by Billy Storm
Getting my job back at Pinkies and meeting Skye have been my highlights since coming home. Made a man—me, made me think that coming back hadn’t been such a bad thing. Now, I’ve probably fucked that up already. I’m not one of those kinda guys to play games with women. Not that she’d believe me now since it’s been almost a week since I said I would call.
Glancing over at Ryan passed out on the couch; I’ve never wanted to cold-cock him more. Not one fucking care in the world that his booze couldn’t solve. Not a one. He didn’t care that he was fucking with my life as well as his own. No, the fucker didn’t care about shit that didn’t involve a shot glass.
I know he’s sick, I know the fucking disease has taken over his life, but it’s now taking over mine. Looking at him as he sleeps off his last bender, Ryan almost looks normal; he looks okay, but I know it’s all bullshit. Knowing that I’d just pulled him outta the tub after spraying his own puke off his clothing tells me that he’s far from okay. This has to stop.
Ry’s hitting the booze harder than our father ever did, and that man is on his deathbed. Ryan could be there soon enough too. And, that scares the hell outta me. We’re brothers, and not only that, but he’s the last family I have left. Dad’s been dead to me for years, and Mom passed just over seven years ago from an aneurysm.
When Ryan wakes up this time, we are going to get this shit figured out. I refuse to help him out of his puke soaked clothing for the rest of my life. He’s going back into treatment, but this time he’s not coming home after a month. Nope, either he goes long term, or I’m outta here, and he can kill himself on his own time without an audience.
Now, I’m still confused about what to do with Skye. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I want to spend more time with her, but I don’t want to bring poison into her life—poison that is my alcoholic older brother. She doesn’t need that—any of that.
God, the way she smiles and the whole room lights up still bowls me over. I’ve yet to meet a more vibrant woman. The last thing she needs is my family tainting her, and Ry is the only family I have left I can’t give up on him just yet. That day is getting closer and closer. However, if I wait that long before going after Skye, it’ll be too late. Honestly? I don’t want to wait, I really don’t.
Fairly certain I can keep my lives separate, I decide there’s no way I’m waiting. When the day comes that I want to introduce my woman to my brother, I can only hope that Ry’s a full man again and not this empty shell of vile shit that reeks.
Decision made…tomorrow, I will call Skye and hope she’s not too pissed at me. Tomorrow, I will get Ry’s ass back into treatment where he belongs. My first day back at Pinkies is tomorrow as well. Jesus, my life has become a series of tomorrows, and I’m so fucking over it already.
**Skye**
My shift ends in just under two hours and forty-five minutes. Ugh…fucking finally. This has seriously been one long ass week. I’ve been in my townhome for almost a week now, and I love it. Mandy’s asked me to pick-up two of her shifts since Wednesday. I’m so over this diner that it’s not even funny. Forty-seven hours and need I remind you that this is only supposed to be a part-time job? Part-time, my ass. I’m exhausted, and I have to work at the club tonight.
My phone hasn’t stopped buzzing today. Jaden. Fucking Jaden. That’s just another shit storm of what-the-fuck-ever. What he wants with me is beyond confusing, but everyday he’s called or texted. One day, he showed up during the lunch rush. I had no time to deal with him, and I traded Sherry three of her tables just for his. Pawning him off may have been the coward’s way out, but I couldn’t really give a crap.
Jesus, just thinking of our phone sex has me blushing. I mean, come on. What does he think of me? First, I’m just some fat chick he insulted and stole fries from. Then, I’m some broad that he didn’t even have to pay four ninety-nine a minute to masturbate to. Class act—real class act I am, huh?
My phone buzzes again and I look at the screen and it clearly says “message from Asshole,” yup, that would be Jaden. Curiosity has me reading it.
Jaden: You either come to the gym today or I’ll meet you at Pinkies tonight.
Shit! I don’t need to deal with him at work, but the thought of Charlie handing him his own ass on a platter entertains me.
Skye: I’m leaving early tonight. I’ll stop by around ten-thirty.
Jaden: Perfect.
