Fallacy: The Apprehensive Series, #1

By K.A. Berg

It was only supposed to be one night. One night of hot, no-strings-attached sex.

But what happens when one night turns into two years? Two of the best years of their lives... until it wasn't.

Quinn Taylor doesn't believe in happily-ever-afters. Her heart hardened by the past. Despite Quinn's inability to trust, Alex Conway knows there's something worth fighting for.

Alex makes Quinn question everything she's ever believed to be true about men. She doesn't want to let him in but there's no denying he's under her skin.

Just when Alex thinks he's broken down her walls, Quinn runs, breaking his heart, and he has no idea why.

After two long years without closure, Alex has finally had enough of wondering what went wrong. He's determined to win Quinn back. The only problem... she's engaged to someone else.

Can Alex figure out how to win back the love of his life before she breaks both their hearts irrevocably? Will Quinn realize that everything she's ever believed is all a fallacy?

***While this series can be read without reading The Uninhibited Series, it is a spin-off that contains spoilers for the first series. It is suggested you read Inhibitions, Unrestricted and Freed first.***

• Language: English
• Publisher: BergBooks LLC
• Release date: Feb 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386758112

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Chapter One

Quinn

As I wait for the bartender to make my martini, I scan the crowd of options for this evening. I may be here, at one of the hottest new club in NYC, with my best friend for her job, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun while taking full advantage of all the night offers.

Although as I take in the room, there doesn’t appear to be much of a selection. The guy I just left on the dance floor was a dud; too drunk to dance, let alone give me a happy ending. Over to the far right, a group of college kids look like they’re at a club in the city for the time ever, all starry-eyed and naïve. Yeah, pass. The young ones always turn out to be clingy.

Grouped at the other end of the bar, I spot the typical suits—the execs in their mid-thirties who will do anything to avoid heading home. I spend all day in the office with tools like them. Most of them are sporting wedding rings but perusing the crowd for their next lay as if the little woman and rugrats aren’t waiting at home. I may have loose morals and no shame, but I avoid guys with wives at all costs.

A group of fairly hot guys to the left catches my attention. They’re all dressed casually, but I can tell their casual clothes don’t come cheap. Most of them are tall and decently built, but all are dynamically different. They’re an eclectic group, whoever they are.

It’s clear I’ve caught the eye of one of them. It’s hard not to notice when a gorgeous guy stares at you with an intensity like that. I’m not a conceited person at all, but I am honest. I know I’m a nine on a good day and a ten when I want to be. I hit all the boxes of society’s standard of beauty: long blonde hair, blue eyes, ample tits, nice ass, and a small waist. It’s easy to find myself attractive. I’m not looking for my next boyfriend, so it works out well because most people are only superficial enough to care about the window dressing. That’s all I give a shit about, too. The next hot guy I can screw and kick to the curb.

I left the house with every intention of leaving the club with someone to warm my bed. My ass is out, and my tits are on display. The fuck-me heels on my feet draw attention to my long legs. I just bought this dress, and I love how I look in it. When I saw the red halter-styled dress in the window of a boutique in Chelsea, I had to have it. The slit going up to my hip is my favorite part. I probably won’t even have to take it off to get laid. The shoes are high for my five-foot-five frame, but they’re completely covered in crystals. Who cares if they make me almost six feet tall?

Walking over to the group and the man who hasn’t turned his stare elsewhere, I give my hips a little more sway than normal. I quirk an eyebrow and give him a little smirk. Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to ask me to dance?

Anything you want, sweetheart, he says, stepping forward.

Throwing him a sexy look over my shoulder, I turn and head back out to the dance floor. I want to see your moves.

Like an obedient puppy promised a treat, he follows me. He pulls my ass into his crotch and grinds against me in what I’m assuming he thinks is dancing. Dude can’t move to the beat. Red flags go up everywhere. In my experience, if you have shitty moves on the dance floor, you have shitty moves in the sack.

Thankfully, I only have to endure one song with him before he says, My friends and I are upstairs. Care to join us?

Sure. Not for the reasons you’re thinking, though. I need to find a new guy for the night because you aren’t it.

We make our way up to a roped-off section marked VIP Area. VIP, hmm? Let’s see if I can find my own Very Incredible Peen up here. The room isn’t too crowded. I notice the same guys who were downstairs with this guy, whose name I still haven’t asked. We’re not up here for more than a minute when I hear some commotion.

