by Jeri K Raine
She stays in the bar and I keep turning over what she said. What it all means.
* * *
After a short while, I go round the bar. Tell everybody that we’re closing.
* * *
I tell bikers sitting nearest to the pool table first, so the players get some time to finish their game. The waitress, Deanne, is pleased to get the rest of the night off. Then she tries pouting and telling me, “I’ll be losing out on tips, though.” I put a hand on my hip and lift an eyebrow.
* * *
“Ah, well,” she says. Then smiles.
* * *
When I get back to the pool table, apart from Jessica, there’s only Crane left in the place, and the two pool players. Two big, ugly bikers, they have just two balls left on the table.
* * *
“We’re closing up now,” I tell them, “I think you heard me say before. I’ll wait while you knock your last two down, though.”
* * *
The smaller of the two, broad, barrel chested with a beard like a hedge, says, “Yeah we’ll just play one more frame.”
* * *
I step straight to him. My speed alone pulls him up. Slowly and precisely, I tell him, “We’re closing.” I take a step nearer. Right in his space. “Now.”
* * *
His eye flickers toward his buddy. I know his friend has more sense. Shrugging, they turn and leave.
* * *
I see Crane to the door. He shakes my hand as he goes. Points to Jessica and tells me, “I’d say that one’s a keeper,” and gives me a nod as he leaves. I turn lock the door and turn the sign to ‘CLOSED.’
Jessica waits and watches patiently as I put everything away, I close out the register and take the cash back into the stockroom to lock it in the floor safe.
* * *
When I look up, she’s in the doorway to the little stockroom, silhouetted against the light from outside.
* * *
In that simple, thin dress under a leather jacket, she could be a runway model. She would outclass them all for sheer, natural, animal beauty. The most fantastic woman and she wants to throw herself away on a sketchy loser like me. I can’t believe it. She must be crazy.
* * *
With her hands on her hips, she says, “Tell me what you want.”
* * *
“I want you. Here.” I point in front of me. “Now.”
* * *
“Oh, Daddy.” She runs and throws her arms around me.
* * *
“Oh, yes.” I take her in a kiss. Her mouth opens for me and her body wraps around me. It’s only a week since I saw her, but I feel like I lost her a thousand years ago. And now she’s come home. To me.
* * *
I lift her leg. Feel the silky softness inside her thigh as I pull it up alongside my hip. She curls her leg around my ass. I slide my hand all the way to her pussy. Run my hand along the back of her thigh. I love her legs. Pull her panties aside and slip my fingers over her hot, wet, hungry, eager pussy.
* * *
I hook a finger at the front, making her jump as I buzz under the base of her clit, then pushing and pressing her inside. Her hips rock and her pussy devours me. While we’re still locked in a kiss, her hands tug at my belt and she pulls my jeans open, plunging her fingers in and gasping as she finds what she’s hunting after.
* * *
She holds me tight and tells me, “I’m so glad I found you, Daddy.”
* * *
I push her back against the wall. Lift her by both thighs. “Open up for me, little bunny.” I hold my face next to hers, breathing in the scents of her neck, whispering into her ear.
* * *
Her wet pussy parts, speared on the head of my cock. She takes me in hungrily, shoving her hips along my rail as I drive it in to impale her. Her walls and folds grip around me and suckle to take me deeper.
* * *
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
* * *
“Yes, little bunny. Take me all the way in.”
* * *
“Oh, Daddy,” her legs tighten around my waist. She holds me, her arms over my shoulders and around my neck.
* * *
She slams me into her. “You know you saved my whole family, right?”
* * *
I lift her higher, making it so I can slide all the way in and almost all the way out.
* * *
“Oh, Daddy,” she says, “You could tease and fuck in the Olympics.”
* * *
Then I feel the beginning of her gathering rise, the start of her simmer, filling up and bubbling to the brim. She holds me tighter, pulls me close as she rocks harder.
* * *
I pound and pummel her until her eyes roll, her hair is wild and she shouts in exhaustion. Her cheeks glow. She quakes and trembles. Her throat thickens and reddens.
* * *
At last, her heels kick back into my back like spurs as she calls out, “Daddy, Daddy, YES! Come with me, Daddy! Please!”
* * *
Doing my best to oblige, I hoist her higher and slam into her faster.
* * *
My thighs tingle and clench. Fissures of buzz trickle through the whole of my body, signaling the coming is coming. My ass rolls to push me deeper and her cries spark me off.
* * *
I cannon deeper and longer, harder and faster, finally releasing. I explode, pumping hot shots of spunk deep inside, splashing and coating her. For the first time in my life, I’m thinking, ‘We’ll do this until you’re pregnant.’