I don’t know if I’m mad at him for being such a pretentious jerk or at myself for giving into him. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I’m thinking that tonight we get a few things straight. Whatever our phone-sex thing even was is done. Not. Happening. Again. I’m just going to march into that damn gym and act like I know what the hell I am doing. Jaden can just accept what I’m going to say.
Two hours later, and the place is dead. Mandy finally made it in for one of her shifts this week. Doing my Friday night ritual, I slink into the restroom to change out of my uniform and wiggle into my jeans…I’m thinking they must’ve shrunk in the dryer…again. Anyhow, I change into my faded Seven jeans, and tonight I rock a Pinkies black and pink t-shirt. Letting my hair fall from the tight bun it’s been in all day—practically all week, it feels amazing as the stinging subsides. Darkening my makeup and finger combing my hair, I’ve transformed in a matter of minutes.
Stopping at my car, I toss my backpack inside and lock the doors again before starting toward Jaden’s gym. Yes, as a matter of fact, I do curse myself the whole damn way across the diner’s parking lot. I continue to curse myself as I make it across the street between the oncoming traffic. Taking one last deep breath, I pull the door open and step inside the cool and far too bright space. Music pouring from the speakers instantly makes me feel older than I am. This teenybopper crap motivates people? There’s a few patrons utilizing the workout equipment. Okay, okay, so I only know what a treadmill is and an elliptical machine—I have no idea what these other contraptions are, and they look far too complicated for me to even try and figure out.
I’m not blind, ya know? I see the looks I’m getting. Yeah, yeah, there’s a fat girl in your territory. I feel like I should tell them that a big ass is not contagious or something, but rather than give them a second glance, I head over to the desk to ask for Jaden.
“He’s in his office. Are you looking for a consultation?” The blonde is beautiful and looks like she could bench-press a Buick if need be.
“He’s expecting me,” I tell her and smile as I pick up a pen and tap it on the counter. Hell, I’m nervous. I fidget when I’m nervous. When she picks up the phone and presses one of the twenty buttons all while keeping her eyes locked on me, I feel the need to tell her my name. “It’s Skye—Jaden knows me.”
Hearing a door open just down the hall, I’m surprised to see Jaden heading straight for me. I wonder if Becky—it says on her name tag…I wonder if Becky sees what I see in Jaden’s eyes when he approaches me? Maybe I’m seeing shit. After all, Becky looks more like his type than I do.
“Good thing you showed up,” he says, and I don’t have to feign my surprise when he reaches for my hand and leads me back down the hallway. Becky watches our every step up until Jaden opens the door to his office. He all but pushes me inside before shutting the door with an audible click of the lock.
“Do you mind?” I ask. “Don’t push me around, asshole.”
His boisterous laughter echoes in the small room. “Do I mind?” I step in front of his desk and watch him as he leans against the door he just locked wearing the stupidest smirk on his face. “I do mind.” He steps closer. “I mind a helluva lot.” Another step, which causes me to back up against the cold metal desk. “You wanna know what I mind, Skye?” All I can do is nod as he reaches up, slips his right hand into my hair, and pulls it tight. “I fucking mind you avoiding me all week.” Then, his mouth is crushing mine, and when he pulls away, I gasp for the breath he stole.
“Don’t you fucking kiss me? I don’t even know you.” I spit out as I attempt to pull my head free
from his grasp.
“You know me. You know what I sound like when I come, and I know exactly how you sound when you finger fuck yourself—”
“Shut-up!”
He smiles at me like some fucking psycho. “I know exactly how your fingers sound going in and out of your dripping snatch too.” I can feel embarrassment cover my entire being, and I regret coming here, but then he kisses me again.
I haven’t been kissed like this in well…ever. His teeth nip my bottom lip, and suddenly, my mouth is battling his in a fight for dominance. He wants to be kissed? I’ll fucking kiss him—I’ll kiss the fuck out of him.
“I need to fuck you.” That’s all he says as his free hand drops to the button on my jeans. I think about fighting him—stopping him…but I don’t. No, I let him pop the button on my jeans and then, I let him lower my zipper.
