Finding A Way

by T. E. Black

  "Princess, Leah will get better. She won't be sick forever. She just needs rest, and that means you will have to spend the day with me instead. How does that sound?" I question as my mouth twists into a smile.

  Caroline nods against my chest. I can feel her smiling against me. She loves to spend time with me. I'm not sure if it's because I spoil her rotten, or because she doesn't have to deal with Leah nit-picking every little thing she does.

  "When will she get better? Are you still going to marry her if she doesn't?" she asks, still wrapped around me. I blow out a long, much needed breath before I answer her. She always asks these types of questions. It breaks my heart because I don't know the answers.

  "I don't know. I stopped getting sick a while ago, but your sister is having a hard time with it. If she can't get better, I don't know if I can be with her."

  I proposed to Leah a month ago and since then, she hasn't touched any drugs. And that's the reason she's been sick every day since. She's miserable, but at least she's sober. I gave her an ultimatum: get clean or I walk. The ring was the prize if she cleaned her act up. I stopped using myself about six months ago. Someone needed to take care of Caroline and it wasn't going to happen if we were both strung.

  "Promise you'll never leave me, Bear. Just marry me if she doesn't get better, then I'll never lose you," Caroline says softly.

  I reach down, taking her chin with my fingers and gently lifting it up, so she looks in the eyes.

  "I'll make a deal with you, Princess. One day, you'll be a beautiful young woman and if your sister and I still aren't together, then you come find me. I'll drop everything for you. If I'm with someone, I'll drop her and be with you instead, but I'm sure some lucky man will have stolen your heart by then. You'll fall in love Princess, and it will be the best damn thing that will ever happen to you." She looks at me with pleading eyes, tears forming in the corners.

  "I'll never love anyone as much as I love you, Bear."

  I lean down to kiss her forehead, my face finding its way into her long blonde hair.

  "I love you too, Princess."

  Trent snaps his fingers at my face, bringing me back to the present. He’s talking, but I only catch the last part of whatever the hell he's saying.

  “Wanna grab a beer later and see what we can find to take home?”

  Thank God, just what I need. A beer and a lay. I gotta cure this little fascination with Callie as soon as possible and I also need to stop thinking about what the hell I'm gonna do with Caroline.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” I reply.

  Before going home to clean myself up for the ladies, I tell Trent we'll take our own rides tonight. Since he always finds a fish to snag, and I’m without a doubt not leaving the bar alone tonight, it makes sense since we live a good fifteen minutes away from each other. Hell, with the hard-on I've had since I laid eyes on Callie in those damn Chuck Taylor's, I might end up fucking whatever bitch I leave with in the back seat of my pickup.

  An hour later, and two beers in, Trent and I sit at the bar talking shit with our favorite bartender Ry. Ry is actually a woman whose real name is Ryleigh. We’re at a small bar named Max’s placed in between the university and the city. It is a perfect place to find ourselves some easy targets.

  I mean, being twenty-eight and Trent being thirty works for us. These college chicks love an older man. Trent's convinced they like fucking an older man because they all wanna stick it to their rich daddies during their rebellious college years, but that's a little too fucked up for me to think about while having my cock shoved down one of their throats. So, instead, I opt for believing they wanna fuck us for our experience, and when I say experience, I mean the ability to give them multiple orgasms in one fuck. They love that shit.

  Ryleigh gives me a playful smack on the head to gain my attention.

  "You’re off ya game tonight, playboy. I just watched two blondes walk right past ya which you would’ve usually deemed fuckable. Trent ran after them about five minutes ago while ya nursed that beer of yours. What gives?"

  See, here's the thing about Ryleigh. She’s the ultimate woman. The total package. Big fake tits, short blonde hair, tight everywhere she needs to be, legs which go on forever, and an amazing personality. Top off the formula for a “ten” on the smoking hot scale with the slight Boston accent which flares up every once in a while and it's the hottest fucking thing in the entire world. Unfortunately, for all of mankind, she bats for the other team. Well, she bats for the other team currently. From what I understand, she’s down with girls and guys. She dated Trent's brother a few years back and that was the end of all our chances. That fucker sent her right into the arms of her current girlfriend, Susan. She scares the living shit out of me. The bitch is crazy. She's actually taken a swing at me once for trying to fuck Ryleigh. So, now we just keep a casual friendship.

