Hate Sex

by Billy Storm

  Okay, so maybe I like the way she looks at me one second like she wants me dead, but soon enough she’s begging me to fuck her. I’ve never been with a woman so inhibited. Most chicks wanna make you believe that they’re open to anything in bed but when the time comes it’s a whole different story. Plus, there’s no faking it with her. She isn’t going to act like I’m some sex God and then go home and masturbate just so she climaxes. The other day in the garage, she didn’t come—I was being a bastard and I knew she hadn’t come and honestly, I didn’t want her to. I wanted her achy and uncomfortable, and fucking A I wanted her needing me.

  For some damn reason, I needed those words from her. I wanted those full ass lips saying she was mine—I mean, that her pussy was mine. But did she? Fuck no. She refused over and over and basically told me off as my dick was buried deep inside of her. It pissed me off. She pissed me off. I’ve heard her orgasm on the phone and I’ve felt her orgasm when I was clenched inside those tight ass pussy walls of hers, and I didn’t want her coming. Yeah, I was bitter. Truth is I’m not used to not getting what I want and I wanted her complete submission and I wanted her admission that I owned her. Fine, there it is…I want to completely own her. Not as in his and hers towels and shit but only in bed or on a desk or on the hood of my goddamn car.

  Yeah, my car there’s another reminder I see every fucking day. There’s a nice little inch long or so scratch from where her ring scraped along the paint. And, the killer part? I’m not even pissed. No, I get hard every time I look at the scratch like some fuckin’ perv. It’s a Mercedes for chrissake. Thing is? I’d fuck her thirty times over and let her scratch my hood every time if she’d let me.

  Skye is basically haunting me. She’s put her mark on my car, I replay the other day each time I pull in or outta my garage. I swear I can still smell her in my office. She’s invading my thoughts. Yesterday, I was spotting for a client while bench pressing and I asked him if he wanted a lift off and then I completely spaced. Only when Todd said my weight a couple of times did I realize my hands were gripped on the bar. I don’t fucking hold ever, I follow.

  It’s just so confusing. We make no sense, but when I’m inside her? I can’t think of anywhere else I want to be. Nothing else makes sense but me and her and that moment. I’m starting—who am I kidding? I’m way past starting to need to see her. And no, I don’t like it one fucking bit.

  Once again, she is ignoring my calls and text messages. Although, this time I can’t really blame her. I was pissed, okay. Damn straight I know it was shitty of me to leave her body on fire and not give her the orgasm I know—oh I fucking know I could’ve. Why the woman has to be so damn stubborn is beyond me. I’ve caved into the fact that I want her. Why can’t she admit she feels the same toward me? Trust this, when she’s meeting me thrust for thrust? That pussy’s mine. Skye’s mine. And she’d do best to say it when I tell her to.

  So maybe I was more than a little pissed when I dropped her back off at the diner that night. Hey, she was ticked too, but I’d be miffed to if I hadn’t come. Boy oh fucking boy had I ever came. I never, ever take a bitch without latex. How in the hell I forgot blows my mind. Once again…just Skye. There was no way I could stop by the time she’d realized I was bare either. Fuck. Thing is? I’d fuck her thirty times over raw again. It took all I had not to fuck her again after I saw my come leaking out of her pussy when I pulled out. Fact is, I had to leave her in the garage while she dressed because all I wanted was to fuck her again until she and I came together like we had at the gym.

  Three days is long enough, hell, it’s all I can handle. She can still be pissed if she wants, but she can throw that attitude around while my dick’s inside of her because it’s a fucking turn on. One minute she looks at me like she hates me but soon enough her eyes roll back and I know that Skye’s where I want her.

  Picking up my phone, I do exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do…again. I text Skye once more.

  Jaden: “We need to talk, Skye.”

  For the first time in three days, she responds and the alert surprised me because I didn’t expect her to answer. Like the 20 times before.

  Skye: “We have nothing to talk about. Lose my number. Forget my name.”

  Like hell!

  Jaden: “Bullshit. You come to me before seven or I’m coming to you.”

  Skye: “I’m blocking your number. Stay away from me.”