WHAT AM I DOING?
In seconds, he’s pulling my jeans down my legs, and as I step out of them, I realize I’ve handed over complete control to him. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you come twice.” I watch as he drops his own pants to his knees. “Just like you did the other night on the phone—”
“Shut-up!” I’m going to do this—we’re going to do this, but I don’t want to listen to him. Without another word, he turns me around and pushes me down on the cold desktop. I should be pissed being manhandled like this, but I’m not. Not even close. When his fingers breech the black lace of my panties, I turn and whisper. “Condom—we need a condom!” I feel his whole body press against me when he leans over me to reach just inside the top desk drawer and pull out the foil package. I’m not even going to think about why he’s got them so accessible. His cock is pressed tight between my ass cheeks, and fuck, if it doesn’t get me hotter.
“You’re ready. Fuck! You’re thighs are getting wet.” He’s right, but still, I just want him to shut his mouth and fuck me already.
Lining up his cock-head against my pussy, he takes my wrists in his hands and pulls me back until it hurts. Fuck, it really hurts.
“Skye, look at me when I shove my cock into you.” I ignore his words and bite my lip to keep from screaming at him to just fuck me. “Look at me, goddammit!”
Turning my head and looking over my shoulder, I snap. “Fine, I’m looking at you!”
Jaden says nothing else when he rams into me with a force that shocks me. I cry out when I feel him slam home. Fuck, that stung but it’s a good sting. His eyes look hazy and unfocused; they resemble just how I feel. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Fuck, that really hurt!” Sucking in a breath. “Do it again.” Putting my heated forehead on the cold surface, it distracts me briefly from the burning between my thighs. He says something, maybe asked me something, but his words aren’t clear, and I don’t want to talk to him. “Shut up and fuck me,” I pant.
He slams into me hard. “Don’t tell me to shut up, sweetheart.”
I don’t know why I have this need to irritate him, but it’s almost like I can’t control it. “Shut up, sweetheart,” I say snidely, and the smile that follows isn’t forced—it isn’t fake.
Pulling my arms back harder, he responds with thrusts that are so violent that I almost tell him to stop…almost. God, I know this is sick, but I welcome each hard slap that our bodies make, and I crave each sweet burn when his cock hits me so deep I fear I won’t be able to walk later. The desk slides each time his groin meets my ass, and I have to stop myself from begging for more, pleading with him not to stop.
“Come for me, Skye,” he commands.
I risk looking back at him and his skin is flushed, there’s sweat running down his face and his mouth is clenched in a tight line. From this angle, he looks almost scary…dangerous but still so fucking hot.
His eyes lock on mine, and the crack of his hand on my ass shocks me in more than one way. First, I’ve never been spanked before and it has me about to come. “I knew you were one of those girls.” Dammit! He says that again, but I’m too far gone to even give a shit about what he’s talking about. “Come, Skye—fucking come now!” His voice is deep and hoarse as he demands my orgasm. This time he smacks me harder and in a different place. My body immediately begins to clench, tighten, and spasm.
“Oh fuck me!” I shout just before he releases my wrists and layers his body over mine to grip the other side of the desk.
“I am fucking you!” He uses his grip on the desk for leverage as he thrusts three more times before grunting in my ear as he comes. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel each pulse even trapped inside the latex. God, what I wouldn’t give to feel him come inside of me without the barrier.
What in the hell did I just do—what did we just do?
Chapter Nine
**Jaden**
I pull my dick from her body, and I’ve never regretted anything more. Her body is still shuddering with the aftershocks of her amazing climax, which gripped my dick like a fucking vise. Goddamn. I’ve never been inside a tighter pussy. Yeah, there goes my idea of fucking out this crazy attraction I have to her. Right now? Right the hell now, I know that there’s no fucking way I’m walking away from her after just once. Gimme a minute, and I’ll be ready for a repeat.
Nobody has ever fought me so much. But, that only made her surrender twice as sweet. That mouth—that sassy mouth has me waiting not so patiently for the day I get my dick in it.