Well, well, well, who do we have here, Tag? one guy asks as my best friend, Ashley Mitchell, and her new Superstar boyfriend make their way into the room. I’d wondered where she disappeared to. Guess I have my answer. For a woman who is supposed to review this club for the entertainment section of the newspaper she works for, she seems to be pre-occupied with other priorities.

It now makes sense why these guys are in the VIP. They must be with the football team, like Ashley’s new man. I should’ve been able to pick that up earlier based on their builds. Thinking about it now, they all look like football players, but I was too focused on getting some dick to pay them any proper attention.

A very attractive guy pulls Ashley into a hug. I can’t put my finger on it, but something about this guy holds my attention. As he instigates his friend by messing with Ashley, I rake my eyes down his body, taking in the way his green V-neck shirt clings to his well-defined arms. His jeans are form fitted, accentuating his ample ass. His dirty blonde hair is cut low on the sides and is a little crazy on top. The light scruff on his face would feel superb on the inside of my thighs. I only have a side profile of him, but I like what I see.

Ashley interrupts my thoughts of sweet thigh burn. Quinn, my love, wanna come with me to the ladies’ room?

Before I can respond, Mr. Delicious asks, Why on Earth do ladies always need a friend to pee with them? I’ve never understood why you can’t go alone.

Sarcasm is my native language. Because we can’t talk about who we think has the bigger dick in front of you guys. Wouldn’t want any bruised egos.

No need to go all the way to the bathroom to discuss that. We can whip out our dicks and show you right now. Don’t waste your time debating. I win, hands down. Sorry, Tag, but I got this one, he rambles a bit. No doubt he’s feeling buzzed. Wanna swing your fine ass over this way now, Ashley? No need to spend any more time on Little Dick here.

Sexy and confident—my favorite combo in a man. Not to mention he has a sense of humor.

If you need to announce you have the bigger dick, then it means you don’t. Probably barely six inches. Guys with big dicks never need to advertise. They let their cocks speak for themselves. I challenge him, and we just stare at each other until he breaks out into a full-blown laugh.

Damn, woman. I think I just fell in love. Don’t worry. If you want me to, I’ll definitely prove to you my cock can speak for himself, and he’s absolutely bigger than six inches.

It’s always good when a guy can give as good as he gets. Good thing for him I also can give as good as I get—in multiple aspects of life. I plan on showing him as much as soon as I see what Ashley’s dilemma is. Girls only ask you to go to the bathroom to talk about something.

Yup, sure, that’s what they all say, sugar. Let’s go, Ash. I grab her hand and drag her off. I want to get her shit dealt with so I can get back to this fine specimen.

Ever since my best friend found her boyfriend banging someone else in their apartment, she’s been fairly needy. This thing she has going on with Tanner is very new and her first time venturing back out into the dating world since her ex. Of course, she would have to run into said douchebag ex, Jason, tonight. It truly is just her shitty luck. She was feeling good about herself and then he comes along ruining her self-esteem for shits and giggles. From the bottom of my heart, I hope that man catches super gonorrhea, and his dick falls off.

Mr. Delicious is nowhere to be found when we get back from the bathroom, and I want to punch Ash’s ex for being such a twat block. He screwed up my night by sending Ash into a tailspin. Superstar’s friend was fine as hell and has probably already found a new chick for the evening. I look around the small, dark area to see if I can spot him. That’s as far as I’ll go. I may want to ride his cock, but I’m not chasing him through the club. I don’t see him, and I find myself extremely irritable because of it.

Ashley tells Tanner she needs another drink and I find myself more annoyed. Bitch better get drunk and laid, especially since she fucked up my chances with Superstar’s friend.

I need to break away and have my fun. These two are boring me. They’re bickering back and forth, partaking in some weird ass form of foreplay, and I can’t stand it anymore. I give them the push they need so I can disentangle myself and let them get to it. Ash here needs to loosen up, have fun, and find a hot man to help her clear out the cobwebs. My eyes drill into Tanner, hoping he gets the memo that he’s the guy, before glancing back around the room. While I still need to find my bed-warmer for the night.

A warm body presses against me, skyrocketing my mood several levels as all my senses go on high alert. Then he speaks, and my hairs stand on end. Look no further, angel. I’m right here and I’m already in love with you. It only makes sense for you to take me home.

Maybe there’s still hope to finish my night under this man after all.