  Jaden: “Knock the shit off. See you by seven.”

  Message send failure.

  I hit re-send.

  Message send failure.

  FUCK!

  She seriously blocked me. Without thinking, I throw my phone and watch as the eight hundred dollar explodes against my office wall. Dammit! I’ve only had that phone for a few weeks.

  ******

  Watching the big hand on the clock hit the twelve and then the one, two, three, I feel my pulse rising. It’s now well past seven and no sign of Skye. Did you really expect her to come to you? No, no I didn’t. The broad has more stubbornness than is good for her. And, yet I’m hooked on her. Like some fucking fiend, I watched the clock all damn day. Every time the bell sounded, I stared at the door to see if it was the black haired woman herself. No, it wasn’t—it never was. I’ve pushed my body to its fucking brink today. I didn’t have any clients after three, and I couldn’t stand to be in my office any longer. The million pieces from my phone ridiculed me all afternoon so I worked out.

  I jumped rope, I ran nine miles on the treadmill, I benched fifteen pounds over my top weight, and still all I can think of is Skye. Fuck. I grab the back of my sweat-drenched shirt and pull it off on my way to the locker room. She wants to do this the hard way? Fine. But fuck, I reek and Skye and I have a little date after my shower.

  “Hopping in the shower and then I’m taking off. Lock up when you leave, Becks,” I yell over my shoulder as I push open the door to the locker room.

  “No problem, boss,” Becky answers.

  Fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling off Forrester and turning onto Fifth. No doubt she’s working at the club tonight. Last place I want to go, but here goes nothing.

  As I approach the corny ass neon pink lights of Pinkies, I say a silent prayer I make it outta here without the ‘roid apes fist prints on my face. And, I’m not a religious man. I take a deep breath and head toward the front door with my cover charge in my hand and a fucking wish in the other.

  Chapter Fifteen

  **Skye**

  He doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s waiting for his chance to corner me. No way in hell am I going to take his drink order. If Jaden wants a drink he can go to the bar and get one from Nate himself. Thank God, Rhett isn’t working tonight. That’s all I need. Yeah, yeah, I know I did it to myself. Well…that’s not completely true. Rhett’s been firing me up daily for weeks now and he’s yet to seal the deal. It’s not an excuse and I’m not even going to pretend that it justifies my behavior, it doesn’t. But, on the other hand Jaden’s given me what my body needed when Rhett hasn’t. I hate myself right now.

  This is what I do and what I’ve been doing. I tell myself how wrong I am and then I think of all these reasons that have brought me to this fucked-up situation. Morally? I’m screwed. Physically? I’ve taken what I needed from Jaden while my head and heart took what I needed from Rhett.

  It’s over. I ended it—whatever the hell it was with Jaden. I want Rhett and I’m willing to risk his rejection. There it is…the truth. I’m waiting, just waiting for Rhett to reject me. Sure he acts like I’m the one he wants, but don’t guys usually try to sleep with the ones they want? Hell, they’ll sleep with the ones they don’t want. There’s no doubt that he likes me. But I’m not sure he wants me. His kisses tell me he does, but every time he walks out my door leaving me wanting? Doubt sneaks in and takes hold and I’ve let it lead me into Jaden’s arms of all people. No more.

  Rhett is coming back tomorrow. He’d left four days ago to some family thing with Ryan at his Pasadena rehab fa
cility. Every night he’s called and we’ve talked for hours. I’ve learned so much about him during our phone calls, and I’ve shared so much with him as well. The last thing I want to do is hurt him and if he does care as much as he claims to, I made the decision that whatever it is Jaden and I were doing is done. Completely. Done. The risk of losing Rhett if he ever found out is far too great than some quick fucks.

  When I hear the open bars of Twisted Sister’s “I Wanna Rock” I know that Candy’s hitting the stage. Jesus, would the woman die if she picked a song not from the 80’s? Probably.

  Risking him seeing, I glance at Jaden’s table, but it’s empty. Where in the hell?

  “Looking for someone, sweetheart?”

  I gasp and almost drop my tray.