Pulling the condom off, I’m amazed at the amount filling the tip of the latex balloon. Jesus, had I ever come so much? That thought has my mind going places immediately. Like Skye on her knees, her tits covered with my come and I can already tell she’s one of those girls that would get off with me painting that pretty face of hers too.
Pulling up my track pants and boxer briefs, I turn and take her in. Just the sight of her all disheveled and looking the part of a woman just fucked, I can’t refrain from smiling. Whatever it is? She’s got it, I swear. The woman draws me in like a fucking magnet. Taking a second to enjoy the show, I watch as she straightens her clothing and attempts to tame her wild hair. All that hair…all that hair looks like it’s been pulled and tousled carelessly. Not one fucking drop of guilt hits me, and I feel my chest expand. Yeah, I did that and when she finally turns in my direction and looks at me? I know I put that dazed look in those sinful green eyes of hers.
I can see it already. “You’re going to freak out on me aren’t you?” Fuck! I watch as she fights some kinda internal war against herself. I knew it—I just fucking knew it. Yet, I don’t give a shit because I’m still floating from my orgasm. “Skye, don’t do this. We wanted each—”
“I wanted nothing!”
“Bullshit! It was your mouth against mine, and it sure as shit was your pussy trying to swallow my cock.” When she gasped, I stepped toward her. “I felt every time that snatch tightened around me. You can’t fake that shit.” Guilt might have not hit me, but I witnessed the very moment it hit her. “C’mon, we’re adults here.”
When she sighs, my eyes are drawn straight to her tits. Damn, how had I not had those beauties in my hands? My mouth? Just thinking about them has me drooling.
“You’re right; we’re adults. Sex is just sex, and we’ve scratched the itch…so to say. Now, we can forget it ever happened and—”
“And nothin’.” What the fuck are you doing? She’s giving you an out! Do I want an out? I don’t think I want an out…not just yet anyhow. “We ain’t done, Skye.” I try not to laugh when I see her eyes widen in shock, and to tell the truth, I’m more than a little shocked at the words that come outta my mouth. “You can’t tell me that you don’t want more of that?” She shrugs—all she fucking does is shrug. “That was the king of the quickies; imagine what we’d do in a bed or on a kitchen counter or what’ll it be like when I fuck you in the shower.” Arousal is written all over her face, and I can’t blame her; I’m hard again myself.
She says nothing for the longest time, and I just wait for her like a goddamn puppy.
“You’re clea
n, right?”
Last thing I expected to come out of those lips. “Of course I am. What the hell does that mean?”
“I know I should’ve asked before, but I got caught up in the moment and I just wasn’t thinking, I guess.”
“You were thinking…you were thinking about getting some good dick.” Call me an egotistical bastard, but it was true, and throwing some bullshit question like that at me? It pissed me off that she obviously thought I was some petri dish of bacteria.
I’d worked up a good mad when her movement catches my eye, and I look up to see her just inches from the door. Like hell. “Skye!” I push the door shut just as she opens it, and press my body up against hers. Just the feel of her full round ass against my groin has me swallowing repeatedly. I know what that ass looks like when I’m pounding into her; every bounce was hotter than the one before. “I’m clean.” Turning her to face me, I ask, “Why are you running?”
“I’m not running, Jaden.”
She has this softest skin I’ve ever felt, and I can’t stop myself from nuzzling her ear. Without shame, I inhale that scent she has—that only Skye has. It’s flowery but sweet smelling and completely intoxicating. I nip on her earlobe, just above the silver hooped earring. “Why are you running? This time, tell me the truth.” Feeling her shudder makes me smile, and instantly I forget about the anger I had just minutes ago. “Tell me.”
“I don’t want to be here—”
“Yes, you do, sweetheart. I can feel it in your body.” She tasted delicious along her neck, and that stubborn chin of hers is as sexy as it is entertaining. I bite it. “It pisses you off that you want to be with me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I think I can get rid of that anger for ya.” Slipping my hand up her shirt, I find her nipple hard as a rock. Mad my ass. “Maybe you’re pissed I neglected these babies, or I didn’t kiss you enough, huh?”