your face he kisses you with a passion you feel in your panties. Staring into your eyes he repeats, “Ok?”. You are having an out of body experience initiated by that kiss. You hear yourself say, “Ok”, but it doesn’t sound like your voice. Bruno kisses you lightly on the lips, “Good night Nikki”. You blink twice, snapping out of that Mars Sars trance. “Good night B”, you say stepping back and closing the door. You lean your back against the back of the door and slide down to the floor. You wrap your arms around yourself and resist the urge to open that door and pull him back in.

You don’t normally work mid-shifts but if you’re gonna get your own place, the opportunity to work extra shifts is a blessing. Besides, you need to get away from Bruno and Phil for a while. Work is the perfect distraction. It’s 7pm, all your patients have been taken care of and you are ready to get a bite to eat for dinner. As you are walking down to the cafeteria for what you hope is going to be a somewhat decent meal, you see Phil wandering around the hallways of the hospital CLEARLY lost. “Phil?”, you ask half smiling. “Hey! Nikki, glad I found you. This place is a maze. What the hell is ‘tele’ anyway?” You laugh. “Phil what are you doing here? Is everything ok?” “Yeah, everything is fine. I heard you were working today so I thought I’d surprise you with some lunch”. He presents you with a brown bag with Chipotle stamped across it. Your heart skips a little when you smell the aroma eking from the bag. “Philip, that’s very sweet of you! I can’t believe you! I LOVE CHIPOTLE!” He smiles, “I know”. You both walk over to a table and sit down. You pull a burrito bowl out of the bag that could feed two people. Your eyes are wide with excitement and Phil can’t help but laugh. Smiling you say, “Please, have some Phil”. He takes the fork, slides his chair next to you and begins to feed you instead. He is staring at you and you can’t help but blush. He feeds you in silence. There is no verbal communication but your bodies are saying it all as you both frequently exchange smiles. Before you know it, it’s 7:30 and you have to head back upstairs. “Thanks for lunch, Phil. It was DELICIOUS!” You both laugh as he walks you to the elevator. “You’re welcome Nikki”, he replies smiling, allowing those dimples to emerge. As you press the elevator button, he pulls you close. You are face to face. Your lips are millimeters away from his. So close, you are breathing in his breath. Caressing the back of your head, he looks deep into your eyes and asks, “Can I kiss you?”. Your body wants to scream ‘Hell fucking yes’ but your mind adds a filter. “Yes”, you nearly plead in a whisper. His lips lightly graze yours and linger for a few seconds until the elevator door opens. He slowly releases you. You can’t move. “I hope the rest of your shift goes well Baby Girl”, he smiles as he walks away. You feel drunk from that encounter. You stumble into the elevator. As soon as the door closes, you take a deep breath and lick your lips. “Dayum!”

You sit in the drivers seat of your car just as the clock reads 11:40pm. You start the car and your text alarms, it’s Bruno. ‘How wuz ur shift?’ You contemplate ignoring him. ‘Tiring. Cant w8 2 hit da bed’. ‘I wanna c u. I miss u being here.’ You don’t know how to respond to that because you’re not missing him. ‘That’s sweet. Really tired B. ttyl.’ You park your car in the hotel parking lot. As you walk onto to the elevator you get another text from Bruno, ‘Since U wont let me tuck U in at least let me take U to lunch tomorrow’. You smile. He’s determined. You respond, ‘Ok. GN B’. Just as you hit send, you look up and see Phil sitting in front of your door looking fine as hell in his red plaid shirt and snap back. You chuckle a little, surprised but happy to see him. “Philip what are you doing here?” Rising up from the floor he smiles and hands you a beautiful bouquet of Stargazer Lilies. “Waiting for you so I could give you these”. Your heart is melting (which would explain the moisture soaking your panties right now). You plant a kiss on his right cheek. “Thank you. They are beautiful”, you say smiling as you open the door. You walk in but Phil just stands in the doorway. “Are you coming in?”, you ask. “Do you want me to?”, he asks honestly. You lay down your flowers and walk over to him. Grabbing both of his hands, you kiss his lips softly. You feel his body tremble a little and you smile. “Philip, I ALWAYS want you to”, you smirk as you pull him inside. He looks around. “Nice”, he says seeming surprised. “Thanks!” Phil walks toward you and all you can think of is what you wanna do to his body. He embraces you. Holding you tight he asks, “So how’d the rest of your shift go?” It dawns on you that you just came from work and are filthy. Stepping back you respond, “It wasn’t bad but Baby, I’m so dirty. I’ma take a quick shower. I’ll be back in a few but please make your self at home”. You head to the