by M. B. Feeney
I forced a weak smile and then sat the glass back down in front of me, running my finger slowly along the lip of the glass. Heat pulsated through me as Will's hand came to rest on my own, stilling my movements. I looked up into his eyes finding nothing but lust there. It shocked me a little, but ignoring my inner good girl, I left the glass alone and leant over to kiss him.
An explosion of whiskey and a hint of smoky steak hit me, along with the scent of Will as our tentative kiss deepened. Without breaking away, he slid off his stool and stood in front of me. I moaned at the loss of his lips on my own as he undid my jeans and pulled them down my legs before he gently lifted me up onto the solid bar. I shivered as my bare skin touched the cold wood, but I soon forgot as I watched the top of Will’s head as he bent to take off my boots allowing him to remove my jeans completely. He looked up at me as he ran his hands up my legs slowly until he reached the top of my thighs and just stopped. I could have fucking beaten him with a pint glass, then he grinned at me and began moving his hands again. The jolt of shock that ran through me as he stroked my clit oh so softly made me jump.
“More?” He murmured. Before I could answer, he hooked my knees over his shoulders and began to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Jesus Christ!” I shouted as he began to press harder. I couldn’t keep myself upright, so I let my body lie flat on the bar. As he continued to tease me with his tongue and occasionally his teeth, I felt him slide a finger inside my wetness. I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking as I neared orgasm. “I’m gonna...”
“Let go Zoe. I want to see you come undone.” As soon as he stopped speaking, he started teasing me again, encouraging me to come; and I did.
I couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm had me screaming and bucking so much. Will licked my clit one more time before climbing onto the bar and hovering above me. I looked at him through hooded eyes as my breathing began to slow down. I stifled a slight yawn, but he saw it.
“No way. I’m not finished yet; I want to make you scream again.” He kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips and tongue. He pulled back and removed his trousers and boxers. I watched as he rolled a condom on, and before I knew it, he was between my legs and kissing me again. “Ready to scream for me?” He murmured in my ear. I nodded my head once and he slid into me with ease.
I raised my hips off the now warm wood as he began to thrust into me. I moaned as he raised himself up onto his knees, freeing his hands to grab my hips to pull me closer to him and control our speed.
I gripped the edges of the bar as I felt my orgasm building again. I had never come so quickly after already experiencing a climax before, so it felt even more intense. Will was slamming into me now, and his moans joined mine. His fingers dug into my skin harder and harder until his body stiffened; he yelled out my name as he came with force. He continued to pump into me which allowed me to come again just as he ran out of energy and collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bar.
“Jesus Christ woman.” His words were lost as he fought to catch his breath. “That was...” I was quite proud that I was able to render him speechless.
“It was indeed.” Both of us froze at the voice that came from the other side of the pub.
Please God, no. Not him. Anyone but him. I was scared to look, but felt Will turn his head.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He spat at Preston. I couldn’t believe he had walked in on us having amazing sex on the bar of my pub. Wait... what if he’d been here the whole time. I groaned. “And can you at least let us get dressed.” I saw Preston out of the corner of my eye turn his back on us, allowing Will to pull out of me to put his trousers back on. He then helped me down and passed me my clothes. I mumbled my thanks and pulled them on before pouring myself another drink.
“Nice jeans, but you look better without them.” Preston smirked at me. I didn’t respond, I just looked at him. I felt like a bitch. I had just had amazing sex with Will who was stood with his arm placed around my waist, yet I was basking in the gaze Preston was placing me under.
“You didn’t answer my question. What are you fucking doing here? The pub’s closed.” Will was almost shaking with anger.
“Woah calm down stud. As I rushed over here to try and sort things out with my best friend, I kind of left myself with nowhere to stay. Casey let me use her room in the apartment upstairs.”
I was going to kill Casey.
“I was just falling asleep when I heard yelling. How was I to know that you were getting lucky with an honest to God Playboy Bunny.” The shock at what he called me made me choke on my whiskey. Will patted me on the back until I was able to breathe again.
“What did you call me?” I sat down on the bar stool, extremely aware that Preston had most likely seen my arse, if not more.
“Like I could forget that outfit, and the woman in it.” His tone was matter of fact and while Will seemed to get more and more pissed off, I found myself getting more turned on. More at Will’s reaction rather than Preston’s words, thankfully.
“Dude... seriously?” Will’s voice shook with anger. I took hold of his hand and squeezed it to calm him down. “Are you coming onto my woman while yours is God knows how many miles away looking after your son?”
Because Preston never broke eye contact with me, I saw the flash of hurt that flitted across them. Then what Will had said registered.
“Your woman?” I kept my voice even, but surely, he remembered the conversation we’d had earlier. “Since when?” He had the good grace to look ashamed. I let go of his hand and stood up. “I’m tired and there’s too much testosterone flying around in here. I’m going to bed.” Both men looked at me. “Alone. Will, you better go.”
I was sad at the thought of him leaving, but I couldn’t cope with this tonight. He nodded. I looked at Preston. “And you. Better find yourself a hotel or something tomorrow. I’ll let you stay in Casey’s room tonight, but that is exactly where you stay.”
