Without You (Trilogy to AAM)

Unwanted Feelings

"You act like I want to want you back. I don't. But that doesn't change the fact that I miss the fuck outta you. Yeah half this whole situation was my fault but then again the other half wasn't. I just need your forgiveness and another chance. Please Rayna." August was standing in my doorway begging me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"I don't want you though! Forgiving you for all this crazy bullshit won't change anything. I still don't want you in my life in that way. You can see Anthony sometimes but other than that, No! Now leave." I said before slamming the door shut. I needed something to take my mind off of this. I went to check on Anthony who was sleeping soundly in his crib. I shut his door and went to the kitchen where the bottles of alcohol were. I poured some peach flavored vodka and sat on the counter.

I needed sex. Blunt, I know. But I was horny. I could do without it though. I hopped down from the counter, took my bottle, and went to turn on a movie. I was in the middle of watching it when I heard some commotion from outside. In my backyard. I got up and looked out the window. August was climbing the fence to get inside and I seen him fall into the pool. I laughed so hard. Then my neighbor Tristan opened the unlocked gate and walked in to pull him out of the pool.

I walked outside and looked at the both of them.

"Sorry Rayna. I was trying to get him to leave. He's drunk." Tristan said. I nodded and put down my cup. I walked towards August and crossed my arms.

"Rayna please.. I love you." He said. I laughed and shook my head.

"Then none of this shit would have happened at all. Shit I'm tired of you. Get off my property before I call the cops. Pretty sure they're tired of hearing your name." I threatened. He sighed and left.

"Are you okay?" Tristan asked me.

"Oh yeah I've just had a lot on my mind. Do you wanna come in and have a drink?" I asked. Tristan is fucking fine. He's a male model and lives alone. Well except for his dogs.

"Sure." He followed me inside and I locked the back door. I poured him a drink and poured myself another. We sat on the couch and drank while engaging in a conversation about his job.

"Soo do you ever get free time?" I asked.

"Barely. This weekend is my only weekend off for a whole month. It still gets boring being all alone though. Shit, everyone thinks I'm gay because I never have women around me but I'm just too busy for a love life. I don't want to be in a relationship and not be able to give my woman the attention she deserves. I don't think I'll be able to settle down until I find a new job." He explained shaking his head.

"When do you think that'll be?" I asked.

"Hmm, I don't know. Probably in a few months. I've saved enough money to retire. I'm only 28 but it won't be a big deal if I take some years off. Right?"

"Yeah definitely. That makes sense."

"So do you model? You look better than half the models I see everyday." He exclaimed with a smirk. I laughed and shook my head.

"No no I sing. I haven't dropped much music yet but this new album coming up will drop in a few weeks and I'm hoping that'll start my music career." I explained.

"Oh wow I should have known. I'd love to hear you sing sometime." He stated. I just smiled and sipped my drink.

"I don't really sing in front of people that I don't know. Not purposely anyways. But I'll be sure to send you a song when it drops." I said with a laugh.

"Well ight I can work with that. Mind if I ask about the bruise on your cheek?" He asked, and I remembered getting punched in the face by Marlon.

"It's a long story. I'll probably spill all the details after a few more drinks. But that whole situation is over with now for sure." I explained.

"Oh alright I won't ask. Where's the baby?"

"I just put him to sleep not too long ago." I downed the rest of my drink and so did he. He looked in my eyes and it was over. My body took over and I forgot all morals.

He pulled me onto his lap and we started to make out. He was so strong and gripped my body so effortlessly. Man he sent chills down my spine. He kissed my neck while I grind on his little friend that was growing quickly underneath me.

He pulled the straps of my dress down and got to sucking on my nipples. I moaned and bit my lip, watching him. I unbuttoned his jeans and he helped me get his dick out.

I took his shirt off of him and bit his neck while he slid two fingers inside of me.

"Been awhile?" He asked, probably because I was soaked.

"Way too long." I said. He slid it in and I gasped, gripping the back of the couch. He slowly thrusted it in and out until I got comfortable and started riding him myself.

"Fuck." He groaned, holding my waist. I pulled his hair and tried to be quiet even though I wanted to moan loud as shit. He kissed me because he knew I was about to get loud. Then he stood up and laid me down, fucking the shit outta me.

I bit my couch pillow as I came. He didn't stop though. He must have needed this as much as I did. I felt him in my guts.

He pulled out and nut in his hand. Polite. I laughed on accident.

"Didn't wanna get your dress dirty." He said, laughing too.

"Thanks." He went into the kitchen to clean his hand off and I fixed my dress and hair. My legs were weak as fuck but I played it cool.

"Thanks for that." He said, zipping his pants back up.

"Nah, thank you." I said.

"I have to go see my mom soon. Maybe we can have a drink again tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yeah maybe. You know where I live." I said with a wink. He kissed my cheek and left. I let out a sigh and laid on the couch. I don't even feel bad about any part of what just happened.