Just My Type

by Tara Sivec

  My scoff comes out as a choked, breathy moan when Baker removes one of his hands from the edge of the pool and slides it around the front of me, his big hand wrapping around my opposite side and holding onto me. Which is good, since my knees are about to give out.

  His mouth is kissing its way back up my neck, and by some sort of crazy willpower I didn’t even know I possessed, I remember how to speak.

  “I was only nervous, because you were being all weird, and quiet.”

  Baker’s mouth stops right at that super sensitive spot behind my ear, and he pulls his head back, making me want to growl at the loss.

  “I knew you’d be nervous, which is why I brought you here. I wanted you to get out of your head and just have fun,” he tells me, as I turn my head back and look at him over my shoulder.

  All of a sudden, Baker leans forward a little to the side of me, and I finally get to feel his skin against mine. It doesn’t last nearly long enough when I watch him grab his backpack he dropped over here earlier with the arm that isn’t still around me, and pull it toward him. With one hand, he pulls out his cell phone, taps a few buttons, and then sets it back down on top of the bag. His hand goes back to rest next to mine on the edge of the pool.

  “What are you—”

  “Shhhh.” Baker smiles at me when I look back at him again. “Look up.”

  I watch his head tip back, and I do the same, just as noises start coming out of his phone. The soft noises of crickets and bullfrogs.

  Just like home.

  And out here in our little walled-off, enclosed area, as I look up at the sky and see a million stars, the sounds of highway traffic quickly fade away, and my heart trips over itself when I realize what he’s done.

  Brooklyn is right. He really is a goddamn genius. He knew I’d be a nervous, awkward freak of nature going on a first official date. He picked the absolute best thing he possibly could to make me forget all about my nerves and do like he said—get out of my head and just have fun. We laughed, and we made fun of each other, and he had his hands on me all night long, and I never once felt an ounce of nerves. They’re gone. Completely vanished, because not only has he given me the most fun night ever, but he gave me a piece of home, right here in a heated pool in the middle of the city.

  I kind of hate him for being such an evil mastermind. But I want him more than I hate him, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

  Looking back down from the sky and over my shoulder, I find Baker staring at me.

  “I’m sorry if I was quiet and weird after you got in the car,” he tells me, moving his face closer to mine, the hand attached to his arm around my waist gripping me tighter. “As soon as you got in that fucking Jeep, and I could see you and I could smell you, I wanted to pull you across the seat so you could straddle my lap and I could taste that mouth of yours again.”

  My mouth has dropped open and I can feel myself lightly panting like a fucking dog as my heart speeds up in anticipation.

  “Then you walked out in this bikini, and I thought my dick would part the water in the pool like the Red Sea,” Baker finishes.

  “Are you saying your dick is like Moses’s staff? Little full of yourself, aren’t you?” I snort.

  Baker’s arm around me suddenly tightens, and I’m pulled back against his chest, his knees bent just enough that my ass nestles right into his groin. A very impressive groin that makes me gasp when his arm around me lowers as he pulls and lifts me back against him even tighter, my ass fitting even more snuggly against him. My wet, bathing-suit-covered ass that is currently rubbing against a fucking anaconda.

  “I think that sexy little sound tells me you’re impressed.” Baker smirks, my head still turned to look back at him, his nose brushing against mine.

  “Shut up before I knee you in your mediocre ball—”

  My threat is cut off when Baker quickly presses his mouth to mine. It’s just a soft, pressing together of lips, and he pulls back before getting to the good stuff, like his tongue.

  “What do you want, Ember?” he asks softly, my body sweating even though half of it is submerged in a heated pool.

  “Touch me,” I whisper without even thinking about it. “Please, Jesus God, just touch me. Anywhere, I don’t even care if you—”

  Baker’s mouth cuts me off again, and this time, he most certainly gives me the good stuff. When his tongue pushes past my lips and slides against my own, my hips jerk back. He groans into my mouth when my ass rubs up against him, once again pulling his mouth away from mine before I was ready.