“Yes ma’am.” He saluted me before heading back upstairs. I walked Will to the door.
“I’m sorry about that. What a way to ruin what was slowly becoming a pretty perfect night.” Will spoke softly. He wasn’t wrong, but my exhaustion was becoming all consuming.
“It wasn’t your fault.” I smiled softly at him.
“But?”
“But, I thought we agreed there was nothing serious going on here. Why the peacock show for Preston?” I leaned up against the door looking at him.
“It’s instinctive I guess. I mean, he’s Preston Freaking Seabrook. Cause of many a woman’s wet dreams, yours included no doubt.” I opened my mouth to challenge that statement. “Wait, I’m not accusing you of anything. I saw how you looked at him when he first arrived, and I knew you were a ‘Preston girl’, still are if your Facebook photos are anything to go by.”
“That’s called fantasy land. You really thought I used to sit behind a fake profile and plan how I was going to snag him? I’m a realist. I talk the talk, and walk the walk online, but at the end of the day I know who I am.”
I took a breath, to try and regulate my tone of voice.
“Look at this thing between us. We both know it’s temporary, and will be over as soon as you go back to L.A. Why can’t we just enjoy it for what it is?”
“Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry again.” He kissed me gently. “You’re wrong though.” I raised an eyebrow. “I also saw the way he looked at you, and not just tonight. If he could, he would.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket and walked towards his car. “I’ll call you soon.”
I took a deep breath and let myself into the flat; what a night. If I’d had that reaction from him the last time I was in the presence of Preston, I’d have been the happiest person who had ever logged into twitter. Now, I was just confused. I locked the door, and went into the kitchen to make a drink.
“He didn’t talk his way upstairs?” I jumped a mile in the air as I realised Preston was sat in the dark, smoking a cig
arette.
“Jesus Christ. Creeper much? And no, he didn’t. I told you, I’m going to bed alone. I just want a drink and a smoke first.” I lit my own cigarette as I sipped my almost empty glass of whiskey.
“So, you made him leave when he was still horny as hell?” He chuckled, making me roll my eyes.
“You know, as well as I do, that horny was one thing he was not.”
“True, you certainly scratched that itch. So why did you give him hell for calling you his woman?” I walked out of the kitchen before turning around.
“If you want a bed for the night, I suggest you mind your own business. Particularly as, like Will said, you have a family back home.”
“Just goes to show what he knows then doesn’t it.” I nearly turned back to face him and ask what he’d meant, but forced myself to go into my room, his words ringing in my ears.
I woke up panicking that I’d overslept and was late for work until I remembered it was Sunday, and the pub was closed for the entire day. I stretched out in my bed in bliss. My body ached in a delicious way, reminding me of the time I had spent with Will the day before. Smiling, I thought back on the show, dinner, and our walk through the dark London streets.
Today was going to be a lazy day... maybe catch up with some laundry and read... or watch DVDs. I clambered out of bed, relishing the ache between my legs and decided to have long soak in a steaming hot bath, a delicious cup of tea, before being slightly domesticated.
I padded along the hall towards the bathroom where I started running the bath, adding some bubbles for decadence, then went into the kitchen to make a drink. I sat at the small table and tried to shift the fog of morning brain. Drink made, cigarette smoked, I went back into the bathroom which was full of steam. I placed my drink on the edge of the bath, stripped off my pyjamas, and stepped into the hot water with a sigh.
I’d just finished my cup of tea and was soaking away the week and last night’s aches and pains when there was a knock on the door.
“Any chance of taking a leak?” Preston’s voice filtered through.
How the hell could I forget he was here? And oh fuck... He... shit!
“Right now?”
“Unless you want me to pee in the kitchen sink, yeah now.”
Ewwww. I pulled the shower curtain across the length of the bath to hide myself and told him to come in. “I would have asked if you were decent, but that would have been a rhetorical question.” He said as he walked in.
“Fuck you.” My body was tense from trying not to move around as I heard him do his thing. My life was getting more and more surreal by the moment and I refused to even consider looking around the curtain when I heard him flush, close the lid, and sit down. “Er... haven’t you finished?”
“I have, but I thought it would be nice to chat.” What the hell?
“Dude, I’m in the bath.” I stated the obvious.
“Yeah, and? I can’t see anything.”
“That, as you well know, is not the point!” I snapped. “Look, give me ten minutes and I’ll be out. This is kind of freaking me out.” He laughed, and left me to wash.
Exactly ten minutes later, I was dried, dressed, and sat in my living room with Preston Seabrook drinking coffee and eating Nutella on toast. Well, I was eating, Preston was just drinking and smoking cigarette after cigarette.
“What’s up?” His nervousness was palpable and was driving me crazy.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. You’re like a cat on a hot tin roof. Either leave me to my chill day or spill.” I picked up the DVD remote for effect.
“Can’t a guy want to spend time in the company of a beautiful woman?”
