Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 14

Theo

POV

I had thought seeing her so heartbroken as she walked out of the bathroom broke my heart. This woman deserved so much more. I could tell in the short time I had taken the time to talk to her and hold her to my chest as she cried, stirring strong emotions inside of me. I tried to be strong for her, just like when my Mum or sisters needed a shoulder to cry on, but for some reason, she invoked deeper feelings than my family had ever made me feel when I gave them comfort. Returning her kiss, I realized it would be dangerous if she was so vulnerable and would most likely regret this later. Still, my body reacted along with my heart, and the next thing I knew, I had moved her to the bed and wanted to make her feel better, stop those tears from falling, and let her know there was more than what had caused her to cry.

'Please, Theo, take the pain away! Bethany begged, and I did the only thing I thought she needed right then, even though my mind was screaming it was all wrong. I removed her clothes, kissed her, and fingered her, and she moaned and groaned and squirmed as I played with her body. I was reaching a dangerous level where I could not stop my own needs from wanting to take her further than I had intended. I was only going to give her what she needed and make her feel good, but somewhere in doing that, I lost control and got selfish and wanted to do more, go further, and be more pleasurable. I tried to stop, and I tried to be a good friend that she needed.

'More, Theo, please, I need you. She urged me on. I was naked, giving this woman pleasure, and the lines blurred, and I thrust into her, her hips lifted to meet mine, and I was completely gone, lost in the moment. The reason I was in bed with this woman was gone. Making us both reach the end goal was all I wanted now. To push my body further to make her c*m, and she did. I felt her core throbbing as she screamed my name, but I was not there yet. I changed her position slightly, and this had her wrap her legs around my waist. I was able to go deeper, and my whole body liked this change of position. I picked up the pace faster than I thought was possible, and her moans got breathy again, and I could tell she was going to c*m again. When her core clenched, my balls clenched, and I joined her, filling the condom with my warm seed. I kept pushing into her, with each pump of fluid, until the euphoria reduced, and I climbed off of her, replete.

That was the best I had in a very long time, not that I slept around a lot, but enough to know that I wanted to do that again and hoped she would not regret what we had just done. I held her in my arms, her back to me. I was drawing circles on her belly with my hand, and before I knew it, her breathing changed, and I could tell she was asleep. I smiled when I realized she would spend the night with me in my arms. I removed the condom and dropped it in a tissue.

I woke up sometime in the night, hearing her soft sobs. She was still in my arms, and neither of us had moved an inch. She must be dreaming or reliving something from her past, and it was causing her to get upset. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her ear. 'Sweetheart, you are safe, don't cry... No one will hurt you! Kissing her neck and whispering she was safe was all I could think to do.

She wiggled her butt, and my body reacted. I had to tell myself I was holding my sister to make my erection go down, and boy, did it drop like a hot brick; she must have got comfortable and heard my words because her sobs stopped, and she relaxed again. The next thing I know, she is trying to get out of my arms.

'No, sleep longer. I am not ready to get up yet,' I yawned, not wanting to move.

'Bathroom. She foggily replied, and I had to let her go. I felt the bed move and the warmth of the body leave the bed, and I waited for her return. I must have gone back to sleep because she was no longer in my bedroom when I woke up.

I climbed out of bed, disappointed, and went to take a shower, wondering if I had overstepped and hurt our growing friendship.

Showered and dressed, I left my room and stopped in surprise; the sound of humming was coming from the kitchen, and there, dressed in my shirt and cooking in my kitchen, was Bethany.

Her back was to me, and I got to see those shapely legs that were wrapped around my body last night. My jeans got harder all of a sudden, and I wanted nothing more than to pick her up and repeat what we had done last night. Her long hair cascaded down her back and stopped close to the bottom of my shirt, she reached up to get a cup from the overhead cupboard, and I gasped as I watched the shift slowly creep up and expose what she had beneath or should I say what she did not have beneath, she had no panties on, and my already hardening c**k throbbed.

She must have heard my gasp because she turned her head and gave me the most beautiful smile I had ever seen smiling at me; even her eyes sparkled; this was a completely different woman I held last night; she was full of need and tears. I liked this new woman. 'Morning. I was not sure how you took your eggs. I vaguely remember I had asked before, but it seems to have slipped my mind, so you got sunny side up. Hope that is okay! She continued to make me a coffee before turning to offer it to me, not once losing her smile. She only had one button holding the shirt together, and I remembered what was under that shirt, and the amount I could see not covered by my shirt had me almost exploding like a teenage lad still learning his body. She looked so beautiful, and my shirt never looked that good on me.

She raised her eyebrows at me and lifted the cup as if to say, "Do you want it or not?" I took a step forward and took the cup from her, and before I could lean forward to give her a kiss, she turned back to the stove and turned the bacon over. She looked so comfortable in my kitchen as if she was meant to be there. It was a feeling I cannot remember ever having before. This was way too fast. I hope I am not on the rebound trail.

We ate, and I had to leave for work. I wanted to spend more time with her. But life goes on, and hearts are waiting to be fixed. I have a big one to do today: a high-profile woman, and I cannot just call in sick. She might not last much longer if I put off her surgery just because I want to spend it with my neighbor. I don't think Robson would be too happy about that. I gave Bethany one last kiss before forcing myself out the door. Bethany promised to clean up the kitchen before she left.