The Other C-Word

by Schiller, MK

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  We spent the whole week like that. Rick would order us food and we’d chat, but I was very careful about revealing too much of myself. Afterwards, we’d make passionate love. He referred to me as ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’ and other terms of endearment when we were in the throes of passion. Something that usually turned me off, but coming from those sweet lips, it had the opposite effect. Everything with him felt different. It felt special.

  Most nights, Rick insisted I ride with him to his place, since he was coming back to the office to work anyway. Truthfully, any ride he offered me was satisfying. If the weather became questionable, he’d follow me home. He didn’t ask any more, he just did it. I didn’t mind though. It made me feel closer to him, almost as much as the sex had. His stamina amazed me and I chastised myself for not working out more. It was difficult to keep up with him.

  That Saturday, I was lying on top of him naked, feeling sated from our hours of intimacy. I traced his tattoo with my fingertip. “What does it mean? I know it’s the infinity sign, but I have a feeling it means something to you.”

  “Why do you say that, Marley? Are you making an assumption?” he teased, taking my hand and kissing each of my fingers.

  “Very funny, Rick. I guess I am because everything means something with you. You don’t seem to be the kind of guy to get random tattoos.”

  He smiled, placing a strand of my hair behind my ear. “It’s a remembrance tattoo.”

  “Of a girl? You can tell me,” I encouraged, secretly hoping it wasn’t. How could I continue to think it was sexy if it symbolised another girl?

  “Not a girl. It was for my parents. My father was a history professor, and my mother was a math teacher. This sign kind of encompasses both of them, and the fact that they were intertwined.” His voice changed when he talked about his parents. It became softer and it made me feel guilty for bringing it up.

  “You don’t have to talk about it.”

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. I don’t have any issues talking about the people I’ve loved.”

  “When did they pass?”

  “I was sixteen.”

  My heart lurched for him. I couldn’t imagine losing my mom, especially not at that age. How had he managed it all? How was he so sure of himself, despite losing their guidance at such a crucial time? “I’m sorry, Rick.”

  “It’s okay. They were great parents. I think about them every day. I got this when I was going through my pissed-off stage and rebelling the year after their death. I think it was the only decision I made that I didn’t regret that year.”

  I knew there was more to the story, but I didn’t want to pry. Instead, I slanted my mouth against his. When we finally broke from our kiss, I traced his lips with my fingertip. He took my finger into his mouth and sucked on it. “Do you think tattoos are hot on women?”

  He continued to suck on my finger, while a devilish grin played out on his face. Finally, he released my finger, but the small gesture made me hot for him again. “I guess it would depend on the woman and where it was. Are you thinking about getting a tattoo?”

  I put my forehead on his chest. “Maybe.”

  He lifted my chin and his eyes lit up mischievously. “Where?’’

  I opened my mouth, but he covered it with his hand before I could speak.

  “Let me guess.”

  In one fluid motion, he rolled us over so he was on top of me. He sat up on his knees, straddling me. A playful smirk crinkled on his lips. “Is it here or here?” he asked, kissing each of my wrists. I was thankful they weren’t so red today.

  I shook my head in response.

  “Here?” He slid his lips down each of my arms. When he was finished, he smiled the most playful, eager smile at me. I had to admit, this was a fun game.

  “Nope.”

  “Here?” he asked, kissing my chin and neck. Was he really suggesting I’d get a tattoo on my chin?

  “Nope.”

  He slid his lips down to my clavicle and kissed each breast, asking the same question. “You honestly think I’d get a tattoo on my boob? That sounds painful.”

  He laughed, but I started squirming because this guessing game was arousing me fiercely. “I didn’t think so, but I never know with you. I’m glad though because your breasts are perfect the way they are.” His compliment made me feel especially sexy, since I’d always thought they were on the small side.

  He worked his way down my stomach, repeating the question with each kiss. I answered no each time. He reached the inside of my thighs, kissing and licking the skin there and sending a shiver up my spine. He kissed my mound and dipped his tongue, licking my folds. I started panting. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

  “Me either, but I just thought while I was in the general area.”

  Rick sat up and placed his hands on my hips, coaxing me to roll over. I turned so I was face down on the pillow. I lifted my ankles and I bent my knees up to accommodate him. “I know it has to be here or here. Which one?” he mused as he kissed each ankle.

  “Neither. Guess you have to keep trying.” I honestly hoped he’d never guess and just keep kissing me.

  He worked his way up to the back of my thighs. He squeezed then kissed my behind, both cheeks. “This would be a very nice canvas,” he said.

  “No,” I exhaled into the pillow.

  “Tell me it’s here,” he pondered, caressing my lower back with his fingertips, before licking and kissing the area.

  “Nope,” I muffled.

  He moved up to my shoulders, kissing each one and across my back. I told him no, and heard his sigh. I wondered if Rick was getting frustrated. “Giving up?”

  “No, kissing you is too much fun.”

  He trailed kisses down my spine, until he reached the area on my lower back again. “Rick, you’ve already been at that spot. Is this your way of suggesting I get a tramp stamp?”