shower and wash all the work and worry from your body. Part of you is hoping that Phil joins you in the shower. You actually linger a little longer than you normally would just in case but no Phil. You hop out, dry off and wrap the towel around you as you head out to your bedroom slightly irritated. As you walk through your bedroom door. You notice Phil sitting on your bed and you begin to feel MUCH better. You walk over to him and sit on his lap. Brushing the hair from your face he kisses your cheek. “How about a massage?”, he murmurs in your left ear. “Mmmmm. That sounds good”, you murmur back. You lay on your stomach. Phil unwraps your towel revealing your caramel skin but keeps your ass covered. Phil lotions up his hands and begins to rub your legs, calves and feet. You rest your head on your arms and lightly moan. His hands on your body feels so good. He moves up to your thighs and massages each firmly but tenderly. Moving up your thigh, his hands are under the towel. As he massages your upper thigh, his thumb lightly grazes your love. “Mmm”, escapes from your lips and he smiles. “Sorry”, he apologizes. You sit up and turn over, pulling the towel up to cover you. You slide down toward him and caress his face. You allow your towel to slide down a little revealing some cleavage. Kissing his face over and over you murmur, “Don’t ever be sorry for touching what belongs to you”. Phil pushes you away. “Does it?”, he asks with skepticism in his voice. You are stunned. “Wh…what do you mean?” “Does it belong to me? I mean wasn't Bruno just over here last night?” Your face is stuck. You are shocked and a little offended. “Well, yes but…”, Phil cuts you off and scoffs. Getting up he begins to walk away. “Philip! Let me finish!”, you respond raising your voice. “Nikki I don’t wanna hear about your sexual escapades with my so-called brother. Besides, he said he would leave you alone and let us work this out on our own.” You raise your eyebrows. You wondered what the outcome of their convo was but didn’t want to be nosey. “Fucking liar”, Phil mumbles under his breath. You can’t further tarnish their relationship even though it seems Bruno is hell bent on it’s destruction. “As I said, Philip, you didn't let me finish”, you continue softening your tone. You force him to sit on the bed and listen. “Yes, Bruno was here last night but there were no sexual escapades”. Phil looks up and searches your eyes for truth. Finding it he asks, “So what the hell was he doing here?”. Thank God for the ability to think on your feet. “He came to apologize for everything. He didn’t mention what transpired between you two but I figured you guys came to some sort of truce. He was very remorseful and said he loved you too much as his brother to keep…well, to continue our relationship”. You turn to walk away for emphasis but Phil stands and grabs your hips. “Wait”, he whispers. Pressing his forehead against yours he closes his eyes and apologizes. “I’m sorry. It’s just…it’s going to take me a while to trust you and him again”. He holds you tighter as he looks into your eyes and says softly, “I love you Baby Girl”. Kissing you softly, he lets your towel fall to the floor and begins to caress your body. Picking you up he lays you on the bed and begins kissing every inch of your skin. As he begins kissing the inside of your thighs, he murmurs, “Do you forgive me?”. “Yessss”, is slowly teased from your mouth as his tongue finds your clit and licks it slowly quickly igniting the fire of your orgasm. Removing his clothes, he lays his warm mocha body atop yours. Running his fingers through your hair he smiles at you. You can still see the hurt behind his eyes that YOU put there. Tears stream down your face as he enters you. He stops immediately. “What’s wrong?! Am I hurting you?!” You flip him over and mount up. “No Baby, I hurt you and I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” He smiles and places his hands behind his head. “Giddy up Baby Girl”, he smirks. You grind on that python until he moans. Back and forth, up and down until you feel him jerk inside you. You ease up, you’re not ready for it to be over so soon. You slowly hop off and wrap you lips around that massive python. You try your best to swallow it and he damn near loses his mind. “OH FUCK…NIKKI..DAMN IT!” Smiling you hop back on your ride, reverse cowgirl style and twerk on his hardness until his toes curl. He quickly gets up and starts riding you doggie style. That python is banging your walls so hard your wetness is dripping down your legs as it releases your orgasm. He pulls your hair and kisses you as he explodes inside you with his next thrust. Collapsing on top of your back, he sighs deeply. You turnover and hold your lover. Kissing the top of his head, you ask, “Are you satisfied Baby?”. “Hell fucking yes!”, he smiles kissing you. Holding him tighter you continue, “Do you forgive me?”. He looks up at you and smiles but doesn’t answer.