His hand finds its way under my shirt. His hands are a dangerous weapon, they feel a little rough as he slides them up and just below my breast on the opposite side of my tattoo. He is so careful to not touch or irritate it as his finger slides up and under my bra as he lifts it. He bends down, nudging my shirt up. His lips start moving on the underside of my tit. He keeps moving upwards, licking and sucking like he has done it a million times to me. His mouth captures the tip, sucking and nipping it. It beads up and my breath has stalled. I feel more than I ever have. He pushes the other side up and repeats, sucking and nipping it too. Both nipples are beaded, and I’m squirming all over his leg. I whine, moan, and beg for more. He stops what he’s doing and glances over towards the doorway. I’m grabbing at his head, but he keeps looking away. I glance over and it’s, you guessed it, Debbie. She’s supposed to be my friend and she’s cockblocking me. First my dog, now my friend. This shit has got to stop.
“You bitch,” I say.
“You hag,” she replies with laughter in her voice.
“What the hell?” I pause. “Why would you interrupt?” I ask her.
“Because Pete called and wanted to know who you were dry humping on the front porch,” she replies with a grin. “Pete said he’ll have to come over if he gets another complaint from your neighbor.” She giggles.
“Who the fuck is Pete?” snarls Jax.
“Pete is Debbie’s brother, who in turn is kind of like my big brother,” I tell him.
“Why would Pete say he would come over if he got another call from the neighbor?” he asks.
“Because Pete is one of the local deputies in town,” I state.
By this time, I am ready to harm someone. I mean hell, I know I’m outside, but it’s my porch. They can look the other direction. Nosey old lady, she’s just jealous. I know she is. I am not making her anymore cookies. I see Mrs. Franks outside her door and yell at her that I am not making her anymore cookies.
She yells back that I will. “I hope you got an eye full Mrs. Franks,” I yell at her again.
She starts cackling like an old hen. “I sure did, and it looked hot. Will you take me for a wild ride, young man?” she asks before she turns and goes back inside.
My head lands on Jax’s chest as we laugh at this fiasco of a make-out session. Jax starts rubbing my back, and he reaches under my shirt and fixes my bra. He kisses my forehead at the hairline. I lift my face and he kisses my lips one more time. He tells me he will see me tomorrow, and to get enough sleep. He is going to make it a day I will never forget. He walks me to the door, and I turn around telling him goodnight.
I watch him get in his car. As he starts it, I get a chin nod and he heads out. I head inside, and Debbie is on the couch with Sassy, drinking coffee and eating a sandwich. She is trying to look innocent. I look around and it looks like she made me one of each too. Well, it’s going to be a long night.
She’s like a dog with a bone. Ruff... Ruff. Won’t stop until she gets every little last boney detail. I wouldn’t trade her for the world, although tonight I want to smack her. Paybacks. Just waiting and thinking, she will get hers.
Chapter Four
Debbie starts to shoot out questions faster than a speeding bullet. She doesn’t even take a breath as she bounces on the couch. The pillows that were once in the corners are now on the floor. She picks one up, puts it in her lap, and leans forward.
She finally stops, looks at me and squeals like a pig. She acted like she did in the sixth grade when little George kissed me on the lips closed mouth. She acted like it was her he was kissing. She is deprived of male lips I believe. That’s it, she needs some lips! Nice fat juicy lips so I can kissblock her ass for once… Ha!
“So, what do you want me to answer first, lizard lips?” I ask with a grin.
“Was it as good as it looked, fuck face?” she replies.
“Better, bitch,” I say. “I have never felt this way, Debbie.”
“So, are you two going out again? His touch doesn’t seem to bother you. I noticed from the beginning. It’s like a normal-person relationship,” she says with a serious tone.
“I’m his girlfriend according to what he told his brother today, and I feel so safe with him. He touches me and I don’t worry with him.” I tell her.