Hmm, I might just take you up on that. I lead him to the dance floor downstairs, away from everyone.

He lowers his mouth to my ear. Do you have a name, or should I continue to call you ‘Angel’ all night? His hot breath spreads across my neck and shoulder as he speaks.

I use the same tactic he did, leaning close to speak near his ear. It’s Quinn, but I honestly don’t care what you call me. What would you like me to scream out later when you’re showing me how amazing your cock is?

Shit. He hisses. It’s Alex.

I spin and start dancing. Well, Alex, show me what you’re working with.

Alex doesn’t hesitate to place his hands on my hips and pull me against him. His hips mold to mine as he moves in perfect synchronization with me. Song after song, I lose myself in the sensations coursing through my body. I’m hot in every place he touches me and cold in all the places he doesn’t. Leaning my head back against his chest, I raise both of my arms over his shoulders, interlocking my fingers behind his neck. The tempo of the music is too perfect for a slow, seductive dance between two future lovers. Everything else fades away as we move as one.

Alex grinds his very hard erection into my back. Are you ready to continue this party elsewhere?

What did you have in mind?

He plants an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder. You spread out over every surface of my apartment.

I roll my neck further, giving him room to work with. Hope you have a large apartment because I’m not a girl easily satisfied,

Licking my neck, he whispers, One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed.

We’ll see, sugar. We’ll see, I tell him as I pull out my phone to text my driver for the evening that I’m ready to leave. I watch Alex pull his phone out as well; I’m guessing to tell the group he’s leaving. He slides his phone back into his pocket just as I finish with mine. My driver’s outside. Do you have a car to worry about?

No. He smiles. Let’s get out of here.

Thank god the constant traffic from the city to Jersey doesn’t apply at two in the morning. There’s only so much teasing, licking, and groping a girl can take before she explodes. Normally, I wouldn’t be opposed to some road head, giving or receiving, but the creepy ass driver my car company gave me tonight is like a bucket of ice water to the mood. He spends more time trying to catch a nip slip—or a glimpse of Alex’s dick, I’m not sure—than he does focusing on the road. Thirty minutes of that weirdo is enough.

Now that we don’t have an audience, how about we get down to the satisfaction you promised, I say the moment Alex closes his apartment door. I drop to my knees, not even caring about the hardness of the wood flooring and undo his belt.

You don’t waste any time, do you? he asks as I pop the button of his jeans.

You can give me the tour as we fuck our way through the place. I look up as I take his dick into my mouth. Definitely over six inches, I think as I gag. Relaxing my throat muscles, I take a deep breath and bury Alex’s cock in my mouth. His happy trail tickles my nose as it hits his stomach.

Shit, angel. That’s it. Take it deep. He threads his hands through my hair. He pulls it back with enough force to tilt my head up, forcing me to look at him as I suck his dick. The look of pure sexual attraction in his eyes causes an immediate flood in my barely there panties. Fuck me, he’s hot.

 The club lighting didn’t do this man any justice. Without the multicolored lights, I can see his features more clearly, and what amazing features they are. He has the most captivating hazel eyes. Forest green and gold swirled together, oozing nothing but pure desire—for me. The gold frame of the picture on the wall behind him makes the different colors in them more pronounced. He has a strong, narrow jaw further defined by chiseled cheekbones. And those full lips look like they could cover my entire pussy. The light scruff of his beard is the icing on the cake.

If this is the just preview, we’re both in for an incredible night, he tells me before lifting me from the ground and invading my mouth with his tongue.

It’s an arduous task to pull my mouth from his, but I do. How about we start the night with my pussy all over your face?

A woman who knows what she wants, he murmurs as he unties the straps holding my dress up and slides it down until it’s pooled at my feet.

As I make to kick off my shoes, Alex stops me. Leave them on. When I throw those gorgeous legs over my shoulders, I want to feel them digging into my back as I make you scream with my tongue.

I strut to the black leather couch in the middle of the living room. How about we make that happen then?

His pants make a soft thud as they hit the ground. I lay across the soft leather of the sofa while he steps out of them. Draping one leg over the arm, I find my clit under my G-string and rub. The shuffling continues behind me, but I close my eyes and stay focused on myself.

Shit, that’s fucking hot. I open my eyes to find Alex standing in front of me, his dick in his hand, stroking his very impressive length. Long and thick, it looks like it could hit all the right spots.