  Baker’s looking right into my eyes when his free hand that isn’t holding me securely against his chest moves away from the edge of the pool to flatten against my stomach, sliding across it and moving down, his fingers slowly inching under the top of my bikini bottoms.

  When he pauses with his palm flat against my lower stomach, and the tips of his fingers a mere few inches from where I’m tingling and pulsing with anticipation, my hips jerk forward this time, wanting him to keep moving his hand.

  “Keep your hands on the edge and hold on tight, Tink,” Baker orders.

  I have just enough time to grip the edge of the pool before his mouth is back on me. When his tongue swirls around mine this time, his palm slides the rest of the way down my body and under the water, until his hand is in my bikini bottoms and two of his fingers are instantly plunging inside me.

  I moan loudly around his tongue as his fingers start to slowly and torturously slide in and out of my body under the warm water. His tongue swipes through my mouth in the same slow rhythm as his fingers, the water gently lapping around us. He kisses every thought out of my head until there’s nothing left but Baker holding me tightly against him, Baker’s fingers pumping in and out of me so perfectly, and Baker’s thumb joining in and swirling around my swollen and aching clit while he holds his fingers deep inside me.

  All of the nerves I’ve been feeling all day were a complete waste of time. This is all I needed, right here. This man can make me laugh and make me come all within the span of five minutes. It’s ridiculous how quickly this orgasm is barreling through me, starting at my toes and working its way up with each quick, tight circle of Baker’s thumb around my clit.

  I have to jerk my mouth away from his just so I can drag in air and remember how to breathe with his expert fingers thrusting, and swirling, and rubbing so perfectly between my thighs. His arm around me bands tightly right under my breasts, securing me against his chest as my hips churn under the water to meet each and every deep plunge of his fingers.

  “Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” Baker mutters against the side of my neck, his teeth grazing that same sensitive spot as before when he pulls his fingers out of me.

  He slowly drags those fingers up to circle my clit, over and over and over, stopping every few seconds to dip those beautiful fingers right back into me. Back and forth he goes, circling and circling then pushing back inside me, circling, circling, and then thrusting them deep, a perfect rhythm that has me panting, and moaning, and muttering curses, my hips jerking against his hand so fast that the water is splashing around us.

  “Oh, God, don’t stop,” I whimper, one of my hands flying off the edge of the pool to wrap up around the back of Baker’s head, while I turn my head around and pull his mouth back down to mine.

  As soon as our tongues touch again, my orgasm explodes out of me. The pads of Baker’s two fingers keep moving in fast, tight circles, and my other hand jerks away from the edge of the pool to splash down under the water and wrap around his wrist as I come. He kisses me deep and swallows my cries of pleasure, my hand around his wrist moving up and down out of the water as I hold onto him, and feel his hand continue to work between my legs, his swirling fingertips pulling each and every glorious drop of the best release I’ve ever had out of me.

  He continues kissing me, soft and gentle, the movement of his fingers slowing as the last of my release trickles away. My hand lets go of the back of Baker’s head, and it drops down
to splash into the water next to me as he gives me one last brush of his lips before pulling his head away. I let out a small whimper when he removes his hand from my bikini bottoms, unwinding his tight hold on me with his other arm to place both his hands on my hips under the water and turn me around to face him.

  He presses both of his wet hands to either side of my face, tilting my head up to look at him. Leaning forward, he presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose before pulling back to look at me again.

  “You okay?” he asks softly, looking back and forth between my eyes like he’s worried I’m going to freak out.

  I was too gooey and melty after mainlining a Baker orgasm to worry about much of anything until he says that, all soft and sweet and worried about me.

  He just finger fucked me into oblivion in a training pool in the public aquarium.

  I dig deep, trying to find something to freak out about, or something to be nervous about, but all that’s down there is a happily sated vagina, smoking a cigarette and giving me a lazy, glassy-eyed thumbs-up.

  “I mean, I guess I’m all right.” I shrug, resting my hands on his chest as I look up at him with a bored expression on my face, refusing to look at the water dripping off my hand and down his washboard abs. “It’s a good thing I was looking away from your hideous face though, or that would have just been embarrassing for you.”