  He laughed. “I don’t call it that, but I can’t deny how sexy it would look on you. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

  “And what should it be?”

  “Hmmm, how about my name?” he said jokingly before flipping me over. He gently nipped at my shoulders and neck. “Just kidding, baby. Please tell me where?”

  “Why do you want to know?”

  “So I can kiss you there, and imagine it, and what it will be like when I lick that delicious piece of your flesh with my tongue.”

  The idea was so enticing I cursed myself for not having a tattoo already. I took Rick’s hand and guided it to my lower, right hip. “Right here.”

  He leant down and kissed me there repeatedly. I’d never thought of that area as an erotic zone, but that’s exactly what it was…especially when he licked me there.

  He kissed his way back up to my face. “Okay, the placement is totally hot, but what will you get there? It has to be the perfect thing.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, Marley, you have the perfect body and whatever you choose should match it.”

  I know I sound like a gushing, girly girl to say I swooned, but I did. Rick made me swoon. His words chipped away at the walls of snarky cynicism I’d worked so hard to build. “I was thinking of a dragonfly.”

  “Why that?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve always like them. When you think of a dragonfly, they don’t sound pretty. Even the words, dragon and fly both sound awful, but when you see one close up, it’s beautiful.”

  He nodded, approvingly at my explanation, before he went back to my hip and traced with his tongue what I imagined was his version of a dragonfly.

  “Yep, that will work,” he approved. “You know I’ll have to come with you.”

  “Do you want to come with me because I’m scared of needles?”

  He moved towards me again, looking into my eyes, pinning my wrists over my head. “Partially, but mostly because I like holding your hand and I hate the idea of you being scared.”

  He trailed his fingers down my body. There w
as something to his words. He saw me, despite the façade I’d put up. Part of me wanted to run. Another part though, the one that felt warm and well…randy, from all his kisses, pulled him nearer.

  I reached for his shaft, stroking it. Rick’s breath hitched as I kneaded him in my hands, feeling him respond to my touch. He slipped his finger inside me—one penetrated my slick folds while his thumb circled my clit. I screamed out from the pleasure, turning my head. He suckled my exposed earlobe, gently nibbling on it with those beautiful lips of his. The wetness at his tip excited me. I rubbed it along the head of his erection.

  “I’m hard and you’re wet…what should we do about that?”

  “We should definitely do something,” I choked.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

  “You,” I moaned.

  He growled suddenly, grabbing my wrist and moving it away. He entered my body in one swift motion, pushing his full length into me. I revelled in the now familiar stretch as Rick filled me, enjoying the sweet ecstasy of his body pressed against mine as we merged into one.

  Chapter Ten

  On Monday, Rick called me into his office to go over some new reports he needed. I jotted down studious notes, until he abruptly paused. “Let’s go out to dinner tonight.”

  I glanced up at him, not sure if I’d heard correctly. “That’s not part of the plan. No dating, remember?”

  He shrugged nonchalantly, but his expression was completely serious and penetrating. “I’m changing the terms. Think of it as an addendum to our verbal contract.”

  “Well, I’m vetoing your addendum.”

  “Oh, but Marley, if you don’t accept, I’ll have to change other terms, and you won’t like it.”

  I laughed cynically. “Are you threatening to withhold sex from me, Rick?”

  He smiled. “Why would I punish myself? No, I can’t really do that, but I can stop doing all the things you like so much. And trust me when I say I know exactly what they are.”

  I struggled with the chaotic thoughts that overtook my mind. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but in reality, his threat scared me. I craved him, and not just for casual sex. I craved the way he made my body wake up as if it were coming out of a deep hibernation. He knew it too. “Fine, but we have to go somewhere far away from the office.”

  “Done. Any other stipulations, Garter Belt Girl?”

  His tone was slightly mocking, but teasingly sexy nonetheless. “It’s not a date.”

  “Then what is it, Marley?”

  “Two co-workers going out after work and catching a bite to eat.”

  He was thoughtful for a moment, but I could see I’d managed to irritate him. “So to recap, we’ll be two co-workers going out after work, catching a bite to eat, far away from the office so no one sees us, who are exclusively fucking each other.”

  “That’s an apt description.”

  “It sounds like a completely insane description to me. One you can’t say without taking a breath. It’s so much simpler to just refer to it as a date, but then again, I should have expected you would make it more complicated.”

  “Rick—”

  Rick held up his hand, cutting me off. “Stop, I’m happy you agreed. Let’s just leave it at that.”

  That night, we drove across town to a local chain restaurant. Rick seemed in better spirits, and I had to admit it was nice going somewhere besides his apartment. However, his mood shifted once we were seated.

  “I would have taken you someplace nicer,” he said, studying the menu.

  “Why didn’t you?” I teased.

  “I only reserve the nice places for dates, and you made it clear this isn’t one. So, since we’re just co-workers, do you want to talk about work since that’s what we did all day anyway?” His voice was low but the signs of hostility were clear.

  “Not really.”

  “Well, we can’t really talk about anything else since this is a co-worker get together. By the way, did you bring money?”

  I stared at him, trying to understand the meaning of his question. “Yes, why?”