  "You know Ry, just because I let the fucker have the two chicks over there doesn't mean I'm off my game. Did you think maybe I already used them up? Because if I rack my brain hard enough, what did they tell me to call them when the three of us were fucking in my bed...AH! I remember. I believe it was the double-mint twins."

  Ryleigh lets out a ridiculous laugh as she tries to stop staring at the women sitting on Trent's lap, making out with each other on top of him.

  "That needs to be a gawddamned drink." She continues laughing while tears vault from her eyes.

  I laugh along, shrugging my shoulders.

  "Hey, what can I say? Trent's in for a wild ride with those two crazy broads." I pick my beer up, tipping it in a hats-off motion toward her.

  "So, how's my baby doing? Did ya paint her pink for me yet?" she asks me while leaning over the bar, giving me a clear view down her less-than-there top.

  I silently accept her offer, checking out those very expensive tits, and once again they don't disappoint. They're always dying for attention, and I'm happy to give it to them from afar. I can look, but I can’t touch. That’s what Ry’s girlfriend told me after she tossed a beer in my face.

  "You gotta stop calling her yours, Ry. She's not, and she'll never be painted pink. I couldn't do that to my girl. You’d have to paint her pink over my dead body."

  She lets out a small laugh. What she's referring to is my angel, my 2000 Harley Davidson Sportster. She's the only woman I can count on and she never complains when I wanna ride her for hours on end. I took Ry on it a couple times and she fell in love with her, too. She keeps begging me to paint it pink and hand her the keys. Not fucking happening.

  "Come on, Mac. It's the least you could do. Ya made me fall in love with her, only to take her away from me. Ya can't just do that shit. It's not fucking right, and as far as the dead body thing, I could probably arrange that if it’s what it will take." She places another bottle on the bar in front of me as I finish mine. I snatch the beer, tossing a twenty over to her.

  "Yeah, yeah. As much as I enjoy talking to you, you aren't gonna be the one naked in my bed tonight. I gotta go find someone who will be, unless you wanna fill the spot?" I tease, grinning wide at her.

  She huffs, walking away to the other customers, yelling over her shoulder.

  "In ya dreams buddy! Just make sure to wrap it up. No one needs another Mac Davis running around. The population of women would be fucked, literally and figuratively. And when ya decide which one of these lovely ladies you’ll be corrupting tonight, let me know. That way I can send the little scootch a drink."

  I laugh at her insult, spinning around on my stool and looking through the crowd. I spot a petite brunette watching me a few spots down at the bar. She's good looking enough for tonight. Brown hair down to her shoulders, big tits, and a slim waist. A little less ass than I normally go for, but she’ll do. I'm not in the position to be picky tonight. I'll take anything at this point.

  I signal Ryleigh, telling her to do the usual. She complies by making some fruity mixed drink and taking it over to the brunette. She raises her eyebrows at me, mouthing “That quick?” and I
nod my head at her. I watch Ryleigh lean over the bar, telling her who it's from. The brunette’s eyes light up and she makes eye contact with me from down the way. It's almost too easy. She grabs her drink off the bar and saunters over. Her friends giggle behind her and I immediately know I have a giggler on my hands. I just have to suck that shit up and deal with it tonight.

  "Thanks for the drink handsome," she moans as she rubs her hand on my arm.

  Game on.

  "Anything for a woman as beautiful as you. What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask, even though I really don't give a shit what it is.

  “My name's Ally. You have big muscles. They’re really hot. Do you box or something?” she purrs in my ear.

  “The name's Mac, sweetheart. And no, I’m not a boxer, or even a fighter. I’m a lover, and tonight I’m hoping to show you how good I am at exactly that.”