  Baker narrows his eyes at me while I try really hard not to laugh. All of a sudden, he drops his hands from my face, squats down, and bends forward, pressing his shoulder into my stomach and lifting me up and out of the pool over his shoulder.

  One of his arms is wrapped around my legs, holding me secure as he walks us over to the ladder, and I can’t stop laughing as I hang down over his back, and he stomps up the steps, water splashing all over the place.

  “I’m doing the Lord’s work, Baker!” I shout through my upside down laughs, which earns me a solid smack on my ass that’s sticking up over the top of his shoulder.

  By the time Baker has walked us over to the bathrooms so we can change back into our clothes, we’re both laughing so hard we can’t breathe, since I decided to grab onto the back of his swim trunks and yank them up as high as I could while I was hanging there.

  I haven’t just turned the page; I’ve already gotten to the part at the end where they live happily ever after.

  It can’t be this easy.

  CHAPTER 22

  Tiny Dick Nubbin

  Baker: I have plans for you tonight. Those plans include food, and dessert, and games, alone in my loft, where there will definitely be funny business. All of your fantasies are finally coming true.

  Ember: Maybe I already have plans for tonight.

  Baker: That’s cute. I’m your boyfriend. Your plans ARE my plans. Did you miss the part above where I said funny business? In case you didn’t notice, I’m kind of a sure thing.

  Ember: No, seriously. I already have plans. My ex is being extra douchey, and he had to cancel his weekend with Lincoln. I forgot to tell you. I’m on mom duty.

  Baker: Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I get finished with work.

  Ember: Baker, it’s fine, really. Lincoln’s a little disappointed he’s not going away with his dad, so he’s being extra stubborn. We’re just going to chill here at home.

  Baker: Like I said, I’ll be there as soon as I get finished with work.

  Ember: It’s Friday night, Baker. You shouldn’t be sitting around here with us.

  Baker: Where else would I be?

  Baker: Listen, if you don’t want me encroaching on your time with your son, I completely understand. I’ll give you two your space. But if you don’t want me to come over and hang out with you guys because you think I’d be bored, or that there’s anywhere else in the entire fucking world I’d rather be than in the same room as you, especially when I haven’t seen you in a week, get that shit out of your head. Don’t get shy on me now, Tink.

  Ember: You just saw me a few days ago, when we met for lunch.

  Baker: That was in a public place, at a diner by your house. It doesn’t count. It’s been an entire week since I made you moan.

  Ember: You mean since the otters made me moan. I faked it with you.

  Baker: But did you really? *wiggles fingers

  Ember: Fine. Get your ass to my house no later than six. I’m making Lincoln’s favorite dinner and dessert, and if you’re late, you get nothing.

  Baker: I like it when you’re bossy. Will you spank me if I’m late?

  Ember: Stop it. I’m trying to work, and you’re making it hard.

  Ember: Don’t you dare say “That’s what he said.” I will poison your fucking dinner.

  Baker: Now I’m definitely going to be late. It means you’ll touch my butt and I won’t die. That’s a win-win right there.

  Ember: 6:00, or the only funny business you’ll partake in going forward is with Ron Jeremy’s tiny dick nubbin.

  Baker: See you at 6 then. And stop saying nubbin. It’s freaking me out.

  Ember: (Sends screenshot)

  Tiny Dick Nubbin: I cannot believe you changed my name in your contacts to that. Just remember this when I’m finally inside you and you’re screaming my name.

  Ember: But will I even know you’re in there, Tiny Dick Nubbin? Will I really?

  Tiny Dick Nubbin: I’m hanging up now.

  Ember: This is a text. You can’t hang up, TDN.

  Tiny Dick Nubbin: ENDS CALL

  CHAPTER 23

  Ember

  Can I Use a Spatula?

