Love For Sale Book 1 (Self-published)

CH 33: Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes

I wasn't sure if I was ready but I knew that it would be impossible for Barry to stop. Besides, I knew that he knew how I wanted him, too.

Wanted him. Why do I want him? I quietly asked myself.

He wasn't the first man to try to get into my pants. He wasn't even the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, or even the sixth. But, unlike him, none of them ever succeeded.

He hesitated and I wasn't sure if he was giving me a chance to change my mind.

"Claire, do you want this?" he asked. "I will stop if you don't."

"Well, your other head doesn't seem inclined on stopping," I replied too glibly for someone who had just had her climax.

"Do you want to wait until we get married?"

Shit. I had just reached my peak and there he is sporting a boner yet he's still talking about marriage...

"No," I said with a shake of my head.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes—"

The doorbell suddenly chimed before someone started loudly knocking on the door.

I thought Barry was going to ignore it because I had half a mind to. Besides if I were a naked guy on top of a very willing naked girl, I would probably just push it in and be done with it.

But, Barry didn't. He held my gaze and did nothing.

"Bakit?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious. "Ano 'yun?"

He smiled. "I just want to do it right this time."

Well, you did it right the first time that's why here I am a willing participant to this carnal contest, my mind protested.

I wanted him inside me. That realization was mind-blowing considering that I just had an equally mind-blowing orgasm.

"Seriously?" I heard myself ask in disbelief. But in my head I was furiously ranting.

Okay lang 'tong taong 'to? Hihindi s'ya ngayon? Ano 'yun bigla na lang s'yang tinubuan ng konsensya?!

"Barry! Claire!" someone called out. The voice sounded like it was coming from just outside Barry's bedroom door.

I looked in horror at Barry whose eyes were equally wide with alarm.

"Shit, isinara mo ba 'yung pinto?" he queried.

I shook my head, my libido momentarily forgotten.

"Ikaw ang huling pumasok, 'di ba?"

"Hindi ko naisara, bitbit ko bags mo—"

"Barry, are you in here...?"

Our heads swiveled to the door.

"That sounds like my mother..." he said.

"What? Akala ko ba hindi nila alam kung saan bahay mo?!" I whispered anxiously; my apprehension slowly turning into full-blown hysteria.

"Akala ko rin," Barry replied.

"Barry?"

"Shit!" I pushed him off me.

He was quick to throw a comforter over us just as the bedroom door was pushed open.

"Oh, they're sleeping," Barry's mother said. "How lovely. Anong oras ba ang pasok ng mga 'to—"

"Hon, h'wag ka nang pumasok d'yan, ano ka ba. Give the kids some privacy."