“Not when they smoke about twenty cigarettes in five minutes, filling the room with a haze. So, unless you want to sit through my running commentary on my favourite chick flick, I’d suggest you fess up.”
“I’ll leave you to your day off. It’s fine honestly. I shouldn’t be lumbering a stranger with my problems. I’ll head off to see if I can get a room in a hotel. Thanks for the bed.” I watched him stand up and walk towards the door.
“Hey.” I called out, causing him to stop, but not turn around. “Look, you don’t have to tell me anything, but there is obviously something going on. If you want to talk, you know where I am.”
He walked out of the room, but rather than leaving the flat, he headed towards Casey’s room. Thinking he needed space, I turned back to the TV and pressed play on the remote.
“I thought you were watching chick flicks.” Preston’s voice ten minutes later frightened the crap out of me as I watched my favourite action film.
“I couldn’t cope with the emotions, I needed pure action.” I grinned. “I thought you were leaving.” I didn’t sound harsh as I made the statement, at least I thought I didn’t.
“I was just tidying up Casey’s room. My mom always told me to leave a place how I find it.”
“So, it’s a complete dump then?” I joked, trying to make him relax. it seemed to work as he smiled back and sat back in the chair. I paused the DVD. “Look, as uncomfortable as it is having you sitting in here after last night, I can see something’s wrong and that you need to talk about it.”
“Sam said you were good.” He lit yet another cigarette and smiled wryly. I didn’t say anything, knowing he was pretty much ready to fill the silence himself. I just lit my own smoke, and picked up my now cold cup of tea.
“Want a drink?” I stood up and went into the kitchen after he nodded. As he didn’t follow me, I used the time alone to shoot off a quick text to Casey chewing her out for not letting me know about Preston using her bed for the night while I brewed up. Once I was done, I took a deep breath and went back into the living room. Preston was sat, with his head in his hands.
“Right, you obviously need to talk to someone, and for some reason, the someone seems to be me which is very cool, but you have to actually tell me what’s wrong.” I hadn’t planned on sounding so harsh, but it seemed to resonate with him as he began to talk.
“Ever since I left the band, things haven’t been the same. Well, even before then if I’m honest. Not only did I lose two of my best friends, but people I consider family. Sam, Will, the others... Only Johnny stayed in constant contact, even when he was working on other stuff. I was being attacked left right and centre online as well as going through stuff at home, is it any wonder my life went to shit?” He was beginning to sound angry, so I passed him another cigarette without saying a word. “I did love Melanie, I really did.”
Melanie Stevens, the mother of Preston’s son, was a former adult film actress who had gone to one of Cosmic Tush’s shows. She’d caught Preston’s eye, and within a month, were an item. The fans went apeshit, slagging her off online, directly tweeting him. Then, after three months of dating, they confirmed she was pregnant. All went to hell in a handbasket which prompted him to leave the band and close himself off from the public eye.
“Did?”
“Did... do. I don’t know. Everyone has an opinion, but we really were happy. Yes, the baby wasn’t planned, but we made the most of it, and got on with preparing for his arrival. I was so damn happy, but the constant hate being aimed at the both of us started to take the sheen off it all which no couple should have to go through. When my boy finally arrived, we both forgot about all the shit and became the family we should have been from day one. We even talked about getting married, but neither of us felt as if it were a necessity at that particular time.”
This came as a shock. They’d managed to keep that tidbit off the internet, which I was glad about. I could just imagine the reaction to that. Cosmic Tush fans had a happy knack of discovering the most obscure information about the guys, so the fact Preston and Melanie had been able to keep that under wraps was a minor miracle.
“But... there’s a but isn’t there?”
“Isn’t there always?” He went on to tell me about the arguments caused by them constantly being in each other’s pockets. He did
n’t have any tours to be part of, and she was no longer working in the adult film industry. They’d escaped to Louisiana for a while to visit his family, and that helped for a while. Melanie’s family weren’t living in the US, so it was hard for them to be involved.
“So, what’s next?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
“I came out here for two reasons. Not only did I want to finally have the balls to catch up with Sam and sort our shit out, I wanted to give Mel some space. We both agreed that a short break would be a good thing, give the both of us the chance to assess what’s happening with our relationship. Whatever happens, our son will always come first to both of us. We want everything to be civil.”
“That makes sense.” I had no clue. I’d never been in a serious relationship, despite being the grand old age of twenty-eight, and I certainly didn’t have any kids. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted any.
“It does, I know it does, but…”
“You want to make it work?”
“Yeah, I really do. I think if we took our time, really got to know one another properly, we’d be great.”
For the first time since he’d turned up out of the blue, his voice was completely devoid of any kind of cockiness. His words were heartfelt and completely honest.
“Then, what the hell are you doing in London?”
He stared at me for a few minutes, then it was like a lightbulb was turned on behind his eyes. With a wide smile, he stood up and pulled me to my feet. Without warning, he pulled me into a tight hug.
“Thank you. You’re right.”
I stayed where I was as he left the room, picked up a bag he’d left outside the door and walked towards the door leaving the flat.