Leather & Lace

Chapter 8

“It’s so nice to meet you, both,” Lacey smiled. Brett threw his drink back.

“You, too.” Shondra replied. “Eric, she’s very pretty.” Yeah, your husband seems to think so too, she thought. Lacey smiled at Shondra. She had to admit, Shondra seemed like a nice person but you can also tell that she was the type of woman who loves botox. Although she was beautiful, you can tell that she had fillers in her lips. Her long blonde hair was straight and she wore a very pretty matching set that made seem more curvier than normal. She and Brett actually looked good together. Her make up made her eyes stand out the most. Lacey smiled at her as she thanked her for her compliment.

Shondra took a sip of her drink. “So Sierra what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a lawyer. What about you?” Lacey didn’t want to give her too many details. This was already awkward.

“I’m a CEO. Brett and I run a company together.” Husband and wife duo. How cute.. Shondra looked over at Brett as sat quietly. He hasn’t taken another drink Lacey showed up. Besides noticing the angry glances, Lacey did well ignoring him.

“Oh honey, you never said anything to Eric’s friend,” Shondra noticed. She laughed as she touched his shoulder. “He’s usually not so quiet.”

“It’s fine. I really should be going. I left my friend and I know she will be looking for me really soon. It was really nice to meet you both.” Lacey turned to Eric as she pulled out her phone. She heard Brett’s huff, trying her best to not make it noticeable. “What’s your number?”

Eric smiled. “Here, I’ll type it in.” He quickly texted his information and gave her a hug. “Call me anytime.”

Lacey glanced over at Brett. “Oh I will.” She turned and left to find Izzy. She needed to leave before she did something stupid. Not seeing Izzy on the dance floor made her worry a bit. She went into the bathroom and used her phone to call Izzy, but there was no answer. She sent a few texts and left the bathroom. She was moving so fast that she ran into a solid rock hard body. She looked up and saw that it was Brett. Oh no I don’t need this right now. She attempted to go around him but he blocked her.

“And where do you think you’re going, Sierra?”

“Now is not the time and even if it was, I have nothing to say to you.”

Brett squinted his eyes and grabbed Lacey’s arm dragging her back into the bathroom and locked the door.

“What the hell, Brett?”

“What the hell is right, La-cey! I’ve been trying to call you but you’ve just been ignoring me and now you’re here taunting me with my friend.

“It doesn’t matter what I do because you have a wife, Brett. What do you expect of me?”

“I just wanted to explain-“

“You don’t need to explain anything. We’re not together. We had s*x that was it!”

“Was it though?” He asked. “Because I remember every single dirty thing you did. I remember how your tight p***y felt as I pumped inside of you.” Oh so did she. She remembered every single detail. His raspy voice sent chills through her body. He moved closer, trapping her between the wall and himself. Her heart raced and she swallowed the lump in throat. She wanted him despite him being married, but it wasn’t right.

“Yes, that was all it was. Just. Sex.” She lied. She felt different with him. She was different with him, but she wasn’t going to admit it. “I'm not going to explain myself to you. I need to find my friend.”

“Fine, I'll help you find her,” he quickly offered.

“No, I'm good. Go back to Shondra.”

“Lacey,” he growled. Lacey’s phone chimes with a message from Izzy.

Hey went home with the guy from outside of the club. I should've texted you. I promise I’ll give you details. Love you.

Lacey let out a breath of relief.

“I assume that your friend is safe?”

“Yes, now I can go home.”

“We need to talk. I want to explain.” Brett was practically begging.

“Does your wife know what we did?” Lacey asked curiously.

“No she doesn’t. But everything is not what it seems.”

“So you’re not married?” She raised a brow.

The disappointment on his face answered her question.

“Thought so. I’m leaving. Goodbye, Brett.” She tried to move away from him.

“Wait! Jesus, Lace. Are you really going to call him?” So that’s what’s this is really about.

“Yeah and if he talks a good game,” she leaned towards him. “I may just invite him over.” Brett’s eyes narrowed as he tried to contain his anger. He knew she was pushing his buttons but just the thought of her with his friend made him want to punch the wall. “In fact, I need a ride home anyway.” She pulled out her phone and was about to text him when Brett snatched her phone. She went to reach for the phone but his arms were too long.

“Please let me take you home. I promise I just want to talk,” he urged.

She needed to stand on her word. First Edward cheated on her and then Brett f****d her behind his wife’s back. So why was she feeling so conflicted? Why was she even considering listening to what he had to say? The more he begged, the more she was ready to say yes.

“I-“

“Let’s make a deal, I can take you home and explain on the way. You don’t have to respond. If you decide that you’re done with me, then I’ll step out of the way. I just want to make sure you’re safe.” The knocking on the door caused her to jump. She knew she needed to make a decision fast.

She shook her head and groaned. “Okay. Take me home and that’s it, Brett.” He failed at hiding his smile and Lacey had a feeling that she would do something stupid.

“Thank you,” he breathed out. Brett unlocked the door and walked out with Lacey slowly following behind. She was buzzed now, her drunken blissed completely calmed down. Deep down she missed him and wondered how things would’ve been had he not been married. They got into his truck and pulled off.

