Chronicles of a Hot Mess

by S. E. Rose

  Her eyes met his again, and she just couldn’t lie to him. There was something about the way he looked at her. It was different than any other guy ever had. He saw her, not just her klutzy self, but her, the one no one saw except the few she let inside.

  “I’ve never done a casual relationship before,” she admitted. She could feel her face flushing. “I mean, I’ve only had a few serious boyfriends. I don’t really date a lot.”

  Amery met her gaze. “You think this is casual?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Isn’t it?” she asked in a very high-octave voice.

  “Oh, angel, this is the furthest thing I’ve ever had to casual. I don’t know what this is exactly, but it sure as fuck is not casual,” he growled as he turned her, so she fell on the bed and he crawled over her body. His lips found her, and she lost all thought. How could he do that with just his lips, his tongue? He stole her soul with his kiss and she was certain she wouldn’t be getting it back, possibly ever.

  His hands slowly worked at removing her clothes as he continued to enter her with his mouth. She tried to take off his clothes, but he swatted her hands away. He wanted to be in control, and she was alright with that. In this moment, she was alright with him being in control, because she felt safe, cherished, protected.

  His movements were slow and gentle. She closed her eyes as his hands caressed her body as they found the flesh beneath her clothes. She moaned when his lips left hers, but then whimpered in satisfaction as they reconnected with her breasts. His hand palmed her sex, and she thrust up against him. His one hand covered her completely, but she wanted more, so much more.

  “There’s no rush,” he murmured against her skin as he licked and sucked at her breasts.

  “I know,” she grumbled, and his laugh vibrated against her skin. She was starting to get frustrated, but then his finger slipped beneath her underwear, she quickly forgot about her frustration.

  He was just so good at sex. Suddenly, she felt emboldened. She pushed at him, and he gave her a look of curiosity.

  “Lie down,” she demanded. He laughed but complied. She shimmied out of her underwear and then helped him remove his clothes. When they were both naked, she turned around and climbed on top of him. He made a sound somewhere between a groan and growl and pulled her ass back so that the apex of her thighs settled directly over his face. Fortunately, his cock was every bit as long as he was tall, otherwise, this position would have never worked in a million years. She gripped what she couldn’t get into her mouth and slowly licked him. He groaned and thrust into her mouth, and she shielded her teeth and let him slide past her lips. She was so busy sucking and licking his dick that she almost leapt from the bed when his mouth found her clit and sucked hard.

  He knew exactly how much pressure and exactly how to flick his tongue. She was so close, but she wanted so much more.

  “Lyla, you look so fucking hot right now,” he murmured against her sex as he licked her again and shuddered. “I need to be inside you.” Before she knew it, he had her flipped over, a condom on, and he was hovering over her. He leaned down and kissed her, and she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. It was...well, it was quite frankly hot. She would have never imagined something like that would make her more aroused. She moaned into his mouth and grinned.

  “See, you taste so fucking good,” he said as he slid inside her.

  They both exhaled at the feeling of their bodies joining. She squirmed and attempted to thrust up against him, needing some kind of friction, some kind of release. He kept her pinned down though, and she huffed.

  He laughed and kissed her again. “Slow, baby,” he cooed as he began to move so slowly she thought the anticipation of it would kill her. She needed it hard, and she needed it now.

  As though reading her mind, he changed pace and began fiercely pumping into her. He rolled them over, keeping their bodies joined. He held her hips while she took control, taking him how she needed him. She was so close, she could feel his cock enlarging inside her, and she knew he was going to come. Just as he grunted, she leaned forward to rub her clit against his skin and then...pain...lots of pain.

  “Ahhhh,” she cried out, and Amery completely stopped, his eyes flying open.

  “What’s wrong, Lyla?” he asked, his voice slightly frantic.

  They both looked behind her, and there on her ass was Onyx. His little kitty claws on his right front paw were embedded into Lyla’s ass, and he was trying desperately to dislodge them, but all that did was pull her skin with it.