Her mouth falls open, her eyes get big and round and she fist bumps the air. See, she likes to live through me. I don’t understand it because she is drop dead gorgeous. I know she says she’s a stick, but she does have slight curves. Medium height, the prettiest red hair you could imagine, and her tits stand straight out even if she’s only a B cup. She has the best personality. She’s funny and so kindhearted. She brushes men off; I know some have been interested in her. I have had guys ask me to help them out with setting them up. She won’t have it. I don’t know what her deal is. She is my very best friend, and I have no idea.
We continue to talk, and I tell her some of what we did. Where we went to eat, what we had. She is so happy for me, especially after Hedrick. I stop and think that I never said anything to Jax about him. I don’t want him to think I’m weak. She stays until about one in the morning and then I get ready for bed. I am so tired tonight.
The sun is shining bright into the window through the cracks of the white blinds I have over my windows, but under the turquoise drapes. Sassy is lying across my neck and part of my face. “What the hell is that smell? Smells like busted ass. Are you passing gas, Sassy? Jesus Almighty, stop already.” I wonder what she got into. She normally doesn’t smell like that unless she gets table food. “Of course,” I mutter. Using un-lady like language, I say, “Debbie I am kicking your ass for giving her scraps.” I continue to snipe as I grumble under my breath. What the hell, I’m talking to myself again, at least I’m not answering myself.
I get up, look Sassy in the eyes and tell her enough of that shit, as I take her and let her outside in the backyard. I fill her bowls with food and water. I go to the bathroom jump in the shower and am back out in seven minutes. I dry off and put on my robe. I let Sassy in and go make my first cup of Kafes. I live for my Kafes. I do not function without it. As I am taking my first sip, the phone rings. Ahhh, I mama kai o papas calling.
Thirty minutes later I hang up with my parents, promising I will be over in two weeks. I know next Friday I am going to that recital. The following Saturday, Debbie and I are going to the clubhouse to see Trent and the rest of the guys. They are having a family cookout. Trent called asking us to come down for it. I am so excited because we don’t get to see him much. He needs to find himself a good woman, one that will put up with him that is.
I am out on my back porch with my Kafes and a book by Erin Trejo trying to get it read before Jax gets here. He called and said he was running about two hours behind, and so I thought this would give me enough time to get it finished. She is one of my top twelve favorite authors.
I just finish, when I hear him pull up and I’m still in my robe. “Shit, shit, shit,” I say repeatedly. I run in the back door with my book and cup as he’s knocking on the front door. I get to the door and open it for him. He looks at me with a heated look, scanning me from top to bottom. My mouth forms an ‘O’ as my breathing picks up.
He advances, and my feet are rooted in one spot. He is standing in front of me as he stares into my eyes and then looks at what’s in my hands. He grins even more and takes it from my hand as he skims the pages. He asks me, “Did it make you hot and bothered, beautiful?” He sets it down and puts his hands around me, grabbing my ass and squeezing it like it’s a piece of fruit, checking to make sure it’s ripe enough. He leans in placing his lips on my lips and slowly sweeps his tongue on my lip wanting in. We are mating our tongues like we’re having sex, and it is hot. He still has a slight hint of mint in his mouth. He attacks my neck and runs his mouth up to my ear, gently blowing in it. Man, that drives me out of my mind. I feel lightheaded, all hot and bothered. My pussy is wet, the wetness going down the inside of my leg. Jesus Almighty, I am going
to need another shower. He lifts me, and heads down the hallway. He enters my bedroom, tells Sassy, “No, out.” He shuts and locks the door to the bedroom. He sets me down with a bounce in the middle of the bed, sits and starts to take off his boots and jeans. He stands back up to pull them down the rest of the way, ripping off the bedcovers as he does it. Jax looks me in the eye and says, “If you don’t want this tell me now.” He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know if I can stop once I start, I want you that badly. This is your last chance, once I fuck you, you are mine and I don’t share.”
“I don’t share either.” I moan. “Kiss me,” I whisper. He leans back in, lips almost on mine, and the doorbell rings, and rings. I look at Jax, he looks at me and I see his mouth snap shut—hard.