During the ride, Brett said nothing. He was nervous, but he knew she deserved the truth. “Are you hungry?”

“No.” She was actually starving.

“Are you sure?” He probed.

“Yes.” At least she’s responding, he thought. Those one-worded answers were better than not hearing from her at all.

“Okay.” He didn’t know how to start but he also didn’t have much time with her. “So, I met Shondra in college. I was going to take over my father’s company soon. Shondra was studying interior design so we had some business classes together. We were just friends at first, but then we started to take it to the next level. We never made anything official but that changed when my dad had to retire. One of the stipulations was that before I could take over, I had to get married. I told Shondra and she easily agreed to marry me.”

Lacey didn’t say anything but she heard every word he said. “I’m not in love with her and that attraction to her has faded. This isn’t a real marriage, it’s just convenient.”

“So what was I to you?” She asked. “Was I also convenient?”

“Lacey, you are very special to me and that’s why I wanted to court you and see where it goes? I still do.”

“You know that can’t happen,” she huffed. She was being a hypocrite because despite his situation she still wanted him. Her walls were easily breaking down.

“Yes it can. I want to see where we go from here.” She wanted that too. God knows she do.

“I’m sorry Brett, but you’re married and I can’t be the other woman.”

“You won’t be, Lacey. You’ll be just mine and I’ll do everything I can to show you.” He looked at her, his eyes flickered with hope.

“Brett,” it came out almost like a whisper.

“f**k, I miss hearing you say my name.”

“I-I can’t be that, not even for you. I’m sorry but I won’t be the other woman.” They arrived at her house and he shut off the truck.

“Okay,” his voice had a slight rasp. He looked down at the wheel with his shoulders slumped.

“Goodbye, Brett.” As she was getting out of the truck, he pulled her towards him and covered her lips. He figured he taste her lips one last time. Lacey’s body betrayed her mind and her heart. The last few pieces of her walls crumbled and she melted. He kissed her hard, not giving either of them room to breathe. She knew then that this wasn’t going to be a goodbye, but an I’ll see you later. Dammit.

She missed the warm taste of his lips. She darted her tongue to taste the liquor he drank earlier and damn with it mixed him, it was so f*****g good, so forbidden. It was everything she wanted but couldn’t have. But she couldn’t stop, she contradicted every good reason she just gave him. He broke the kiss, the both of them panting as their foreheads are against each other.

“Lacey-“

“Come inside.” She knew this was wrong. They shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t resist the pull any longer. She wanted him and she decided that she was going to have him. They were barely inside of the door when he pushed against the door holding her hands above her head as he ravished her lips. She knew she should send him on his way and just try a little harder to forget about him, but tonight, she was going to be Lace from his club.

He tugged at her top, caressing one of her breasts. “Lace, you look so f*****g good.” He realized that there was a zipper in the front and quickly pulled it down. His eyes darkened at the sight of her breast spilling out. He moved down and planted kisses along her skin before taking a n****e in his mouth. He let go of her wrists and she fumble with his pants pulling them down along with his boxers. He was taller than her so his shaft leaned warm and hard against her stomach. She used her hand to pump up and down. It got harder, forming at the tip and Lacey couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around it again. She threw her head back and enjoyed him assaulting her n*****s. He swiftly removed her pants leaving her only in a thong. He picked up one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder as he stroked his finger at her along her wet thong and moved it to the side. He slid his index and middle finger in her folds and twirled in a circular motion against her mound.

“s**t,” Lacey cursed as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her legs tightened as she felt herself getting wetter.

“Look at me,” Brett ordered. She opened her eyes and looked into his. She saw his pupils dilate while he continued to stroke her with his fingers, occasionally teasing her opening. She felt paralyzed against the door and the only way she could move was if he moved her. His eyes held her hostage. It was as if she was his personal puppet, pulling all of the invisible strings that were attached to her. As she was about to come, he stopped and lifted her up and carried her to the first room he saw. He laid her on the bed and kissed her again as she ran her hands through his hair. He lined himself against her and used his hand to slide inside of her. They both groaned as he felt her heat and she felt full. He moved slowly, rotating his hip so she could feel every inch of him. She was pulling him in but her walls were also contracting as if she would push him out.

“Dammit Lace.” Brett mumbled.

Her moans were like music to his ears. It was something he could listen to all day and night.

“Oh f**k,” she breathed as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. “Faster,” she cried out.

He slammed into her faster as he hovered over her. Their bodies collided, making a loud clapping sound. She ached for her release but wanted him to come at the same time. She started to mock his movements, making him harder until he couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Lacey, come now!” He grunted as he failed to hold his own release. Lacey felt the spurts of hot semen go inside of her. Her p***y was pulsating and she released her fluids. They both laid in the position they were in. The only sound was their heavy breathing. She was indulging the feeling of her wetness and his c*m inside of her.

“How am I supposed to let you go,” Brett wondered.

“I don’t know but just know that right now, you don’t have to.”