  She screamed again in pain as his paw detached from her ass and he took off sprinting back downstairs. Amery tossed her off to the side and flipped on a light.

  “Stay still. Let me see,” he said.

  “I’m going to kill him!” she cried, partially from the humiliation of being manhandled by a kitten and partially from the pain.

  “Just stay there for a second, OK? I’m going to get some antiseptic,” he said.

  She kept her head buried in the sheets as Amery used a cotton ball to disinfect the impale marks on her butt cheek.

  “Damn, killer. He got you good,” he said as he finished up his work and tossed the cotton balls in the trash. “Let me get you some ice for that.”

  He ran downstairs and returned with an ice pack and gently placed it on her right ass cheek. “There, that should help,” he said as he caressed her left ass cheek.

  “Really? A butt rub is going to make that all better?” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

  He chuckled. “Probably not, but it’s making me feel better,” he said. She turned her head to look at him, and he winked at her. She rolled her eyes. He pulled her body back, so she was over his lap. He kept the ice pack held against her ass and continued to stroke her. After a few minutes, his fingers wandered from her ass to between her legs and then inside of her. He worked her into a state of ecstasy she couldn’t remember. She was his instrument, and he was playing her like a goddamn virtuoso. She lost track of the time and just focused on the unbelievable feelings he was giving her.

  He didn’t speak, just caressed her, stroked her, felt her inside and out and then when she didn’t think she could take anymore, he found the spot inside of her that she had read about but had never managed to locate herself. She cried out incoherently as her body convulsed, her muscles spasmed around his finger, and then she was free-falling into pure bliss.

  “Better?” he asked as he pulled his finger from her. She turned just in time to see him stick his finger in his mouth and suck her juices from it. Jesus fucking Christ, that was hot! He was the hottest man in the whole damn universe.

  She turned and launched herself at him. He laughed as he caught her and then their bodies were tangled, and their lips locked together. He reached for another condom before plunging inside her. This time wasn’t slow at all. It was fast and hard. She sat on his lap and rode the ever-loving fuck out of him. Their lips didn’t separate the entire time.

  She was surprised to find she was on the verge of another orgasm. They maintained their pace, and she stilled as she yelled against his lips. His orgasm barely registered as she held onto him for dear life, letting the lingering spasms rake over her body.

  “Jesus, woman. If a little cat scratch is going to do that for you, I’m gonna have to let Onyx sleep in here.” He grinned.

  She shook her head. “No fucking way,” she grumbled. She wasn’t going to admit that her ass felt much better.

  “Let’s get you a bath with some Epsom salts, that’ll make it feel better,” he offered, pulling her up and leading her into the bathroom.

  “In the swimming pool?” she asked, looking over at the gigantic tub. He laughed and turned on the water.

  “Yes, in the swimming pool,” he chuckled as he poured in the salts.

  They sat in the tub for a long time, just lying there, holding one another. Eventually, Onyx came in and sat on the edge of the tub and looked at them.

  “I don’t like you right now,” Lyla s
aid in her best angry voice, which was pretty difficult since the kitten was damn cute.

  “Onyx buddy, I think you picked the wrong ass to scratch,” Amery laughed and reached over to scratch Onyx’s head.

  “Let’s get to bed,” he added. She nodded and looked up at him, giving him a quick kiss before getting out and grabbing one of the oversized fluffy towels that hung next to the tub.

  They curled up in his bed. She loved lying there in his arms. She found her eyes getting droopy.

  “Go to sleep, angel. I got you. I’ll make sure we get up with plenty of time to spare,” he whispered as he kissed her forehead and turned off the lights. Onyx jumped up and curled into a ball on Amery’s stomach, his back firmly lodged against Lyla.

  Chapter 23

  “Lyla,” Amery whispered. She felt him stroking her arm. “Lyla, time to get up.”

  She groaned and rolled over but found it hard to do, since she was entangled with Amery and Onyx.

  “Come on, sleeping beauty, rise and shine,” he coaxed as he stroked her face.

  She groaned again.