  “Because, this isn’t a date, so I just want to make sure you’re not stuck here doing dishes.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Okay, buddy, listen up. I have plenty of money. In fact, why don’t we spring for an appetiser? I can cover you, Mr Cheapskate.”

  Rick laughed, ignoring our waitress who obviously heard my comments. “Do you need a minute?” Despite her discomfort, she was eyeing Rick like a sweet dessert.

  We ordered our drinks, continuing to glare at each other. After the waitress had left, Rick threw down his menu. “You’re calling me a cheapskate again? I prefer the other nickname, Marley.”

  I leaned into the table. “I should just call you Asshole, because that’s what you’re acting like. Why are you being such a jerk?”

  He fisted his hands through his hair in frustration. “I just want you to admit this is a date.”

  “Why are labels so important to you, Rick?”

  “Why aren’t they important to you, Marley?”

  “Not every girl has to have a definition for everything,” I responded, strumming my fingers on the table in an effort to curb my annoyance.

  “I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re the rare exception to the rule. The thing is, I like your company. I like talking to you as much as I love fucking you. You make me laugh one minute and exasperate the hell out of me the next. For some reason, I don’t mind. You know I’m leaving, but I don’t think that’s your hang up. I think you’re scared to let anyone in too deep, and that’s not a euphemism for anything else. Why is that, Marley? I would think it was me, but you’re like that with all guys, aren’t you? Well, except for Dillon anyway. You know what? I’m kind of jealous of him.”

  I sipped my drink, which had appeared out of nowhere in front of me. The waitress had left it and run off in the middle of Rick’s rant. “Why in the hell would you be jealous of Dillon? You know he’s gay, right?”

  Rick laughed. “Of course I know. I’m jealous because he gets to see a side of you that I doubt I ever will.”

  I sat back, digesting his persuasive arguments. “Fine, you win. This is a date. Does that make you happy?”

  He grinned, but shook his head. “No it doesn’t make me happy, but it’s enough for now.”

  “Since this is a date, I guess personal questions are acceptable, but I still get to pass.” I folded my arms and leant back in the booth.

  “Sounds good to me. Do you want to ask me anything?”

  I cocked my eyebrows, trying to maintain an even tone, but each word had a bite to it. “Are you this fucking crazy intense with all girls?”

  I could see the corners of his mouth threatening to curl into the wicked grin I usually loved. “Sorry for that, but to answer your question, I’m not. I was with Amanda for almost six months. I broke it off with her, and I didn’t even think about it. It was easier than choosing what tie to wear.”

  “Why is that?”

  “I think it’s because of the way she treated you. I’d seen her be mean before, but I had a very hard time with the way she spoke to you. I know I’d have a difficult time if anyone treated you unkindly.” The sweetness of his words silenced me. It was not something I’d expected him to say. Rick was definitely not a typical guy. He had no qualms about speaking from the heart. “Do I get to ask you something now?”

  Oh boy. I shouldn’t have started in on the personal questions. “I guess.”

  “Why did you refer to yourself as a slut the other night?”

  I took another long swallow of my drink, pondering why he would ask me that question. “I guess because of the way I treat relationships. They’re just sexual experiences for me, nothing more.”

  He nodded. “I don’t think that makes you a slut. Guys do the same thing. In fact, I’d say it’s not atypical.”

  “But not you, right? Not Mr Relationship?”

  “No, not me.”

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p; “How many girls have you been with?”

  He tilted his head as if he was calculating the number. “Eleven, including you.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Why are you surprised? Were you expecting a higher number?”

  I looked away shyly and said in a low voice, “You’re just so good in bed, and I thought you were very experienced.” I didn’t add it, but the man was also very fine looking, and I was sure he could have his choice of female companion whenever he wanted it.

  He laughed. “I’m not saying I haven’t had a lot of sex, but I prefer quality not quantity. I don’t think the number would even be that high if it wasn’t for my work and travel schedule.”

  “Why, because you have a girl in every port?”

  “No, because most girls can’t handle what I do for a living. They can’t handle the long-distance thing. Now, are you ready to answer the same question?”

  “Pass,” I replied in a low whisper.

  He smirked. “You’re passing? I think it’s unfair that I answered honestly, but you’re going to pass.”

  The waitress came over to take our order again. It was the third time she had come to our table, so it was probably best we ordered.

  “How many chicken strips come in the appetiser basket?” I asked her.

  “Three,” she answered, not taking her eyes off Rick, who wasn’t taking his eyes off me.

  He was still waiting for an answer, so I gave him one. I turned to the waitress and smiled. “What a coincidence. That’s exactly what I’ve had.”

  She looked at me with confusion, but jotted down my request. “For you, sir?”

  Rick continued to stare as the comprehension of my statement fluttered through his handsome face. I’d managed to shock him into silence. “Rick, she’s waiting for you.”

  “I’ll have a hamburger,” he replied, continuing to gape at me as he handed her his menu.

  “Which one, sir? We have eleven kinds.”

  I busted out laughing, because that too was coincidental.

  Rick didn’t see the humour, though. “Whatever kind. You can pick.”

  “Do you want fries?”