I slide my panties to the side, giving him a full frontal of my pussy, and dip my finger inside. My eyes close again and a moan slips past my lips. I’ll allow this little show to go on for a bit longer, but I came here for more than this. Playing with my pussy is something I can do anytime I want, but I can’t fuck myself. If I could, life would be a lot easier.

It seems like Alex and I are on the same page because he doesn’t waste much time dropping to his knees in front of me. He pushes the coffee table back, giving himself some room to work, then grips my panties and pulls, tearing what little material was there in two. Swatting my hand out of his way, he dives full force into my pussy.

Shit. I hiss as his tongue swipes over every inch of me. He laps at me before pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking hard. Yes.

Mmm, he murmurs against my nub, sending vibrations through my core. Pushing my legs open wider, Alex pulls away and stares down at my center before licking from bottom to top in a slow, torturous fashion. Before I can even voice my complaints regarding his change of pace, he thrusts his tongue into my opening and devours me from the inside out. You taste incredible.

Not bothering with words, I thrust my hips up and grind on his face, fucking myself with his tongue. I’ve never been one to let people fuck me. I’d rather do the fucking myself, ensuring I get my pleasure for the evening.

My orgasm brews on the horizon, and I want it now. Bucking against him, I relentlessly grind my pussy against his lips, tongue, and teeth. Let’s not forget the scruff giving me amazing burn I’d been hoping for on my thighs.

Crying out as my release hits hard and fast, I continue riding Alex’s face until the last wave of pleasure subsides. Yes, yes, yes.

He beams as he wipes my wetness from his lips. You’re amazing.

Getting up on my knees, I lean over the side of the couch, ass up in the air, and grin. I’d be even more amazing with your cock in me.

That can be arranged, he replies before smacking my ass, the sound echoing throughout the room.

 Reaching back, I spread myself open for him as he gets into position behind me. I hear the rustling of the condom and spitting before the couch dips and he nudges my entrance. With a gentle touch, he pushes me down further on the sofa until my face is resting comfortably on the cushion. Then he drives himself into me, his balls slapping my clit as he bottoms out.

FUCK! I scream. His gentle nudge of my slit threw me off. It did not prepare me for the full-blown cock invasion, but damn if I don’t love it!

God damn, you are an angel. A naughty angel whose pussy is heaven but hot as hell. He grunts as he drags himself out completely, only to thrust back in again, over and over. He removes himself entirely before every thrust, igniting every nerve ending I have. My pussy is sopping wet. My juices run down my thighs, calming the burning from fucking his face earlier.

Harder. I demand as I slip my hand down to rub my clit. My fingers glide right through the wet, swollen flesh just as Alex finds the magic spot not every man can hit.

Yes, right there. Right there, I squeal as the intensity increases.

Pulling my hair back so he can reach my ear, he groans. Like this? Did I find the spot you like?

Another release approaches fast and I want it just as much as I wanted to the first one. God, yes! Don’t stop!

He squeezes my hips harder and pumps into me as if it’s our last day on Earth. Damn, you feel so good. I can feel it coming; your pussy is squeezing my cock so tight.

All I can focus on is the pleasure coursing through my body. Oh! Oh! Oh! I squeal as I come hard enough that my vision blurs and all sounds of the amazing sex fade out.

Shit! I vaguely hear Alex’s moans through my pleasure haze. My body goes limp as he comes and the adrenaline fades, but I don’t move. I can’t. My whole body is Jell-O.

Hope you’re not tiring out on me. He chuckles behind me. That was only round one.

Something tells me I’m going to have a hard time sitting for the next few days.

Chapter Two

Alex

Y ou’re ass is mine for the next two weeks, I call out to Heller, our second-year kicker, as he makes his way to the bathroom at the back of the plane.

He stops and gives me a wide-eyed look. What? Why?

You’re still favoring your kicking leg. I thought we worked out your quad three weeks ago. You will make nothing longer than thirty yards with the way you were kicking today. I look up from my cards to make sure he knows I’m not kidding. I spent three weeks on his tight quad during pre-season. He told me he’s been feeling great, but it’s clear he isn’t. He lied.

I . . . I didn’t notice, he stutters.

The entire roster knows not to lie to your doctors or your trainers. We’re only here to help them. We can’t help them properly if they aren’t completely honest. It’s a pet peeve of mine. But unfortunately for him, there isn’t much I miss. And I didn’t miss the way his leg wasn’t getting a full extension while kicking today. He’s getting worse, not better. Sometimes the entire game relies on his leg, and it needs to be in the best possible condition, or he doesn’t belong on the field.