  “You are not a morning person, are you?” he asked.

  “I am a morning person. One you should be afraid of,” she answered.

  Amery laughed. She felt vibrations against her belly and looked down to see that Onyx was firmly wedged between them.

  “You are a real shit, aren’t you?” she stated as she pet him. He gave her a meek “meow” and they both laughed.

  “He’s a real shitten alright,” Amery said.

  “A shitten?” Lyla asked.

  “Yes, a kitten and a shit, that makes him a shitten,” Amery confirmed.

  “Great, you got me a shitten. Thanks,” she said sarcastically.

  “You’re welcome,” he said sweetly, and she laughed. “Do you really have to go to work today?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I suppose I could play hooky. But seriously, we need to go and get stuff prepared for Gran Mill.”

  “OK, fair enough,” he agreed. “And then tonight, we are going out.”

  “Fine,” she said.

  They got dressed, and Amery took Lyla out to brunch. She called Nate, who said he was going to be around later and did she want to hang out. She explained her date and Amery started texting. She was about to tell him she was getting off her phone, but then Nate laughed.

  “I think we have a double date tonight,” he said.

  “Wait, what?” she asked.

  “Ward just texted me and said that Amery just texted him, and we are all going ice-skating.”

  “Wait,” she held her hand over the phone and looked at Amery. “We are going ice-skating?”

  “Yep,” he said with a grin.

  “You do know that I can’t ice-skate, right?” she asked.

  “Nope, didn’t know that, doesn’t matter,” he said and took a sip of his drink.

  She rolled her eyes and focused back on her conversation with Nate. “OK, I’m going to head over to the house and get things ready for Gran Mill. I just emailed with the facility and they are going to release her tomorrow afternoon, which is great because then I might have to be leaving to go to New York City. Do you think you could take off a day or so while I’m up there?”

  “Yeah, I guess so,” Nate said.

  “Geez, thanks, Nate. I don’t want to cramp your style or anything,” she said rolling her eyes again.

  “No, it’s fine, seriously,” he said, and he was serious that time.

  “OK, see you tonight then,” she said.

  “Later, alligator,” he said as he ended the call.

  Chapter 24

  They spent the afternoon prepping the pullout bed in the living room and the downstairs bathroom which had a very small shower. Lyla explained that she and Nate would help Gran Mill go upstairs to bathe every few days, instead of her trying to use the little shower downstairs. She had Amery install some support bars, and then she grabbed a quick shower along with Amery and they were ready to go when Nate arrived home.

  “Ward will be over in a minute,” he said after he had changed. Amery was downstairs installing the last support bar in the bathroom, so Gran Mill could use the toilet. Lyla sent a final email to a service the rehab place had recommended. They were going to be sending a day nurse over to help them for the next week. The rehab facility also had Gran Mill set up with a PT guy three times a week. Roger and Gertie were lined up to take Gran Mill to it. Everything was nearly set. The doctors said Gran Mill could get a walking cast put on in about three more weeks.

  “Soooo?” Lyla prodded.

  Nate grinned. “So?”

  “Seriously?” Lyla said.

  “What? I can’t pass up being with Ward. I mean he’s Ward fucking Snare! He’s like cock extraordinaire. His dick is epic. Like literally, it has its own fan club,” he explained as he put on some cologne. “Plus, the guy is a fucking golden god. I mean, you’ve seen him.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yes. I agree you can’t pass that up. But I mean, what’s going on between you two. Is it just a roll in the hay or are you seeing each other?”

  “A roll in the hay? What are you a nineteen forties movie star?” he asked. “Does that do it for Amery? ‘Oh, Amery, let’s roll in the hay.’ I bet he totally loves it when you talk sexy like—”

  Nate was promptly cut off by a pillow in the face.

  “You’re a real dick sometimes, Nathan.” Lyla scowled.

  Nate grinned. “I’m just teasing you, Ly. Geez, sensitive much?”

  She slumped on her bed.