  “You know you make a similar sound when I first slip my dick inside you?”

  “Get the fuck away from me, Jaden!” I say through clenched teeth, my heart racing as much from fear as adrenaline. Not fear that he’ll hurt me, but fear I won’t be strong enough to resist him once again. Then, I think of Rhett, and I know I can. He’s admitted that he’s kept me at a distance because he’s afraid of screwing up whatever is happening between us.

  “You didn’t follow my orders today—”

  “I don’t follow orders.”

  And there’s that damn mocking laugh of his again. “Oh I noticed, Skye. Believe me, I’ve noticed.” His growl all but has me combusting. My shameless body clenches remembering the last time I heard that same growl as he came deep within my body. I’d never had a man come inside me without a latex barrier before. I’ll admit I fucking loved it and want it again, but not with him. No, not with Jaden, but with Rhett.

  “Fuck you!” I all but scream at him before I walk away.

  Tossing my tray on the bar top, I find Nate. “Tell Cal I didn’t feel well and I had to leave.” Without looking, I know Jaden is approaching, I feel him. “I’ll make up my remaining 45 minutes tomorrow. Kennedy can cover my tables—“

  “What’s goin’ on, Sunny?” His eyes leave mine and land on something—rather someone over my shoulder. Jaden. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I just got this stomach thing. Maybe something I ate earlier. Night, Nate.” He nods, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me.

  This time I don’t risk glancing at Jaden, I know he’s not far behind me when I head toward the back. No way in hell will Charlie let him backstage.

  Grabbing my jacket and backpack, I head out the backdoor toward my car tonight instead of the front door. Trying to avoid the puddles of rain water quickly forming in the pothole riddled backlot of Pinkies, I make it to my car in record time and soon enough I’m cruising down Oakly about to turn on Fifth headed home.

  The rain is really picking up and I’m just hoping we don’t get hail. The last thing I need is to deal with my insurance company and my hefty deductible right now.

  Waving at the security guard as he opens the gate I fake the smile I give him. My nerves are strung tight and my mind is racing right now. Rhett wasn’t there tonight, but what if he was? What if Jaden comes back tomorrow or the next day or the next day after that? Fuck! How did I get myself in this mess?

  Once in my garage, I sit as the rain pounds, and I get lost in thought as the sound begins to calm me. It’s beautiful, the storm outside is beautiful. It hits me…I don’t deserve beautiful. Rhett calls me beautiful, he’s beautiful. Resting my head against my steering wheel, I let the tears come. I’ve been fighting them since Jaden drove me back to my car three days ago in complete silence. I’ve fought them after I hung up the phone after talking to Rhett for hours. I’ve fought them when the guilt hit me so strong I thought I was going to vomit. I just can’t fight them anymore. Rhett’s admission that he hasn’t taken our physical relationship further because he’s scared to move too fast, too early haunts me.

  A lough crack of lightning has me bolting upright and the scream leaves my lips before I can stop it when I see Jaden standing in the rain behind my car through the rearview mirror.

  Getting out of my car, I slam the door. “How did you get in here?” I yell.

  “Told the guard I was following you but lost you on the highway,” he says as he stalks closer.

  Some fucking security. “Get out! You are not welcome here, asshole!”

  And…he smiles, he actually smiles. “Haven’t been called that in a few days, I missed it.” He shakes his head and rainwater drips from the ends of his hair. “I’ve missed you.” His eyes never leave mine as he leans in and kisses me with a force that’s downright painful.

  Pushing him away, I scream again. “Get out!”

  Jaden gives me a sinister smile and kisses me again. Pulling me against him, he holds tighter when I attempt to pull away from him. His hips press against mine and I feel his arousal against me. Memories of him fucking me until I scream on his desk start to replay in my head.

  Rhett. I think of Rhett. “Leave,” I whisper, hoping he hears the desperation in my voice. “Please, leave me alone.” I can hardly get it out.

  Jaden’s hands drop to his side and he steps back a single step while looking at me as if he really sees me for the first time. Clearing his throat, he rubs his hand over his jaw that is now covered in a dark five o’clock shadow, and I notice that the always-primped meticulously good-looking Jaden is gone. In his place is a man that looks exhausted, desperate, and ticked.