Bullshit, I scoff, not believe him for even a second. And I’m going to be on you like white on rice. You know the rule.

You’re cold, man, Booker, one of our defensive linemen, interrupts. Cut the kid a break. He didn’t miss any today.

Heller takes that as an opportunity to jog off to the bathroom, probably eager to get the hell away from me.

I’ve got nothing, Mullins, one of our inside linebackers, says throwing his cards down. I think you need to get laid, he adds as he sits back in his seat, now out of this hand.

You assholes better hope you don’t go down injured anytime soon, I caution and throw my hand down, having nothing but a pair of twos. These guys ante up more than I can afford for a low pair.

Didn’t you leave the bar the other night with the woman who cornered you near the bathroom? Tanner, my best friend and the team’s star quarterback, asks as he throws a hundred down, raising the pot.

I did.

Booker matches Tanner’s bet. If you just got some this week, what’s with the stick up your ass?

I don’t have a stick up my ass. You all know the rules about being honest about your injuries, I defend myself.

I think it’s ED. Not being able to get it up can make a guy a real asshole. Darren, our rookie wide receiver, laughs, throwing in his two cents. You’re not as young as you used to be.

I’m twenty-seven, dickhead. I flip him off. I’m not old. And my dick works just fine. Want me to show you for confirmation?

Nah, because then I’d have to show you what a real dick looks like, and I don’t need the two hot flight attendants passing out. I want to bring them home tonight. Don’t want to frighten them with the monster too early, he responds, everyone laughing.

Please, no. Mullins groans. We’ve all seen your junk, man. We don’t need to see it again. That shit ain’t normal.

Maybe that’s the problem, Darren presses. Your dick is too little to take care of business.

For fuck’s sake, there’s nothing wrong with my dick. It’s just been awful lately, I confess, knowing they won’t stop until I say something. Honestly, I didn’t think it was possible to have bad sex. I thought it was a myth. I mean, how can sex be bad?

I guess it could be bad. But I would think you have to work really hard to have bad sex. Tanner chuckles as he flags down the flight attendant and asks for a round of beers. We’re on our way home from an away game in Oakland, and we’ve got four more hours to kill.

I don’t know what the deal is, but it’s been bad for the last month. Even the road groupies have been ‘meh’. Maybe ‘bad’ isn’t the right word. I mean, it’s sex. Sex feels good, but lately, it’s just been blah, I try to explain. Normally, I’m not the type of guy to talk about my sexual exploits in details with my friends, that isn’t cool. But something has been missing recently. I need some help to figure out what the hell is going on with my crappy sex life.

 And before you ask again, no, I don’t have a problem getting my dick hard, I say pointedly at Darren, knowing he was just about to make another dick joke. I don’t know how to explain without sounding like a bitch, I sigh before taking the new beer Candi hands me. Candi with an I, I think as I stare at the name tag on her breasts, hoping to feel some kind of spark in my pants.

Try us, Booker challenges, entertaining the idea of me spilling my guts to them and sounding like a pussy. He probably wants to hear this so he can save this info to use as blackmail at some later date. Full house, he calls out, laying his hand down.

Tanner tosses down his three eights. Fuck you.

Thank you. Booker smiles, dragging the pile of money toward him. So… he prods, cutting his eyes to me.

All the technical points are there—the hard dick, the hot chick, the wet pussy. Everyone finishes happy, but I don’t feel satisfied. Fuck! I sound like a whiny bitch even to myself.

Unsatisfied as in you’re ready to go again, but she isn’t? Unsatisfied as in you want to add something to the mix? Unsatisfied how? Mullins asks, sounding like he genuinely wants to help me get to the root of my problem.

Unsatisfied as in I’m tired of doing the same women. It isn’t hard to pick someone up in the club, bar, or even a groupie who will be just as happy to do the team’s athletic trainer. I’m kind of tired of the easy lays. The girls who just spread their legs and let you do whatever you want. I‘ve had enough of the exaggerated porn moans and them doing what they think I want them to do. I want a woman who has no problem telling me ‘this is how it’s going to be.’ The empty lays have lost their appeal. I explained it much better than I thought. That’s my problem; the ass has become too easy, boring, and uneventful.

"I get what you mean. If we had this conversation a month ago, I wouldn’t have the slightest idea what