by Mia Scott
James sighed again. "She didn't. This is my choice and it's a choice I made for my family." Big's brows shot up briefly before a scowl broke out on his face. "Maggie insisted that I didn't need to quit—"
"So don't!" Big bit out.
"But I get it now," James said quietly. "Our job is dangerous and I don't want something to happen leaving my kid to grow up without a dad. We both know what that's like."
Yes, they both knew what that was like and it fucking sucked. James had a point and Big couldn't deny it. That didn't mean he had to like it though. "So what're you gonna do? Isn't Q rich or some shit? You could be a kept man and—well, on second thought never having to work again sounds pretty fucking awesome." He was only half teasing.
"Shut up, asshole," James said laughingly. "I'm going to see about becoming an EMT. Got experience already and maybe I'll take the classes to become a paramedic."
Big shook his head disappointedly. "Those guys are pussies, dude." At James's warning look, he sighed. "But hey, man, whatever's clever, I guess."
James rolled his eyes. "Thanks, dickhead."
"No sweat off my balls," Big shrugged. And as far as he was concerned, that was the end of that conversation. "So, pool or darts?"
… … …
His first week back at work had been total bullshit. Fucking desk duty—just another name for station bitch. Calls came in and everyone rushed to get in their gear while he basically sat around with his thumb up his ass. Then he cleaned up after everyone and answered the goddamn phone. He was less than amused with the whole situation.
As if desk duty wasn't bad enough, James had spoken with their Captain about wanting to leave the department to become an EMT. Big was honestly surprised that conversation went over the way it had. He'd fully expected yelling followed by a fuckload of teasing, but when the boss man learned it was for a baby on the way, he'd clapped James on the back, wished him congratulations and told him he'd do whatever he could to help him out. Part of him had hoped James wasn't actually serious about quitting, but once the news hit the station, reality sunk in.
He couldn't imagine going on a job without James by his side (and fuck you, it's not as gay as it sounds). It's just that they'd worked together for so long and been best friends even longer that having to adjust to a new member on their rig was going to be completely fucked up for a while.
As for his relationship, he still wasn't allowed to have sex, and his girlfriend was strict about that (he had the blue balls to prove it). Though the other night things had gotten a little carried away on his couch and he thought for sure Alisha was about to give in and blissfully fuck him silly. But, at the last second she pushed him away, gritted her teeth and reminded him (like he'd fucking forgotten) they couldn't do it yet with an apology on her lips. And yeah, they did some other stuff to relieve some tension, but that was getting old. Because honestly? There was only so much mutual masturbation you could do before you went a little crazy.
So now he sat impatiently in the waiting room for his follow up appointment with the doctor. If the doc didn't give him the green light to get his dick wet today, he was pretty sure he'd end up throwing fists or something in protest. (He found it a little funny that this was his second doctor visit in the span of a few months where results determined whether or not he'd get to fuck Alisha Larrington. Whatever. Totally worth it.) It'd really be great timing, too, getting the green light, because he and Alisha both had the whole next day off and he'd like nothing more than to spend it banging headboards with her. She didn't even know about this appointment, so provided he got the news he wanted, he planned to surprise her after her show tonight.
"Biggerman?" a nurse called into the waiting room, snapping him from his thoughts. He stood up and went to find out his fate.
… … …
Big walked down main aisle until he found the row where his seat was located. He apparently hadn't gotten the memo to get there so goddamn early, so he had to practically crawl over the elitist theater dicks that moved exactly an inch for him to pass by. Fuckers. So not only did he show up here to watch Chicago alone, he was now seated between two elderly women whose idea of smelling nice was spraying the entire goddamn bottle of perfume on before they went out on the town.
He sat back in his seat and flipped open the Playbill and read Alisha's bio just as the lights went down and the music began.
… … …
He liked the show a lot. You know, once he paid attention to the story and not just the chicks in tasteful lingerie. And Alisha's voice gave him goose bumps. (Shut up!) But seriously, his girl was so good it was insane. She'd talked a little about how she was getting bored with the show, but you'd never know it with the way she performed. Everyone in the place went crazy for her, jumping to their feet when she walked out on stage at the end and he was right there with them, clapping and whistling for her.
And while he knew she couldn't see him (she had no idea he was even there), she looked right over in his direction when he whistled and he smirked just in case.
… … …
Big didn't wait for the retirement community in his row to clear out before he bolted out of the theater. His lungs were really in need of fresh air after spending two hours next to the excessively perfumed.
People were already lined up outside the stage door when he got there, discussing the show and the performances and hoping they'd get autographs. He knew they would. Alisha told him once that she and the other cast members always greeted the fans after the show. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked away from the majority of the crowd and leaned back against the brick of the building to wait for her.
It wasn't long before the crowd perked up, so he looked over just as she stepped out the door with a smile on her face. Seeing her in Broadway celebrity mode was kind of weird since he really hadn't before, but it was also totally hot knowing that his girlfriend was such a big deal. Of course that wasn't why he was with her, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it, right?
Ten minutes passed before he started getting antsy. On a regular night, he wouldn't care how long she took because he'd just be at home or at work and she could sign autographs until her hand cramped.
