I Got You - Coastal Wolves Series

Expressive touch,

Passionate embraces,

Strong hands upon me.

Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations,

Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer.

Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression.

Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin.

Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers,

Drawing me back again and again.

ISABELLA’S POV

If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

I panted as he pumped into me, and I groaned when he pulled out. I wasn’t even close to cumming and he was done fucking me. How long has it been? Barely minutes.

“Honey I have to go now.” He said as he hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Every sexual encounter with him left me with two vivid emotions, frustrated and pissed. 

“I know you have to go but I didn’t even get to cum yet, please don’t leave me hanging Edward.” I practically begged. My insides were still hot and I needed him to let me finish at least.

“I’m sorry Bella, but no.” I heard the sound of the shower and I pressed my face into the pillow beside me and screamed out all of my frustrations. I stayed in bed looking at the ceiling wondering when I’d ever get him to finish me off. I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and him walking out. He was completely dressed. He worked on his cufflinks and his eyes waited for me to help him out but I remained in my position unmoving. There was no way I was going to help him get dressed when he had blatantly refused to help me out.

Once he was ready to go, Edward picked up his suitcase and opened it before tossing out some cash toward me. Without another word, my husband walked out of our room and I was left feeling like a whore who had been paid for such a lousy job she had just performed.

I wasn’t angry though, it wasn’t as if I loved the man. Being married to him sure has brought a lot of inconvenience in my life. First I was not allowed to follow my dreams or have the life that I wanted and was instead forced to marry him to save my father, as his health was falling apart and we didn’t have the money to push his hospital expenses. Such a hero I was.

I wanted to sulk but also pour my heart out. I rolled over to where my phone was and grabbed it. I dialed my best friend’s number and as expected she picked up on the second ring as if she was waiting for me to call.

“You need to keep your phone down sometimes you know,” I told her the moment she answered.

“And if I do I might miss out on everything that’s happening around me, girl. What’s up with you?” she asked and I could sense her concern.

“I think I’m about to lose my mind. Edward has gone on another business trip and I’m supposed to act like a happy wife when I’m not even happy Bri.”

“Oh dear me. Do you need me to come to you?” Brianna asked. She was the one person who fully understood what my life was like. The parents who married me off didn’t know the slightest thing about how their daughter was truly faring.

“Nah it’s alright. I just needed someone to talk to”

“No, what you need is someone to dick you down. I think you should go on a solo vacation. Edward gave you some money right?” I nodded when she asked as if she was looking at me. “Go out and get some time off from everyone Bella, you need it. If the old man asks, just tell him you’re spending the money he gave you.”

“I don’t know Bri, I could get into trouble.” I had one leg curled under me and I bit onto a finger nervously.

“Oh please, you’re already in trouble as it is. You’re stuck in a loveless marriage that doesn’t even compensate you with pleasure; you need to do this for yourself. And don’t even get me started on that brat daughter of his.”

I could already sense her rolling her eyes on the other end of the line and I could help but chuckle.

“And where would you suggest I travel to, it’s not like you’re coming.”

“I don’t know a girl, anywhere. You can go to Portland, I hear it’s a nice place.” She said, sounding unsure. Her idea wasn’t at all bad and I was willing to try out something different and new.

“You know what, I’ll do it. I’ll go to Portland. You’re the best Bri, I’ll just go pack up a few things.” I said to her standing up from the bed.

“You’re welcome babes, just don’t return without a gift for me. I’m not sending you there for nothing.”

“Yes Ma’am” I laughed this time. Of course, she would want something when I got back.

Brianna doesn’t get as much luxury as I do and at any point I could, I made sure to get her a little something.

Within a few hours, I was not only packed and ready to leave but I was also seated on the plane to Portland as Brianna had suggested. The Idea of being alone in a foreign country was terrifying as it was exciting. 

As soon as I arrived at the hotel that I picked out on the plane, I was more than nervous. I sat at the edge of the bed with my phone in hand once I shut the door.

“Oh my god, don’t tell me you’re there already.” Her voice squealed on the other side, making me push the phone away from my ear.

“Yes I am and I wish you were here with me.”

“Ugh! I wish. But you know what, now that you’re there, I’ve googled the biggest club in town for you, and before you say it, you’re welcome. You will go out there and get that sexual touch you’ve always craved but have been missing. Do you hear me?"

I smiled at her and giggled my anxiety simmering down. “I hear you loud and clear. Have I told you how much of an amazing friend you are?” I questioned already imagining what it was I was going to wear.

“You can say it more often you know.” She retorted. “You got this Bella. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I dropped the phone and jumped on the bed excited a few times before rushing over to where my bags were. I rummaged through the entire suitcase and picked out two outfits that were sexy enough yet not too slutty.

Once satisfied with my choice of outfit, I hopped into the shower for a bath making sure to wash my greasy hair and shave off my legs. I hopped out of the shower and proceeded to get dressed. Once my hair was dry, I wore simple makeup with cherry red lipstick that was fit for the night and put on my clothes and shoes. With my small purse in hand, I headed down to the lobby to catch a cab to the club.

I arrived at the club a few minutes later and after showing the bouncer some identification, I was allowed inside, and just like Brianna had promised, the whole place was packed and it wasn’t even that late yet.

My eyes scanned over the area and I could see a few people already on the dance floor and by the looks of it they were already drunk; their sweaty bodies grinded onto each other as they danced to the music. I made my way to the bar to get a drink. The bartender started to work on my drink and I turned for a moment to look some more when my eyes traveled to what seemed like the VIP area. 

In an instant, my palms get sweaty, and just as I was about to wipe them off on my dress, I felt my wedding ring shift. I looked down momentarily before tugging the silver piece off. It should have been an object I admired and wanted to show off to people and perhaps another day, but right now I didn’t want to be a married woman much less carry a wedding ring around in search of a man for the night. 

There in a corner was a man, beautiful like a demi-god. His jaw was chiseled and his eyes were the bluest I have ever seen. His broad shoulders complimented his dark features giving him the Playboy type of feature. It was as though he sensed that I was staring at him because then his eyes met mine and before I knew it I was transfixed in a daze, lost in his oceanic eyes that called out to me. His lips curled up into a smile and I know for a fact that if I was not sober I would have found my way to him. This man dripped sex and he was the type to make a woman crave him after one encounter. The devil in disguise that can make even the hardest woman to impress commit carnal sex no matter what.

As I gazed upon him, a realization dawned within me: He stood as God's sole archangel of temptation and desire.

My body under his gaze started to get heated. I peeled my eyes from him seeing as there were other women seated close to him, all of them fighting for a spot right next to him. I suddenly felt aware of my surroundings and who I was. He was too good for me, way above my league and I didn’t have the skills to get his attention to rest on me like I craved it to.