  She seems to enjoy my little line because she’s like a cat in heat now. Her tits push into my arm a little harder, and she leans down to nibble my earlobe. It’s exactly what I need from her for my cock to stem to life and forget all of the other shit in my head.

  “I think it’s sweet you’re a lover, and not a fighter. It’s sweet you’re gentle,” she coos.

  “Sweetheart, there isn’t a gentle bone in my body. Don't fool yourself. You wanna get outta here?” I ask her, already knowing the answer.

  “I thought you'd never ask.” She giggles, tightening her hold on my arm.

  After getting her out of the bar and into my truck, we get back to my apartment. When the front door closes behind her, the brunette strips off her thin piece of fabric she calls a dress. I take her small hand, leading her upstairs to my room. She makes herself comfortable as I start to take off my own clothes. This is the way I like it to go, fast and hard. A woman who wastes no time taking what she wants from me, and my girl for the night, Ally, wastes no time at all. She crawls to the end of the bed, unbuttoning my jeans for me, and pulling out my throbbing cock. Desire shows all over her face as she takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. I let out a groan as she picks up the pace, bobbing her head in a fast rhythm. I didn’t even have time to take my boots off yet, but this chick couldn't care less. She’s here for one thing and one thing only.

  “Keep going, sweetheart,” I say, encouraging her as I fist a handful of her hair a little harder than I mean to. A moan she makes lets me know she likes it a little rough, and lucky for her I’m in the mood to play her little game. I shove her away. My cock pops out of her mouth and she falls back onto the bed.

  “Turn around sweetheart; I want you on all fours. This is gonna be fast and hard, and you’re gonna take every inch of me, got it?”

  She stares at me as she maneuvers herself so her cute little ass is backed up against my front. I give her a hard smack on the ass and repeat it again.

  “You got it? You’re going to take every fucking inch of me like a good little girl, isn't that right?”

  She moans, her ass turning a shade of red.

  “Yes, yes. Please. Just give me your cock,” she begs.

  She taunts me by shaking her ass in front of me which earns her another smack. I bend down to fish a condom packet out of my jeans. Ripping it open and sliding it over myself, I position myself at her entrance and with one hard thrust, I’m inside her. She calls out my name the entire time. I feel her warmth squeeze and she lets out an over exaggerated scream which makes me want to roll my eyes. I pump into her harder, searching for my own release.

  “Fuck,” I groan, smacking her ass harder than before.

  I move inside her, a fast paced rhythm that has us both breathing heavy. I reach around her, taking her hard nipples in between my fingers, rolling them roughly.

  "OH GAWD," she yells underneath me. "Please, more, please."

  I love hearing them beg. It gives my ego the boost it needs. To have a woman totally under my spell is a powerful feeling. I need to feel like this. It’s the way I am.

  "Tell me what you want, baby," I command huskily near her ear.

  She shivers under me, coming close to her orgasm.

  "Harder, Mac. Please, I need you to fuck me hard. I can't hold on much longer."

  Her wish is my command. I take hold of both hips, pulling her back so she crashes into me with such force I worry for a second I’ll break her, but when she screams out, I know she loves every second. She wants my cock and she wants me to tear her apart as I give it to her.

  I pull back just enough to smack her ass again. This time, my hand print is left in a shade of red on her cheek. More cries come from her, cries of pleasure. I seem to push her over the edge because she screams out words I can’t quite hear as she cums all over me. I follow with my own, leaning down to lie on her back.

  “That was amazing,” she says, trying to catch her breath.

  “Yeah,” I state.

  I remove myself from her and get up, cleaning myself up before slipping my boxers back on. Ally is still lying in my bed naked. I feel myself getting a little ticked off. I look down at her and see in a normal light, she's not that good looking. She's young as hell. Obviously, she’s twenty-one since the college bars are strict with ID’s and scan them at least three times before anyone gets in. But, the longer I stare at her, the more I just want her to fucking leave. Having her in my bed is living proof I’ll pick up just about anything to stop thinking about Callie, even for a little while. It makes my infatuation for her real and fucking ridiculous. This isn’t me. I don’t think about women when they’re gone. They think about me when I’m gone.