“Your place is like fucking grand central station with trains coming and going at all hours. I can’t believe this.”
He gets up and I’m scrambling to get to the door. The doorbell keeps ringing.
I open the door. “Hi Dad, Mom. What are you doing here?” I mumble. “Did I forget lunch or something?” I ask innocently.
“We wanted to know if you would like to go to Nashville with us today?” they ask at the same time.
“Sorry, but I have plans for the day. Maybe the next time.”
“Sure, honey, sure,” my daddy whispers as he gives me a hug.
I keep praying Jax stays in the bedroom until they leave.
Mom leans in and gives me a hug and whispers in my ear, “Get back to your young man, honey.” My jaw drops as they turn to leave. Mom looks back and winks at me.
I go back in and lock the door. I can’t believe this shit. Only me.
Chapter Five
“I’m so sorry for the interruption. My family is always popping by but usually they call first. Are you okay? What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“I would have loved to have met your parents. Maybe next time,” he replies while looking away from me.
“Jax, I am so sorry. I didn’t even think. Please forgive me,” I say with a sorrowful look in my eyes as I grab onto his arm and go to face him so he knows I mean this. I kind of freeze for a minute, thinking to earlier when Jax came in. I am almost positive I locked the front door. He came in without me letting him in. I go to ask him about it when I glance at him and he is nodding his head, but it looks like he has so much more on his mind. I can’t make him talk to me.
“You are so beautiful,” he tells me. He keeps looking with his eyes roving all over my face. He bends down, and so softly kisses me again. He presses his face into the crook on my neck and keeps kissing me all over. “I could so fall for you,” he states. “Let’s go take a quick shower.” I follow behind grabbing a couple of towels and a washcloth. He adjusts the shower and kisses me again while we wait for it to warm.
I do feel a little self-conscious because I have never showered with a man before, and I am a little spooked too. He notices my reluctance. “I haven’t ever taken a shower with anyone,” I tell him in one long breath.
“It’s okay, honey. If you want to stop, we will. It’s up to you. No pressure.”
“I want to. I’m just a little nervous,” I tell him as I step up into the shower.
We wash each other. I wash his hair and beard too. I love his beard. He takes the shampoo after rinsing the soap out of his hair, and lathers mine, rubbing it up to a nice thick lather. I rinse it out, and he turns off the water and we get ready to get out. We dry off and he gets re-dressed, while I get underwear and a bra out of my dresser. My under clothes are gray with a little pink on them, silky and smooth in texture. He whistles as I finish pulling them up my legs. I grab some shorts and tee shirt out of my closet. He heads out of the bedroom and grabs Sassy, talking to her. He tells her she is such a good baby and puts her out the back door. I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. He takes the bottle and takes a drink out of it. “I can grab you one if you want?” I tell him. He smiles and tells me no.
He hugs me and grabs my butt like it’s a piece of fruit again. I grin and shake my head at him. He tells me that his sister called while I was getting dressed and wants him to come by to help with his nephew, Jake, today for a few, and he wants me to go with him. “I would love to go with you,” I tell him. He then says I need to get pants on with boots if I have them. He rode his motorcycle. I am dancing and jumping up and down in my mind. He grins. “You like motorcycles I take it?”
“Ummm… Yes, I do, as a matter of fact. What time?” I ask.
“Now beautiful, it’s after two and we’re supposed to be there by three or so,” he tells me.
I go back and change into a pair of jeans and get socks and put my boots on. I have a pair of Harley boots for when I ride with Trent. I come out of the bedroom ready to go. Jax has brought in Sassy, made sure she has water and we are ready to leave. I go out the door with Jax behind me and shit, look at that bike. “Nice ride,” I tell him.
“It’s a 2016 Harley Fatboy. I had always wanted one, so I got it and use it a lot in the summer,” he responds.