  I don’t even get a chance to process the visual in front of me; Jaden is flying backward and slamming up against the wall in my garage. The sound of Rhett’s fist hitting him in the face breaks the brief silence.

  **Rhett**

  I pull up and see a Mercedes parked in Skye’s driveway and wonder who it is. Probably one of the girls from the club, I imagine. Walking up her driveway, I stop dead in my tracks when I see some man with his lips pressed against hers. My heart stops—just fucking stops. I stand there like a dumbass just watching as the woman I’m falling for kisses another man until I see her whisper something to him and he takes a step back. I instantly see his arousal and everything just goes red. Complete. Fucking. Red.

  Before I even realize what happened, I have him pinned and my fist meets with his face more than once before he lands a hit on my right temple. Fucking southpaws get me every damn time. It’s enough that he knocks me off balance and soon enough we’re fighting with each other like some goddamn MMA fighters in the driveway as we’re getting doused with rain.

  “Rhett!” I hear Skye scream. “Jaden, stop!” His name is Jaden? “Stop!” Suddenly, I see one red Chuck Taylor fly past my head and hit this punk’s chin, snapping his head backward and knocking his body off me. Sitting up, I see blood dripping from the guy’s mouth before Skye is helping me up, mumbling incoherently.

  Grabbing her arm none too softly, I bark at her. “Who the fuck is this, Skye?” I expect her to say—no, I pray she says that she doesn’t know, that he attacked her, that he’s a crazy ex that she can’t stand. But she says none of those things. Barely audible, she says, “Jaden.”

  “Yeah, I heard his name. Who the fuck is JADEN?” I yell, my temper quickly rising and rising.

  She says nothing for what feels like forever, and I see her struggling with some internal battle.

  “The truth, Skye!” When she jumps at my volume, I realize I don’t care.

  “Better question, brother, is who the fuck are you?” With blood dripping from his mouth, I see his face for the first time.

  “Don’t I know you?” I ask as I study his face, then, it hits me. “The gym on Forrester, right?”

  He nods. “Yeah, that’s me.”

  Looking from Skye with her eyes wide and jaw slack, I also see fear looking back at me. “You wanna tell me why the hell you had your mouth on my girlfriend?” I ask him, but I never take my eyes from her face.

  “Your girlfriend?”

  “Yeah, MY girlfriend.”

  “Girlfriend?” Skye whispers, looking confused. What the hell did she think sh
e was?

  For some reason, I know what’s coming before he says anything.

  He laughs and I watch as he smears the blood from his mouth onto the front hem of his shirt. “Well, I’ve been fucking YOUR girlfriend, I guess.”

  Yep, I didn’t expect those words, but either way, same outcome. I want to punch his face in. I want to crush his fucking skull but most of all? I want the pain deep within my chest to stop. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Still not breaking eye contact with Skye, I watch as the tears stream down her face and I don’t have the slightest inclination to wipe them away. Good, I hope they fucking burn. I hope her chest feels like mine, only worse.

  Finally, I have to look away when she starts repeating over and over again how sorry she is. She’s sorry, all right.

  “It was a mistake, Rhett! I want you, not him, I don’t even like him!” she cries.

  This time, I laughed. None of this is funny, but come the fuck on. “You don’t even like him?”

  Skye shakes her head.

  “You don’t like him but you’re fucking him?”

  Those green eyes have a cloud over them and shine nowhere near as bright as they normally do, and for the briefest second I almost feel sorry for her.

  “It was only twice—”

  “Well, I fucked you on my desk but then, I fingered you against—”

  “Shut up!” she screams shoving the jerk-wad back.

  Rubbing my hands over my rain soaked face doesn’t bring me any comfort. Knowing that this man has had his cock, his fingers, inside of my Skye, kills me; it’s fucking killing me.

  “While I was going to fucking family therapy with my alcoholic brother you were here fucking this douchebag?”

  “No! No, no,no! This was before, I swear it.”

  “I haven’t fucked her in three days, dude.”