* * *
The thought gets lost in the passion and wildness. But it takes hold. The idea posts itself in the back of my mind. We’ll make a baby. We’ll care for it and love it and then we’ll make another one. And then another.
Epilogue
Jessica
It’s taken me all the way up to Christmas to get back into my old apartment. It’s all been worth it, though. I’m glad to have the space–we’re going to need it soon— and I’m happy to be back in my old neighborhood.
* * *
Christian always said that he didn’t want to work security before, but that was because he saw it as a dead-end situation. He couldn’t see any future in it. “Now I have a future,” He looks in my eyes as he squeezes my shoulders. “All I need to do is work to take care of it,” he smiles.
* * *
“In security, I just saw myself as a guy who’d be stuck in a hut or a hot basement room, sat around all night watching screens, waiting till it was time to walk around the perimeter, wondering when I would get attacked. That or standing around jewel cases or the meat counter in a mall. that or getting shot standing in a bank. It seemed like totally a nowhere job.” He smiles, “I never thought about the possibility of a career.”
* * *
The company he signed up with, they recognized his ability right away. He’s clear and decisive and he takes responsibility as part of his nature. He was working for them less than a month before they put him in charge of a whole district.
* * *
“Funny thing is, when I got into the work, I spent less than a week sitting in a hut.”
* * *
He even works regular hours. We have evenings together, although I’m often studying pretty late, and we have most weekends, too.
* * *
“In about six months, we’re going to need the time and the space. There are going to be big changes.”
* * *
He still worries about his drinking, but he hasn’t touched a drop since the night with Jake. “Honestly, Christian. You have the willpower. You have it under control.”
* * *
He hugs me tight, “I can while I’ve got you, Jessica,” and he puts a kiss on top of my head.
* * *
Tandi arrives at the apartment with the turkey all ready for Christmas lunch, Mimi beaming and running with her arms stretched out wide to find Christian.
* * *
In the
time that she was away, Tandi grew in some surprising ways. Not that there’s anything about it that’s a good experience, but she has taken positive things from it. She takes her life more seriously now. She’s more in charge. I know she wouldn’t fall for a man like Jake now. She would see through him in a moment. She still has dreams and some stars in her eyes, but she’s more aware now. More careful, I guess.
* * *
“Nothing would ever make me risk being parted from Mimi again. You know it, Sis.”
* * *
That night when she phoned from the precinct, I had no idea what was going on. Turns out she didn’t have much of a clue, either.
* * *
“I was hauled out of my cell in the middle of the night. Told to gather my shit together. Taken down to a holding pen. Nobody told me what was going on. Crack of dawn, about 4:30 in the morning, I was chained and put on the prison bus. I sat there in the bus, driven around the state, all day long. Nobody spoke a word to me, nobody told me anything about what was going on. It was nearly 7 that evening when they dropped me at the precinct. All I knew there was what the desk sergeant told me; ‘You were due here for a court hearing this morning, but you’re too late, now. We’ll hold you in the tank overnight, see if we can get you listed tomorrow.’ No phone, no call, no attorney, no nothing.
* * *
“Next morning, they took me in a cruiser to the court. I was still in a basement cell all day, though. When my listing came up, I was walked into the court, no idea what was going on. Heard a man from the DAs office stand up, tell the judge, ‘We’re applying for Ms Fincher’s conviction to be voided. We have compelling evidence that she had no involvement in the crime and that it was entirely the fault and responsibility of another individual who is now in custody. We have a full, signed confession.’ Sis, I almost fainted. I had spent all day thinking, wondering, imagining what the hell was going on. Nothing I thought of was anywhere near that. You could have knocked me down with a finger.
* * *
“And that was it. But I had no money, no phone, no nothing. I didn’t have a dime. The cops did me a favor, taking me back to the precinct. At least that way I got something to eat. But it was pretty late before I was able to get hold of a phone and call you.”
* * *
Crane is coming to join us for Christmas lunch, too. Crane is always courteous and considerate with me, he’s delightful around Mimi, and he’s a kind of a guardian angel for Christian. A tiny bit of what Christian is for me.
* * *
I can never decide for sure whether Crane is a good guy who does some bad things, or a bad guy who does a lot of good things. Either way, is a man you’d always be glad to have in your corner.
* * *
When the baby comes, we’re thinking of asking him to be godfather.
* * *
Watching Christian around the house, fixing things, seeing him with little Mimi, I can’t wait to see him as a father.
The End
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