He looks at me and smiles, reaches and grabs my hand. As I’m walking down the sidewalk, Mrs. Franks leans over her railing waving her arms and wanting to know when she will get more cookies.
I look at her and tell her, “Never, not in a million years.”
She laughs again at me and hollers out to Jax, “Hey, Hottie, want to get lucky?” I duck my head laughing. Jax just stares at her.
“I am a one-woman kinda man.” I laugh out so loud, his face turns cherry red.
“What woman, you mean Ria? She don’t know how to keep a hunka burning love like you happy. Come on over here honey bun. I can show you what a real woman can do.”
By this time, I almost pee my panties, I’m laughing so hard. Jax just shakes his head, getting on his bike and starts it. He hands me a helmet, and asks me, “Are all your neighbors like her?”
“She is kind of special,” I inform him. “She’s been like that for as long as I have lived here.”
“How old is she?
“About seventy-six years old. No close family near here. She lost her husband twenty years ago. She is loved by all in the neighborhood and we keep an eye on her for her granddaughter that lives about two hours away. She comes up about every two months.” I get on the bike and we head out. It appears his sister lives in Evansville, close to his parents.
The weather is warm, in the high eighties. He jumps onto the parkway heading toward the strip. We pass a bunch of motorcycles, so I guess we all have the same idea today. As we pass the Audubon State Park, I see a lot of vehicles going in. They must be having some sort of an event, I think to myself. We get to the twin bridges, and of course need to slow some because of the construction.
I look over and see the tugboats and barges coming from both directions. I love to look at the Ohio River. I can see the sun glisten over the water, and it looks calm today. Jax swerves in the roadway and I clutch him harder around the waist. He looks back at me and I can see him grinning at me. I put my chin on his shoulder and tell him, “You didn’t have to do that. All you had to do was tap my hand or leg.” He, of course, runs his hand up and down my leg. He is dangerous. It takes about fifteen more minutes to get to his sister’s house, but about a block away he waves at a man in a yard. I also see his blue Charger in the yard, or what looks like it.
We get to his sister’s and I ask him if that’s where he lives. He tells me that’s where his parents live. I ask about his car, and he tells me that it’s actually his brother Toby’s. His sister comes out the front door with the two kids. He introduces me to them. She gives Jax a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
The kids had run out and were climbing up his back. They are both so cute. Lacy looks like her mom, and the little boy Jake must look like his daddy. Cassie comes over and gives me a hug as well and tells me she is happy to meet me finally. We go into the house. Cassie takes me on a tour of the house, it’s big. It’s a beautiful home, with three levels. Kitchen and living room
on the middle level. The bottom has a room that has a television with a small family room type setting. The laundry room has a door that leads to a one-car garage. The upstairs has three bedrooms with two bathrooms. The kitchen has a door that leads out to the back deck. Outside there is a pool and area to sunbathe. Cassie asks, “Would you like anything to drink?”
“That would be great,” I tell her.
“I have beer, soda, water, or coffee,” she tells me.
“Water sounds great. Thank you,” I tell her.
“So, what do you do?” she asks me.
“I own my own salon. I’ve done hair since I’ve been twenty. I bought my salon a little over two years ago, with a loan from my parents. Since then, I have paid back the loan and it’s all mine,” I tell her. She asks where it’s located and the name of the salon.
“Unique Styles, ever heard of it?” I ask her quizzically.
She tells me she has heard good things about the salon. I tell her thank you. Jax is with the kids and we continue to talk. She asks me if I know anything of Jax’s previous relationship just as he comes up the last step from downstairs. He is furious; I can see it in his face.
“Cassie you need to butt out, but yes she knows. It’s one of the very first things we discussed. You and Toby need to butt out and I’m not telling either one of you again,” he tells her.
“By the way, what did you need me for today?” he asks her.
There is a pause, before she answers, “Well, the family wanted to meet Ria, so I told everyone to come over for a cookout. When you and I had talked earlier this week, I could tell there was something different about her. I could tell by the tone of your voice that she was special to you.”
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