  “Does this guy make you happy? Let you be your usual, charming self? Lincoln told me you used to think he was an asshat, but now you don’t, and he said this guy is too fun to be an asshat, and he made me promise not to tell you he said asshat. Then he made me FaceTime with that fucking rat for over an hour,” my brother Clint complains with a laugh, talking about Lincoln holding the phone in Ron Jeremy’s face the entire time he spoke to his uncle last night.

  This is how it always goes when my brother calls Lincoln, ever since we moved. Lincoln goes in his room for some private “guy talk,” my brother calls me the next night so it doesn’t look suspicious, and then he gives me some of the dirt from their call. Not all, because I don’t want Lincoln to ever think he can’t trust his uncle, but enough dirt so I know he’s still adjusting okay in Chicago, and with the divorce, and that kids at school aren’t continuing to be assholes to him.

  I understand my son is not always going to tell me everything, and that’s okay. As long as he’s talking to someone about whatever problems he might have, that’s all that matters to me.

  “Baker makes me very happy, and he definitely likes me the way I am, mouth and all,” I reassure my brother for the seventh time since I answered his FaceTime call fifteen minutes ago, trying not to think of Baker and my mouth when I’m on the phone with my brother.

  I take a break from setting the table to pull out a chair, getting eye-level with my phone that I propped against an unlit jar candle in the middle of the table. Clint is holding the phone at arm’s length in front of his face, and I have a bouncy, blurry view of the pumpkin fields behind him as he walks through them, surveying the plants. If I stare hard enough, I can almost smell the fresh dirt in the air, and feel the heat from the setting sun that casts a red glow over my brother’s shoulders.

  “Crops look good,” I tell my brother, ignoring the lump in my throat that this will be the second pumpkin season I’ll be missing out on.

  “Yeah. Boys and I got the straw all laid down last weekend. Brooklyn put a picture of my ass on the front page of the Timber Times, when I was bent over spreading it around, so that was fun,” he deadpans.

  “I was promoting the farm in the most popular newspaper in White Timber, Clint!” Brooklyn shouts in annoyance as she walks up behind him on the screen, defending the newspaper she owns and runs in our small hometown. “Well, the only newspaper in White Timber. Nothing says Hastings Pumpkin Farm like a nice, juicy ass.”


  I watch her come around to Clint’s side, lean in, and give him a kiss on his cheek, quickly waving to me before moving out of view.

  “Anyway, so this Baker guy, he’s good to you? Give me his number. I’ll give the guy a call. I won’t threaten him or anything, but I won’t be sad if a little pee comes out of him.” Clint shrugs.

  I roll my eyes at him, remembering one of the reasons why I was such a wild thing when I was younger. Because I basically had two dads hovering over me, polishing shotguns when my dates would pick me up, questioning my choices, and being overprotective. So, I snuck out, and I made a lot of bad choices to give them reasons to question me. I was a giver that way.

  I’m rolling my eyes even though it’s kind of annoyingly adorable, and I kind of want to cry that this is the first time in my life my brother hasn’t sized up the man I was dating before I even hinted that I might like him. I am way past like at this point. And I know I’m a grown-ass woman, and my family’s opinion really shouldn’t matter at the end of the day as long as I’m happy, but my family’s opinion does matter. And it really sucks that I’m too far away to get it.

  Since I know I can’t do anything about that, and I’m starting to annoy myself with this homesickness melodrama, I suck it up like a big girl. Because I’m happy.

  “Like I already said a hundred times, Baker is good to me,” I reassure Clint. “He’s better than good to me. And he has great hands. Oh my God, the things he can do with them. He did this thing with his fingers, where—”

  The sound of my brother retching and Brooklyn loudly cheering in the background brings a satisfied smile to my face. The screen flips upside down and all around before Brooklyn’s laughing face is suddenly taking up the entire thing.

  “Look at that boy move. He wants to go vomit in peace, I guess,” Brooklyn continues to laugh, quickly flipping the phone around so I can see my brother speed-walking away through the field, before turning it back so I can see her face again. “You look happy. Legit happy, not that fake-happy bullshit you tried to pull since you moved. Looks like a little pool-diddling was all you needed.”