But tonight? He had important business to share with her. (That business being fucking her. Repeatedly.) The doc had given him the all clear (finally) and he'd asked for that shit in writing. Alisha would want proof (because a couple weeks ago he lied and said the doc okay'd it when he really hadn't…whatever, desperate times, desperate measures) and he currently had that proof tucked safely into his back pocket. Instead of autographing his Playbill, maybe he'd have her sign that and then jump on his dick.
Okay, seriously. These theater fans needed to get lost. He thought he could be patient, but six weeks without sex left him fresh out. The only thing he would possibly stop for on the way back to his place was food and that was only so they would had plenty of energy for this marathon they were about to start. God, he couldn't take it anymore, so he walked closer and waited for her to notice him.
Alisha signed her name on the Playbill and handed it back to the woman standing in front of her, glancing up to quickly smile at her and move to the next person. She did a double take when she saw him standing away from the dwindling crowd, hands tucked into his pockets and watching her with that lazy, half smile-half smirk on his lips. Smiling back at him, she held up her finger indicating she just needed another minute.
She quickly signed the last few autographs and thanked them for coming to the show before walking over to where he was waiting for her. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled brightly up at him. "Hi."
God, she looked so fucking cute with her freshly scrubbed face, hair in a ponytail, all bright eyes and big smiles. "Hey," he grinned back.
"What are you doing here?"
"Had a present to give ya." His grin grew wicked and he reached into his pocket and fished out the piece of paper that was the equivalent of a golden ticket. He handed it to her and waited for h
er to read. Her brow quirked up skeptically, but she unfolded the slip of paper and read. It took approximately five seconds before her face lit up.
"Oh, thank you God," she all but growled. She looked up excitedly and hooked her hand around his arm, tugging impatiently. "Let's go."
He laughed as he followed after her. She was practically marching down the damn street. It was hilarious how worked up she was. "You wanna stop first? Get some food?"
Alisha whirled around and gave him an incredulous look. "Absolutely not, Jake," she scoffed.
"Why not? Figured you'd be hungry after your show." He bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing outwardly at the wild look in her eyes.
"Because we can eat in bed. You can't fuck me in a restaurant. Let's go."
Big cast his eyes towards the sky and offered a little thanks to the big guy upstairs because he knew tonight was going to be one for the ages. She was half a block ahead of him already. "Wait up, baby, damn!" he chuckled, running after her.
… … …
Once again, Alisha found herself leaned back against the door to his apartment, eagerly anticipating the moment they were alone on the other side. She looked up at him and smiled coyly, slipping her hands into jacket to rest on his stomach while he undid the locks. Sliding a hand down and tucking it into the front pocket of his jeans, she arched her hips forward a little to brush against him. He was already hard. "This is familiar," she breathed out. Her smile grew wider when he shot her a warning look and growled lowly in the back of his throat. "What?" she asked innocently, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
"You're a tease," he bit out, a smirk on his lips as he remembered the first time he had her pressed up against his door. He thought it seemed rather fitting for them to be here just like this again after weeks and weeks of anticipation. He wasn't sure which was worse: the time before he knew what it was like to fuck her and they danced around each other in a haze of ridiculous sexual tension or these last six weeks, where he knew all too well what she was like in bed and he couldn't have her the way he wanted her. Okay, so he knew exactly which time was worse and he was glad it was about to end soon.
Alisha shook her head and pressed a kiss to his neck. "I'm in no mood for teasing tonight," she murmured against his skin.
Big turned the final lock and opened the door. "Good," he grinned, pushing her gently into the apartment, closing the door behind them and locking it. Alisha turned away from him and peeled off her leather jacket, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Walking purposefully towards his room, she started stripping off her clothes, first her sweater, then the little tank top underneath, leaving a trail in her wake. "In a hurry, babe?" he asked smugly.
Spinning around to face him, she pulled the elastic band from her hair and let it spill over her shoulders. "Six weeks, Jake," she needlessly remind him, frantically unbuttoning her jeans. Hooking her fingers at the waistband, she shoved the denim over her hips and, with little grace, stepped free of the material. When she looked up at him again, his face cracked into a grin just before he tugged his shirt over his head and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Her eyes raked over his bare chest and she felt her heart knock hard against her ribs. He looked so amazing and it was an incredible feeling knowing they weren't going to have to stop tonight.
"Oh, I fucking know how long it's been," he replied, reaching for his belt. She looked so goddamn gorgeous walking backwards into his bedroom, a wicked gleam in her eyes and a kittenish smile on her lips, wearing nothing but a white bra and little red panties. He unbuttoned his jeans and followed her, laughing a little when the backs of her thighs hit the mattress and she tumbled back on the bed. "Your eagerness is hot, Shorty," he teased.
He barely had one knee on the bed before she grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, toppling him in the process. "Jesus, Lisha," he said laughingly, shifting his weight so it wasn't all pushed down on her tiny frame.
"Jake," she began, already a little breathless, "six weeks is a long time to abstain from sex with you. I thought I was going to die." She arched up a little and reached back to unfasten her bra, pulling it quickly off her body, tossing it over his shoulder.