  “Hey, what’s wrong, Ly?” Nate asked sitting down next to her. He was now serious, and serious Nate was a force to be reckoned with.

  “How do you know if someone really likes you?” she asked Nate.

  “Amery? Do we need that birds and the bees conversation again?”

  She nodded. Nate was being silly, but a serious silly.

  “Ly, he really likes you, like, ‘Say Anything,’ ‘Moulin Rouge,’ likes you,” Nate said.

  “Thanks, Nate,” she said.

  He patted her leg. “You’re welcome, Ly. Plus, if he ever hurts you, I’ll have him killed. So, no worries.”

  She groaned and threw another pillow at him. He laughed, and they walked downstairs just as Ward showed up.

  The ice rink was packed by the time they grabbed a bite to eat at a local burger place and made their way over there. Little kids were everywhere, but they managed to get decent rental skates and headed out onto the ice. They had all dressed casually, sweatpants and sweatshirts. Amery and Ward, of course, looked like they were models for some sort of sports clothing store.

  Lyla had skated once before as a kid and totally hated it. She grasped the side rail as she tried to skate around. Kids flew by her in every direction. Nate and Ward did a few laps and then started skating backward, probably to make her feel even worse, she thought to herself.

  “You’re doing great!” Amery encouraged her. “Here, hold my hand and we’ll try skating in the middle,” he suggested. She looked at him skeptically but nodded.

  They made it around twice and then Nate skated up in front of her, Ward skated behind him. “Having fun, you two?” Nate asked.

  “I think I’m going to get off for a bit and rest my feet,” Lyla said as they approached the main entrance to the ice. It was jam-packed with kids. Lyla was trying to stay up, but she tripped as she approached the edge of the ice. She grabbed the first thing she could reach, which was Nate’s pants. And then as she got her bearings, she realized Nate was also bare, as in stark-raving-naked. His junk was right in her face, ass exposed to small children. She would never be able to un-see this. This may be worse than the butt plug episode. Fortunately, Ward was right behind him.

  “Oh God!” she said, trying to push Nate’s pants back up. His face was bright red as he yanked them up quickly, but not before about three small kids started laughing and pointing. Pretty soon twenty kids were laughing and pointing.

  “I thi
nk that’s our cue to leave,” Ward said, trying to contain his laughter.

  “Shit, now we can’t ever come back here,” Nate grumbled, adjusting his pants.

  “Why’s that?” Lyla asked as Amery effortlessly lifted her up and set her down on solid ground. He too was trying to contain laughter.

  “Uh, because you just de-panted me in front of small children,” he said.

  “It was an accident, anyone could see that. Plus, why the fuck don’t you have on underwear?” she asked as they made their way to the skate rental window to return their skates.

  “That’s beside the point. Next time grab your boyfriend, not me,” Nate said as he chucked his skates down.

  “That’s the naked man, Mommy,” a little boy said as he pointed at Nate, who put a hand over his face to shield it as he and Ward walked out of the building. Ward did his best not to laugh.

  Several other kids were also pointing at Nate as he tried to exit the building without making any more of a scene.

  Some of the older kids were laughing. “What’d you shit in all your underwear?” one asked as they reached the door.

  “There’s a mall down the street. I hear they have a sale on boxer briefs!” a girl called out, and her friends giggled.

  “Commando’s so last week! Underwear is back in!” another called out.

  Lyla stifled her laughter and tried to give the girls her best angry adult face, which was kind of difficult to do.

  “Well, that was an interesting evening,” Amery offered as they followed Nate and Ward out to the car.

  Lyla shot him a daggers look, and he wiped the grin off his face. She ran up to Nate, who was all but running to the car.

  “I’m so sorry! I’m a klutz!” she said, trying to apologize. “I swear, this will be really funny tomorrow.”

  “Try about seven hundred tomorrows,” Nate muttered as he got in the car.

  “It could have been worse, Nate. At least it was only Lyla that got a good up-close view,” Amery said as he got in the back with Lyla.

  “I wouldn’t have minded that view,” Ward said to him with a wink.