  “All right, time to get going. I got work in the morning,” I tell her, hoping she believes me.

  The truth of the matter is I can show up to work anytime I want since I own the place, but I don’t want her knowing. Now I got what I wanted from her, I want her to get the fuck out. It’s time for her ass to hit the steps.

  “How am I gonna get home?” she asks, removing herself from my bed while searching for her panties.

  “I’ll call you a cab, and your dress is downstairs in front of the door. So, grab it on your way out,” I state flatly. She seems taken back by my cold shoulder, but I don’t give a shit.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of tool are you? You shove me out the door without even getting my number or anything?” she yells.

  I see her look around, her gaze falling on my wallet. These girls are all the same. They might as well be hookers. Every time I do this with one of them, they go right for where the green is. They say it’s for a cab, but let’s be honest; they want something for their service. Hell, if a green bill makes them get out, then by all means honey, take your cash.

  Ally reaches for my wallet on the dresser as if she already knows the routine. Maybe Trent already fucked her because he’s the only other guy I know who would give women money for a lay. I study her to make sure I didn't already fuck her myself once before, and I don’t think I did.

  “Nah, I’m not kidding. Look I had fun and everything, but I’m not interested in the cuddling and shit that comes after. I’ll see you around sometime.”

  I watch her grab a twenty out of my wallet and stalk toward me, raising her hand at me. Here it comes. She’s gonna try to hit me. Well, guess again, not gonna happen.

  As soon as she gets close enough, I reach out and grab her wrist with my hand before she can do it. She tries to break my hold, but she's having no luck. She lowers her face close to mine. Still naked from the waist up. She looks fucking ridiculous.

  “You’re a complete and total asshole. Your friend was a better fuck than you’ll ever be,” she seethes, spinning around and heading for my bedroom door.

  Well, that solves it. She fucked Trent, too. I should probably head down to the clinic tomorrow since Trent doesn’t discriminate who he fucks.

  A few minutes later, I hear the front door slam and I lie back on my bed, grabbing my phone from the night stand. Two in the morning and I’m not the least bit tired.

  We
ll, at least the crazy bitch is gone.

  After Mac left, Sierra, Evan, and I had some "family" time as we called it. We relaxed around the apartment and watched a couple of extremely girly movies. Evan decided it would be funny to pretend to suffocate himself with a pillow when the end credits rolled.

  After we put Evan through pure hell, Sierra took him upstairs to "make it up to him." Which by all means, he deserved. He sat through The Notebook and The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. That right there is love. The fact he cuddled his girlfriend while she bawled over romantic storylines and promises made by fictional characters was enough to melt my heart, even if he was a tad drunk by that time.

  At one point, I had to stop watching them because they were almost as cute as the couples in those movies. I felt jealousy sting me when he would whisper in her ear, and kiss her cheek. I want that. My mind wandered to what it would be like if I was the one who had a man to treat me like that. I mean what woman doesn't want a man who would give up everything he knew just to make her happy?

  I get myself comfortable in my bed, listening for any sign someone is still awake. Unfourtanely for me, the house is of total silence. It’s not something I enjoy unless I’m outside. I let out a deep calming breathe, hoping tonight won’t be like every other night. I send a little silent prayer to whoever is looking over me that I can actually sleep. Closing my eyes, my mind wanders, and I drift away to where I can be anyone I choose to be.

  "You look stunning, Cal. That dress was made for you."

  My self-conscious side subsides and I square my shoulders with new confidence. This is what I wish I could have from Derrick every day, not only on our anniversaries.

  "Thank you. You look handsome also."

  He stands across the living room dressed in a navy blue shirt which showcases his muscular build. It stretches against his chest like a second skin. Derrick has always been a handsome man. Even in high school he was a step above the rest of the guys: captain of the football team, top in the honor society, class valedictorian. You name the achievement, he had accomplished it throughout the years while I stood on the sidelines cheering him on.