Lies That Bind (on hold temporarily)

Chapter Fourteen

S A R A

"Fuck, Sara," James moans as he grips the headboard on either side of my hands and pounds into me.

The wooden bedframe sends a crack through the air of the hotel room, earning a satisfied groan from James as he continues his hard, deep thrusts.

"Oh God!" I cry, my pussy clamping down on his cock as my orgasm crashes through me from the combination of pleasure, and the thrill of breaking the bed not once, but twice.

A few seconds later James shouts out my name as he cums deep inside me, his once quick strokes now slowed as his cock twitches.

He stays there for a moment catching his breath before pulling out and placing a kiss on my shoulder. He hops off the bed and smacks my ass, a stupid grin taking over my face.

I collapse onto the bed, hearing it crack further and giggle to myself. I roll onto my back, not ready to leave my state of euphoria yet and watch as James pulls on his sweats before making his way over to the mini fridge.

"Can I ask you something?" James questions as he grabs a beer.

"Sure," I say, sitting up and pulling the sheets up to cover my bare body.

He takes a sip of his beer before starting, "I know you and Ty dated, but the way he was talking and looking at you tonight made it seem like there was something still going on between the two of you."

I look down at my hands and fiddle with the hem of the sheets, not prepared to face this shirt storm just yet. I guess he's a fuck first as questions later kinda guy...

"I'm assuming based on your reaction that I'm right," he says, taking a seat on the bed next to me.

I sigh, taking a second to collect myself. "We broke things off a couple weeks ago when he was in California for business."

"But doesn't he have a-"

"Wife?" I cut him off, knowing the word would hurt less coming from my mouth. He nods, raising his eyebrows in concern. "Yeah, he does."

"And you were okay with that? Being his mistress?"

I jump out of bed taking the sheet with me, "Call me a whore or a slut, anything, fucking anything, other than his mistress!" I scream, making a run for the bathroom as tears spring to my eyes.

"Sara!" he shouts, his voice echoing in the small room as his arms wrap around my haphazardly covered frame.

"What?!" I shriek, as tears stream down my cheeks.

He spins me around pulling me into his chest, "Sara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he whispers against my hair, gently rubbing my back. "These last weeks with you have been amazing and I just want to know more about the woman behind the incredibly hot bathroom sex and work coffee dates because to me, you're more than that."

I sniffle, praying that there's not a mess of snot and mascara all over my face and pull away from his chest, "Do you mean that? T-that you want to know me?"

"Of course I do, Sara," he says, tilting my chin up, "The good, the bad, and the ugly," he adds, smiling before softly kissing my lips.

"Okay," I breathe.

Over the next hour, I told him all about my relationship with Ty. From how I cheated on him with Alec, to how after breaking up we very quickly started sleeping together while I was with Alec, which turned into us never being able to successfully stay away from each other, even on his wedding day. And how finally, after years of sneaking around, he decided to put an end to our fucked up tale of adultery.