"Now who's being dramatic?" he said lowly with a wicked grin, his eyes dropping to her naked tits. He felt the same way though and had made his feelings on the whole sex ban crystal clear multiple times over the last forty-three days. Yeah. Forty-three days. Why the fuck he was still thinking and not doing was beyond him. Alisha helped him out. Clapping her hand over the nape of his neck, she pulled his mouth down to hers and pressed her lips roughly to his.
Sometime between her tongue curling around his and her hands reaching down to shove at his jeans (seriously a matter of seconds) it dawned on him that this was the first time they were doing it since she became his girlfriend. And part of him figured she'd want it to be less frantic and more romantic or something, but she didn't show any signs of slowing down. He broke the kiss and bit back a smile when she whined. Her eyes were dark and heavy and full of lust as she peered up at him. "Baby, slow down a little," he told her.
Her eyes cleared and she stared at him with a concerned look on her face. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?" she asked.
"What—no," he said, his brow furrowing. "No, that's not it." And just as quickly as she'd turned off, she turned right back on again, drawing her knees up and pushing his pants down his legs with her feet. "Lisha," he chuckled, grabbing her arms and pinning them over her head, securing them with one of his hands. She smirked winningly. Big dropped his head and kissed her lazily despite her grinding her hips against his. "Know what I just realized?" he asked softly against her mouth.
"That you're teasing the hell out of me right now?" she asked, one brow arced.
Big rolled his eyes and smoothed the hair out of her eyes before smiling down at her. "This is our first time since being in a relationship," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Once the words were out, he sort of felt like a giant pussy. But her eyes went soft and the smile she gave him in return made him feel really fucking good, so he decided that was the exact right thing to say.
"Jake," she whispered, grinning when embarrassment flooded his face and he averted his eyes. "That's sweet." The grimace on his face made her laugh; she knew he hated the term. "You can be sweet all you want later, but right now," she said, waiting until he met her eyes again, "I need you to not be sweet at all and fuck me. Okay?"
His brows shot up and a rakish smirk twisted on his lips. "Goddamn, you're the best woman ever!" he told her.
"Then I guess you'd better give me what I want, huh?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Oh, I'll give it to you alright," he said lecherously, wagging his brows. He released her arms and sat back on his haunches so he could slide her panties down her legs. She looked up at him and in the sexiest voice she'd ever used on him said, "Actions speak louder than words, Big."
Fuck.
He could fall in love with her if she kept that up.
… … …
"Jake, give it to me," she ordered.
"Baby, I've been givin' it to you all night."
Alisha laughed and swung her leg out from her place on top of the counter to kick him playfully in the thigh. "Not that," she said. "Though, yes, you have, and it's been amazing. But I swear if you don't hand me that carton of spicy noodles, I'm not having sex with you anymore tonight."
He met her eyes, smirked. "Liar," he said, shoveling noodles into his mouth. They didn't have sex for six goddamn weeks, so after they refueled a little, they were going to fuck until they literally passed out. (Her idea, by the way, and he was game) "I offered to take you out to eat after your show, but someone was in a big hurry to get on this," he mumbled with his mouth full, gesturing to his body. "Ring a bell?"
"Please?" she asked softly, angling her head just enough for her hair to fall over one eye. She leaned forward and rested her hands on the edge of the counter and the button-down shirt of his she was wearing
slipped off one shoulder.
His eyes glazed over a little and he swallowed his food before he choked on it. "You're beggin' to get fucked again, Shorty," he told her seriously. "Right on the counter."
She groaned and bit her lip. "Jake—food first, please."
He walked over slowly and stood between her legs, picking up some noodles with the chopsticks in his hand and holding them up to her mouth. Alisha lifted her brow and gave him this sexy little smile before leaning forward and accepting the bite of food. She could feed herself, sure, but this was hot and he wanted to. He accidentally got some sauce on her chin, so he reached out and brushed it away with the pad of his thumb and licked it clean.
Alisha laid her palms on his chest and smoothed one up to brush over his jaw. "I'm going to starve if you keep up this seduction, Jake," she teased softly. He smirked back and handed over the carton of noodles. "Thank you."
Big shrugged and squeezed her knee playfully, making her giggle. "No sweat." He grabbed a beer from the fridge for them to share and also made himself a sandwich. (What? All that sex made him hungry.) After he inhaled that, he polished off the last of the noodles when she declared she couldn't eat another bite.
"Jake, you're going to make yourself sick," she said, bringing the beer to her lips. She took a sip then set it on the counter.
"M'good," he told her, mouth full again, reaching for the beer and draining the rest of it.
She rolled her eyes and laughed quietly, hooking her feet around his waist so she could pull him closer. His hands instantly sneaked under the hem of the shirt and splayed over her hips as he nipped softly at her lips. Sighing, she wrapped her arms around him and dropped her forehead to his. So far, this was the best night they'd ever had.
They stayed that way for a while, slowly trading kisses and smiles (or smirks), fingers gently skimming over exposed skin, enjoying the quiet sound of their breathing. His lips were on her ear when he finally broke the silence.